Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Taco Tuesday.

Last night at about 11:30 p.m. . . . Bryn and I were hit with a stroke of genius. 

It was late and night, and we were hungry.
 (Which, if you remember, is when all of the best ideas unfold;

We didn't have many ingredients to work with, but within minutes we had some of the beeest homemade-lemon-chicken-tacos ready to be eaten.
They were delicious.





I'm gonna miss Brynjamin and our spontaneous food-making in the middle of the night. 

In other news, 5 finals stand between me and summer break. 
(Which is really only kind of summer break because I'll still be taking a class - but that's beside the point.)
BRING IT ON. 

Oh what a life I'm living, 


Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Cheese on Toast.




Oh what a life I'm living! 






Monday, March 11, 2013

thoughts on missionaries.

I've pondered on writing this post for a while now - as it is a little more personal than usual - but I've decided that some of it might be beneficial to others who may stumble across this blog. Please know that this post was written with the best intentions and is meant to be direct, not offensive.

(How's that for an introduction?) 

"Isn't your missionary coming home soon?"

The question posed above (and many along the same lines) has been a common one during the last few weeks and months (and days). 

While it is true that "Elder Olson" one of my best friends (and yes, someone that I dated) will be returning from his mission to Uruguay later this week, I want to make one thing clear:

 He is not my missionary. 

I don't have a missionary.

 Girls (no matter how many letters they've written or care packages they've sent) don't have missionaries. 

God has missionaries. 

I understand that many people may use the term "my missionary"// "your missionary" simply for convenience sake, but many don't. Many girls pine and complain and have an, 'oh-woe-is-me' attitude about their missionary being taken away from them for two years. Personally, I think this is just plain silly and have very little sympathy for girls with this attitude.

Now that I think I've made my position clear on that account, I'll move onto the next question that usually follows shortly after the first:

"Are you guys going to get married?"

haha. Well isn't that an interesting question.

Picture this:  You have a best friend. Eventually you start dating this best friend. Right about the time you think you've fallen in love with this best friend, he gets called to serve the Lord and the people of Uruguay for two years. Two years. Two years in which you cannot see each other, two years in which you cannot speak to each other. Two years in which your only means of communication is good 'ole-fashioned letter writing.

You always knew this call would come, you always knew he would leave, but never could you prepare yourself for the reality of him leaving.  Never did you anticipate being one of those girls who "has a missionary." But, never do you question whether it's the right thing for him to do, because you always knew that it was. Unfortunately, however, that doesn't necessarily make your situation a whole lot easier.

  Now what? You ask yourself.

Could you picture yourself marrying this guy? Sure. But trying to plan your life two years in the future seems pretty ridiculous. "I'm not going to wait for you," you tell him. He knows this already. He never expected you to wait (to put your life on hold and sit around pining away the days until he comes back).  As a matter of fact, the two of you had had multiple conversations about how foolish it is for girls to "wait" - months before you even started dating.

"If I'm still around in two years - we can go from there." You tell him. "That sounds fine," He says. "But I am going to write you, at least until you get engaged. And when you do get engaged," he continues, "I don't want you to tell me who he is. I don't want you to tell me when you're getting married. I just want you to write me a letter that says:
 'Dear Elder Olson,
I'm getting married.
Have a great mission.
-Hannah.'"

The two of you laugh and you secretly dread even thinking about the day that you will have to write that letter. (Not that you were so sure you'd be married by the time he got back. But, everyone was basically expecting it of you. Both of your sisters were married by the time they were 20 (or there about) and what reason do you have to think you'll be any different? Besides, you tell yourself, people don't find their husbands when they're 18.) 

And then he's off.

Now what? You ask yourself.

Just live.

You finally decide on a major.
You spend the summers working multiple jobs to save up for a study abroad.
You have the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity of living and studying in The Holy Land.
You meet many many wonderful people who change your life for the better.
You create a meme that becomes an internet sensation! (haha.)
You learn.
You grow.
You date.
And all the while you get letters weekly - from your best friend who is over 6,000 miles away.
(Even when he hasn't heard from you in weeks and weeks.)

Sure, you miss him.
But you're much too busy living your life to be sitting around on Friday nights thinking, "oh woe is me."

You meet a lot of really cool guys.
Some of them you want to date.
Some of them want to date you.
Occasionally you mutually want to date each other and you find yourself in a relationship.
And sometimes, while you're in those relationships you go weeks avoiding the mailbox, trying to find the balance between your current interest, and the best friend that was once such a huge part of your life.

And then the time for him to actually come home approaches.
...Right in the middle of when you're figuring out what you really want.

And yet, somehow, weeks and months before he is even home - even before you've heard is voice in two years - before you've given him so much as a hug, people expect you to be able to answer the question:

"Are you guys going to get married?"


And here is the honest answer folks:
 I don't know.

Could I see us getting married? Yup.
Could I see us dating and then deciding a different course of action? Yup.
Is he still one of my best friends? Yup.
Do I still have romantic feelings for him the way I once did? Nope.

