I met Rebecca in one of my art history classes. The only other girl I really knew in my classes was Nicole so it was nice to kind of start to get to know other people. I believe that was an art class with Professor Johnson (Pro-Jo as Becca referred to him) having something to do with Roman art and architecture...I feel like that is wrong, but considering how often I didn't attend that class, I think I've gotten it close enough.
Anyway, Becca went to Italy after that semester, but then she came back and somehow we ended up being on the exact same track for graduation. We both graduated in December 2005 and took the same three courses our last semester. American Architecture with Prof. Hamilton, something I can't remember with Pro-Jo (architecture, maybe Italian?) and our Thesis course. Our American Arch. class was at 8AM - for those of you who truly know me, you know I do not function well before 10AM. I function, just not well. Getting up and into class was difficult for me and Becca always shared notes. Prof. Hamilton also understood our senioritis and we had both taken several classes from him so he was nice to us. He even let us opt out of writing one of the three papers required for the class and we both still got great grades.
So we studied together, we ate at the cougar eat several times a week, we lived at the Wilk. We both took turns going crazy from writing so much - our theses took quite the toll on our precious little nervous systems, but we alternated break downs in order to support one another. haha. and the entire time, Becca was planning a wedding to Reid! She was super girl! So we magically survived that semester and presented our theses and promptly put the world of art history behind us. We always talked about how we both loved art history but didn't love it enough to deal with graduate school. I was always glad not to be the only one who felt that way.
So now Becca is married to Reid and they live in Colorado Springs. They recently had their first daughter, Genna (who is so freakin' adorable) and I love hearing about how cute she is. They are always busy planning something new and always going interesting places so their blog is sure to be entertaining. I'm happy they finally jumped on the bandwagon!!
Showing posts with label Introductions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Introductions. Show all posts
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Introducing
Annie!!
It's kind of odd how I know Anne. I actually was much closer to her (now) husband, Simon. I used to hang out with Simon and Joey. I think Simon and I spent more time at Megan and Miri's apartment then some of their other roommates. We knew the combination and would make ourselves at home. People would knock on the door and often find me, Simon or Jonathan just chillin' while the rest of the girls were out. One particular night, we went to a Relief Society activity while Simon stayed in 154 and watched Charade all by his lonesome. I believe Miri even wore his shoes to that activity but now I can't recall why.
Funny memories I have with Simon actually have a lot to do with Wal-mart. Like the one time we went and for some reason we decided Simon was in love with a toilet brush. Or the time Simon and Joey bought a small ironing board and used it as a gun...because apparently boys can make anything into a gun (kind of like Megan's nephew this weekend kept eating his cheese into a gun shape then shooting at us while he danced around the living room). Also, we spent a lot of time hanging around in The Hall. One time, Simon ate a pan of brownies with his face. That was when I was sad about something (which I hate to admit was probably boy-related) and I was talking to Simon and he said we should eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches because those always cheer you up. Except I don't think I had bread and there was a pan of brownies to eat so that's how that happened.
Then came Annie (she's the one next to me with the short hair and white shirt). Anne was friends with Joey.
Joey introduced Simon and Annie and the rest is history. They had a whirlwind romance - of course not by BYU standards - and Annie needed to find a place to live for a short period of time. So she moved into my apartment! At the time, Sarah, Jamie and I were all getting ready to move away at the end of the summer. We were all very happy living with each other. We each had our own bedroom and we knew each other's weird habits. But Annie was a happy addition. Mostly because she didn't spend hours on the couch making out with Simon (who was now her fiancee). I kid. Really she was laid back and funny and nice and that's the kind of people we like.
The best story from being roommates with Annie was the first time I sat on her bed. She shared a room with Jamie. One night, Simon and Annie were out and Jamie and I were listening to music on Annie's bed - it was clear of clothes and junk and closer to the floor. Annie came home and Jamie had gotten off her bed but for some reason I felt the need to announce to Annie that I was sitting on her bed. Now I can't remember what I said exactly, but it was awkward and funny. Like I thought she would get really mad at me...although I didn't think that at all. This is where I hope Annie comments to clarify this story because really it was funny.
So now Simon and Annie are married and expecting baby Maren in June. Seven weeks!! Annie is amazingly entertaining. I know she will have plenty to write about. At least she had better. The expectations are pretty high. But no pressure.
It's kind of odd how I know Anne. I actually was much closer to her (now) husband, Simon. I used to hang out with Simon and Joey. I think Simon and I spent more time at Megan and Miri's apartment then some of their other roommates. We knew the combination and would make ourselves at home. People would knock on the door and often find me, Simon or Jonathan just chillin' while the rest of the girls were out. One particular night, we went to a Relief Society activity while Simon stayed in 154 and watched Charade all by his lonesome. I believe Miri even wore his shoes to that activity but now I can't recall why.
Funny memories I have with Simon actually have a lot to do with Wal-mart. Like the one time we went and for some reason we decided Simon was in love with a toilet brush. Or the time Simon and Joey bought a small ironing board and used it as a gun...because apparently boys can make anything into a gun (kind of like Megan's nephew this weekend kept eating his cheese into a gun shape then shooting at us while he danced around the living room). Also, we spent a lot of time hanging around in The Hall. One time, Simon ate a pan of brownies with his face. That was when I was sad about something (which I hate to admit was probably boy-related) and I was talking to Simon and he said we should eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches because those always cheer you up. Except I don't think I had bread and there was a pan of brownies to eat so that's how that happened.
Then came Annie (she's the one next to me with the short hair and white shirt). Anne was friends with Joey.
Joey introduced Simon and Annie and the rest is history. They had a whirlwind romance - of course not by BYU standards - and Annie needed to find a place to live for a short period of time. So she moved into my apartment! At the time, Sarah, Jamie and I were all getting ready to move away at the end of the summer. We were all very happy living with each other. We each had our own bedroom and we knew each other's weird habits. But Annie was a happy addition. Mostly because she didn't spend hours on the couch making out with Simon (who was now her fiancee). I kid. Really she was laid back and funny and nice and that's the kind of people we like.The best story from being roommates with Annie was the first time I sat on her bed. She shared a room with Jamie. One night, Simon and Annie were out and Jamie and I were listening to music on Annie's bed - it was clear of clothes and junk and closer to the floor. Annie came home and Jamie had gotten off her bed but for some reason I felt the need to announce to Annie that I was sitting on her bed. Now I can't remember what I said exactly, but it was awkward and funny. Like I thought she would get really mad at me...although I didn't think that at all. This is where I hope Annie comments to clarify this story because really it was funny.
