A day to give thanks

I like food. Thus, I love the holiday that surrounds all things food that we call Thanksgiving. This year I didn't go home. This will be my first year not experiencing Thanksgiving with my family, and I'm having to tell myself that it's ok. Work makes life difficult. At least I have Brittani to be with, and her family to eat with. I'm just going to miss the famous Johnson Family frozen fruit salads being offered to me every second, and giving in every time. Or seeing those crazy people I call family. 

On the bright side,

I have so much to be grateful for. And instead of me listing them off, just know that I'm grateful for most things. Especially my ward family.

How cute are we?

Happy Thanksgiving ya'll. 

Go eat some turkey and pumpkin pie.

Fall Break

College is a wonderful thing because laying on the floor and couches until two in the morning is found acceptable--that is, if it's fall break, and guess what--it is.

Last night we sat around doing absolutely nothing, and it was wonderful. We talked, we laughed, we sat contently and there is nothing I would have rather been doing. This morning we slept in, then made waffles while watching The Incredibles. It's nice not having any cares. I wish it was always fall break.

Today my second family, the Evans, are coming down to visit for fall break, and I could not be any more ecstatic. Since I'm not going home, it only makes sense that people are coming to visit me. We plan on being absolutely hilarious, and I'm sure we will all have six packs by the end of this week.

The only downer to this weekend is that I have to work. Stupid work. I wish I had a money tree right about now. I mean work isn't that bad; it's just having to wake up early to get there that really stresses me out. 

I miss my sunbeams. I miss little kids. Anytime I see a baby, or small child, I just want to play with them all day. And sometimes I feel like a pedophile. It's fine really. 

My mom just visited me, or should I say switched me cars, and embarrassed the crap out of me. Isn't that what mom's are for? Good thing I love her. 

Pine Valley

This post is long overdue since it was a couple of weeks ago since this happened, but I went half camping to Pine Valley with a couple of friends. And when I say half camping, I mean I didn't sleep in the wilderness overnight because it felt like December. 

We had a campfire next to the river, and it was oh so beautiful.

 

Then after awhile, we see Tanner walk around the corner with a rabbit in hand.

He was proud, and so was everyone else.

Then to spare you all the details, we cooked the rabbit and ate it

...like thugs.

It was a fun little campout. 

Songs from the heart

Nights in St. George are my favorite things. Nothing beats sitting on my porch while singing and playing the guitar with friends. Brittani and I try to harmonize, and sometimes we succeed, and then we give each other fist bumps. Peace comes through music. It's relaxing and gives me peace of mind. 

For once in my life I actually want to perform in church. I want to find a song that is literally music to the ears, and bear my testimony through song. I'm surrounded with amazing voices, and I want for us to share our talents. We'll see if I still feel that way in a couple weeks. 

I've found a butt load of songs lately that I am in love with, and I play them on repeat constantly. I'm sure I'll start to get sick of them soon though. 

I miss choir. I miss my director jumping up and down when all the notes finally came together to create a masterpiece. I miss being able to hit the high notes. I miss singing my favorite choir songs. I miss feeling of accomplishment when given a solo. I miss looking over into the men's section and seeing that one boy. I miss using my voice for good.

I wish I could just pick up an instrument and play. I wish I was more willing to practice and learn.

I can't wait for the day where I can sing in a choir of angels.

Tidbits

We've passed the one month mark ladies and gentlemen. How time flies. I'm happy to say that the past month has been an adventurous one. Things are slowly, but surely, falling into place. I just finished my second week at my new work, and I'm already attached to half the people I work with. Old people just say the darndest things. 

On my one month mark, I spoke in sacrament meeting. Nothing says "welcome" like speaking in front of a bunch of people you don't know. Actually it was a huge blessing because people got to know my name, and now talk to me. Hooray for making new friends. My ward is quite the neat one. I think I'll keep them. 

My friend Jenessa and I have been trying to hang out as much as possible before she leaves on her mission in two weeks. We met at EFY two years ago, and finally live in the same city so we can hang out. It's definitely a bitter-sweet experience. We are becoming so close just to part ways again. At least I'll be turning her over to the Lord's hands. 

I've lived a good life. I've lived a hard life. To put it simply, I've lived a life--

Just a thought. 

College is weird. It's full of hours and hours of studying just to be given more things to study for hours upon hours. I took my first psychology exam, and I am more than pleased to announce that I got a 90%. I also took my first Communications test the same day, and although I do not know the score I got, I'm pretty sure I rocked it. 

I've had my first sickness while being a college student. The cold seems to great me more than the average human, but with a few rub downs of some doTERRA oils, and a uber vitamin packed smoothy, I am healed. Thank the oil gods. 

The BYU vs. Utah game is on tonight. Wait you didn't know that? Pretty sure everyone and their met chameleon knew that. Maybe if I understood football I'd watch it.

I can't wait for fall. But with fall comes my vibrant colored mountains--that I can't see. 

picture on pictures

I've always wanted to do a photo wall, and guess what

I finally did one.

Before/////After

Brittani also made a photo wall. I got the before picture, but forgot to take the after picture. Such a bad roommate I know. 

So basically to do this nifty little craft, I gathered a bunch of my favorite photos, uploaded them and ordered them to print. One hour later I had them in my possession and used some sticky tac to stick them up on my wall. And there you go.

Viola!

Also look at this adorable quote and frame my Young Women's leader gave me before I headed down here to college. Such a great addition to my room. I just love it. 

Life in apartment number 6

Life in apartment #6 can be quite the loud one.

We laugh at anything and everything.

Music is playing non-stop.

We watch movies all the time.

We go on snow cone runs.

We say random things, 

and end up putting them on our quote wall. 

And we all love each other.

We have the best view from our front porch, and have front row seats for all the amazing sunsets here in sunny St. George.

 Today we gained a new roommate. Thanks Pops. 

Brittani and I attempted to make our first home cooked meal: chicken fettuccine alfredo with broccoli and french bread that may, or may not, have burned. And well it tasted good, but the spaghetti and sauce were very globby. 

Things sure are nice here in apartment number