tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54417425467323409112024-02-19T16:09:24.166-08:00Christy MarieChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11585650840526000374noreply@blogger.comBlogger92125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441742546732340911.post-55748841843224046872019-04-15T10:01:00.003-07:002019-11-03T09:50:49.414-08:0030 before 30<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strike>Get Scuba Certified</strike></span></li>
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<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Say "Yes" Day</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Learn to Make Homemade Bread</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strike>One Fun Concert</strike></span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Dance Lessons</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Carve Family Initials in a Tree</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strike>Learn to Make Family Movies</strike></span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strike>Bear Testimony</strike></span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strike>DIY project for House</strike></span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Start Family Traditions</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">Book/Blog for Seminary Stuff</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strike>Celebrate Lance's First Birthday</strike></span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;"><strike>30 Day Social Media Fast</strike></span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">30 Random Acts of Kindness</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">30 Sunrises & Sunsets</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">30 New Friends</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">30 Hours Researching Ancestors</span></li>
<li style="text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: large;">30 Dates with Creed </span></li>
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Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11585650840526000374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441742546732340911.post-39706108402526558902019-03-10T23:15:00.000-07:002019-03-10T23:15:37.611-07:00#mombod<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
This past December I asked Creed to enter me into this fitness program as a Christmas gift. It was pretty pricey but it included a mealplan, daily workouts, an online trainer....annnnnd motivation! One participant would be chosen to receive a FREE TRIP TO THAILAND, based on their before and after photos. I was pumped. and as diligent as I could be these past 8 weeks. </div>
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Dragging Lance to get babysat somewhere for an hour every day so I could hit the gym, eating lots of greek yogurt and egg whites, and other gross health food...learning how to count macros and tracking everything with a fitness app...</div>
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The results are finally in! And while I may not win the free trip, I can totally fit into my pre-pregnancy pants again. #WINNING (this whole program has basically paid for itself right there ;) Pregnancy and child birth really do a number on ya. But I would take that mombod pictured on the left over life without Lance ANY DAY OF THE WEEK. </div>
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I'm proud and so so grateful for what my body can do. </div>
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I wanted to share my 'win' but social media was too intimidating. So I'll share it here on the blog where probably only my mom will see it :) Maybe some day I will be horrified that I put these pictures up on the internet, but right now in this moment, I'm just feeling like tooting my own horn. </div>
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*air fives mom*</div>
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<br />Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11585650840526000374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441742546732340911.post-60899462575765431712018-11-15T15:28:00.001-08:002018-11-22T13:29:58.155-08:00Adjusting to Motherhood<br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Lance arrived and made us a family a little over 7 weeks
ago! He is the absolute best. Maybe someday I will write up a post about his
birthday--truly one of the best days I've ever lived. But for now, I wanna try
and tackle the question that's been asked me more than any other this past
month and half: </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><b>"How are you adjusting to motherhood?"<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";"><b><span style="margin: 0px;"><br /></span></b></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">It comes in various forms,<span style="margin: 0px;">
</span>"Are you surviving? Hanging in there? You sleeping at all?
etc" but they're all getting at the same thing, and I've found it's
actually pretty tricky to try and put the last month and a half into words. I guess
proper etiquette is just to laugh and nod knowingly--but for anyone who cares
to <i>really</i> know, what I <i>really</i> think and feel about becoming a mom...here it is:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">First off, I am equal parts <b>amazed</b> and <b>weirded</b> <b>out</b> by what
my body can do. From the whole pregnancy, to the labor & delivery, to
breastfeeding...I've lived 28 years in this body and all that time had no idea
what it was capable of! It's nuts. And sometimes gross. And sometimes just<span style="margin: 0px;"> </span>awe inspiring. It's a testament to me of an
all-knowing, all-powerful Creator. A little perfect human grew inside me and
now lives and breathes and owns my heart. My body instinctively produces what
he needs. After the 9 months of stretching and changing to accommodate this
little dude and then the trauma of delivery--my body felt so foreign to me. But
it knows how to repair itself! It's been incredible to witness. </span><span style="font-family: "calibri"; font-size: x-small;">(And a little
exhausting.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The sleep deprivation is no joke. Its really been taking my
emotions for a ride. Or possibly its the fluctuating hormones? Either way, I
cry almost everyday now--but also have moments of pure joy and elation unlike
anything I've ever experienced. Like an awesome, terrible rollercoaster. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">Getting to know this sweet little spirit is so FUN. There's
a new development or discovery every day. I was freaking out to Creed the first
time he really locked eyes with me, I was seriously on cloud nine. And <i>then</i> he
smiled! Then a <i>real</i> smile!! Then he GIGGLED!!! Every little new noise he makes
is <b>literally</b> the cutest thing I've ever heard. Even burping and farting is
weirdly cute sometimes--its a spell babies put you under I guess. The point is
every day there's <i>something</i>, he's growing and changing so fast I feel like I
can't look away or even blink cause I don't wanna miss anything! I've heard
parents say that before--totalllyyy get it now.</span></div>
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describe. So, I guess I won't. There are moments that are hard learning to parent together--and I know we are just at the beginning end of those--but there is no one in the world I'd rather be doing this with. Creed is everything good and sweet, and Lance is so lucky.</span></li>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">The change of pace has been a little jarring for me. Life
has slowed wayyyy down and I'm super less "productive" but, I'm
trying to be okay with that and just appreciate this season for what it is.