So now Simon and Annie are married and expecting baby Maren in June. Seven weeks!! Annie is amazingly entertaining. I know she will have plenty to write about. At least she had better. The expectations are pretty high. But no pressure.
Monday, December 3, 2007
New Blogging Friends
So today is a good day because two of my friends who I love have started blogs. Blogging is just such a great way to keep in touch and, more importantly, stay up to date on what's going on in each others lives.
So here are some more introductions.
Corynn, Jer, and Baby Clay. The Falslevs. I actually met Corynn on the first day of my Freshman year at Utah State. I was 17, extremely nervous, and praying that my parents wouldn't really leave me in Logan, Utah to fend for myself. My father, of course, struck up conversations with whoever he happened to be in the elevator with (as he helped move me into my dorm room). One of these conversations was with Corynn's dad and the two of them realized that they had some strange connection (as is often the case when you are Mormon)...I think my dad knew his cousin or something. So our dad's introduced us and being the somewhat shy people we were, we said hello then never spoke another word to each other the rest of the semester even though we lived three doors apart. Then, one day, there was a dance. Corynn's roommate had left school and she was forced to search for new friends. We invited her to the dance with us and apparently, she was so dazzled by my amazing, charismatic, and hilarious self that she made it her mission in life to become my new best friend. No, we just realized we had a lot of similar tastes and we became instant friends. We spent all our time together. I introduced her to Voice Male, an A Capella group from USU to which we became addicted, and we produced so many inside jokes I am sure we broke some sort of record. Jokes that, even today, could reduce us to fits of rolling-on-the-floor laughter. We were both east coast girls surrounded by people who probably thought we were a little too racy; we watched Law and Order like it was going out of style; we kept each other sane. There are so many stories I could tell you about Crin - but there just isn't enough time. I mean, I've already dedicated a whole lot of blog space to her. So, moving on. Crin and I stayed close after I went to BYU - only living near each other again one summer in Virginia before her mission. We had that summer before and the summer after her mission to have some amazingly awesome times and then she met Jer. I was happy when they decided to get married because Jer isn't weird. You know how it is...you don't want your best friend to marry a guy you don't know and don't feel comfortable around. Well, Jer is funny and nice and tolerates my presence and really that's all I could ask for. :) I just visited Crin and Jer so I could meet the newest Falslev, Clayton. Clay is adorable. Here is proof:
If I was in Utah, I would be broke from buying him things. Luckily, my unwillingness to frequent the Post Office keeps me in check. I had such a fun time visiting them and meeting Clay. I feel so comfortable in the home they've created for themselves and I feel like just another member of the family. Basically, The Falslevs are great. You all should like them just as much as I do.
Cristin and Mark (and NASDAQ). The Ricks. Cristin is Corynn's sister. In age, I am directly between them (each 10 months apart, I believe). I got to know Cristin before Crin's mission when we were all living in Virginia and then really got to know her after Crin's mission when they moved to Logan and I drove up there constantly because Provo was usually kind of boring. Cristin is hilarious. She makes me laugh a lot. We had fun driving around listening to her Belgium Jams in the car. We also had fun when it came to getting ready for Crinnie's wedding. Cristin orchestrated an outstanding surprise for Jer in which the bridesmaids and Corynn lip-synched and did a choreographed dance while Jer sat in a chair and turned bright red. It pretty much made the whole wedding...isn't she an awesome sister? Cristin's husband, Mark, grew up with Crin's husband Jer and Cristin and Mark were married shortly after Crin and Jer. I think I will always associate Cristin and Mark with having awesome Halloween costumes mostly because the first year they were together they went as M&Ms and, let's be honest, not every guy is willing to dress up as an M&M. They both graduated (at the same time with the same degree) from USU and now, they have an adorable puppy named NASDAQ (Daq for short). Apparently, Daq didn't freak out and bite me when I visited so I guess he likes me too. He's a pretty cute puppy and even cuter on my list for not freaking out and biting me. ;) Cristin and Mark are also my financial planners - they made me a nice little financial plan and made me feel very good about the state of my financial life and then a week later my car broke, which is just the way life goes and has nothing to do with their financial planning abilities in any way, shape or form. haha.
So, there you have it. Crin and Cristin and their families. It was so good to be able to go visit them - one day I'll get to visit for longer than 24 hours...but it was a fun 24 hours and I killed them both in a game of Scene It. Welcome to the blogging world!!
So here are some more introductions.
Corynn, Jer, and Baby Clay. The Falslevs. I actually met Corynn on the first day of my Freshman year at Utah State. I was 17, extremely nervous, and praying that my parents wouldn't really leave me in Logan, Utah to fend for myself. My father, of course, struck up conversations with whoever he happened to be in the elevator with (as he helped move me into my dorm room). One of these conversations was with Corynn's dad and the two of them realized that they had some strange connection (as is often the case when you are Mormon)...I think my dad knew his cousin or something. So our dad's introduced us and being the somewhat shy people we were, we said hello then never spoke another word to each other the rest of the semester even though we lived three doors apart. Then, one day, there was a dance. Corynn's roommate had left school and she was forced to search for new friends. We invited her to the dance with us and apparently, she was so dazzled by my amazing, charismatic, and hilarious self that she made it her mission in life to become my new best friend. No, we just realized we had a lot of similar tastes and we became instant friends. We spent all our time together. I introduced her to Voice Male, an A Capella group from USU to which we became addicted, and we produced so many inside jokes I am sure we broke some sort of record. Jokes that, even today, could reduce us to fits of rolling-on-the-floor laughter. We were both east coast girls surrounded by people who probably thought we were a little too racy; we watched Law and Order like it was going out of style; we kept each other sane. There are so many stories I could tell you about Crin - but there just isn't enough time. I mean, I've already dedicated a whole lot of blog space to her. So, moving on. Crin and I stayed close after I went to BYU - only living near each other again one summer in Virginia before her mission. We had that summer before and the summer after her mission to have some amazingly awesome times and then she met Jer. I was happy when they decided to get married because Jer isn't weird. You know how it is...you don't want your best friend to marry a guy you don't know and don't feel comfortable around. Well, Jer is funny and nice and tolerates my presence and really that's all I could ask for. :) I just visited Crin and Jer so I could meet the newest Falslev, Clayton. Clay is adorable. Here is proof:
If I was in Utah, I would be broke from buying him things. Luckily, my unwillingness to frequent the Post Office keeps me in check. I had such a fun time visiting them and meeting Clay. I feel so comfortable in the home they've created for themselves and I feel like just another member of the family. Basically, The Falslevs are great. You all should like them just as much as I do.Cristin and Mark (and NASDAQ). The Ricks. Cristin is Corynn's sister. In age, I am directly between them (each 10 months apart, I believe). I got to know Cristin before Crin's mission when we were all living in Virginia and then really got to know her after Crin's mission when they moved to Logan and I drove up there constantly because Provo was usually kind of boring. Cristin is hilarious. She makes me laugh a lot. We had fun driving around listening to her Belgium Jams in the car. We also had fun when it came to getting ready for Crinnie's wedding. Cristin orchestrated an outstanding surprise for Jer in which the bridesmaids and Corynn lip-synched and did a choreographed dance while Jer sat in a chair and turned bright red. It pretty much made the whole wedding...isn't she an awesome sister? Cristin's husband, Mark, grew up with Crin's husband Jer and Cristin and Mark were married shortly after Crin and Jer. I think I will always associate Cristin and Mark with having awesome Halloween costumes mostly because the first year they were together they went as M&Ms and, let's be honest, not every guy is willing to dress up as an M&M. They both graduated (at the same time with the same degree) from USU and now, they have an adorable puppy named NASDAQ (Daq for short). Apparently, Daq didn't freak out and bite me when I visited so I guess he likes me too. He's a pretty cute puppy and even cuter on my list for not freaking out and biting me. ;) Cristin and Mark are also my financial planners - they made me a nice little financial plan and made me feel very good about the state of my financial life and then a week later my car broke, which is just the way life goes and has nothing to do with their financial planning abilities in any way, shape or form. haha.
