tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-83598061505254803842024-03-13T20:35:17.968-07:00A Little "Britt" DifferentBrittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.comBlogger79125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-55474535933922866022011-12-31T23:54:00.000-08:002012-01-01T02:51:02.597-08:00NYE"It's suspended there to remind us before we pop the champagne and celebrate the New Year, to stop and reflect on the year that has gone by. To remember both our triumphs and our missteps - our promises made, and broken. The times we opened ourselves up to great adventures - or closed ourselves down, for fear of getting hurt. Because that's what New Year's is all about: getting another chance. A chance to forgive, to do better, to do more, to give more, to love more. And stop worrying about 'what if' and start embracing what would be. So when that ball drops at midnight - and it will drop - let's remember to be nice to each other, kind to each other. And not just tonight but all year long." New Years Eve<br /><br />With breathless laughter two girls stepped out in into the cold December night saying hello to a beautiful new January morning. Their forms silhouetted against a sky full of fireworks. Four feet pounded the payment with shouts and cheers of "Happy New Year" encircling them by the drunks pouring out of the bar across the street. Still laughing they rushed to the car as the sky continued to be filled with fireworks from different parts of the valley they called home.<br /><br />The drive home was full of boisterous singing to songs from their teenage days and shouts of amazement as the fireworks continued in the sky as they sped down the highway. Declarations of plans for the future shot back and forth like arrows and words of affection for each other were also exchanged and the two girls speeding down the freeway became quiet and thoughtful.<br /><br />I have a sneaking suspicion that those two girls, showered with optimism that only a new year can bring, will make it the best they have had yet.<br /><br />For my sake and for theirs I hope that my suspicion is correct.<br /><br />Happy New Year everybody.Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-44815764750642394592011-12-13T19:46:00.000-08:002011-12-13T20:30:05.120-08:00My Journey<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhkiX1NQg2-f06_EDXK7GJWH8RrrruxrIXMVgnhbrdWqW5UHkekZ_AuI07Tvir6U6BhOfVIgbU9KmiPJw6ITYOU8JNy0o23QkGkiQEqKbFZPUdserU3DrwMLlbzItGeoperKJr_I_AtHq2/s1600/skullkiss.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhkiX1NQg2-f06_EDXK7GJWH8RrrruxrIXMVgnhbrdWqW5UHkekZ_AuI07Tvir6U6BhOfVIgbU9KmiPJw6ITYOU8JNy0o23QkGkiQEqKbFZPUdserU3DrwMLlbzItGeoperKJr_I_AtHq2/s320/skullkiss.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5684713089950674354" /></a><br /><br />This was me more than a year ago within the first week of starting the program I'm currently in. Today as I write this blog I have finished up the last of my finals in my 4th semester of school. This semester is my final semester of class work and I have learned all that my teachers can teach me.<br /><br />I hardly know the girl in this picture anymore. She's familiar to me in a way that you might feel familiar to someone you went to high school with but barely conversed with. I feel a sort of affection for her naivety and overconfidence. I feel affection towards how little she knew about herself at the time and what she was capable of.<br /><br />A year ago I was POSITIVE I could take the national exam and ace it because of my 5 solid years as a physical therapy aide. <br />A year ago I thought I would kick everyone's butts in practicals and that I was the best out of anyone in my program. <br />A year ago I thought that I would have to teach everyone else all the amazing I knew so that they could try and keep up with me. <br />And deep down inside..a year ago I thought I would never make it though this program. A year ago, I figured I would do what I always do when faced with school. Try hard the first few weeks, and then drop everything and fail out. <br /><br />A year later I realize that even with a whole lot of studying and a pinch of luck, I'm might not pass the national exam. <br />A year later I realize that while I am better than some on my practicals, I will always have more to learn. <br />A year later I realize that my fellow students have more to teach me than I could ever hope to teach anyone else and at times I wouldn't be me who was waiting for them to keep up but the other way around. <br />A year later I've realized that if it's something I'm passionate about I can do whatever I put my mind to.