To Remember

I'm making this book of rememberance/photo book for my grandma and my daddy this Christmas. I got the idea almost a year ago when I went up to see my grandma in SLC. Out of her whole life she only has one bread box of photos of her and her family. It seems so odd to me because I've had so many photos taken of me I could probably have filled that box during the first year of my life! Anyway, we spent an entire afternoon looking at the photos and hearing stories of my family. "This is when your grandpa was in Wyoming and we didn't have enough money for him to buy me a card so he made one." Is one of my favorites because the card is funny. Another one is the quote, "I'm pregnant and I didn't even want to do it!" Anyway, I wanted to compile some of the best stories with some of the best photos and make a little book out of them to give to my dad, grandma, and really all of her children. I told myself I will do it for Christmas. The only thing is that in my head it is beautiful and perfect and will make my daddy cry. In real life I've just been frustrated about how to start the whole thing. Some of the photos are REALLY old and crackly. I don't own a scanner and I have little to no skills in this area. I was going to rely on my mom to help me, but now she can't because she's not home from her business trip and they're probably leaving tomorrow and I'm just worried that it will come out crap when I try it on my own. I hope not. I hope it is great. Well here goes, me trying it on my own.

Bring on The Heat

Well, most people reading this probably think I want it to be summer, but that's not what this post is about at all. Today I'm posting about my friend, Heather aka. the Heat.

Heather Schaffer (who will always be Heather Higgins in my mind because that's how I met her and plus Heather Higgins rolls right off the tongue.) Is one of the best people I know. Here's a brief explination.

I met Heather three and a half years ago when we were both moving into the dorms. Her whole family was there and it struck me that they were all short. Her dad, not knowing how inept I am at technology, asked me something about her computer in the dorms.

Later Heather and I had become really good friends and we were in the cafeteria area when she ripped a hole in the knee of her jeans by trying to do a double heel click and didn't quite make it.

Heather is one of the funniest people I know! She always says sort of weird things that you can't tell what she means. I can though so there's really no problem.

Heather is a happy person and has smily eyes. Just to see her smile would make even the grinch crack. She is fun and she can make you have a good time even if it is just while driving to the SLC.

Most importantly I think Heather is a really good person. She has high standards for herself and for her friends that you can just natrually live up to.

She's pretty awesome. I like her pretty OK.

Mavis Beacon Teaches Typing

I learned how to type as a small child with a computer program called Mavis Beacon. It was pretty much the most boring thing ever except for the two games it had on it. The first was to teach you the ten key pad and you were at the grocery store and you had to type in the price of the item scanned before the next one came or it didn't get to go in the bag. The second one was a race car one. You tried to type the words along the top of the screen and the faster you typed the faster you went as you raced. If you made a mistake a bug smashed on your windsheild and if you messed up too much eventually you wouldn't be able to see. It was pretty awesome.

The new typing in the letters you see to make a comment on someone's post reminds me much of Mavis Beacon because if I'm going too fast and I don't read all the letters I don't get to have my comment posted. Then I have to try again. I don't know if I like that.

Beautiful 2

Well, thank you all very much for the uplifting comments. The point of that last post was not to see if I was beautiful or not, it was that I think its weird when complete strangers take it apon themselves to comment to me about it. I would find it just as unnerving to have a complete stranger come up and tell me I look ugly. All the same I would like to thank you.

Today I was reading and I found a good definition of beauty, "the loveliest women... [have] a glow of health, a warm personality, a love of learning, stability of character, and integrity...[and the] gentle spirit of the Lord." Jeffery R Holland

I hope that I can always be that sort of beautiful.

Who says that?

Yesterday I was at church. After sacrament meeting I was sitting next to my husband when this woman who was visiting the ward walks up to me and says, "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever met." Then she turns to Dan and says, "That means you're the luckiest man." I was so surprised by this, all I could say was, "Thank you." I told my husband after church that the whole thing was weird and he reminded me of another recent incident where a different lady (I think she was a raving lunatic) said almost the same thing. At the time I just told him that the first lady was for sure crazy so you couldn't take her word for it. (There's more to that story, but rest assured, she was CRAZY.)

Now that I have had some time to think about it a few questions have popped into my head.

1. Who says that? Who walks up to a complete stranger and just says that? Kinda weird.
2. Who would actually believe what some stranger says? Doesn't that seem sort of conceited? "Why yes, I am the most beautiful woman I know too!" Weird.
3. What is the appropriate answer? My mom would say to accept the complement gracoiusly and move on. It was awkward. I wasn't gracious. I had nothing witty to say. I was just shocked.

Plus, I don't think I'm all that beautiful. I would say I'm on the good end of average. The only unaverage thing about me is my hair, which happens to be red, and I have only gotten the hang of managing it in the last 3 years. All growing up it was either cut way short or in a pony tail or really, really frizzy/big. Even now most days it's tied back into a knot, a practice which I'm sure I will miss when I decide it's time to not do that anymore. I rarely even think about how I will look when dressing in the morning (because I'm usually just focused on keeping myself warm during the day). Anyway, I'm sure this brought up all sorts of issues that could be interesting for discussion, but I'm not quite sure what they are. I just wanted to give everyone a head's up on the issue of crazy women running around.

I've Gone Silly

I just went to my last class of the quarter! YEAH! I'm so excited I've gone silly. Now all I have to do is finish two assignments and take three finals and then I'm done! I don't know if I can concentrate long enough to do that. What's really funny is that I keep coming onto my own blog hoping for something new, even though I know I haven't written anything on it. I wish everyone a happy holiday! Happy December 2nd!