Also, I watched 5 seasons of The Office in 2 months. So, yikes. I'm not sure what's gonna happen when my maternity leave is up. I miss seminary, but don't know how I could ever leave this little butterball now....? </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">With all this extra time to think and a million new things
to worry about I sometimes get a little anxious. I've been reading through a
book of our friends' parenting advice that Creed made me for my first mother's
day--As I think about raising this guy and trying to get it right, it's a
little daunting! This is from one of my favorite entries, and it fills me with
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">"<i>So much of parenting is trying to strike a balance between so many
paradoxes; love & discipline, gentleness & tough love, joy &
frustration, honoring agency & trying to control every outcome. It is not
easy. Anyone who says it is either has not done it, or has not done it well.
You will screw this up every day and in every way, yet you were still given the
responsibility. Remember they are not YOUR children, they came from above and
they will return there. You are simply a steward. A flawed, imperfect, and
perfect steward."</i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "calibri";">My heart is so full of gratitude that Heavenly Father has entrusted
me with this sacred stewardship. What a beautiful, beautiful blessing it is to
be a mom!!! Still got a lot of growing into it to do--but man, am I feeling
extra grateful this thanksgiving season.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">As I sit in my empty office and try to make use of these
final few hours of the school year--I've been doing some reflecting on the last
4 years at Timpview. What a whirlwind it's been! I came down here a wide-eyed,
wandering, single 24 year old---and yesterday, after I bounded up the seminary
stairs to sit down in my office, I felt my future son kick inside my stomach
for the first time. I'm a puddle of gratitude and wonder at what the Lord's
done with my life. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The end of the school-year is always really, really hard.
The kids are <b>done</b>, and the teachers are <b>done</b> and we try to just claw our way
through the month of May for the most part. This year was no different. It was
fun for me to read back through my teaching journal and consider my journey. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">Throughout the course of my career I have felt:</span><br />
<ul><span style="font-size: small;">
<li>Underqualified</li>
<li>Exhausted</li>
<li>Elated</li>
<li>Devastated</li>
<li>Grateful</li>
<li>Exhausted <b>again</b></li>
<li>Encouraged</li>
<li>Awestruck</li>
<li>Desperate</li>
<li>Overwhelmed</li>
<li>Discouraged</li>
<li>Embarrassed</li>
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<li><span style="font-size: small;">A constant yearning, reaching....begging! for heaven's help</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">A chance to reflect deeply and often about my relationship with my Savior</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">A pure love for my fellow disciples and pride & joy in their goodness and faith</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Days that made me doubt any progress I had ever made</span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Moments of hopelessness and defeat that were especially crippling because I felt I had really given it my all</span></li>
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Here's an excerpt from my actual journal:</div>
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Teaching feels
like my calling in life—deep in my bones, it is such an integral part of who I
am. I am passionate about teaching and learning and I feel closest to heaven in
a learning environment. I love the opportunity to ponder the gospel of Jesus
Christ deeply and often. This chance to study the scriptures with such intent
has been a life-changing blessing that I will take with me wherever I go.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I love being able to testify about things I
believe so regularly. I cherish the thank you notes from my students and when
they let me know I’ve helped them on their journey and with their testimonies.