So, there you have it. Crin and Cristin and their families. It was so good to be able to go visit them - one day I'll get to visit for longer than 24 hours...but it was a fun 24 hours and I killed them both in a game of Scene It. Welcome to the blogging world!!
John and Mary
This is my Grandad. His name isn't John and my name isn't Mary, but sometimes that's what we called each other. Sometimes we still call each other by those names, that's just how we roll.
My mom discovered these nicknames when she answered the phone one day (I was probably about 6 or 7) and a man was on the other line asking for Mary. She listened and said, "Dad? Is that you? There's no Mary here." She probably worried for a moment about his sanity but before she could worry too much I came running to the phone, grabbed it and said, "Hello John!"
I've always been my Grandad's girl. He taught me how to ride a bike and before that he would ride his bike with me strapped into a seat on the back. We had a bike route that we would travel religiously. When I was younger we would ride till we got tired and then call and have my Grandmother come pick us up in the car. When I got older we would ride to Taco Bell, catch a movie at a nearby theater, then ride back home. I'm sure the Taco Bell counteracted any exercise we were getting, but it was better than driving there I suppose.
Grandad taught me songs to sing like "show me the way to go home" which was about being drunk - he even taught me to sing it with the words transposed so I sounded drunk...I was 8. It goes like this:
Home me the way to go show.
I'm bed and I want to go to tired.
I had a little hour 'bout a drink ago
And it head straight to my went.
Roam-ever I may where,
O'er foam or land or sea
You can always hear me songin' this sing
Home me the way to go show.
He instilled in me an appreciation for the music of Roy Rogers, Tennessee Ernie Ford, the Andrews Sisters and the like. He would often sing me the song "I love you, a bushel and a peck, a bushel and a peck and a hug around your neck" except he would say "a hug around your dirty neck" to tease me and I laughed every time. He would listen to me singing in the car seat next to him whether it was his music or mine. As I got older he would let me choose the radio station. He still asks me about "Delores," referring to the lead singer of The Cranberries. He liked The Cranberries because of her voice and said she would probably be good at yodeling. This made me like The Cranberries even more than I already did.
I get my sense of humor from my Grandad. He can still always make me laugh. When he jokes with me - whether I've heard the joke a million times or not - I still find it genuinely funny. Puns get me every time because of his influence. We used to stay up late and watch The Barbara Mandrell Show, The Dick Van Dyke Show, and Mary Tyler Moore. My Grandmother would always be beside us in bed snoring. She would say that she never snores. I soon learned that if I just quietly shhhhed her, she would stop snoring for 10 minutes or so.
My Grandparents let me sleep in bed with them when I visited when I was younger because I was frightened by a tree outside the blue bedroom across the hall. The tree made scary shadows and constantly scratched at the window - two very intimidating things for a small girl. I would start off in between them and at some point in the night, my Grandad would go and sleep in the blue bedroom, giving me his side of the bed to by comfy in. Such a gentleman, no?
And to top off all the wonderful things about my Grandad, he makes THE BEST grilled cheese sandwiches I have EVER eaten in my life. I am not exaggerating, I am not biased - if you don't believe me, you'll just have to come try them some time. Always perfectly cooked, never burnt, with just the right amount of cheese. They are amazing. Just one of my Grandad's many amazing talents.
My mom's favorite story to tell about the two of us is from when I was pretty young. Probably 5 or 6 I think. We were all up at my Grandparents eating spaghetti (my favorite meal they made) when I twirled a giant group of noodles onto my fork and announced that I had a big mouth just like my Grandad and proceeded to put the giant fork-full of spaghetti into my mouth. This story pretty much sums me up as a person. I wasn't a little lady - of course I loved all things pink, barbies, etc. but then I also played with GI Joes and was proud to be able to stuff lots of food in my mouth at once. I thought my Grandad was THE coolest person ever. period. And you know what, I still do. Time hasn't slanted my view...if anything it's made it better. I can appreciate and see the significance of the stories he tells me about his life. All the amazing things he has done and lived through, the life-long love he has shared with my Grandmother, and the dedication he shows to his family and friends - he truly is an amazing man.
And I love that he is still my John and I am still his Mary - even though we are both too old to remember why.
My mom discovered these nicknames when she answered the phone one day (I was probably about 6 or 7) and a man was on the other line asking for Mary. She listened and said, "Dad? Is that you? There's no Mary here." She probably worried for a moment about his sanity but before she could worry too much I came running to the phone, grabbed it and said, "Hello John!"
I've always been my Grandad's girl. He taught me how to ride a bike and before that he would ride his bike with me strapped into a seat on the back. We had a bike route that we would travel religiously. When I was younger we would ride till we got tired and then call and have my Grandmother come pick us up in the car. When I got older we would ride to Taco Bell, catch a movie at a nearby theater, then ride back home. I'm sure the Taco Bell counteracted any exercise we were getting, but it was better than driving there I suppose.
Grandad taught me songs to sing like "show me the way to go home" which was about being drunk - he even taught me to sing it with the words transposed so I sounded drunk...I was 8. It goes like this:
Home me the way to go show.
I'm bed and I want to go to tired.
