So, the summer´s coming to an end and as I´m typing I don´t know if I´ve forgotten how to use a keyboard or if the one I´m using is going crazy because i´m typing everything wrong and I can´t find the apostraphy on any of the keys. Stinky european keyboards! Anyway, this looong year has come to an end and I thought I would talk about the amazing summer I had. (Which I say in complete enthusiasm, because it was really scary at times and super stressful) The story begins in the late days of June and in the early days on July...
We had just taken a huge road trip all the way from our house to Italy. Finally! the country of spaghetti and pizza 3 meals a day! Our first stop- Milan, the fashion capital of the world. It was a day of hard rain and hail, and we were all glad that the weather had somewhat cleared a bit for us to be able to get out of the car and do sightseeing. We park our car right in front of an ATM, with camaras that should have been looking out onto the street, smack dab on our car. None of us really thought anything about leaving our car out in the street. What could go wrong? We´ve travelled all over without even a scratch on our car. (Allright, there was a dent in the front door from slamming it on a post, but a really small one. And in defense of the rider in shotgun, that 3 foot pole should not have been in the middle on nowhere) We were out of the car for maybe an hour. Maybe even an hour and a half. We decided to make our way back from seeing a cool cathedral and walking by fake bags and coats and stuff to make our 3-5 minute walk back to the car, for it had started raining again. Seeing the car was probably the most stressful second our family has been in for a long time. The passenger seat window was broken, glass all over the floor. We were robbed. And it´s still hard for me to grasp the whole situation. Someone had broken into our car and had stolen my dad´s computer bag, of which had my dad´s computer with 10 years of info about oodles of stuff, bank info, all our passports from both countries since we´re double citizens, cash for the trip and our european ID cards (actually, that´s what we thought, by some miracle, my dad found them in his dresser at home a few days ago.) They had also stolen the GPS and my backpack, which had my wallet with the ID card, temple reccomend, addresses, and normal wallet stuff; my scriptures; both mine and my sister´s journal; and other backpacky stuff. From help by a passerby, we found out that the police station was around the corner (shows how good of policemen they are) and my dad went for help. It was mostly my job to calm down the people that were too emotional to think straight while two of my brothers walked around with an umbrella in hopes that the thief had thrown some of our stuff away. Because even though they can sell the computer, the passports and my backpack were completely useless to this guy. They came back with no luck, but they did find a pair of perfect gloves in a trashcan really close to our car, and we´re guessing that they were the thief´s. After what seemed like forever and after having the emotionals calm down a bit, my dad finally came back. I then went with him and my little siblings to go to the police station again because we all really had to go to the bathroom with all the excitement. I´ve learned one thing about the police in Italy- they stink. These guys could have cared less if one of us had been shot and I seriously think they could have been working for the mafia. They had told my dad that there was probably no chance of having our stuff returned because it was "very interesting stuff". Wait a sec, interesting stuff for the theif or interesting stuff for the policeman who found it? The only thing left for us to do was to get a new GPS and find a place to sleep for the night. It was late and the best thing to do was to sleep on the ordeal and figure out what to do in the morning.
This incident ruined our whole vacation. Two days after being robbed and after having the window fixed, we went to American consulet to get some new passports because without those, well, we´d still be back in Italy somewhere if we didn´t get passports. And let me tell ya, none of us wanted to be in Italy anymore. After spending foreven signing and filling out forms, we were then told to wait until Thursday so that the passports could be made (I´m pretty sure we were on Friday) As we were about to leave the awful city, the cherry was put on top of the icecream- our car´s ventilator broke. We stopped at a car place to have it fixed, and it turned out that they wouldn´t be able to fix until Wednesday (I think.) We were stuck at the car place for a good 3 hours or so, while everything was sorted our, and the whole time it was raining. We rented a 9 seater car, good thing we only have 10 in the family and not 11, right?, and we made our way to the campground were we would sleep that night. The next few days were days to try to get our minds off everything. We sightseed and swam. We never stayed in a city for too long, always afraid for our car, and sometimes we were only able to drive through cities becuase my mom got to worried. But we did eat a lot of icecream to make up for it! Wednesday finally came, we got our car, and then we waited until Thursday for our passports. We left our car in an underground parking at a hotel, took the subway and got our passports that Thursday. Afterward, we walked to the other consulet down the street to see if we could get our other passports there or wait for a more oportune time. One we got there, the nice worker handed us three of our european passports (two of my brothers´ and mine) that had been found on the street by the police and returned. Now we only have to find all the others! After having a wonderful chat with the consulet workers, my dad dropped all of the family off at the hotel while he, my brother, and I wandered the streets of Milan, looking for our stuff. We talked to police men and the lost and found building of Milan, where each and every one of them said that they couldn´t help us and that it was too late. We also talked to the bank who owned the ATM of which we were parked in front of, but they said that for security reasons, they couldn´t give us the film from 8 days before. They also said that they didn´t save the film after 7 days. So all in all, everyone was useless and we spent to whole day on a wild goose chase. They only help we got was from a taxi driver we met, who told us where thiefs and people up to know good sell things they steal. My older brother and my dad went to this flee market the next day, but with no luck. It turns out that if our stuff had been there, it would have been the first stuff to be sold because it was in such better shape than the junk there. (Which says a whole bunch because my wallet had ink stains all over and I had had my backpack since the 3rd grade. In the end, instead of only spending 2 hours in Milan, we spent 5 days, I believe me, I´m never going back.
Now that my pessimistic post has been read, here were the things I was grateful for during the trip-
1. I´m very glad that they stole my backpack. Seriously. The reason for this is because we had two computer bags, one with the info and passports and the other with more info and all the pictures from the whole year. This computer was in a bag that was in complete view, but the thief stole my bag that was on the floor. Even though I swear that I had put my bag on the side, but when i had woken up from a car nap to get out to sightsee Milan, it was on the floor, just waiting to be taken.
2. I´m glad that nothing happened to my family. My mom had almost stayed with some of the younger children in the car while we went to see the cathedral, but my dad decided that we should have all gone. I don´t even want to think about what happened if my mom had decided to stay.
3. That they didn´t steal anything else. The was no car that was behind us and the thief could have easily stolen all of our luggage if he needed help.
4. I´m grateful for my amazing dad! He was able to help us have fun throughout the trip and he did all he could to keep a cool head and make sure we did the same.
5. For all the nice italians we met to help us have a good time and enjoy ourselves.
6. That we could have had such a great experience touring places in Italy and getting fat on pasta and pizza and icecream!
8. That we could have gotten some passports back.
9. For the amazing taxi driver who brightened up my dad´s, brother´s and my day with his jokes and his willingness to help.
10. For being robbed in Milan. That´s right, I´m actually grateful that we were robbed. If we weren´t we would have gone to cities like Rome and Naples, were I´m certain something would have happened, such as having our car stolen with all the mafia running around. We´ve come to see it as a huge blessing to stopped something awful from happenning. And it made us realize that nothing in more important than having our family together.
And that was our summer! Now the house is all packed up and I´m writing at a computer in a hotel close to the airport, cause we´re coming back to reality... WE ARE COMING HOME!
Monday, July 25, 2011
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
To make things clear....
All right everyone! I've been getting phone calls and I want to make it crystal clear. I am NOT on the same continent as you are. I'm still across the ocean, doing my own little thing. It's my sister that everyone's mistaking me for, kapeesh?! I can't lie that we sort of look alike but the difference is that she's there with you, and I'm still here with me, myself and I. Don't believe the texts, cause their all LIES!!! (unless they say that I'm the most awesomest person ever, cause I am!)
Sunday, May 29, 2011
El Perdon
So, I wrote this for my etiquette class. What do ya think? I also added Matthew 6:14-15 and Luke 6:35-38; 42
En el diccionario, el perdón se describe como el hecho de no tener en cuenta la ofensa o falta que otro ha cometido. Pero es más que eso. El perdón también consiste en reaccionar ante un mal, actuar con libertad, recordar el pasado, renunciar a la venganza, y mirar al agresor en su dignidad personal.