Am I excited and nervous and interested to see what's going to happen? Yup.

I can't blame people for being curious. I'm sure I've fallen into this trap when someone I knew "had a missionary" coming home. But it wasn't until now that I understand what it's actually like.
So many emotions - or the lack of - make you feel like something is wrong with you. But, you just have to be able to take a step back and say, "It's okay to not have all the answers yet!"

Obviously every situation is different, so I can't speak for everyone,
but I know, I for one, will be more cautious in the way I handle these types of conversations (with others in a similar situation) the future.
And I think you should too.

Fortunately for me, I have a solid understanding of the Holy Ghost and the guidance that He can and will give me. And, I have full faith that if I continue doing what I know I should, Heavenly Father will reveal His plan for me to me when the time is right. I just have to be patient. 

People always think they know what you should be doing, and often they will tell you what you should be doing. This is true of family, friends, and even people you hardly know. I've sat through many rants about the reasons why girls shouldn't ever ever write missionaries. I've sat through almost equally as many on why they should. The truth is: many people will probably not agree with the way Stephen and I handle things when he gets back. Some people will think we're moving too fast. Others will think too slowly. And still others will think that we shouldn't be dating at all.

I really like hearing the perspectives of others, and I've enjoyed talking to many people who have been in situations similar to mine, but the time has come to stop speculating about what could and should and might happen, and to keep doing what I've been doing for the last two years.

Just live.






Sunday, March 3, 2013

supes and totes.

I can't say I'm a huge fan of all the "abbreves" that are so prevalent as of late, 
but the other day I was discussing with some friends which word has more value: 
"totes" or "supes." 

Eventually we came to the common agreement was that "supes" is the superlative of "totes."

But either way... last night was a "supes totes" fun night.

(And yes, I know full well how ridiculous that sounds.)



What is required for an extraordinary night:

-A Thai Restaurant in Salt Lake that has mismatched dish-ware,
"That's how you know it's really good." -Alyssa

-Playing Ruzzle (a virtual version of Boggle) at the dinner table. 
(Tacky. Yet necessary. We may or may not have an unhealthy addiction.)

-Declaring a "Chinese Fire drill" at a stop light - despite the drivers' protests.

-Danny getting locked in the car during said fire drill.

-Bowling. And just being able to laugh when you get two gutter balls in a row.
(Not that that happened or anything.)

-Peer pressuring Danny into eating a box elder bug.

-Eating delicious waffles at Brugge. (Pronounced real fancy like.)

-Spending time with good friends and creating memories to last a lifetime.


Honestly...it doesn't get much "supes totes" more fun than that! (haha.)

Oh what a life I live,




Friday, March 1, 2013

Breakfast at Tiffany's.

Okay I'll be honest. I've actually never seen the movie Breakfast at Tiffany's.

BUT, a few weeks ago 
(sorry I've been behind on this blogging thing) 
Danielle 
(who's first name is actually Tiffany, 
who is more affectionally referred to as T-Bone by those who know and love her best) 
(haha take that Alyssa!)),
 got married! 

 During the time leading up to her betrothal to Jonathan Williams
 (doesn't that sound like a prince name?) 
there was much cause for celebration! 

A bridal shower was in order.
 And what better way to celebrate than a classy,
"Breakfast at Tiffany's?!"


I will admit...I take unusual pride in my ability to take quality pictures of food. 
(I guess that's what happens when you love food as much as I do.)


It's crazy to think it's already been a year since Danielle and I were roommates in Jerusalem.
Oh what a great year it has been :) 

CONGRATULATIONS DANIELLE AND JOHNNY!

Oh what a life I live, 

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Simple Pleasures.


As I slipped and slid to my class this morning at roughly 8:39 a.m., people were tumbling on all sides.
Though this isn't a totally uncommon phenomenon in Provo during the winter,
 the rate at which people were falling was . . . unusually high, 
due to a new concept to me: freezing rain.

Somehow in this silly, mixed-up brain of mine, I had gotten the crazy idea that 
"freezing rain" was more-or-less snow - but boy was I wrong.

FREEZING RAIN IS NOT SNOW.

As I watched person after person FALL FLAT on the ground, I knew 
it was only a matter of time before I was right there with them. 

When I approached the "bridge" that connects the Marriott center area to the rest of campus, 
a growing pit in my stomach told me that there was little to no hope.
 There was simply no possible way I would come out of this journey unscathed. 

The fifteen total strangers around me instantly became my dearest friends,
 as we took on what will be forever known as
 "the ramp of doom."

Slipping,
 sliding, 
squealing 
and screaming,
 together we ventured down the ramp to what we hoped would be the safety of our morning classes. 

The only possible way to do this? HOLD THE HANDRAIL.

During most of this experience, I was completely concentrated on where to "glide" next and how not to
'take a spill' as so many around me had done. 
But at one point I stopped and looked up. 
The majority of my comrades both in front and behind me were also clinging tightly to the handrail
(even though it had a solid layer of ice on it and I'm sure their hands were stinging just as severely as mine). 