I had a little hour 'bout a drink ago
And it head straight to my went.
Roam-ever I may where,
O'er foam or land or sea
You can always hear me songin' this sing
Home me the way to go show.
He instilled in me an appreciation for the music of Roy Rogers, Tennessee Ernie Ford, the Andrews Sisters and the like. He would often sing me the song "I love you, a bushel and a peck, a bushel and a peck and a hug around your neck" except he would say "a hug around your dirty neck" to tease me and I laughed every time. He would listen to me singing in the car seat next to him whether it was his music or mine. As I got older he would let me choose the radio station. He still asks me about "Delores," referring to the lead singer of The Cranberries. He liked The Cranberries because of her voice and said she would probably be good at yodeling. This made me like The Cranberries even more than I already did.
I get my sense of humor from my Grandad. He can still always make me laugh. When he jokes with me - whether I've heard the joke a million times or not - I still find it genuinely funny. Puns get me every time because of his influence. We used to stay up late and watch The Barbara Mandrell Show, The Dick Van Dyke Show, and Mary Tyler Moore. My Grandmother would always be beside us in bed snoring. She would say that she never snores. I soon learned that if I just quietly shhhhed her, she would stop snoring for 10 minutes or so.
My Grandparents let me sleep in bed with them when I visited when I was younger because I was frightened by a tree outside the blue bedroom across the hall. The tree made scary shadows and constantly scratched at the window - two very intimidating things for a small girl. I would start off in between them and at some point in the night, my Grandad would go and sleep in the blue bedroom, giving me his side of the bed to by comfy in. Such a gentleman, no?
And to top off all the wonderful things about my Grandad, he makes THE BEST grilled cheese sandwiches I have EVER eaten in my life. I am not exaggerating, I am not biased - if you don't believe me, you'll just have to come try them some time. Always perfectly cooked, never burnt, with just the right amount of cheese. They are amazing. Just one of my Grandad's many amazing talents.
My mom's favorite story to tell about the two of us is from when I was pretty young. Probably 5 or 6 I think. We were all up at my Grandparents eating spaghetti (my favorite meal they made) when I twirled a giant group of noodles onto my fork and announced that I had a big mouth just like my Grandad and proceeded to put the giant fork-full of spaghetti into my mouth. This story pretty much sums me up as a person. I wasn't a little lady - of course I loved all things pink, barbies, etc. but then I also played with GI Joes and was proud to be able to stuff lots of food in my mouth at once. I thought my Grandad was THE coolest person ever. period. And you know what, I still do. Time hasn't slanted my view...if anything it's made it better. I can appreciate and see the significance of the stories he tells me about his life. All the amazing things he has done and lived through, the life-long love he has shared with my Grandmother, and the dedication he shows to his family and friends - he truly is an amazing man.
And I love that he is still my John and I am still his Mary - even though we are both too old to remember why.
Monday, November 5, 2007
New Friends
Amy kindly pointed out that I have yet to "introduce" the new friends I have been referring to on my blog as of late. There are probably a couple other people I should mention as well so when I post from or after my visit to Utah (TOMORROW!) you will all know who I am talking about.
Sheryl. She is a nanny in Chesapeake Beach. We met in August/September ish at a YSA dance and immediately started hanging out. I think we were both relieved to have someone who was going to be around throughout the year and that we just happened to get along so well. Sheryl smiles and laughs a lot. It's contagious and a really good thing for me because it makes me smile and laugh a lot and how can you not be happy when you are smiling? It's pretty difficult. She is going to the new ward with me and we have a lot of fun times in the car. She isn't annoyed by the hour or so drive it takes to do anything with anybody around here. We just turn up the tunes and act like a couple of crazies. But we have each other and that's all that matters.
Robby and Sean. These were two of the first people in our new ward to stick around and have an extended conversation with us. We met them briefly at church and then talked to them at the Halloween Barn Dance (they were Robin and Clark Kent/Superman). We ended up going to get food after the dance. They have yet to realize how crazy we are - either that or they are equally crazy. Nevertheless, we have been having fun doing random things with them on the weekend.
Corynn, Jer and Baby Clay. Corynn is one of my best friends. We met during our freshman year at USU. It was fate. Meant to be. We are soul mates. haha. We've stayed close even though we've only actually lived in the same town for a total of 7 months (one semester freshman year and one summer before her mission). We were dedicated I suppose. You can't just drop someone you make that sort of connection with. Our fathers even look similar. It's weird. Crin married Jer two years ago and they just recently had an adorable baby boy, Clayton. Clay is one of the major reasons for my trip to Utah and I am excited to meet him and hold him the entire time I am there. He will be spoiled mercilessly by his Auntie Linnie, you can count on that.
Curt. Curt is a friend from BYU. He's crazy dedicated to school, which is a pretty admirable quality if you ask me. He is always busy with something. Fortunately for me, he is also always willing to go to the movies or go shopping or sit around and play Settlers or go to the pool, etc. We have fun together, even though we don't really ever do anything productive.
Jeffy. Jeffy and I were amazingly close friends for four years at BYU. We are still friends, but he's married and I live in Maryland so the title "amazingly close" doesn't necessarily apply anymore. Still, I love him and miss the things we used to talk about. He helped me take procrastination to an all new level. Like championship procrastinating. We could have won gold medals. He also helped further my movie knowledge (which didn't really need help) by making me watch Rambo and other such guy movies. He is pretty awesome. There is a link to a political blog that was his but hasn't been updated for a very long time so I don't know what's going on there.
Annie and Simon. Simon was a friend, Annie was marrying him and became our roommate. We didn't get to live together for nearly enough time. But I am happy to still be friends with them. I just found out this weekend that Annie is pregnant so click on over to the Annie's Art link and buy a journal or photo, they're going to have another mouth to feed! Annie and Simon are also the friends I dye my hair with. A blond patch in the back for no particular reason. Hopefully I will come home from Utah with a newly bleached strip of hair.
Deb. Deb was one of my first roommates. We lived together for two years and it was great. We lived with some of the craziest people I have ever encountered and I am surprised we made it out alive. We had a tendency of watching Son in Law (with Pauly Shore) a lot. We never could agree on anything else and that movie made us laugh. She also spent time helping orphans in Uganda, which is a pretty noble and selfless thing to do. She is amazing.
Now, I'm sure I am leaving people out, but more introductions will have to happen later.