Perdonar no consiste de ninguna manera en no querer ver un daño que alguien te ha cometido. No puedes colorear el daño o disimularlo. Algunos pasan de largo las injusticias con las que les tratan otras personas porque intentan evitar todo conflicto. Buscan la paz a cualquier precio y pretenden vivir continuamente en un ambiente armonioso. Parce que no les importe si los otros no les dicen la verdad ni cuando les utilizan como objetos para conseguir unos fines egoístas. Tampoco les importa el fraude o traición. Esta actitud es peligrosa porque puede llevar a una completa ceguera de los valores.
Quien perdona no cierra los ojos ante el mal, o niega que hiciste objetivamente una injusticia. Si lo negara, no tendría nada que perdonar. Es normal que una injusticia nos duela y por eso, nos hiere. Pero si no podemos ver la herida, no podemos sanarla. El afrontar un sufrimiento de manera adecuada es la clave para conseguir la paz interior de uno mismo.
El acto de perdonar es un asunto libre. El odio provoca la violencia, y la violencia justifica el odio. Es un círculo vicioso que no es necesario poner en acción. Frente a las heridas que podamos recibir en el trato con los demás, es posible reaccionar de formas diferentes. Podemos pegar a los que nos han pegado o hablar mal de los que han hablado mal de nosotros. Es una pena gastar las energías en los enfados, recelos, rencores o desesperación. Quizá es más triste aun cuando una persona se endurece para no sufrir más.
El perdón consiste en renunciar a la venganza y querer, a pesar de todo, lo mejor para el otro. Aquí se ve claramente que el perdón aunque está estrechamente unido a referencias afectivas, no es sentimiento. Es un acto de la voluntad que no se reduce a nuestro estado físico. Cuando una persona ha realizado este acto realmente libre, el sufrimiento pierde su amargura y puede ser que desaparezca con el tiempo.
Es una ley natural que el tiempo cura algunas heridas. Llegará un momento en que una persona no puede sentirse ya herida. Esto no es una señal de que haya perdonado a su agresor, sino que tiene ciertas ganas de vivir. La memoria para el ser humano puede ser un cultivo de frustraciones. La capacidad de desatarse y de olvidar es importante para el ser humano pero no tiene nada que ver con la actitud de perdonar. El mal hecho debe ser reconocido y en lo posible reparado.
Hace falta “purificar la memoria.” Una memoria sana pude convertirse en una maestra de la vida. Si alguien vive en paz con su pasado puede aprender mucho. Puede recordar las injusticias pasadas para que no se repitan, y las recuerda como perdonadas.
Como el perdón expresa la libertad, es posible negar al otro este don. Perdonar significa renunciar a la venganza y el odio. Pero existen personas que no se sienten nunca heridas. Perciben las injusticias con suma claridad pero no dejan que ellas les molesten. Se sienten superiores a los demás y mantienen interiormente una distancia tan grande que nadie puede tocar su corazón. No quieren sufrir y por tanto, renuncian al amor. Los que aman siempre se hacen pequeños y vulnerables y se encuentran cerca de los demás. Es más humano sufrir mucho a lo largo de la vida que adoptar una actitud distante y superior a los otros.
El perdón comienza cuando una persona rechaza todo tipo de venganza. Evita juzgar a los demás y está dispuesto a escucharles con un corazón abierto. El secreto consiste en no identificar al agresor con su ofensa. Todo el ser humano es más grande que su culpa y está por encima de sus peores errores. El que perdona es alguien que quiere todo el bien posible para el otro.
También hay actitudes que nos disponen a perdonar como el amor o la comprensión. Es necesario tener generosidad para con la otra persona, tener humildad y abrirse a la gracia de Dios. El perdón es un acto de fuerza interior. Es humilde y respetuoso con el otro. Todos necesitamos el perdón porque todos hacemos daño a los demás aunque veces quizá no nos demos cuenta. Necesitamos el perdón para deshacer las heridas del pasado y comenzar de nuevo.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
2011
Man, this blog thing is really going down the drain. One of my goals for 2011 was to write at least once every 2 weeks.... (now think of a toilet flushing sound)
Anyway, 2011 has been absolutely amazing! Just yesterday (metaphorically speaking) I was in the junior high play, junior high ended, traveled, started the first day of a new school, Christmas... and now, it's April!!! School practically over and we're about to come home. And you know what? I'm actually sad about it. I've had such a good time here that I kind of not what to go back. At first, when we first got here, I couldn't wait to go back to the states. To go back to a normal high school with normal friends and family was the thing that I was most excited for. Now, 10 months later, I don't know if I want to go back. Sure, I really want to have an American teenage year and graduate from high school, but than I'll have to deal with all the emotional stress of being a teenager. Being here, I don't have to deal with oodles of stress. Well, except from the fact that my grades will transfer back to high school, I'm not getting the best grades that I want because of the language barrier, the fact that I have no time during the week because of seminary, and the anxiety of cleaning the house we're leaving in right now for the move back, there's no stress at all! My reasons for a less stress life and loving it here are:
1. I don't have to deal with boy problems. I don't have to worry about the stress of impressing who-knows-who because my dear parents put me in a school where the only boy that I ever see is the Catholic Priest. Also, my dad won't let me date here. I had thought at first that I would be use my dating privileges, but my dad decided that he didn't trust the boys here, which is saying something because he used to be on of the boys here. (But I'm pretty sure he was one of the nerdy one's who never dated. You know the one making bombs in the backyard with gunpowder from someplace or another.)
2. I don't have to deal with girl problems. There's never a worry here for the girl problems that come around like normal schools. Weird that there's hardly ever girl problems at a girl school, but it's so true. There aren't any clicks and almost everyone's friends with everyone else. And, since there's only 17 girls in class, it's easy to talk to everyone else.
3. I never have to worry about what to wear. I get to wear uniform every day! I get to wear a white polo with a green sweater, red plaid skirt, green socks, and penny loafers! There is also a rule of no make-up or nail polish at the school, so every morning is pretty much the same and there's no hassle in what to wear.
4. The ward here is absolutely amazing! Of course, I love the ward that I've always grown up in, but this ward is the bomb.com! They're are all such humble people, since the LDS are in the minority here, and they're all so loving. It's like having a family reunion every Sunday! And since the building is so small, (we're trying to get a bigger one was the church can find some place to build it) we get to everyone every 2 seconds. Seriously, I'm pretty sure that the hallway is less than 5 feet wide, so it's practically impossible to get to class.
5. I've really gotten closer with my family. Since we live in the middle of nowhere, we spend oodles of time together, and it's really made me come to love my siblings more and to respect them more.
6. Last, but not least, is that I'm loving the opportunities here! There are opportunities to be a missionary, all the time, and to get to do so many new things! It really made me see that there's so much more than the gorgeous bubble we live in back home. But don't worry, I think I'm excited to come back to the gorgeous bubble of Mormons.
Well, those are my thoughts for right now. Oh, I also have another thing to say. I loved General Conference! so far, that is. We watched the Saturday sessions on line today and we're probably watch the Sunday sessions later this week. I loved Dallin H Oaks' and M. Russell Ballard's talks.
Thought for the week: (click on the words)
Be Strong and of Good Courage.
Luv ya lots!