<br /><br />Around this time a year ago I was having my heart broken by someone not even remotely worth my tears. And while it put dating on the back burner for a while (a good thing I assure you, I didn't get a 3.7 for nothing last semester) it was a growing experience I would never want to change or give up for anything.<br /><br />Earlier this year I also lost my job. A job at the time I would have lived and died for. I loved that job more than anything in the whole world. It was a job full of people I believed to be my friends. The place I felt was my second home stocked full of my second family. When I was unceremoniously kicked out of that job, I thought my whole world had fallen apart. I felt like there was no way to continue in the PT career, but within weeks I saw the gift that was losing my job. I was given the opportunity to explore one of my hobbies more fully, like I said earlier I got a 3.7 GPA, a first for me. <br /><br />It's been a rough road with a lot of times where I thought I was going to have to hang it up and give up my goal. There were a lot of tears shed, a lot of disasters that I wasn't sure were going come out okay, but in the end, this journey has been something I will never forget and I value immensely. <br /><br />There are a few people without whom I wouldn't be writing this reflective blog.<br /><br />Cait: my study buddy, my cheerleader, my partner in crime, and my ride to school.<br />Ryan: My school older brother who kept me laughing, could always find my trigger points, and came up with good ways to remember things<br />Dr. N: My school mentor, the teacher who was always on my side, and the nerdy sounding board I needed when I thought I'd rip all my hair out<br />My Family: for their monetary help, their prayers, their encouragement and their unceasing belief that I can be amazing<br />Lady Underdown: my mentor and the first person in the biz who told me I could truly become a great clinician, without her pushing me to be better, I wouldn't have lasted in this program.<br />Rachel: my quizzer and guinea pig even though most of the time she had no idea what I was doing, saying, or trying to remember.<br /><br />It's been a fantastic 16 months and on to the next 5 and a half!Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-13725534379867055552011-11-27T20:02:00.000-08:002011-11-27T20:25:54.740-08:0025 Things I'm Grateful ForSince I'm 25 this year, I'm going to list the top 25 things I'm grateful for this year. Sorry it's a little late.<br /><br />1. My amazing loving family<br />2. The best friend a girl could have Miss Rachel<br />3. My Heavenly Father and the fact that he is constantly on the lookout for my welfare<br />4. My Savior Jesus Christ and his glorious and unselfish gift of the Atonement<br />5. The Gospel and everything it does for my life<br />6. My new apartment, Endor and how fortunate it was that we moved here<br />7. My Little Evo<br />8. Vaughn, The Doctor, Elton John, Big Fat Petey, Midori, and Pinky McGee (my electronics that keep me sane)<br />9. My little TARDIS that has survived another year and thousands of miles.