Sheryl. She is a nanny in Chesapeake Beach. We met in August/September ish at a YSA dance and immediately started hanging out. I think we were both relieved to have someone who was going to be around throughout the year and that we just happened to get along so well. Sheryl smiles and laughs a lot. It's contagious and a really good thing for me because it makes me smile and laugh a lot and how can you not be happy when you are smiling? It's pretty difficult. She is going to the new ward with me and we have a lot of fun times in the car. She isn't annoyed by the hour or so drive it takes to do anything with anybody around here. We just turn up the tunes and act like a couple of crazies. But we have each other and that's all that matters.
Robby and Sean. These were two of the first people in our new ward to stick around and have an extended conversation with us. We met them briefly at church and then talked to them at the Halloween Barn Dance (they were Robin and Clark Kent/Superman). We ended up going to get food after the dance. They have yet to realize how crazy we are - either that or they are equally crazy. Nevertheless, we have been having fun doing random things with them on the weekend.
Corynn, Jer and Baby Clay. Corynn is one of my best friends. We met during our freshman year at USU. It was fate. Meant to be. We are soul mates. haha. We've stayed close even though we've only actually lived in the same town for a total of 7 months (one semester freshman year and one summer before her mission). We were dedicated I suppose. You can't just drop someone you make that sort of connection with. Our fathers even look similar. It's weird. Crin married Jer two years ago and they just recently had an adorable baby boy, Clayton. Clay is one of the major reasons for my trip to Utah and I am excited to meet him and hold him the entire time I am there. He will be spoiled mercilessly by his Auntie Linnie, you can count on that.
Curt. Curt is a friend from BYU. He's crazy dedicated to school, which is a pretty admirable quality if you ask me. He is always busy with something. Fortunately for me, he is also always willing to go to the movies or go shopping or sit around and play Settlers or go to the pool, etc. We have fun together, even though we don't really ever do anything productive.
Jeffy. Jeffy and I were amazingly close friends for four years at BYU. We are still friends, but he's married and I live in Maryland so the title "amazingly close" doesn't necessarily apply anymore. Still, I love him and miss the things we used to talk about. He helped me take procrastination to an all new level. Like championship procrastinating. We could have won gold medals. He also helped further my movie knowledge (which didn't really need help) by making me watch Rambo and other such guy movies. He is pretty awesome. There is a link to a political blog that was his but hasn't been updated for a very long time so I don't know what's going on there.
Annie and Simon. Simon was a friend, Annie was marrying him and became our roommate. We didn't get to live together for nearly enough time. But I am happy to still be friends with them. I just found out this weekend that Annie is pregnant so click on over to the Annie's Art link and buy a journal or photo, they're going to have another mouth to feed! Annie and Simon are also the friends I dye my hair with. A blond patch in the back for no particular reason. Hopefully I will come home from Utah with a newly bleached strip of hair.
Deb. Deb was one of my first roommates. We lived together for two years and it was great. We lived with some of the craziest people I have ever encountered and I am surprised we made it out alive. We had a tendency of watching Son in Law (with Pauly Shore) a lot. We never could agree on anything else and that movie made us laugh. She also spent time helping orphans in Uganda, which is a pretty noble and selfless thing to do. She is amazing.
Now, I'm sure I am leaving people out, but more introductions will have to happen later.
Monday, October 22, 2007
Roll Call - Part 4
Maryland Rocks.
Krissie.
Aka Krilifis, aka Gorilla Face. Krissie was a miracle just when I needed one. I moved home to Maryland after a somewhat disappointing couple of months. Before I moved home, Krissie got me hooked on HIMYM and we both became addicted to Heroes. We talked mostly through LiveJournal (Krissie also can be credited for getting me hooked on blogging), Myspace, and Facebook. When I got home in December, I spent my first day home at Krissie's house. We fell right into a very comfortable and fun routine. I should tell you all that I met Krissie when she was 11 and I was 16. I was mostly friends with her oldest brother, Randon, during high school but as she was new and about to enter Young Womens, and because she was pretty darn awesome even then, I did my best to make her feel included at church. This wasn't a difficult task as she was and is smart and witty. I loved her (and the rest of her family) from the beginning. After my high school and college years, it was nice to come home to someone who understood me and my silliness...someone who I loved and who loved me even though we really had never spent copious amounts of time with each other. Krissie is beautiful and loving and funny. She is intelligent. She will do anything for anyone. She introduced me to the Georgia Nicolson books and Sorcery and Cecilia. She indulged and encouraged my England fantasies. She stayed up late planning a trip that almost didn't happen. She went on that trip with me and we had some of the most amazing experiences. She didn't make fun of me when I started to cry at the Musee D'Orsey in Paris. She took my hand and enjoyed the moment with me. She has an amazing spirit and will go on to do great things.
Lady Susan.
Lady Susan goes by a different name, but I'm not going to write it here. I think she prefers some level of anonymity. It's part of what makes reading her blog fun. I'm going to call her S. from this point on. S. is intelligent. A grad student living in Southern Maryland. That alone takes some level of confidence and patience. She loves to read. This is one of the things I most like about her. We can sit and talk about books forever and never breach another topic. I am still getting to know S., but I am enjoying the process. She is quiet, but fun. She lives with a crazy man, the exploits of which can be found on her blog (he is referred to as Senior Loco). She writes very well, which makes her blog interesting, funny, and introspective. I am happy to have her around.
Maya.
Maya has been my best friend since 5th Grade. She was my first real best friend at school. I had my sister, friends from church who really were more like family, and two neighborhood friends, but school was always a questionable place. I could never figure out where I belonged at school. Kindergarten through 4th grade left me having several "best friends," usually a new one every couple of months or every year. By 4th grade, I was so annoyed and confused by the inner workings and dramatic nature of my girl friends that I gave up completely on recess and instead chose to spend my time helping in the art room. I never knew what side to choose or who to be mad at that day and I didn't like not including people. I also was usually the one other girls were jealous of because I was spending too much time with who ever it was they wanted to spend time with that day. I am not the type to care about those things. If I am now, or was in high school, it's a trait I learned in elementary school...it did not come natural to me. Maya and I were in the same class 5th grade. It was a class full of people I had been in class with since kindergarten and I really didn't expect things to change. I remember we went on a field trip into DC somewhere and for some reason, Maya and I spent that whole trip together. It sounds cheesy, but I'm sure it was fate. haha. She wasn't like the other girls...no drama, just fun. There never was drama between us. We never fought, we liked all of the same things, she never thought I was weird...our birthdays are even two weeks apart. We have stayed friends all these years (almost 15 years). That's through boyfriends and making new friends and going to separate colleges - no matter how long we are apart from each other, we pick right back up where we left off. Now she is in Fiji, working for the Peace Corps. She loves nature, she valiantly encourages every one to recycle, she used to know all of the words to The Lion King movie (not just the songs...the whole movie). We played flute together, we spent hours making mix tapes and painting our finger nails on the floor of her bedroom, we used to scrounge her house for change so we could order Chinese food during the summer, we wandered aimlessly around her neighborhood, we dressed up in silly outfits, we had sleepovers and woke up laughing in the morning. I never did really figure out where I belonged at school...even in high school...sometimes even in college. I never fit into a certain type...I never could belong to just one clique. I could get along with almost anyone. Thankfully, with Maya, I always fit. We always understood each other, no matter the situation. I couldn't have asked for a better friend.