It brings me a sense of pride to know that I’ve made it in a fairly competitive
field...<br />
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>But as I look back
through a lot of my posts, I have really, really struggled in a lot of ways. I
truly believe I am a natural teacher, but the past couple of years feel like
they chewed me up and spit me out. I was always so discouraged and unsure of
myself. I was constantly seeking validation and not able to find it. I was
POURING myself into these lessons and always feeling like I was coming up
short. I was discouraged and depressed. I felt like I constantly had to take my
work home and continue working on lessons. I wasn’t enjoying the kids as much
or my faculty. I felt like I was studying the scriptures for OTHERS but never
had time to ponder and reflect and grow myself. I felt like over time “in the
system” I lost my own personality and flair and was just cranking out lessons
the way I was told in the manual.<br />
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I know this is a
great and important work (the Lord’s work even!) but I feel completely
replaceable. I have always known this would be temporary and that I would
eventually stay home and be a mom. I’ve always thought to myself, what better
preparation for motherhood? But maybe I’ve learned what I needed to learn from
seminary and should go explore a new frontier? Maybe there are other things I
could learn in the world of business and I can take the good with me.. </div>
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<u><b>5/23/2018 (One year later)</b></u><br />
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I feel
like I need to quit at the end of every schoolyear. I feel chewed up, spit out,
unappreciated and trampled on. I feel absolutely hopeless and discouraged. I
really do feel like my heart is in the right place, and I am pretty diligent in
my preparation, but I can NOT recognize the promised blessings in my teaching.
I look out at all my classes---at the students totally immersed in their phones
or their homework, or just blatantly sleeping through every class period and I
wonder why I even try?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How can I stand
up and promise them all these blessings when I can’t see them in my own
life?<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Why can’t I? What am I doing
wrong? I don’t know how some of these men I work with do this for 20-30 years.
It is brutal and I don’t know if I have the nerves or the stomach for it.<br />
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<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I just feel like
this is taking too much out of me and the upside is SO hard to discern…Maybe this is just
the work of a disciple? Maybe I just need to dig deep in my heart and be
willing to prune in the vineyard WHEREVER the Lord needs me, however
unappreciated and defeated I might feel---maybe this is just what He needs from
me? If that’s the case I am no quitter. For Him, I am willing to do <i>whatever</i> is
required. As long as I KNOW that’s where he wants me to be. How can I be sure
of that? </div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I always thought
this job would prepare me for motherhood---but its doing it in a different way
than I expected. I thought I was just filling my pockets with scripture
knowledge to skillfully bestow upon my children in future ensign-worthy FHE
lessons….(insert eyeroll here) but 4 years later I feel like my biggest
takeaways are: </span></div>
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</span><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "symbol"; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span>Learning to really rely on the Lord’s grace and
really trust Him, through some hard, hard days.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "symbol"; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "symbol"; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span>Learning that He sanctifies our most difficult
days, and good things are happening even when we don't recognize it. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "symbol"; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;"><br /></span></span></span>
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "symbol"; mso-bidi-font-family: Symbol; mso-fareast-font-family: Symbol;"><span style="mso-list: Ignore;">·<span style="font-family: "times new roman"; font-stretch: normal; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal;"> </span></span></span>If I just try to be obedient whatever
the cost, even (and especially) when its not easy, then I can bank on the Lord's promises.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-size: medium; mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="font-size: medium;">I'm grateful for
those lessons, despite the swamp my heart had to wade through to get there.
Grateful for this seminary journey and the way it's prepared me to be this
little guy's mom. I know I needed this deeper understanding of God's grace
before I could tackle this most important calling in life.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: medium;">Fingers crossed as we
head towards motherhood.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">About 11 more weeks
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<br />Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11585650840526000374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441742546732340911.post-72426972855621187382016-01-28T13:51:00.000-08:002017-03-03T23:41:25.345-08:00Finally. I'm so grateful for this little record to remember exactly what it felt like to be at various stages of my life. The last post was really kind of at a low and as I read over it again I can remember exactly what it felt like to be so discouraged--March 2nd. But, the end of that <i>same </i>month--March 28th--I went on my last, first date, and met the man I'd soon marry. Funny how life goes..<br />
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Falling in love with him was so easy and it happened so quickly. I fell in love with his smile on the doorstep.We skipped our date to just keep talking in the parking lot for hours, and I knew he could be my best friend. I fell in love with his family and their history. Over a few months our lives just sort of melted together and I started to sense how truly <i>special</i> a person he was. I fell in love with him dancing at his brothers wedding and taking naps after church. Hard to pinpoint exactly when...But when I found out he loved me, too, it felt like fireworks. <b> </b><br />