And in that moment: The symbolism struck me.
"Hold to the rod!" I laughed and said to the guy behind me.
He didn't laugh.
He didn't smile.
Maybe he didn't hear me...?
Hahaha. It doesn't matter. I thought it was hilarious, and I still do.

In fact, I thought it was SO funny that I took a picture, and then added a caption, and then posted it to the BYU MEMES facebook page and it is now a VIRAL SENSATION. haha (okay maybe I'm being dramatic but...)

(Roughly 4 hours after being posted - 1,640 likes and counting!)

Sometimes, it's the little pleasures :) 
...and the fact that I actually went the entire day without falling. 
(Truly a miracle.) 

Oh what a life I live! 

PS Facebook is basically exploding with videos of BYU students "skating" to class today, so here are just a couple:




Sadly, my favorite video (of a BYU student who went to the thrift store and bought ice skates and then literally skated around on the sidewalk!) is only on facebook so I can't post it here.

PPS For any of you not familiar with the expression "hold to the rod" it comes from a passage in the Book of Mormon. To read the passage in 1 Nephi chapter 8 (particularly starting verse 19) click the link here.





Wednesday, January 9, 2013

That one time I basically started bawling during class.

IT'S YOUS-DAY TUESDAY FOLKS!!
(just pretend cuz... I haven't done one of these in a while. ;))

1. I've officially lost it. Yesterday as I was walking to devotional I thought to myself,
"Wow. The temperature actually feels pretty good right now!"
I then got out my phone only to discover that the current temp was a whopping 21 degrees.
#somethingisseriouslywrongwithme

2. My ward is currently doing a "workout competition" where apartments earn points for each person that works out 45 minutes a day. (Which is rather convenient because my family is currently doing a similar sort of thing.) So, my apartment has been committed to spending 45 minutes each day doing Just Dance. I'm basically a pro now that I've been doing it for....two days now.
(and if you don't consider doing Just Dance a "work out," I BEG TO DIFFER.) 

3. Classes are good. It's going to be a busy but good semester. (Or at least that's what I tell myself.) The class that I'm most excited about is my Doctrine and Covenants class taught by one of my Jerusalem Professors (Bro. Harper). I've only been once and I already feel like I've learned a ton!

4. I went to campus 3 hours before my class this morning just to get a parking space. And it wasn't even a very good parking space! My theory that parking wouldn't be so much of a hassle now that half the student population went on missions was more than slightly off. (Sadly.)

5. THIS is the video that we watched in one of my classes yesterday that made me tear up. 
And "tearing up" is basically crying. And crying is basically bawling--hence the title,
 "that one time I basically started bawling during class."


I really love that we get the opportunity to have religious and spiritual discussion in every subject at BYU.
To me-- it makes education feel even more rewarding.
It's the best.

Oh what a life I live,





Tuesday, January 1, 2013

twenty twelve in review.

JANUARY

When I went to The Holy Land,
met and roomed with some of my favorite people in the whole world,
and went to Petra in Jordan.




FEBRUARY

When I helped plan the "Arab dinner,"
it was really windy,
and the Russian-Swede-Asian became an unlikely trio.
(how unlikely?...just ask Vlad. ;))




MARCH

When it snowed on the Dome of the Rock,
I went to Turkey, 
 spent 10 days on the Sea of Galilee,
participated in the Palm Sunday Walk, 
and discovered mint lemonade.
(Oh how I miss it.)





APRIL

When I bike rode through Tel Aviv and ate my first cheeseburger in months,
 went to a "Sun Rise, Son Rise" service on Easter at the Garden Tomb, 
finally put a prayer in the Western Wall, 
and had a Farewell-Jerusalem photoshoot with my Jerusalem roommates.







MAY

When I put the finishing touches on the Total Pillow Infomercial,
the addition on our house got carpeted,
and when I listened to Tim and Cameron's mission stories for hours.

  



JUNE

When Daniel graduated high school, 
I bought my very own car,
and I got a job as a tour guide of BYU.




JULY

When it was much too hot to sleep indoors so we took our mattresses outside,
and when I finally got to camp out for the 4th of July Parade.






AUGUST

When my cousin Kierstin stayed with me for a couple days,
 I turned 21,
I was finally reunited with my jerusalem roommates,
 won GOLD in the synchronized swimming competition,
my best friend/cousin/ex-roommate got married,
and when I got an unhealthy addiction to Hokulia shave ice.






SEPTEMBER 

When I taught Kindergarteners PE and had a blast doing it,
when I participated in the Dirty Dash in Midway, UT.



OCTOBER

When we celebrated the first marriage from our Jerusalem group,
 I went to Colorado (twice),
and survived visiting the scariest house I've ever been inside in my life.




NOVEMBER

When I went home for thanksgiving
and we ordered sushi for 24 people.
(Oh my delicious.)




DECEMBER

When we stopped at the Reno temple on our way to Utah,
wished everyone a very hairy Christmas,
and went to see the lights at temple square.  





It truly has been an INCREDIBLE year,
I can't wait to see what 2013 has in store!

Oh what a life I'm livin',