<br />10. Drs N, F, and R plus Tony who have taught me everything and encourage me daily<br />11. An amazing mentor who loves me regardless and makes me be better<br />12. My former clinical instructor Jim and my two future clinical instructors<br />13. A body that works relatively well <br />14. Egyptian Cotton sheet<br />15. The Awesome ward that I'm a part of and all of the fantastic people I'm slowly getting to know<br />16. The simple fact I have a really bright future and there is a light at the end of the tunnel for school<br />17. Running water<br />18. Heating<br />19. The Freedom my country gives me<br />20. Boys (yeah I know...strange)<br />21. Netflix (even though it sucks)<br />22. Youtube and Skype<br />23. Jammie Pants<br />24. Bath products<br />25. Nail PolishBrittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-89695629528209005422011-09-21T21:26:00.000-07:002011-09-21T22:02:54.551-07:00Transcribed directly from my notebook.It's a perfect pre-fall end of summer night. I can feel that summer is dying by just the tiny drop in the temperature once the sun goes down but fall isn't quite here yet because the flowers I am surrounded by are still beautiful and fragrant.<br /><br />I've been troubled as of late so praying to Him I asked for guidance. My car drove itself here. I ask for guidance and I'm drawn to holy land. Like Moses seeing the burning bush, I remove my shoes and start walking through sodden grass up the long lawn to the bench that is my landing space. I look up at the beautiful building with wet eyes in complete and utter awe of the love that He continually gives to me.<br /><br />Not even a week ago I made an extremely eternal decision. I made an eternal decision that now will require an eternal covenant. This decision has not come with ease. This decision has been surrounded by the unquiet hand of the miserable one. Like unto himself he wants me to be miserable. Now that I have made this decision and have informed others of it and made myself accountable, he has brought every tornado wind and thundercloud possible to tear me away from this decision. He's brought his friends self doubt, fear, and second guessing along to make this decision that much harder.<br /><br />I've been praying for peace as I continually feel the hand of darkness try to surround me. I've been praying for perspective as this hand tries to make my world a little less bright. I've been praying for a clear path when all the hand does is throw boulders in my way. <br /><br />But He in his perfect and loving knowledge of who I am and what I need has been so kind and generous with His love and His blessings. He has given me amazing wonderful friends, a loving earth mother who listens and loves me, a Rachel that understands, fantastic examples to make my life seem a little less horrible, and my struggles. This week's struggles have brought me to his feet so many times, I feel that some days I just live there. Luckily He likes having me as a resident and I require no lease or rent.<br /><br />So back to this beautiful bench. As I sit on said bench in front of me stands all that I could ever need. This stunning edifice answers so many questions. It reminds me to be still and know who He is. It gives me the promise of forever, the peace in knowing that no matter how many times that hand tries to make my world dark, tries to throw stones in my path, tries to remind me of how much of the natural (wo)man is still within me, that there is someone who ALWAYS will be there to bat away the hand as the last lingering hornet before fall finally takes over this year.<br /><br />So with the cold stone of the bench seeping into my skin and the tingling from my wet toes still fresh; I stand, dry my eyes off, take a picture to remind me of what I have learned here from the eternal edifice that swims in my eyes as the last residual moisture is removed from my eyes. Trekking back to my car again in bare feet through sodden grass, I feel the calm I'd been hoping for.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_eaSdZrVSLnaknq4jau6-QSyLSm2sVRohMu0WNyu3Hcgt-QsalPD_d-uTnercV5ZHoabK2iLz9SZYT4znb_7ZgFOSUiOiZJnoOlnHhNlRIWtdVHBqDL0o5pmnCP5St5EiyNnI6DqKy6Tn/s1600/DSCN7039.