Krissie.
Aka Krilifis, aka Gorilla Face. Krissie was a miracle just when I needed one. I moved home to Maryland after a somewhat disappointing couple of months. Before I moved home, Krissie got me hooked on HIMYM and we both became addicted to Heroes. We talked mostly through LiveJournal (Krissie also can be credited for getting me hooked on blogging), Myspace, and Facebook. When I got home in December, I spent my first day home at Krissie's house. We fell right into a very comfortable and fun routine. I should tell you all that I met Krissie when she was 11 and I was 16. I was mostly friends with her oldest brother, Randon, during high school but as she was new and about to enter Young Womens, and because she was pretty darn awesome even then, I did my best to make her feel included at church. This wasn't a difficult task as she was and is smart and witty. I loved her (and the rest of her family) from the beginning. After my high school and college years, it was nice to come home to someone who understood me and my silliness...someone who I loved and who loved me even though we really had never spent copious amounts of time with each other. Krissie is beautiful and loving and funny. She is intelligent. She will do anything for anyone. She introduced me to the Georgia Nicolson books and Sorcery and Cecilia. She indulged and encouraged my England fantasies. She stayed up late planning a trip that almost didn't happen. She went on that trip with me and we had some of the most amazing experiences. She didn't make fun of me when I started to cry at the Musee D'Orsey in Paris. She took my hand and enjoyed the moment with me. She has an amazing spirit and will go on to do great things.
Lady Susan.
Lady Susan goes by a different name, but I'm not going to write it here. I think she prefers some level of anonymity. It's part of what makes reading her blog fun. I'm going to call her S. from this point on. S. is intelligent. A grad student living in Southern Maryland. That alone takes some level of confidence and patience. She loves to read. This is one of the things I most like about her. We can sit and talk about books forever and never breach another topic. I am still getting to know S., but I am enjoying the process. She is quiet, but fun. She lives with a crazy man, the exploits of which can be found on her blog (he is referred to as Senior Loco). She writes very well, which makes her blog interesting, funny, and introspective. I am happy to have her around.
Maya.
Maya has been my best friend since 5th Grade. She was my first real best friend at school. I had my sister, friends from church who really were more like family, and two neighborhood friends, but school was always a questionable place. I could never figure out where I belonged at school. Kindergarten through 4th grade left me having several "best friends," usually a new one every couple of months or every year. By 4th grade, I was so annoyed and confused by the inner workings and dramatic nature of my girl friends that I gave up completely on recess and instead chose to spend my time helping in the art room. I never knew what side to choose or who to be mad at that day and I didn't like not including people. I also was usually the one other girls were jealous of because I was spending too much time with who ever it was they wanted to spend time with that day. I am not the type to care about those things. If I am now, or was in high school, it's a trait I learned in elementary school...it did not come natural to me. Maya and I were in the same class 5th grade. It was a class full of people I had been in class with since kindergarten and I really didn't expect things to change. I remember we went on a field trip into DC somewhere and for some reason, Maya and I spent that whole trip together. It sounds cheesy, but I'm sure it was fate. haha. She wasn't like the other girls...no drama, just fun. There never was drama between us. We never fought, we liked all of the same things, she never thought I was weird...our birthdays are even two weeks apart. We have stayed friends all these years (almost 15 years). That's through boyfriends and making new friends and going to separate colleges - no matter how long we are apart from each other, we pick right back up where we left off. Now she is in Fiji, working for the Peace Corps. She loves nature, she valiantly encourages every one to recycle, she used to know all of the words to The Lion King movie (not just the songs...the whole movie). We played flute together, we spent hours making mix tapes and painting our finger nails on the floor of her bedroom, we used to scrounge her house for change so we could order Chinese food during the summer, we wandered aimlessly around her neighborhood, we dressed up in silly outfits, we had sleepovers and woke up laughing in the morning. I never did really figure out where I belonged at school...even in high school...sometimes even in college. I never fit into a certain type...I never could belong to just one clique. I could get along with almost anyone. Thankfully, with Maya, I always fit. We always understood each other, no matter the situation. I couldn't have asked for a better friend.
Roll Call - Part 3
The Families.
The Shifflers, the Browns, and the Rapps.
Nicole, Bobby, Caroline and Johanna Shiffler. I met Nicole in an Art History class and we became instant friends. She was always very understanding when I skipped class and had to borrow her notes. I was lucky enough to be able to drive to Pennsylvania for Bobby and Nicole's wedding reception...it was one of the most fun and beautiful receptions I have ever been to. They are such a fun couple. I was also happy to have them around Provo after they were married and Nicole was graduated. They had little Caroline while they were in Utah and I loved going to visit them. They always made my day brighter.
Mandy, Chris, Jonah and Mia Rapp. Mandy was one of my first roommates when I moved to Provo and my first roommate to get married. She and Chris were always happy together, this was in contrast to the relationships of many of my other friends and it was nice to see that example. Now they have two adorable children with another on the way and it is great to be able to keep up with them via blog.
Hayley, Jerry and Misha Brown. Hayley was in my home stake. We went through Girls Camp, Youth Conference, and all those other Stake things together. And not so together. Kind of around each other. After meeting up with her at BYU (we had a class together, one I would not have passed had she not been there) she confessed that she thought I was a bit of snob in high school and that she didn't remember my name the first day I went and talked to her. I find this to be pretty funny and enjoy bringing it up any time I can. I love Hayley to bits and would have to admit that I probably did seem like a snob to many people in the Stake back then, but in reality I was just really shy. I had my friends and was completely comfortable not making many new ones. As it is, there are only a handful of people from my home Stake that I am close to. Anyway, Hayley and Jerry were married and have just had their first baby, a beautiful girl named Misha. I met Misha and got to hold her for a while at another friends wedding reception. She was so cute and cuddly and her tiny toenails were painted to match her mommy's (Hayley always has her toenails painted with fun, seasonably appropriate colors). They are a fun family and I am hoping to get to see them again soon.
The Shifflers, the Browns, and the Rapps.