Anyway, 2011 has been absolutely amazing! Just yesterday (metaphorically speaking) I was in the junior high play, junior high ended, traveled, started the first day of a new school, Christmas... and now, it's April!!! School practically over and we're about to come home. And you know what? I'm actually sad about it. I've had such a good time here that I kind of not what to go back. At first, when we first got here, I couldn't wait to go back to the states. To go back to a normal high school with normal friends and family was the thing that I was most excited for. Now, 10 months later, I don't know if I want to go back. Sure, I really want to have an American teenage year and graduate from high school, but than I'll have to deal with all the emotional stress of being a teenager. Being here, I don't have to deal with oodles of stress. Well, except from the fact that my grades will transfer back to high school, I'm not getting the best grades that I want because of the language barrier, the fact that I have no time during the week because of seminary, and the anxiety of cleaning the house we're leaving in right now for the move back, there's no stress at all! My reasons for a less stress life and loving it here are:
1. I don't have to deal with boy problems. I don't have to worry about the stress of impressing who-knows-who because my dear parents put me in a school where the only boy that I ever see is the Catholic Priest. Also, my dad won't let me date here. I had thought at first that I would be use my dating privileges, but my dad decided that he didn't trust the boys here, which is saying something because he used to be on of the boys here. (But I'm pretty sure he was one of the nerdy one's who never dated. You know the one making bombs in the backyard with gunpowder from someplace or another.)
2. I don't have to deal with girl problems. There's never a worry here for the girl problems that come around like normal schools. Weird that there's hardly ever girl problems at a girl school, but it's so true. There aren't any clicks and almost everyone's friends with everyone else. And, since there's only 17 girls in class, it's easy to talk to everyone else.
3. I never have to worry about what to wear. I get to wear uniform every day! I get to wear a white polo with a green sweater, red plaid skirt, green socks, and penny loafers! There is also a rule of no make-up or nail polish at the school, so every morning is pretty much the same and there's no hassle in what to wear.
4. The ward here is absolutely amazing! Of course, I love the ward that I've always grown up in, but this ward is the bomb.com! They're are all such humble people, since the LDS are in the minority here, and they're all so loving. It's like having a family reunion every Sunday! And since the building is so small, (we're trying to get a bigger one was the church can find some place to build it) we get to everyone every 2 seconds. Seriously, I'm pretty sure that the hallway is less than 5 feet wide, so it's practically impossible to get to class.
5. I've really gotten closer with my family. Since we live in the middle of nowhere, we spend oodles of time together, and it's really made me come to love my siblings more and to respect them more.
6. Last, but not least, is that I'm loving the opportunities here! There are opportunities to be a missionary, all the time, and to get to do so many new things! It really made me see that there's so much more than the gorgeous bubble we live in back home. But don't worry, I think I'm excited to come back to the gorgeous bubble of Mormons.
Well, those are my thoughts for right now. Oh, I also have another thing to say. I loved General Conference! so far, that is. We watched the Saturday sessions on line today and we're probably watch the Sunday sessions later this week. I loved Dallin H Oaks' and M. Russell Ballard's talks.
Thought for the week: (click on the words)
Be Strong and of Good Courage.
Luv ya lots!
Friday, December 24, 2010
2011
There is an amazing song that I thought I should put on my blog. My favorite picture of the slideshow is the one where Jesus is talking to boy on the bench. I think that there is a story to the picture, but I don't know it. Anyway, I love the song (becuase Josh Groban once sang it, and he's the bomb diggidy doo x2) and I love the pictures in the slideshow.
I can't believe Christmas is here! Bring on the holly, tinsel, eggnog, stockings, Santa, and the sticky candycanes, cause Christmas is here! It's absolutely nuts! I don't even know what to write on this post becuase I'm so psyched for 2011 to start! It's sure going to one crazy year, I can tell ya that!
So that's all that I really wanted to say. If any family members are reading this, know that we're all really missing you guys and that the family nativity isn't the same without 10 shepherds, oodles of angels, and bunches of sheep. And if any friends are reading this, know that I'm thinking of you! We miss you all and hope that you have a very merry Christmas and a spectacularly New Year!
I can't believe Christmas is here! Bring on the holly, tinsel, eggnog, stockings, Santa, and the sticky candycanes, cause Christmas is here! It's absolutely nuts! I don't even know what to write on this post becuase I'm so psyched for 2011 to start! It's sure going to one crazy year, I can tell ya that!
So that's all that I really wanted to say. If any family members are reading this, know that we're all really missing you guys and that the family nativity isn't the same without 10 shepherds, oodles of angels, and bunches of sheep. And if any friends are reading this, know that I'm thinking of you! We miss you all and hope that you have a very merry Christmas and a spectacularly New Year!
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
This is such an amazing song that I want everyone to hear it! My sister showed it a few days ago and I fell in love with it.
Well, I've been pretty stinky at keeping this blog, but at least I'm writing. One of my New Year Resolutions (little bit early, but New's Years in practically here) is to post something at least every other week.
School's been fantastic! I was super scared to start at first, but I realized that it's way easier than high school. Since I'm in a class where there are only 17 girls in my grade, the teachers are really attentive to all of us. They've been helping me with all the minor details (like learning everything in a whole new language) and they have adjusted some of the homework so that I can do it. Instead of trying to learn what subjunctives, predicates, and direct/indirect complements are in spanish, I'm learning things to help me speak more easily. And instead of all of the english classes, I've been working on packets to get school credits to graduate. All of the other classes are kept the same though. Math is a piece of cake. A really big piece of cake. So big that it's disgusting! I'm not taking the class I should be taking in the states (pre-calc) but I'm doing algebra 2 again with all the other girls in class. Don't mean to brag, but I don't think I've ever felt to smart in my life! All the other girls ask me questions and I've even gone up to the chalkboard to teach some math short-cuts. I guess algebra 2 in junior high really paid off!
Lunch is really good at school. Instead of the nasty playdough (a.k.a - school food), they make us yummy things. We get a first course, which is usually some type of soup, then second course, which has some type of meat, potatoes, and veggie stuff. And of course, we get a dessert of either yogurt or fruit. People are are crazy about food! Even the home lunches are amazing! No one would ever think about bringing PP&G, they bring good hot food that the nice lunch ladies heat up. It's so stellarly crazy!
I'm even starting to enjoy the uniforms here! I don't have to wake up earlier in the morning to pick out what I'm going to wear, because it's the same...every day. We are also not allowed to wear make-up, and since there aren't any boys to impress, hairstyles for these girls are not an important issue at all. It's going to be so weird to come back and see everyone looking nice every day. Speaking about boys, I haven't met a lot of them. There are two 15 year old's in my neighborhood who I think died, because I haven't seen them in weeks. Then there are the boys in the ward who are all really short, with the majority of them being 13 or 14 years old. The only guy that I've met who's not that weird and not a wardie, is a boy I met at a ward in France. Very nice guy.
I feel like I've really adjusted to life here. I love seeing all the interesting places here and the buildings that are way older than the U.S. I miss seeing all my family and friends, and I can't wait till I can see them instead of just talking on the phone, but I'm going to miss being over here too when I get back.
While being here, I feel like my testimony has grown 100 times than what it was before. I love being asked about our church by the girls at school, who, sadly, don't even believe in their own church, and I love been able to answer. Because I know that the church is true! I know that Jesus Christ loves me very much and I know that he has helped me get through all the hard times while being here. I can't wait till I get to serve a mission so that I can help people feel as happy as I do. Because I've never felt so happy in my life, knowing that he died for me and he wants me to live with him again. I'm going to do all I can so that I can return to Heavenly Father and Him again.
Have a Merry Christmas everyone!
luv ya!
Well, I've been pretty stinky at keeping this blog, but at least I'm writing. One of my New Year Resolutions (little bit early, but New's Years in practically here) is to post something at least every other week.
School's been fantastic! I was super scared to start at first, but I realized that it's way easier than high school. Since I'm in a class where there are only 17 girls in my grade, the teachers are really attentive to all of us. They've been helping me with all the minor details (like learning everything in a whole new language) and they have adjusted some of the homework so that I can do it. Instead of trying to learn what subjunctives, predicates, and direct/indirect complements are in spanish, I'm learning things to help me speak more easily. And instead of all of the english classes, I've been working on packets to get school credits to graduate. All of the other classes are kept the same though. Math is a piece of cake. A really big piece of cake. So big that it's disgusting! I'm not taking the class I should be taking in the states (pre-calc) but I'm doing algebra 2 again with all the other girls in class. Don't mean to brag, but I don't think I've ever felt to smart in my life! All the other girls ask me questions and I've even gone up to the chalkboard to teach some math short-cuts. I guess algebra 2 in junior high really paid off!