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<b> </b>I knew from a decade of watching friends date and marry that falling in love is one thing, but it's still a scary thing deciding to 'take the plunge' and I braced myself for a rough road ahead 'deciding'...(never really been my strong point in life..) <br />
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Surprisingly, it turned out to be one of the easiest things I've done. I sat in a quiet, holy place one day and searched my heart, and spoke to God. I came to understand, in a way that is pretty indescribable, that my mind lagged behind what I already <i>knew </i>in my heart. So I hesitantly decided to let that lead... What a blur since then.<br />
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Creed and I were engaged on September 5th in San Francisco, and married on December 12th in the Mount Timpanogos Temple.<br />
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I love him desperately and being married to my best friend is the sweetest thing I've experienced so far in life. Never even knew my heart was capable of feeling so much and so deeply. Elder Holland said that "To give ourselves so totally to another person is the most trusting and perhaps <i>the most fateful step we take in life</i>" I was so worried about mistepping at such a critical crossroads--But God has been so good to me and I'm humbled at just how much He was actually guiding me though I had no idea at the time. Just, hallelujah. The decade of dating is finally at a close. Hallelujah!!<br />
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Since the missionary, these were two of the most meaningful relationships I've had. My relationships lately haven't been even close to the same level. I grew to love each of these guys so much. And honestly, my initial reaction to hearing their news was joy :) Truly, I'm happy for these people I love--I want the world for them. But if I'm honest, a close second to that surprise, excitement, and joy was a pit in my stomach that was a mix of jealousy, loss, and discouragement.</div>
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After some brief pleasantries, Bro. H got straight to the point and asked me what my feelings were about teaching another semester...then he surprised me by asking me about how willing I was to relocate if that was needed. I was teaching 5 psychology classes at Roy and that would be impossible for me, so I was really confused. But I stammered out something and he upbruptly ended our conversation and said he'd call back in a few minutes. I thought for sure I blew it and was about to get cut...</div>
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About 30 minutes later, after one of the most unexpected conversations of my life. I dropped my phone and danced down the stairs to tell my parents the news, that I had just been offered a FULL-TIME seminary position that started at the semester change(!!!) I called my best friend and then my boyfriend...and everyone seemed just as blindsided as me. I had 24 hours to make a decision so that meant quitting my current job that afternoon. I sat in my drive way and called my assistant principal at Roy--and I was shaking like a leaf through <i>that</i> entire conversation but he was so kind about it.</div>
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Before I went to the temple I was writing in my journal about how I had anticipated this day for <b>years</b>. This day would be a culmination of all the choices I have made in my life up until this point and I was<b> so excited</b> for this experience.<br>
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After the ceremony as I sat in the celestial room with my parents--my dad helped me realize I have been waiting much, MUCH longer than 24 years for this day to come. This day was eternally significant for me. It's very possible that I have looked forward to this day for maybe <i><b>eons </b></i>of time.<br>
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As I sat in the ordinance room and the session started I was GIDDY to finally be there and finally be witnessing the things I had only heard/speculated/dreamed about up until this point in my life. I was eager to pick up on all these new profound/earth-shattering insights and my mind was racing the entire time. So much so, that I kind of missed the bigger picture because I was so focused in on the details... </div>
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When we got to the end of the session I had trouble trying to put everything that had just happened in context with everything else I know about the Gospel of Jesus Christ. For example, on my baptismal day--I knew exactly what I was doing and why I was doing it. I needed to be baptized to enter the gate back to eternal life with my Father in Heaven. I needed to be baptized so I could be cleansed from my sins and become a member of the Lord's church. With my baptismal covenant I had a clear idea of the cause-and-effect relationship of what I was doing and how it fit into my framework of the gospel, and I understood. </div>
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With baptism, I understood exactly how and why it was crucial--But at the end of my first session in the temple I wasn't connecting the dots at all. How had what I'd just done affected my eternal progression and why? Where was the Savior in all I had just done? In everything I had read and studied leading up to this day in the temple I knew that what I had just done was MONUMENTAL in my life...but sitting in the Celestial Room after I didn't really understand <i>why</i>. I felt disappointed that I didn't understand--disappointed that I didn't feel and experience what I thought I would feel and experience. Had I not prepared well enough? It was a whirlwind of information and ceremony and symbolism and I was just desperately trying to get my bearings. Honestly, with so much build up leading up to it, I felt kind of heartbroken at the disappointment. </div>