Nicole, Bobby, Caroline and Johanna Shiffler. I met Nicole in an Art History class and we became instant friends. She was always very understanding when I skipped class and had to borrow her notes. I was lucky enough to be able to drive to Pennsylvania for Bobby and Nicole's wedding reception...it was one of the most fun and beautiful receptions I have ever been to. They are such a fun couple. I was also happy to have them around Provo after they were married and Nicole was graduated. They had little Caroline while they were in Utah and I loved going to visit them. They always made my day brighter.
Mandy, Chris, Jonah and Mia Rapp. Mandy was one of my first roommates when I moved to Provo and my first roommate to get married. She and Chris were always happy together, this was in contrast to the relationships of many of my other friends and it was nice to see that example. Now they have two adorable children with another on the way and it is great to be able to keep up with them via blog.
Hayley, Jerry and Misha Brown. Hayley was in my home stake. We went through Girls Camp, Youth Conference, and all those other Stake things together. And not so together. Kind of around each other. After meeting up with her at BYU (we had a class together, one I would not have passed had she not been there) she confessed that she thought I was a bit of snob in high school and that she didn't remember my name the first day I went and talked to her. I find this to be pretty funny and enjoy bringing it up any time I can. I love Hayley to bits and would have to admit that I probably did seem like a snob to many people in the Stake back then, but in reality I was just really shy. I had my friends and was completely comfortable not making many new ones. As it is, there are only a handful of people from my home Stake that I am close to. Anyway, Hayley and Jerry were married and have just had their first baby, a beautiful girl named Misha. I met Misha and got to hold her for a while at another friends wedding reception. She was so cute and cuddly and her tiny toenails were painted to match her mommy's (Hayley always has her toenails painted with fun, seasonably appropriate colors). They are a fun family and I am hoping to get to see them again soon.
Roll Call - Part 2
Friends from the 'Hood.
Megan.
Megalicious. I met Megan at the Glenwood (The 'Hood). We were in the same ward for a year before we actually made an impression on each other. I will remember that day forever...mostly because it has a funny quote to go with it. I was passing out invitations or flyers for something and Megan, Miri, and Curt were in M&Ms apartment. Curt was playing some old school Mario Bros on the Super NES. I knew Curt so I was invited in to sit down on the chastity couches. A conversation ensued revolving around Mario Bros and other things. I made a comment about the effectiveness of pitch-fork carrying flying monkeys versus the effectiveness of regular-type flying monkeys. I still have no idea which group is better. I may never know. Megan and Miri (who are the bestest of friends) thought I was funny and I thought the same about them. The following semester, I became their 7th roommate. Megan is smart, funny, and completely genuine with everyone around her. She doesn't change who she is according to who she is hanging out with. She's honest and kind. She listens to every crazy rambling and psycho story I have to tell her...there have been a lot of those since I met her. That means she is also very patient and forgiving. haha. She always makes me laugh and she never thinks I'm weird...or at least she doesn't tell me to my face. She understands when I talk about crazy insecurities or obscure pop-culture references. Most importantly, she understands my deep and abiding love for England and I know she would move there with me at the drop of a hat. She has also agreed to live in a house made of books with me once my inability to not purchase new books leaves me poor and homeless with only 2,000 books to my name. This is the sign of a true friend.
Miri.
See above story of how we met. Miricakes is fabulousness personified. She is equal parts sassy and sweet. She will go get you a Jamba Juice even when you don't want to go with her to get it. She drives around with pink, glittery children's shoes hanging from her rear view mirror. She bought the shoes for just that purpose. She is hilarious and, in turn, laughs at all my stupid jokes. We spent countless hours in The Hall being completely ridiculous...and I think we love each other more for it. We had a tough time at one point, but I knew she would always listen to me and I hope she knew I would do the same for her. She is loyal. She loves "the pigeon" books and I luuuuurve her. She is marvy and fab and truly a bestest pally of the first water.
Lili.
Elise. I met her brother, Drew, first through Megan, Miri, and the gang. They are both amazing artists. Lili is fun. She is creative and thoughtful. She makes me laugh. She has fabulous style and brings energy into a room. She is multi-talented; she draws and sings and makes awesome YouTube lipsyncs with her friends. They entertain me to no end. Lili is truly, truly super.
Megan.
Megalicious. I met Megan at the Glenwood (The 'Hood). We were in the same ward for a year before we actually made an impression on each other. I will remember that day forever...mostly because it has a funny quote to go with it. I was passing out invitations or flyers for something and Megan, Miri, and Curt were in M&Ms apartment. Curt was playing some old school Mario Bros on the Super NES. I knew Curt so I was invited in to sit down on the chastity couches. A conversation ensued revolving around Mario Bros and other things. I made a comment about the effectiveness of pitch-fork carrying flying monkeys versus the effectiveness of regular-type flying monkeys. I still have no idea which group is better. I may never know. Megan and Miri (who are the bestest of friends) thought I was funny and I thought the same about them. The following semester, I became their 7th roommate. Megan is smart, funny, and completely genuine with everyone around her. She doesn't change who she is according to who she is hanging out with. She's honest and kind. She listens to every crazy rambling and psycho story I have to tell her...there have been a lot of those since I met her. That means she is also very patient and forgiving. haha. She always makes me laugh and she never thinks I'm weird...or at least she doesn't tell me to my face. She understands when I talk about crazy insecurities or obscure pop-culture references. Most importantly, she understands my deep and abiding love for England and I know she would move there with me at the drop of a hat. She has also agreed to live in a house made of books with me once my inability to not purchase new books leaves me poor and homeless with only 2,000 books to my name. This is the sign of a true friend.
Miri.
See above story of how we met. Miricakes is fabulousness personified. She is equal parts sassy and sweet. She will go get you a Jamba Juice even when you don't want to go with her to get it. She drives around with pink, glittery children's shoes hanging from her rear view mirror. She bought the shoes for just that purpose. She is hilarious and, in turn, laughs at all my stupid jokes. We spent countless hours in The Hall being completely ridiculous...and I think we love each other more for it. We had a tough time at one point, but I knew she would always listen to me and I hope she knew I would do the same for her. She is loyal. She loves "the pigeon" books and I luuuuurve her. She is marvy and fab and truly a bestest pally of the first water.
Lili.
Elise. I met her brother, Drew, first through Megan, Miri, and the gang. They are both amazing artists. Lili is fun. She is creative and thoughtful. She makes me laugh. She has fabulous style and brings energy into a room. She is multi-talented; she draws and sings and makes awesome YouTube lipsyncs with her friends. They entertain me to no end. Lili is truly, truly super.