Lunch is really good at school. Instead of the nasty playdough (a.k.a - school food), they make us yummy things. We get a first course, which is usually some type of soup, then second course, which has some type of meat, potatoes, and veggie stuff. And of course, we get a dessert of either yogurt or fruit. People are are crazy about food! Even the home lunches are amazing! No one would ever think about bringing PP&G, they bring good hot food that the nice lunch ladies heat up. It's so stellarly crazy!
I'm even starting to enjoy the uniforms here! I don't have to wake up earlier in the morning to pick out what I'm going to wear, because it's the same...every day. We are also not allowed to wear make-up, and since there aren't any boys to impress, hairstyles for these girls are not an important issue at all. It's going to be so weird to come back and see everyone looking nice every day. Speaking about boys, I haven't met a lot of them. There are two 15 year old's in my neighborhood who I think died, because I haven't seen them in weeks. Then there are the boys in the ward who are all really short, with the majority of them being 13 or 14 years old. The only guy that I've met who's not that weird and not a wardie, is a boy I met at a ward in France. Very nice guy.
I feel like I've really adjusted to life here. I love seeing all the interesting places here and the buildings that are way older than the U.S. I miss seeing all my family and friends, and I can't wait till I can see them instead of just talking on the phone, but I'm going to miss being over here too when I get back.
While being here, I feel like my testimony has grown 100 times than what it was before. I love being asked about our church by the girls at school, who, sadly, don't even believe in their own church, and I love been able to answer. Because I know that the church is true! I know that Jesus Christ loves me very much and I know that he has helped me get through all the hard times while being here. I can't wait till I get to serve a mission so that I can help people feel as happy as I do. Because I've never felt so happy in my life, knowing that he died for me and he wants me to live with him again. I'm going to do all I can so that I can return to Heavenly Father and Him again.
Have a Merry Christmas everyone!
luv ya!
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Time flies fast when you don't know what time it is.
Okay, I know that my last post said that I would post in 3 weeks, but it turns out that we aren't even home yet. We've been doing so many things that we all lost track of the time. We should be back home by Monday or sometime around there. I'm not really sure. The only days that I've been positive about is Sundays and the day that school started for all of my friends. I've been having dreams about high school ever since. Last night was probably the weirdest one because Kyle was in charge and he put up a huge roller coaster on the first day of school. Really weird.
Besides having crazy dreams, we've been traveling a bunch. Our first stop was England. We visited the Plymouth, Stratford upon Avon, Oxford, Winchester, Sherwood Forest, and London. London was absolutely amazing! One of my favorite sights had to have been the crown jewels. And best of all, everyone spoke english! Then there was Stonehenge. Man, I don't even know how to describe how awe-inspiring that was! In one word, I would say that it was majestic. It was totally amazing! We were also able to go to the 2 temples in England. It was a great experience.
After that, by way of Wales (which was also spectacular, the accent was absolutey amazing) we went to Ireland. We went there because that is where my dad learned his english, so we visited the family he stayed with when he was 15. These people were the best, they even made a cake to celebrate my 2 little sisters' birthday. I love the Irish! We then visited Dublin, met some missionaries on the street, and after that, we kissed the Blarney stone! Climbing up the crazy winding steps, the most brave up us bent over backwards to kiss the Blarney stone. It is said that those who kiss it get the gift of eloquence. Even though I am already blessed with tons of eloquence, kissing the stone helped a bit.
Next came Scotland. Home of the kilts. We couldn't spend a bunch of time there, so we sadly could only go to Edinburgh. But still, it was one of the prettiest cities that we saw (in my opinion). I think that I'm the only one who really really liked Edinburgh. The reason that nobody appreciated it as much as I was because it was as dirty as can be. All of the building were practically black, but the architecture was beautiful. Seeing people in kilts was funny to see too.
After Scotland, came the land of the fjords. Norway as got to be one of the most beautiful places that I have ever been to. There were mountains, lakes, fjords, seals, and everything was as green as could be. We were able to see a gigantic glacier here as well, and I'm so glad that I listened to my science teacher in 8th grade, where I did a power point of glacier erosion. It helps to be a nerd sometimes, let me tell ya.we even drunk the water running down the glacier. fun fun fun! But the funnest part had to be when we took a train ride sightseeing and we were surrounded by Asians. Don't get me wrong, I love Asians, but they sure that tons of pictures. They all started taking pictures of my siblings because they are cute, one is semi-blond, and american. We were a freak show the whole entire tour!
After that, we went to Finland, Sweden, and Denmark. In Finland, we went to Helsinki and the temple. Helsinki was absolutely gorgeous and we saw ginormous, white, Lutheran cathedral. it was so much fun to line up all of us kids on the big steps of the church and have everyone stare at us. The temple was also amazing as well. I love seeing the temple, no matter where I am. One of the weirdest things that happened at this temple was that we met Jonah's grandparents. They are a missionary couple and we just happened to run in to them. Jonah is a kid that went to my junior high and we got to talk about him for a few minutes. His grandparents are so nice! We also saw many other people who knew friends of ours at this temple. It sure is a small world!
While in Sweden, we went to go see my sister's friend, Miriam, that lives in Stockholm. The reason my sister knows her is because they became great friends while Miriam was an exchange student at high school 2 years ago. Miriam was able to show us around the city, and she brought us to a great kebab restaurant. It was all a blast. We also got to go to the temple here as well. Temples are the best!
We then went to Denmark. Denmark is absolutely amazing! We went sightseeing around Copenhagen and we all had a blast! At one point, we all lined up on the side of the street, and put a hat in front of us, hoping to get some money cause our family is to big and we could use the extra cash. We didn't get any money, but we did get a few smiles. We also got to go to the Copenhagen Temple. Thankfully, I was let in. I accidentally left my recommend at the hotel, but we made a few phone calls to our bishop, and I was able to get in.
After all that fun, came even more fun! Germany was our next stop. We went to the gorgeous city of Berlin where we saw and learned more about the Berlin Wall and the history of it all. We also got to go to the Frieberg temple. It was spectacular! Another place that we went to was the concentration camp of Dachau. My dad, two older siblings, and I went to see it while my mom watched everyone else. The experience was amazing, but it made me really sad to think about all of the horrible and inhumane things that went on at the camp. It makes me sick really. I hope that justice is served to the monsters who let all those awful things happen. Besides those places, we got to go to my mom's favorite castle in the whole wide world. She loves this place so much that we have pictures of it in my room.
The Neuschwanstein Castle! It's this fabulous castle in the alps that inspired the Walt Disney Castle. It was built in the late 1800's because this one guy liked medieval castles. So he built one. Just like that. Man, if I could build a ginormous castle just cause I wanted to, I probably wouldn't be writing this blog. After the castle, we got to eat wiener schnitzel. Wow! that is some good munchies!
We were told by some people that a person had to see Prague before they died, so my parents thought that we should make a pit stop there. We spent about 5 hours in the Czech Republic to go see it. It was a really pretty city. Very pretty. It was like being in a sort of fairy tailish city.
One of our final stops was Switzerland. Go the Swiss! We went to the Swiss temple and we spent the time with all the Italians there. It was so cool that I could kind of understand the italian cause it sounded really close to spanish. Maybe I'll learn that after I get down spanish, french, and portuguese. We were also able to go to an english speaking ward today, where we met loads of people that know the same people we know. We also went to a city in Switzerland were we almost ran over 2 missionaries. We ended up getting ice cream with them and all was well.