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That statement from President Packer helped put my heart at ease. I am excited to return to learn. I am excited for a lifetime of learning. I think it's true that for some people, their first time in the temple is an earth-shattering, mind blowing, life-altering experience. But as I look back on my life and try to identify patterns of gospel learning--that's never how it's been for me. I learn line upon line, precept upon precept...so it is with the temple. As I'm patient/faithful and return again and again, those earth-shattering, life-altering moments will come, right? The best moments in my life have been moments in the Spirit, and I'm excited for more to come inside the Lord's House.</div>
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So one day at school, I decided to text him, and I asked if maybe he could help me get a job for the company he worked for. Just for the summer, so I could go on races on the weekends.. (semi-stalkerish?) I wasn't really expecting anything but I just thought it would be so good for us to be around each other NOT dating, but just working together and being friends. He didn't seem that weirded out--totally got me the job, and that's when I started my brief stint with <b>The Color Run.</b></div>
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And then we went out a few more times, and then I found myself having the funnest time getting to know him and his family. I was surprised by how much he grew on me as the summer went on...He took me to his Cabin over labor day and I kinda fell in <b>love </b>with his whole family. I am such a sucker for people's families.. gets me every time. His mom and sisters were just SO sweet though. And his Dad kept calling me 'sis!' <b>WHAT WAS I EVEN SUPPOSED TO DO</b>!? I was smitten. </div>
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Not long after my last post--Nicole and her friend Shayla threw this Murder Mystery party. We went all out and it was hilarious. Grateful for this happy memory. (Not a real cigarette...)</div>
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Later that month while I was reffing intramurals I watched my best friend get his leg snapped in half. This picture is from when he was in the hospital. This is kinda when I realized how much <b>I loved him</b>. (ie. He couldn't get out of bed to use the bathroom because of his leg, so someone had to empty his pee container for him.... EW. If that's not true love, I honestly don't know what is) But seriously, this is a special memory for me..</div>
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At the end of that year, my best friend married her dream guy. I was giddy for her. She's been there for me since Junior year of high school and I'm just so grateful to 'do life' with her, because she makes it so much better. She's the greatest friend in the world and this was a happy day. </div>
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Later that month we lost Maria Fernanda to a car accident--it was (and still is) so hard to watch a family I love lose their little girl and big sister. My heart broke. But this picture from the funeral helped fill it a little..This is her youngest brother Alex watching his white balloon float up to his sister in heaven. </div>
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April of that year I turned 23, it was pretty low key--just dinner with the fam and the next day my parents left for Peru to go pick up Doug!</div>
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In May I <i>finally </i>graduated. There were a couple times throughout my college career that I seriously doubted this would ever happen. So, <b><i>Hallelujah </i></b>for this day :)</div>
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That summer I left for Tennessee again, only <b><i>this time</i></b>, this handsome guy came with..</div>
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It was kind of a weird summer--I was disappointed by how different it was from the previous one, and plus, Doug was being a post-mission <u>weirdo.</u>..But there were still PLENTY of great memories, especially thanks to Bieber, Whit, Bear the dog, annnnd Doug was fun sometimes too ;)</div>
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A miracle occurred before we left and I had a real, grown up job waiting for me with Weber School District when we got home that fall. My mentor teacher from student teaching left--so they were looking for someone to fill her spot at Roy High. I can't lie. The first year teaching kiiinda <b>sucks</b>. It's <i>super </i>stressful and made me wanna re-think alll my life's choices up to that point. But, it had it's fun moments...my dad helped me make a ping-pong table for my Sports Psychology class and the picture below that is the struggle of being a young, new, single teacher---PROMISE you won't ever see me in the news for some scandal with a student though guys. Yikes. </div>
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Mine and my family's lives were changed forever. Seriously, since this moment, our entire world revolves around her. Addison is the best thing that's ever happened. This picture is from when Addi and I met for the first time:</div>
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So there ya go, the rest of the year was pretty much me trying to survive/ get acclimated to teaching. Not as many fun pictures of that..it really wasn't all that fun becoming a grown up...</div>
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Me: Hey I'm Christy...what's your name?<br />
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Him: McKay<br />
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Me: you look super familiar...? Have we met?<br />
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Him: Uhhh we've kissed..<br />
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Me: What. No. .....seriously? **horrified silence as it registered that he was in fact, serious**<br />
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Annnnnnd just like that I've reached slut status. Spin the bottle at Summer's valentines party. Totallllly forgot.<br />
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Awkward.<br />
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Ps. This little occurance inspired a whole blog of low points. Check it out. Lowandlowerpoint.blogspot.comChristyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11585650840526000374noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441742546732340911.post-69567630628244038282012-07-10T20:33:00.002-07:002012-07-11T13:57:44.346-07:00A Few Things That Happened Today..I had a 14 hour day in the office.<br />