Roll Call - Part 1
I am kind of stealing this idea and making it my own.
Here are my reasons:
1. I know many of the people who read my blog also browse the links I have to my other friend's blogs.
2. Some of you haven't met each other and that might make you feel weird about posting on a "strangers" blog.
3. Heidi introduced a blog-friend who introduce their blog-friends as they enter the blog-world. That would take a lot of posts. I'm just going to do a couple, featuring several people at once. If anyone new is added via linkage, I will introduce them.
4. I am feeling pretty grateful for my lovely friends today and feel like sharing their awesomeness with others.
So, to begin:
L-Train and Friends.
Lauren.
This is my sister. My sissie. My best friend. She is married with 1.5 darling boys (Monkey and Peanut...who should be named James). I called her mommy till I was 3 years old. I used to sit for hours while she curled my incredibly long and thick hair with her totally rad 80's curling attachments (triangle curls, spiral curls, crimping, etc.). Everything she did was awesome. She tried (and eventually succeeded, although I don't think I cooperated as much as she probably would have liked) to teach me how to put on makeup and how to dress. She used to let me hang out in her bedroom while she was getting ready to go out in high school...Duran Duran or Madonna would be playing on the record player, lots of hairspray was involved. When she left to go to BYU I missed her. She left me home with two older brothers (i.e., two sources of endless ridicule and torment haha)...but I still thought she was the coolest person in the world. She always listened to what I am sure were silly problems or worries. She listened to the not so silly stuff as well. When she was home, she didn't care if I hung around. We wrote each other faithfully the entire time she was on her mission (a feat I have yet to accomplish with any other friend who has gone on a mission). Once she moved home and then while she was living in Virginia, she still always included me. She bought me things "just because," she let me hang out with her and her friends, she talked to me like an adult. We even had an amazing summer living in a very small basement apartment together. All of these things seem normal, but I think they are pretty rare for siblings with a 10 year age difference. Maybe I'm wrong. Oh well. All I know is my sister is and always has been great.
Heidi.
Heidi was one of Lauren's roommates/friends during her post-college/Virginia years. Again, she was someone who always treated me like I wasn't her roommate's 15-year-old little sister. She talked to me like an adult (this is a quality that I have always appreciated). She became part of our family - even called my parents Mom and Dad. I was so happy when she moved to Utah. We didn't always see each other that often, but I knew I had a place to stay and a family to turn to if I needed anything. And when I did need a place to stay, they gladly welcomed me into the family. She has two of the cutest, cuddliest kids ever. That fact alone makes her awesome.
AHP.
That would be Amy...or Amy Hale, but now she is married and Hale isn't her last name, it's just a hard habit to break. So AHP it now is. Amy worked with my sister in Virginia. She is hilarious and writes awesome poems. She used to let me escape to her house for the weekends when I was living with crazy people at BYU. She listened to me complain about the crazies and I helped her grade papers, I think I even went to church with her a couple of times. That's when she started dating her husband. I will always remember two things from that time. She went on a date to shoot at targets (with a bow and arrow). She came back with a giant, gross bruise covering the entire inside of her arm (from where the string on the bow hit her). Her now husband, then boyfriend would take her car to get cleaned. Inside and out. The seat belts were always rolled up neatly. Now she has two darling children (who I very excited to meet in 2 weeks). She is amazingness squared.
Stay tuned for more introductions...
Here are my reasons:
1. I know many of the people who read my blog also browse the links I have to my other friend's blogs.
2. Some of you haven't met each other and that might make you feel weird about posting on a "strangers" blog.
3. Heidi introduced a blog-friend who introduce their blog-friends as they enter the blog-world. That would take a lot of posts. I'm just going to do a couple, featuring several people at once. If anyone new is added via linkage, I will introduce them.
4. I am feeling pretty grateful for my lovely friends today and feel like sharing their awesomeness with others.
So, to begin:
L-Train and Friends.
Lauren.
This is my sister. My sissie. My best friend. She is married with 1.5 darling boys (Monkey and Peanut...who should be named James). I called her mommy till I was 3 years old. I used to sit for hours while she curled my incredibly long and thick hair with her totally rad 80's curling attachments (triangle curls, spiral curls, crimping, etc.). Everything she did was awesome. She tried (and eventually succeeded, although I don't think I cooperated as much as she probably would have liked) to teach me how to put on makeup and how to dress. She used to let me hang out in her bedroom while she was getting ready to go out in high school...Duran Duran or Madonna would be playing on the record player, lots of hairspray was involved. When she left to go to BYU I missed her. She left me home with two older brothers (i.e., two sources of endless ridicule and torment haha)...but I still thought she was the coolest person in the world. She always listened to what I am sure were silly problems or worries. She listened to the not so silly stuff as well. When she was home, she didn't care if I hung around. We wrote each other faithfully the entire time she was on her mission (a feat I have yet to accomplish with any other friend who has gone on a mission). Once she moved home and then while she was living in Virginia, she still always included me. She bought me things "just because," she let me hang out with her and her friends, she talked to me like an adult. We even had an amazing summer living in a very small basement apartment together. All of these things seem normal, but I think they are pretty rare for siblings with a 10 year age difference. Maybe I'm wrong. Oh well. All I know is my sister is and always has been great.
Heidi.
Heidi was one of Lauren's roommates/friends during her post-college/Virginia years. Again, she was someone who always treated me like I wasn't her roommate's 15-year-old little sister. She talked to me like an adult (this is a quality that I have always appreciated). She became part of our family - even called my parents Mom and Dad. I was so happy when she moved to Utah. We didn't always see each other that often, but I knew I had a place to stay and a family to turn to if I needed anything. And when I did need a place to stay, they gladly welcomed me into the family. She has two of the cutest, cuddliest kids ever. That fact alone makes her awesome.
AHP.
That would be Amy...or Amy Hale, but now she is married and Hale isn't her last name, it's just a hard habit to break. So AHP it now is. Amy worked with my sister in Virginia. She is hilarious and writes awesome poems. She used to let me escape to her house for the weekends when I was living with crazy people at BYU. She listened to me complain about the crazies and I helped her grade papers, I think I even went to church with her a couple of times. That's when she started dating her husband. I will always remember two things from that time. She went on a date to shoot at targets (with a bow and arrow). She came back with a giant, gross bruise covering the entire inside of her arm (from where the string on the bow hit her). Her now husband, then boyfriend would take her car to get cleaned. Inside and out. The seat belts were always rolled up neatly. Now she has two darling children (who I very excited to meet in 2 weeks). She is amazingness squared.
Stay tuned for more introductions...
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