Now we're in France, getting ready to end the awesome vacation and start school. Yipee! We're not really sightseeing a bunch here though, but it's really cool to be here. Even though we have to depend on our dad to translate for us. I'm supposed to be learned french at school this year so maybe my dad won't have to translate as much.
Wow. that was confusing. Sorry that the post was so long. I hope I didn't forget anything. I'll probably be able to post more with school starting and all. Okay, got to go, I'll post the pictures of everything when I download the pictures of everything.
luv ya lots!
Besides having crazy dreams, we've been traveling a bunch. Our first stop was England. We visited the Plymouth, Stratford upon Avon, Oxford, Winchester, Sherwood Forest, and London. London was absolutely amazing! One of my favorite sights had to have been the crown jewels. And best of all, everyone spoke english! Then there was Stonehenge. Man, I don't even know how to describe how awe-inspiring that was! In one word, I would say that it was majestic. It was totally amazing! We were also able to go to the 2 temples in England. It was a great experience.
After that, by way of Wales (which was also spectacular, the accent was absolutey amazing) we went to Ireland. We went there because that is where my dad learned his english, so we visited the family he stayed with when he was 15. These people were the best, they even made a cake to celebrate my 2 little sisters' birthday. I love the Irish! We then visited Dublin, met some missionaries on the street, and after that, we kissed the Blarney stone! Climbing up the crazy winding steps, the most brave up us bent over backwards to kiss the Blarney stone. It is said that those who kiss it get the gift of eloquence. Even though I am already blessed with tons of eloquence, kissing the stone helped a bit.
Next came Scotland. Home of the kilts. We couldn't spend a bunch of time there, so we sadly could only go to Edinburgh. But still, it was one of the prettiest cities that we saw (in my opinion). I think that I'm the only one who really really liked Edinburgh. The reason that nobody appreciated it as much as I was because it was as dirty as can be. All of the building were practically black, but the architecture was beautiful. Seeing people in kilts was funny to see too.
After Scotland, came the land of the fjords. Norway as got to be one of the most beautiful places that I have ever been to. There were mountains, lakes, fjords, seals, and everything was as green as could be. We were able to see a gigantic glacier here as well, and I'm so glad that I listened to my science teacher in 8th grade, where I did a power point of glacier erosion. It helps to be a nerd sometimes, let me tell ya.we even drunk the water running down the glacier. fun fun fun! But the funnest part had to be when we took a train ride sightseeing and we were surrounded by Asians. Don't get me wrong, I love Asians, but they sure that tons of pictures. They all started taking pictures of my siblings because they are cute, one is semi-blond, and american. We were a freak show the whole entire tour!
After that, we went to Finland, Sweden, and Denmark. In Finland, we went to Helsinki and the temple. Helsinki was absolutely gorgeous and we saw ginormous, white, Lutheran cathedral. it was so much fun to line up all of us kids on the big steps of the church and have everyone stare at us. The temple was also amazing as well. I love seeing the temple, no matter where I am. One of the weirdest things that happened at this temple was that we met Jonah's grandparents. They are a missionary couple and we just happened to run in to them. Jonah is a kid that went to my junior high and we got to talk about him for a few minutes. His grandparents are so nice! We also saw many other people who knew friends of ours at this temple. It sure is a small world!
While in Sweden, we went to go see my sister's friend, Miriam, that lives in Stockholm. The reason my sister knows her is because they became great friends while Miriam was an exchange student at high school 2 years ago. Miriam was able to show us around the city, and she brought us to a great kebab restaurant. It was all a blast. We also got to go to the temple here as well. Temples are the best!
We then went to Denmark. Denmark is absolutely amazing! We went sightseeing around Copenhagen and we all had a blast! At one point, we all lined up on the side of the street, and put a hat in front of us, hoping to get some money cause our family is to big and we could use the extra cash. We didn't get any money, but we did get a few smiles. We also got to go to the Copenhagen Temple. Thankfully, I was let in. I accidentally left my recommend at the hotel, but we made a few phone calls to our bishop, and I was able to get in.
After all that fun, came even more fun! Germany was our next stop. We went to the gorgeous city of Berlin where we saw and learned more about the Berlin Wall and the history of it all. We also got to go to the Frieberg temple. It was spectacular! Another place that we went to was the concentration camp of Dachau. My dad, two older siblings, and I went to see it while my mom watched everyone else. The experience was amazing, but it made me really sad to think about all of the horrible and inhumane things that went on at the camp. It makes me sick really. I hope that justice is served to the monsters who let all those awful things happen. Besides those places, we got to go to my mom's favorite castle in the whole wide world. She loves this place so much that we have pictures of it in my room.
The Neuschwanstein Castle! It's this fabulous castle in the alps that inspired the Walt Disney Castle. It was built in the late 1800's because this one guy liked medieval castles. So he built one. Just like that. Man, if I could build a ginormous castle just cause I wanted to, I probably wouldn't be writing this blog. After the castle, we got to eat wiener schnitzel. Wow! that is some good munchies!
We were told by some people that a person had to see Prague before they died, so my parents thought that we should make a pit stop there. We spent about 5 hours in the Czech Republic to go see it. It was a really pretty city. Very pretty. It was like being in a sort of fairy tailish city.
One of our final stops was Switzerland. Go the Swiss! We went to the Swiss temple and we spent the time with all the Italians there. It was so cool that I could kind of understand the italian cause it sounded really close to spanish. Maybe I'll learn that after I get down spanish, french, and portuguese. We were also able to go to an english speaking ward today, where we met loads of people that know the same people we know. We also went to a city in Switzerland were we almost ran over 2 missionaries. We ended up getting ice cream with them and all was well.
Now we're in France, getting ready to end the awesome vacation and start school. Yipee! We're not really sightseeing a bunch here though, but it's really cool to be here. Even though we have to depend on our dad to translate for us. I'm supposed to be learned french at school this year so maybe my dad won't have to translate as much.
Wow. that was confusing. Sorry that the post was so long. I hope I didn't forget anything. I'll probably be able to post more with school starting and all. Okay, got to go, I'll post the pictures of everything when I download the pictures of everything.
luv ya lots!
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Sorry!
I'm sorry everyone ( or at least the people who read this blog) but I won't be able to post for another three weeks. I was going to post write now but we're leaving in 3 hours and i sstill need to pack. But when i do post, there's going to be ton. we're traveling around Europe and I'm so excited! K, I got to go now, my sister is trying to kill me. bye!
Monday, July 19, 2010
Been there, didn't do that
Wow! The last time that I wrote on my blog was forever ago! Sorry, we've had a lot of stuff going on and the blog wasn't at the top of the list. I don't really know how to put what I'm about to say, so I'm just going to say it. My mom had a miscarriage, and that is the reason that I could have cared less about this blog for a few weeks. It was a big blow and now we're all trying to get to be normal. Don't really like to dwell on it, you know?
On a happier note, I'm going to talk to ya'll about what happened 2 weeks ago. We went to Pamplona to go see the running of the bulls! It has got to be the coolest thing (and maybe most dangerous?) thing that I have ever seen! Sadly, no one died the day that we went, but it was still pretty intense to watch. The reason why they have the running of the bulls is to celebrate San Fermin, a catholic VIP person. In honor of San Fermin, there is a week where everyone gets drunk and then they run from the bulls. Pretty cool, right? Well, it is if you can't smell anything. My two older sibling, my dad, and I were walking around through the festivities trying to get tickets to see the running of the bulls. My dad didn't think it was wise for the youngins' to see the "great and spacious building" from the inside, so my mom stayed with them at a park. Good thing too. I've never seen so many drunks in my life! They were everywhere, packed together, singing, and swaying, and having a jolly good time. As for us, we were holding onto each others bags so that we wouldn't get lost in the mob, with the white freckly and my dad making sure that we were safe. This one guy even tried to charge at white freckly, before my dad stopped him. People would come and talk with us and they were having grand conversations with the white freckly. They were all trying to read his shirt which said "Viva la Reagan revalucion" AP Govt shirt and we got one of them to believe that "AP Govt" was french. These people had no idea what was going on. And the smell! Wine was everywhere. People were soaked with wine. And wine smells bad. REALLY BAD! Mix the wine with beer, sweat, barf, urine, and times it by ten. That's what the place smelled like. I don't think that Lehi saw a building in his dream. I think that he saw a city. I got out of that city alive!