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Woke up at dark-thirty--into work by<i> 6:30 am.</i><br />
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I ordered in a delicious breakfast from Sandra & Trish's up the road... Blueberry/Chocolate Chip Pancakes that would blow. your. mind.<br />
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I spent a good portion of the morning just drawing pictures on a whiteboard I found under the desk.<br />
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You could say it was a ''slow'' day in the barn.<br />
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Dave brought in his ukulele so I wrote a song about safety waivers.<br />
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I drove the polaris up the mountain. Told the same old joke about how I just recently got my license back..Got super muddy. Love that.<br />
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Went to the store for snacks....maybe that happened a couple times too many today. :/<br />
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What to blog about this boy...<br />
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We met at bear lake. We talked all night under a star speckled sky and knew instantly we would be great friends..<br />
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Well.<br />
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He knew instantly.<br />
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I thought he was kind of shallow and a total bro.<br />
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He was all about the full court press.<br />
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I eventually caved to his adorable persistence..<br />
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I'm SO glad I did.<br />
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I didn't give him <i>near </i>enough credit upon first impression..<br />
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He changed me and made me better, so grateful for the experiences we shared together.<br />
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But.<br />
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In the end, he just wasn't 'my one'<br />
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Miracle happened. That ''friend'' I shamelessly stalked--asked me out the other day in the library. Could. not. believe.it. I was seriously shocked.<br />
and THRILLED.<br />
We went out for sushi and went to a kareoke thing after that.. (I hate sushi, butttt I was not about to miss this date for the world so...)<br />
<span style="background-color: white;">He was dreamy. I'm really excited to get to know him, he just seems like the kind of person I want to be around..</span><span style="background-color: white;">I can't even think of any good reason of why I feel so drawn to him.</span><br />
Just am.<br />
<span style="background-color: white;">There were little quirky moments of course, and it felt first-datey-ish at times...but he's cute and I like how he makes me feel a little nervous. Maaaaybe I shouldn't have admitted to stalking him though :/</span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>February 7<span style="font-size: x-small;">th </span></b></span><br />
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Went to a Climb Works meeting to learn about what they do all summer.<br />
Desperately want to go with but wonder if it will be too forward....? I mean he doesn't seem that interested, and I am rapidly approaching legit stalker status.<br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>March 7<span style="font-size: x-small;">th</span> </b></span><br />
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Applied. Interviewed.<br />
Waiting to hear back about working in Tennessee with these guys all summer.<br />
Unfortunately me and crepe boy have ceased almost all communication. But seriously...this job sounds so awesome that I wanna go regardless of how awkward it could potentially be for a bit.<br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>June 19th</b></span><br />
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Got the job. Drove across the country. Been living out here in Tennessee about 3 weeks now. When I was pulling into the apartment complex on May 30th I had a minute panic attack at the gate. Did I seriously follow adorable crepe kid across the country? What the eff was I doing here? I am <strike>acting</strike> living like a total crazy person. Is he totally freaked out by me? Can I play it cool enough to make it seem like I ONLY came out because the job is so awesome? I think I can. I mean I <i>did </i>come out for the job ...didn't I?<br />
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The first week or so I legitimately <strike>did not</strike> could not look crepe boy in the eye because I was SO intent on not coming off as a pathetic stage 5 clinger. <span style="font-size: x-small;">So yeah, you could say I was super mature about it</span>. As all of the employees started settling in and getting to know each other...the truth came out about crepe boy. In a late night pillow talk with the girls, I realized he couldn't actually care less whether or not I was a stalker, his girlfriend (who I currently share an apartment with) would be keeping him prettttty occupied this summer.<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">You know that awkward moment when you think a situation is allll about you and then it turns out the l.o.y.l. already has a girlfriend who's wonderful in every way? ..whoops. Wish I woulda known that 2,000 miles ago. </span><br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>June 22nd</b></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Apparently I'm not the only one who stalks Crepe Boy. Turns out, EVERY girl he has ever associated with ever, at all, is completely in love with him. He has this super power, and women everywhere just come unglued around him. Its crazy. Every female employee at our job is currently pining over him. It's super hilarious and has really helped bring us all together--we've bonded over our mutual pathetic-ness. There's only one girl who seems immune to his superhuman magnetism: the one he's in love with. His super powers don't seem to have such a powerful effect on her--she's getting ready to serve a mission this fall. GAH. The irony. </span><br />
