Things I miss

Singing with my soul and having people hear me with their soul--and sometimes sing with me. Brother Brower and Collegiate Singers.

Slow dancing with someone I love.

Playing the piano.

Sleeping in.

Laughing til I fall down.

Writing poetry.

The sun.

Speaking Portuguese. Actually, Brazilians in general.

Seminar with Sister Morgan. Blood essays.

Past roommates from BYU-Idaho and Provo.

Acting silly and having it be safe and ok.

My little red Ford Festiva.

Campus Plaza pool.

What do you miss?

Sing the blues

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0nUFgqSGus
Lady
Regina Spektor

Lady sing the blues so well
As if she mean it, as if it's hell down here
In the smoke-filled world where the jokes are cold
They don't laugh at jokes, they laugh at tragedies

Corner street societies
But they believe her, they never leave her
While she sings she makes them feel things

She says, I can sing this song so blue
That you will cry in spite of you
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder

And I have walked these streets so long
There ain't nothing right, there ain't nothing wrong
But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder

Lady lights a cigarette, puffs away, no regret
Takes a look around, no regrets, no regrets
Stretches out like branches of a poplar tree
She says, I'm free, sings so soft as if she'll break

Says, I can sing this song so blue
That you will cry in spite of you
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder

I have walked these streets so long
There ain't nothing right, nothing wrong
But the little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on your baby's shoulder

But on this stage I've learned to fly
Learned to sing and learned to cry
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder

Now it's time to say goodbye
Some might laugh but I will surely cry
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder
Little wet tears on my baby's shoulder

Lady lights a cigarette, puffs away, and winter comes
And she forgets

Anne Hathoway

So I kept noticing people changing their profile pics on facebook to celebrities they supposedly looked like. I thought, "How vain for someone to do that. Even if it's true, there's no need." THEN I realized EVERYONE was doing it and good friends of mine were writing on my wall telling me to do it too. How fun, I thought! Everyone tells me I look like Anne Hathoway so I found some good pictures. Ha. The things I find to keep me sane between work, school, and life in general...

I found the best lotion in the universe.

I have been around the block with lotion--I think I've tried close to all of them. But I have finally found my absolute favorite. When I wear it, I feel like a rich woman, like it's the most expensive, lush, and beautiful extra benefit in my life. I keep it at work and I seriously look forward to putting it on like I look forward to eating a warm, homemade chocolate chip cookie. I. Love. It. And with all life-changing things in my life--the Gospel of Jesus Christ, love...just to name a few--I share this lotion with you, even if it is just a picture.

Manager at Albertson's

I was minding my own business at Albertson's a few nights ago when this shorter, very peppy lady with brown hair came up to me and questioned, "Have you ever considered being a manager of Albertson's?"
"Um, actually..."
She didn't even give me time to answer before she continued, "Well, I have a good feeling about you! How would you like to interview on Wednesday at 6:00 pm?"
Wow, I'm going to school for my dream job and I'm perfectly happy. I don't think I want to manage Albertson's. But she sounded so convincing. And I've never managed a supermarket before. And why did she pick me? Was I really so stunning in the aisle 5 by the marsh-mellows that she deducted I could run a store?? This was truly a moment. Why not interview, I thought. I almost felt flattered at her request. So I agreed and the next day I showed up at the interview, which turned out to be a runway audition (Did I mention I was dreaming? This didn't really happen to me). So when it came to be my turn, I flung my purse to the side, strutted down the aisle and was received by cheers and approving smiles and clapping. Before I could even turn to walk back up the runway, they were begging me to be the manager. "Really?" I said, "Well...I guess I could make time...somewhere in there." And with a sniff and a tear, I accepted my 5,000 roses, all for a manager's position at Albertson's.

Waiting

Have you ever lost something, or not been able to find something you felt was VERY important? It's one of the worst feelings in the world.

Around five months ago I lost my passport. My precious passport with a picture of my 21-year-old self with evidence of my two trips to Brazil--the first for my mission, the second for the choir tour I took with BYU-Idaho Collegiate Singers. I needed my passport to get a certain scholarship for school, so I tore my room apart looking for it. I couldn't sleep thinking about it. I skipped a few hours of work the next morning after my frantic search and finally called Colin, my friend, to ask for a blessing. I just knew I didn't leave the house with it since I last saw it. WHERE COULD IT BE??!! Colin gave me a great blessing and promised me that I would find my passport, though it wouldn't be in the time frame that I desired, but that I needed to be patient and wait. Ok, well, I could do that.

Months have gone by and I have wondered, "I haven't found it. Did the Lord forget me? Did I do something wrong to not deserve to find it? What. If. I. Don't. Find. It??"

A few nights ago I got home at around 9:30 pm after a long day of work and class to find a purple folder on my bed that I had never seen before. As soon as I saw it, I thought, "What if my passport is in there?" And it was. My roommate found it in a pile of books in the living room, randomly. Tears. Relief. Smiles. Jumping.

I felt so guilty for doubting the Lord. Where was my faith? I felt, at the same time, so grateful to Him for blessing me anyway, despite the doubt I had felt.

Then, of course, I related this experience to so many other doubts in my life, and I experienced a unique form of hope. I had no control over finding my passport. It literally appeared out of no where when I least expected it. Heavenly Father knew where it was and I just had to wait. Waiting can be hard, but it must just be a part of the plan.

I want to remember this.

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