After all of the people run from the bulls, they run into an arena. They then bring in a baby bull so that no one would get hurt that bad. Yes, the bull did run on top of people, but only 2 people were taken away by the medical people. My dad was talking about how he touched the horns when he did this. (this was before he was converted) He said that it was charging at him so he pushed it away by the horns.
My dear brothers had a thrill in watching the baby bull trample everyone. they were smiling like this for more than an hour. On the other hand, my little sister had a look of complete disgust in all the pictures that 
For San Fermin, everyone wears all white with their red scarfs and red sashes. FYI, this was the beginning of the festivities, all of these people were stained purple after an hour or two. They have to much fun with the wine there. You would see some stained yellow with beer, but the people like wine a lot better. I've heard it gets you drunk faster? My dad, the all knowing, said that one person would drink around 2 liters of wine, pass out on the grass, then they would wake up for the bull run. My dad even showed my sister where he passed out.
With the festivities, comes riots. Police men were everywhere! By far, these were the coolest ones that we saw. Something terrible must have been going on to get all these guys to run so fast down the street. If only we were able to follow them.
This is the bull ring where we watched the bulls come in after watching the running of the bulls on a big t.v. We woke up at 5am so that we could come and see it at 8am. It was awesome! I think that the best part was waiting for the bulls because there were these 3 borrachos (that means drunkards in spanish) singing and toppling over each other, and doing the wave, and all that jazz. It was a great learning experience to see what happens when your under the influence. Don't do it guys! Even though it's funny to watch, it's a little scary. Just do what D.A.R.E thought us and say no.
On a happier note, I'm going to talk to ya'll about what happened 2 weeks ago. We went to Pamplona to go see the running of the bulls! It has got to be the coolest thing (and maybe most dangerous?) thing that I have ever seen! Sadly, no one died the day that we went, but it was still pretty intense to watch. The reason why they have the running of the bulls is to celebrate San Fermin, a catholic VIP person. In honor of San Fermin, there is a week where everyone gets drunk and then they run from the bulls. Pretty cool, right? Well, it is if you can't smell anything. My two older sibling, my dad, and I were walking around through the festivities trying to get tickets to see the running of the bulls. My dad didn't think it was wise for the youngins' to see the "great and spacious building" from the inside, so my mom stayed with them at a park. Good thing too. I've never seen so many drunks in my life! They were everywhere, packed together, singing, and swaying, and having a jolly good time. As for us, we were holding onto each others bags so that we wouldn't get lost in the mob, with the white freckly and my dad making sure that we were safe. This one guy even tried to charge at white freckly, before my dad stopped him. People would come and talk with us and they were having grand conversations with the white freckly. They were all trying to read his shirt which said "Viva la Reagan revalucion" AP Govt shirt and we got one of them to believe that "AP Govt" was french. These people had no idea what was going on. And the smell! Wine was everywhere. People were soaked with wine. And wine smells bad. REALLY BAD! Mix the wine with beer, sweat, barf, urine, and times it by ten. That's what the place smelled like. I don't think that Lehi saw a building in his dream. I think that he saw a city. I got out of that city alive!
After all of the people run from the bulls, they run into an arena. They then bring in a baby bull so that no one would get hurt that bad. Yes, the bull did run on top of people, but only 2 people were taken away by the medical people. My dad was talking about how he touched the horns when he did this. (this was before he was converted) He said that it was charging at him so he pushed it away by the horns.
My dear brothers had a thrill in watching the baby bull trample everyone. they were smiling like this for more than an hour. On the other hand, my little sister had a look of complete disgust in all the pictures that 
For San Fermin, everyone wears all white with their red scarfs and red sashes. FYI, this was the beginning of the festivities, all of these people were stained purple after an hour or two. They have to much fun with the wine there. You would see some stained yellow with beer, but the people like wine a lot better. I've heard it gets you drunk faster? My dad, the all knowing, said that one person would drink around 2 liters of wine, pass out on the grass, then they would wake up for the bull run. My dad even showed my sister where he passed out. 
With the festivities, comes riots. Police men were everywhere! By far, these were the coolest ones that we saw. Something terrible must have been going on to get all these guys to run so fast down the street. If only we were able to follow them.
This is the bull ring where we watched the bulls come in after watching the running of the bulls on a big t.v. We woke up at 5am so that we could come and see it at 8am. It was awesome! I think that the best part was waiting for the bulls because there were these 3 borrachos (that means drunkards in spanish) singing and toppling over each other, and doing the wave, and all that jazz. It was a great learning experience to see what happens when your under the influence. Don't do it guys! Even though it's funny to watch, it's a little scary. Just do what D.A.R.E thought us and say no.
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
Happy B-day!
Happy Birthday Amanda!!!! I hope that all of your wildest dreams come true today! If I were there, I'd make you an enormous cake! But I'm not, so I'll make you a digital one!
Or, to return the favor from 7th grade, I would make you a giant cookie...
But anyhoo, I haven't been with you on you birthday for 3 (maybe 4) years, and I want to wish you another happy birthday! One more year, and you'll be dating! Happy Birthday!
Or, to return the favor from 7th grade, I would make you a giant cookie...
But anyhoo, I haven't been with you on you birthday for 3 (maybe 4) years, and I want to wish you another happy birthday! One more year, and you'll be dating! Happy Birthday!
Monday, July 5, 2010
Fourth of July Suprises
Man, this week was a pretty fun week. We traveled, slept in a tent all week long, found a dead bird by the house, and to top of the amaziningness, I was sick! Even though I was sick, I think that this past week has been the best part of this trip... so far. We went to Portugal! We visited Cathedrals, castles, and an old winery. Sadly, we didn't get to try the samples for the winery, but I guess you can't get everything in life!
This is the taking down of our tent at a camping site. Everyone else around us had the big campers that the leaders use. Other campers even had potted plants with them. Who brings plants to go camping?!
This is supposed to be part the most nothern part of Spain, and to celebrate the north, we stopped to enjoy the place. This beach is in a town that so small, if you blink, you'll literally miss it. We loved the place because there were a ton of little fishes to stare at in between the rocks.
This is a lake above a Cathedral in Bragas, Portugal. The white freckly and my dad tried racing with the boats, and my amazing dad won. It turns out the white freckly can't row strait. Thankfully, I've never seen him drive, cause he probably can't drive strait either.
Now comes the fourth of July surprises. It was the day of red, white, and blue, the day of my dad's birthday (he's really really reaaaaallllllyyyy old), and all that jazz. For some great family time, we all went to a beach, to celebrate. Now, beaches are a little iffy here in Europe, if you know what I mean. So we usually go to beaches where the only people there are us. To make sure that this happens, we go when it's raining, too cloudy, or just too cold to go anywhere. We went to this beach in particular cause for one, it was just gorgeous with the rocks, two, because it was cloudy and it was dark outside, and three, because my parents wanted to surprise us with a great surprise......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................MY MOM'S HAVING ANOTHER BABY! IT'S GOING TO BE #9!!!
That is one great family! Can't wait to get another added into the picture, maybe photoshop with work. If all else fails, we can just make our house look like that and take a picture by it with everyone there!
Happy fourth of July everyone!
This is the taking down of our tent at a camping site. Everyone else around us had the big campers that the leaders use. Other campers even had potted plants with them. Who brings plants to go camping?!