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All stalker jokes aside, my gut instinct about this guy was that he is something really special. Enough that I stepped wayy out of my comfort zone to come out here and try to spend some more time with him, and not only him but all the kids out here in Tennessee. These are great people. I wanted to know them better. I wanted to share some memories, to learn from them, and grow a bit this summer as a person.<br />
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Went on the funnest date tonight.<br />
The kid was a total dream.<br />
My abs (lack thereof?) are kinda sore from laughing all night. Like, <i>really </i>laughing.<br />
What's awkward is, I have been objectifying his roommate (in jest) with my friends, from a safe distance, for about a month or two now. And it was weird having him (the friend) there on the group date. Only because some random, well-meaning, completely third-party kid spilled the beans and told him (the friend) about my hopeless, embarrassing, completely unfounded obsession with him before going on said date.<br />
Yikes.<br />
Anyway! Back to <i>my date</i>, never saw him coming--but he really is awesome. He seems a little soft spoken and reserved, but totally confident, and I find that intriguing. He's really handsome, way polite, obviously a really ''good'' guy-but down to earth, really funny...<br />
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I can't say too much too soon--but I'm just really curious and really interested.<br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>10/30/2011</b></span><br />
Went over to their house tonight to watch a movie after church. I am seriously so impressed with this whole house of boys. They are so good. And SO hilarious. It's been a long time since I've felt so impressed with someone(s). I feel kind of self conscious all the sudden--like the new dorky kid at school who is SO hoping that the cool kids will wanna be friends with me. Awkward.<br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>11/2/2011</b></span><br />
<span style="background-color: white;">Date #2 ensued this evening.</span><br />
We went rock climbing together at the Rock House. Haus. ..? I felt weird and nervous like I haven't felt on a date in a long time. We didn't have a ton of time to talk, since one of us was always trying to climb up a wall or something, but we had polite, second-date, small talk, a bit of witty banter here and there, things seemed to be going pretty good.. I felt frustrated at the end of the night about how little I had learned about him though. I was hoping to connect a bit more and the whole thing felt kind of stiff and just, too polite.<br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>11/4/2011</b></span><br />
Shoot. I confess. Shamelessly fb-stalked dream guy tonight. Learned two things. A. He seems awesome. and B. Turns out he has the world's most adorable ex-girlfriend who is currently serving a mission and spends her days being irresistably perfect and charming.<br />
So....shoot. Guilt complex.<br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>11/09/2011:</b></span><br />
Still kind of talking/hanging out with dream boy every once in a while. He really does remind me of my dad. He seems so great on paper--seems exactly my type, but I don't feel like we're really clicking when we're together. :( frustrated.<br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>11/12/2011</b></span><br />
...Soo, we went out again tonight.<br />
I was SO nervous before he came over. It's seriously not like me--like straight up pacing almost. Way embarrassing. He took me to the Brazilian place where Landon and Liv had their wedding luncheon. I seriously almost choked on an ice cube when the waitress told us how much dinner was. Yikes. He was a total gentleman about it but I'm prettty positive he had no idea it was gonna be so steep. Ha. Anyway, I felt super guilty. (Note: Guys, just fyi, all I <i>really </i>want is a kids meal from Chili's--no need to impress here) I felt like we finally took some baby steps getting to be real friends on this date. I'm usually so good at connecting with people and getting them to open up--but I'm way too intimidated by him, I act like a child. I can't help myself. I have no idea why he keeps asking me out when I keep acting like such an idiot.<br />
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Anyway, after dinner we went to a comedy show and after that we went back to his house to watch a movie. Dun. dun. dun.<br />
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It is SO unlike me to try and make any kind of moves during a movie. Or actually ever.<br />
I never like to force anything--when it happens, it happens naturally. BUT, not with this kid. I felt like I just had to be a little more obvious so that he would know how interested I am in him. But oh my gosh guys..it was so awful--a semi-awkward arm tickle/cuddle thing happened...I don't even know what it was. Haha I felt like that guy on Just Friends, who doesn't know whether to hug or kiss his date and ends up just picking her up and doing this bizzare full body shake. Hahaha Eckk. I feel embarrassed just thinking back about it. I needed him to know I was into him..but was wayy too scared to do anything drastic.<br />
Haha, I'm pathetic. It's fine.<br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>11/13/2011</b></span><br />
He invited me over to play games tonight. So I went over to play games. No one else showed up to play games. Awkward. Buttt we pushed forward anyway and played phase 10. Oh man.<br />
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I'm beginning to believe that this isn't an 'awkward stage' but just the way we will interact with one another forever. I honestly don't feel like I can just be myself around him. I feel like I'm constantly being measured up and I get nervous. I feel like we're both interested in each other--but we have no friendship, or any kind of realtionship, to go off of. I want to spend time with him. I'm really interested in him. I wish we had more opportunities to just be together and hang out..it feels like a lot of pressure to either be a couple and date or be nothing at all. Where's the happy medium there?<br />