This is supposed to be part the most nothern part of Spain, and to celebrate the north, we stopped to enjoy the place. This beach is in a town that so small, if you blink, you'll literally miss it. We loved the place because there were a ton of little fishes to stare at in between the rocks.
This is a lake above a Cathedral in Bragas, Portugal. The white freckly and my dad tried racing with the boats, and my amazing dad won. It turns out the white freckly can't row strait. Thankfully, I've never seen him drive, cause he probably can't drive strait either.
Now comes the fourth of July surprises. It was the day of red, white, and blue, the day of my dad's birthday (he's really really reaaaaallllllyyyy old), and all that jazz. For some great family time, we all went to a beach, to celebrate. Now, beaches are a little iffy here in Europe, if you know what I mean. So we usually go to beaches where the only people there are us. To make sure that this happens, we go when it's raining, too cloudy, or just too cold to go anywhere. We went to this beach in particular cause for one, it was just gorgeous with the rocks, two, because it was cloudy and it was dark outside, and three, because my parents wanted to surprise us with a great surprise......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................MY MOM'S HAVING ANOTHER BABY! IT'S GOING TO BE #9!!!
That is one great family! Can't wait to get another added into the picture, maybe photoshop with work. If all else fails, we can just make our house look like that and take a picture by it with everyone there!
Happy fourth of July everyone!
Monday, June 28, 2010
My little brother's birthday was on the 25, so we celebrated by swimming at the community pool. It was loads of fun. I have to say that the best part of the swimming was seeing my white freckly brother avoiding the sun. I kind of feel sorry for him. But then I think about it, and I really don't. I think it's hilarious!
I could say so much about this picture, but I won't cause I think that he reads my blog. After I took this picture, he got the towel next to him and put it on his feet, and he also put his elbow under the towel. You got to admire his uniqueness!
Unlike the freckly one, my other little bro had a lot of fun wearing my sunglasses and taking in the sun.
She didn't fall in, but it sure looks like she was about too. She probably was looking at a bug or something.
Happy birthday buddy!
I could say so much about this picture, but I won't cause I think that he reads my blog. After I took this picture, he got the towel next to him and put it on his feet, and he also put his elbow under the towel. You got to admire his uniqueness!
Unlike the freckly one, my other little bro had a lot of fun wearing my sunglasses and taking in the sun.
She didn't fall in, but it sure looks like she was about too. She probably was looking at a bug or something.
Happy birthday buddy!
Friday, June 25, 2010
deep thought out video
Ok, so my dad sent me this amazing email to something on youtube and if you guys don't think it's amazing, that's totally fine with me! But I think that it's way cool.
Deep thought out video
Deep thought out video
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Life Size Barbies
Hey everyone! I'm finally writing on my blog! It's taken forever to get settled in and get internet access and all that fun stuff. Thankfully, that's all over! I have no idea of what to write, so I'll just write about some of the major things of the week before my adorable family calls me down to do something like getting them a cup of water.
One of the first things that we did was go take some tests. The schools that we're going to want to see how smart we are, so they decided this with a test- in spanish. The first part of the test that a teacher mercilessly handed me was lengua. Lengua is like english class to us, but in spanish. Well, I've never been good at english, you can tell how good I am by all me mistakes on this blog, and I have no idea how I passed Mr T's class. So I obviously won't get any better by doing it in spanish. The second part was math. Thankfully I listened to Mrs. Money, and the questions weren't too bad. the third part of the test is what did me in. it was all about the periodic table and i was supposed to have already memorized all of the chemical bonds and the atomic mass of loads of elements. Me being in Earth Systems, just stared at that page in aw. These people must be maniacs if they think that I've memorized the periodic table. And they must be geniuses if they have! Before the test, the teacher told me and my sister that it was okay if I left a some of them blank. Now that I think about it, I should have just gave it back to her, said "no comprendo." But I think that the teacher would have known something was up. She had eyes that were made to tell what was going on. She'd look at you, and you were at the mercy of the amber eyes, hoping that a hole wouldn't burn through your head.
Yesterday, my sister and I went to go hang out with some of the girls in the ward. They were all really nice, but I don't think that they liked the way that I dressed. Maybe I dressed to mormony for their taste. Because of my bad sense of taste, we went to tons of clothes stores, where they would hand me a bunch of clothes, and literally pushed me into a dressing room. What I don't get is that they didn't bother in trying to change my sisters style. She was able to stand in the back unnoticed while they were making me try all the european styles. I felt like a life size barbie!
Now, I'm listening to my older bro ask if he should go to the pool or not. He doesn't want to get sunburned. He just barely said, "You're one of those people who tans! I'm one of those white frecklies who gets sunburned." Poor guy. He's always afraid that he's going to look like a tomato whenever he goes outside. That's one of the reasons he's so white. I've even heard one of my friends say that "his face looks like porcelin."
luv ya lots!
One of the first things that we did was go take some tests. The schools that we're going to want to see how smart we are, so they decided this with a test- in spanish. The first part of the test that a teacher mercilessly handed me was lengua. Lengua is like english class to us, but in spanish. Well, I've never been good at english, you can tell how good I am by all me mistakes on this blog, and I have no idea how I passed Mr T's class. So I obviously won't get any better by doing it in spanish. The second part was math. Thankfully I listened to Mrs. Money, and the questions weren't too bad. the third part of the test is what did me in. it was all about the periodic table and i was supposed to have already memorized all of the chemical bonds and the atomic mass of loads of elements. Me being in Earth Systems, just stared at that page in aw. These people must be maniacs if they think that I've memorized the periodic table. And they must be geniuses if they have! Before the test, the teacher told me and my sister that it was okay if I left a some of them blank. Now that I think about it, I should have just gave it back to her, said "no comprendo." But I think that the teacher would have known something was up. She had eyes that were made to tell what was going on. She'd look at you, and you were at the mercy of the amber eyes, hoping that a hole wouldn't burn through your head.
Yesterday, my sister and I went to go hang out with some of the girls in the ward. They were all really nice, but I don't think that they liked the way that I dressed. Maybe I dressed to mormony for their taste. Because of my bad sense of taste, we went to tons of clothes stores, where they would hand me a bunch of clothes, and literally pushed me into a dressing room. What I don't get is that they didn't bother in trying to change my sisters style. She was able to stand in the back unnoticed while they were making me try all the european styles. I felt like a life size barbie!
Now, I'm listening to my older bro ask if he should go to the pool or not. He doesn't want to get sunburned. He just barely said, "You're one of those people who tans! I'm one of those white frecklies who gets sunburned." Poor guy. He's always afraid that he's going to look like a tomato whenever he goes outside. That's one of the reasons he's so white. I've even heard one of my friends say that "his face looks like porcelin."
luv ya lots!
Sunday, June 13, 2010
2 more days
Well, this is it! Tomorrow is the last day to get things ready then...We're gone! It's going to be one thrill of a ride getting everything ready in time, I'll probably just pull an all nighter with the older two Monday night. Wow. This is the last post that I'll probably be writing here. That's really weird to think about.... Now I can't stop thinking about the monstrosity of it all! My last post until we get settled in. I think I'm going to cry! I'll try to get the laptop out as soon as I can to update all of you as to how things are going. Hopefully someone is actually looking at this thing. Someone I know that is. And I promise you that I'll be posting loads of pictures. I would be posting pictures on this post, but I can't find my camera. Pray for me you guys! I need that thing before I leave, or I'm busted.
Monday:
Monday wasn't all to special. I organized, dusted, mopped, cleaned bathrooms, made food, ate food, slept, went online, talked, breathed. So it was a pretty normal and hectic day. Oh, and many of the many kids in the house were sick with something, except for my sister and I. So it was our jobs to help the unfortunate souls and pick up what they were sick with. I've never heard or heard such force come out of one of my siblings' mouths. It was like Shrek, when he has the dream about all the babies, but on the kitchen floor. I could say so much more on the nastiness of the subject, but I'll refrain myself.
Tuesday:
Tuesday was a bad day for muah, but it was also the most spiritual day of the week. At first it was like Monday. Dull. Then, after a hearty lunch of McDonald's, I started to feel queasy. Stupid McDonald's. Stupid germs. Stupid siblings for making me pick up after their sick stuff. I was feeling so sick. It was sickening! I fell asleep upon my loving bed; hoping to revive. My sis woke me up at 6:30, asking if I wanted to go to the temple for mutual. Duh! I wanted to go to the temple. It was the last time I would go to mutual and last time I would see the beautiful temple. So I doused my hair and face in water, did my hair in thirty seconds, splashed random makeup on my face, and left the house to go to my leader's house. Still feeling queasy, but thinking that I would survive the night. Once I got to the house of the leader, it hit me. I was not feeling good and I would not make it through the excursion. There was no way. Excusing myself, I went to the bathroom. I had no idea what to do. Kneeling down at the toilet, I prayed. I asked Heavenly Father to help me make it through mutual, then I could be as sick as a dog once I got home. I felt a little better afterwards, but my sister, leader, and even I, thought it was best if I went home. The kind leader drove me home, and I have to say that I felt just fine during the car ride to my house. It was like I wasn't sick at all. I got home, and I had about a minute of feeling fine, then I felt really really really sick. I couldn't even walk because I was so sick. Eventually, I got better, as one can tell (I'm writing about it and all). It was a really cool and spiritual experience.
Wednesday:
Nothing super amazing happened today. I felt better when I woke up and I started cleaning. Nothing much.
Thursday:
After cleaning on this fab day, I decided to call up one of my good friends to go see a movie. We went to the dollar theater (Movies aren't worth more than a dime, so we were really stretching it by paying two dollars) and we watched Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Very cute show. I loved how it portrayed the idea of how lame and pathetic people can get. It reminded me of my older brother. Afterward, we got another dear friend to go get a $7 dollar pie. These two girls and I used to be the best of buds, but it's kind of hard now because our schedules are so different. But we try to hang out. I love the two to death. They are the biggest sweeties in the world. One of them even reads this blog! I love those two!
Friday:
Friday was another cleaning day. Fun, right? It was a super uber spectacular day! The bomb-diggidy-doo-x2! just like the day before. Sally called in the afternoon, asking if I could hang out and later go out to dinner with her and Mally. We first hung out at Sally's house eating popcorn and played boards games, then we went over to Red Robin to eat. It turned, Sally, Mally, and a bunch of other friends were trying to surprise me with a going away party. Sally had been lying to me the whole night when people would call and text her to keep the whole thing a secret. I love you guys so much! I don't think that anyone could ever have such good friends and I feel so lucky to be around such great examples to me. That's the hardest thing about leaving. I'm going to miss all of my friends so much. If only I could fit all of you guys in my suitcase. The dinner was great! even though not everybody could come, we all had a blast! We even convinced the waiter that it was my b-day and he brought over an icecream cake. Sally felt terrible about the lie and wrote a letter to him explaining the what had happened and that hopefully the tip would pay for it. It was hilarious! Thanks you guys! I'm going to miss you so much!
Saturday:
Saturday was the day of my cousins baptism which was nice to go to. Afterwards, aunts and uncles and grandparents came over to empty out our food storage and freezer. Now, there is hardly any food in the house. All that's left is canned peaches and pears.
Sunday:
Sunday is the day that I'm writing this post. I saw Sally and a bunch of other friends while I was waiting to get my temple recommend renewed. The people that are going to live in our house while gone came over after church today. The wife of the couple asked me if I knew a kid that was in her ward. It turns out that they are in Beiber's ward. It's a small world after all!
luv ya lots!
Monday:
Monday wasn't all to special. I organized, dusted, mopped, cleaned bathrooms, made food, ate food, slept, went online, talked, breathed. So it was a pretty normal and hectic day. Oh, and many of the many kids in the house were sick with something, except for my sister and I. So it was our jobs to help the unfortunate souls and pick up what they were sick with. I've never heard or heard such force come out of one of my siblings' mouths. It was like Shrek, when he has the dream about all the babies, but on the kitchen floor. I could say so much more on the nastiness of the subject, but I'll refrain myself.
Tuesday:
Tuesday was a bad day for muah, but it was also the most spiritual day of the week. At first it was like Monday. Dull. Then, after a hearty lunch of McDonald's, I started to feel queasy. Stupid McDonald's. Stupid germs. Stupid siblings for making me pick up after their sick stuff. I was feeling so sick. It was sickening! I fell asleep upon my loving bed; hoping to revive. My sis woke me up at 6:30, asking if I wanted to go to the temple for mutual. Duh! I wanted to go to the temple. It was the last time I would go to mutual and last time I would see the beautiful temple. So I doused my hair and face in water, did my hair in thirty seconds, splashed random makeup on my face, and left the house to go to my leader's house. Still feeling queasy, but thinking that I would survive the night. Once I got to the house of the leader, it hit me. I was not feeling good and I would not make it through the excursion. There was no way. Excusing myself, I went to the bathroom. I had no idea what to do. Kneeling down at the toilet, I prayed. I asked Heavenly Father to help me make it through mutual, then I could be as sick as a dog once I got home. I felt a little better afterwards, but my sister, leader, and even I, thought it was best if I went home. The kind leader drove me home, and I have to say that I felt just fine during the car ride to my house. It was like I wasn't sick at all. I got home, and I had about a minute of feeling fine, then I felt really really really sick. I couldn't even walk because I was so sick. Eventually, I got better, as one can tell (I'm writing about it and all). It was a really cool and spiritual experience.
Wednesday:
Nothing super amazing happened today. I felt better when I woke up and I started cleaning. Nothing much.
Thursday:
After cleaning on this fab day, I decided to call up one of my good friends to go see a movie. We went to the dollar theater (Movies aren't worth more than a dime, so we were really stretching it by paying two dollars) and we watched Diary of a Wimpy Kid. Very cute show. I loved how it portrayed the idea of how lame and pathetic people can get. It reminded me of my older brother. Afterward, we got another dear friend to go get a $7 dollar pie. These two girls and I used to be the best of buds, but it's kind of hard now because our schedules are so different. But we try to hang out. I love the two to death. They are the biggest sweeties in the world. One of them even reads this blog! I love those two!
Friday:
Friday was another cleaning day. Fun, right? It was a super uber spectacular day! The bomb-diggidy-doo-x2! just like the day before. Sally called in the afternoon, asking if I could hang out and later go out to dinner with her and Mally. We first hung out at Sally's house eating popcorn and played boards games, then we went over to Red Robin to eat. It turned, Sally, Mally, and a bunch of other friends were trying to surprise me with a going away party. Sally had been lying to me the whole night when people would call and text her to keep the whole thing a secret. I love you guys so much! I don't think that anyone could ever have such good friends and I feel so lucky to be around such great examples to me. That's the hardest thing about leaving. I'm going to miss all of my friends so much. If only I could fit all of you guys in my suitcase. The dinner was great! even though not everybody could come, we all had a blast! We even convinced the waiter that it was my b-day and he brought over an icecream cake. Sally felt terrible about the lie and wrote a letter to him explaining the what had happened and that hopefully the tip would pay for it. It was hilarious! Thanks you guys! I'm going to miss you so much!
Saturday:
Saturday was the day of my cousins baptism which was nice to go to. Afterwards, aunts and uncles and grandparents came over to empty out our food storage and freezer. Now, there is hardly any food in the house. All that's left is canned peaches and pears.
Sunday:
Sunday is the day that I'm writing this post. I saw Sally and a bunch of other friends while I was waiting to get my temple recommend renewed. The people that are going to live in our house while gone came over after church today. The wife of the couple asked me if I knew a kid that was in her ward. It turns out that they are in Beiber's ward. It's a small world after all!
luv ya lots!
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