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Hate that.<br />
<br />Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11585650840526000374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441742546732340911.post-22708368761476291662012-06-23T06:15:00.001-07:002012-06-23T06:16:43.387-07:00I would sell my soul.<p$1></p$1><br />
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<p$1>My family spent this week in Lake Powell. I couldn't go because I'm out in TN workinn. </p$1><br />
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<p$1>All week I was craving the sun. </p$1><br />
<p$1>and the red rocks. </p$1><br />
<p$1>and the houseboat. </p$1><br />
<p$1>and the skiing and wakeboarding. </p$1><br />
<p$1>and the tubing. </p$1><br />
<p$1>and the ice cream at the marina. </p$1><br />
<p$1>and the stupid card games. </p$1><br />
<p$1>and theme days. </p$1><br />
<p$1>and the stars at night. </p$1><br />
<p$1>and being with my wonderful family and friends.</p$1><br />
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Next Summer..</div>
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I know I'm a day late, but we had an awesommme time celebrating Father's Day at CLIMBworks.<br />
I really love this job.<br />
And all weekend I've been thinking about how I really love my dad.<br />
I really <i>really </i>love him.<br />
I look up to him for a million different reasons.<br />
I feel profoundly grateful he's mine.<br />
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<br />Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11585650840526000374noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441742546732340911.post-7332306735392521272012-06-15T18:05:00.002-07:002012-06-15T18:05:34.909-07:00Song of the DayJust before I left to Tennessee I went to the Civil Wars concert with some of my besties.<br />
Greatest night.<br />
Sweet, sweet, BEAUTIFUL music.<br />
This is one isn't on the CD but I'm obsessed with it.<br />
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..wish I could learn it on guitar--someone figure it out and teach me?<br />
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kthanxbai. Happy Friday.Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11585650840526000374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441742546732340911.post-34870535967383297062012-06-08T15:50:00.000-07:002012-06-08T19:31:04.417-07:00411Guys.<br />
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I moved to Tennessee. Drove 30 HOURS in the mini.</div>
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Garmin. Weird Hotel in Nebraska. Lots of snacks. Wholegrain Pringles. Delicious. Who knew?</div>
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The world's greatest mother accompanied me halfway--to Kansas City. Thanks Mom. </div>
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In Kansas City I stayed a few days with my friend DJ KevyKev. </div>
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Random turn of events: I stayed with Kevin's random roommate instead of him. This roommate received some terrible news while I was with him and we spent the day talking about the power of the atonement. Never had such a wonderful talk with a <b>complete </b>stranger.</div>
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Got up at 6 am (miracle for me) and drove 14 more hours to Gatlinburg. </div>
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Listened to Tina Fey's biography on the way...lulz.</div>
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Stopped in Nashville to listen to some country music and have some BBQ. Duh.</div>
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Completely awestruck by how beautiful it is in Tennessee. </div>
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Like, I'm dumb-founded every day as I drive to and from work. This place is wonderland of green. </div>
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The other night we drove out through this mile long winding tree tunnel and slack lined until little blue lightning bugs starting blinking through the trees and lighting up the dark forest.<br />
Magical.</div>
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Oh, and I zip-line for a living.</div>
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What!?</div>
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All day. Zipping. </div>
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Never not smiling. </div>
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The kids I work/live/play with every day are the world's steeziest. </div>
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This job is so fun. I can't believe they pay me to do it. </div>
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I have the day off tomorrow cause I'm taking the Praxis test in Knoxville.</div>
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Yikes. I've had all summer to prepare and I've studied like a total of 16 minutes. </div>
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g2g, ttyl.</div>Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11585650840526000374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441742546732340911.post-81348080198945513542012-05-13T19:02:00.004-07:002012-05-13T19:02:57.621-07:00Happy Mothers Day!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Christyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11585650840526000374noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5441742546732340911.post-33531735828921784592012-05-10T12:23:00.001-07:002012-05-10T12:29:24.695-07:00A Democrat?Weird what you have time for once school gets out...<br />
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This morning I've been researching things like gay marriage and abortion, flat tax rates and government healthcare and trying to decide where I stand on 'the big issues'</div>
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It's important to be informed and have an opinion I think, but I just haven't had time...</div>
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So anyway, today I did. Not that I'm magically an expert on all things political all of the sudden..The dumb little quiz took 3 minutes. But it lead me from one article to the next and I'm feeling much more involved and informed about the national dialogue going on right now. It feels good.</div>
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