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_eaSdZrVSLnaknq4jau6-QSyLSm2sVRohMu0WNyu3Hcgt-QsalPD_d-uTnercV5ZHoabK2iLz9SZYT4znb_7ZgFOSUiOiZJnoOlnHhNlRIWtdVHBqDL0o5pmnCP5St5EiyNnI6DqKy6Tn/s320/DSCN7039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655044764028159410" /></a>Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-50396842417525996242011-06-26T20:33:00.000-07:002011-06-27T17:42:12.451-07:00Little OneDear Baby Garcia-<br /><br />I'm your Aunt Brittany or as your big sister and cousins like to call me "Burney" you will probably call me that too once you get big enough to talk. In a few short months you'll make your grand entrance into the world and considering you are part Bailey, it will inevitably be full of some kind of drama be it good or bad.<br /><br />We just found out recently you are a girl. There is no doubt in my mind you will equal your big sister in beauty, we're hoping you outweigh her pretty quick though. Unless God has a very big sense of humor and if your cousins are any example, we hope that you are a little more mellow that your big sister. She's a sweetheart and I'm betting eventually she's going to fall in love with you as much as all of the rest of us. But since you are the youngest of the grandkid crew I'm gonna give you a little rundown to hopefully give you a step up so you don't get left behind.<br /><br />First off: your big sister<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5dybdpeCa5ly2EgBq6ri-goo-A0aTDMKiFm2XbuGSnNDYiiuQ5ZDtbLqR7TbWJ2yqLkmciX1zXl3FEG26_JeoxaipTO64smuaNq9ci3-z0Z_gNdGO7hVHNhDxFI9GBm85Bf9U9eFlrKSY/s1600/DSCN5630.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5dybdpeCa5ly2EgBq6ri-goo-A0aTDMKiFm2XbuGSnNDYiiuQ5ZDtbLqR7TbWJ2yqLkmciX1zXl3FEG26_JeoxaipTO64smuaNq9ci3-z0Z_gNdGO7hVHNhDxFI9GBm85Bf9U9eFlrKSY/s320/DSCN5630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622742435526678338" /></a><br /><br />This is Sydney. We all call her Ned, Sydly, among a million other names (it's a family tradition to have a million nicknames). She's pretty feisty. I'll be honest with you, she's probably not going to be your biggest fan. She eventually will love you a whole lot. She was the same with your cousins. <br /><br />Which brings us to these two:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsZRnFbCTNHQR_JVx60B4LwIw_Psq_I24AB-fQeFssLt2cM1t5589ZOE9i94eOVrLuiI416gIrREVyOEKXfX_4Jpkp0VzrYOPhUhnlOYeBG6lRk0DkDGHcDS_ZRlyi-Q0_wGCxv9-Oq045/s1600/DSCN5479.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsZRnFbCTNHQR_JVx60B4LwIw_Psq_I24AB-fQeFssLt2cM1t5589ZOE9i94eOVrLuiI416gIrREVyOEKXfX_4Jpkp0VzrYOPhUhnlOYeBG6lRk0DkDGHcDS_ZRlyi-Q0_wGCxv9-Oq045/s320/DSCN5479.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622744679351738930" /></a><br />These are your cousins Jack and Luke. They are a fun duo, and they are pretty nuts about your big sister so I'm foreseeing that they are going to love you as much. They like to roughhouse, but they are also so much fun.<br /><br />Plus there is all of us:<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigFIKkbtPp6YFefg64Y3aLhr9PWAdsG9gZy83G-UoTmmXgGX4j2ZmbE9SYXgCZDxInqUKZs4zA88iDeFXN3JE1jUym5a6Ms158NKYsdXSBeGFNiz4PLCdJlA-aaweRcHSD9bKTQha6QqXF/s1600/DSCN5095.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigFIKkbtPp6YFefg64Y3aLhr9PWAdsG9gZy83G-UoTmmXgGX4j2ZmbE9SYXgCZDxInqUKZs4zA88iDeFXN3JE1jUym5a6Ms158NKYsdXSBeGFNiz4PLCdJlA-aaweRcHSD9bKTQha6QqXF/s320/DSCN5095.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622748355641408178" /></a><br />Uncle Ron-He's really funny and really awesome. Be sure to learn his name quick because your big sister learned his name last and he complained about it a lot. Plus he is really fun to tickle attack.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY41nrbE93wHpNnM-5-xVwFSBKLAds-hPcZkLqfUxYSrILPNQFKJrtf5rQWH4B0zF_9geRmpzkZE8NV9i35WEK5hRymLbxItLBNv7GrQl_grLuFFcXlohGIwbY7gkHTpZX3mx83rz35c0v/s1600/DSCN2092.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY41nrbE93wHpNnM-5-xVwFSBKLAds-hPcZkLqfUxYSrILPNQFKJrtf5rQWH4B0zF_9geRmpzkZE8NV9i35WEK5hRymLbxItLBNv7GrQl_grLuFFcXlohGIwbY7gkHTpZX3mx83rz35c0v/s320/DSCN2092.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622759301344532290" /></a><br />Favorite Aunt Brenda-she's going to be your favorite Aunt, and you will like it young lady! Brenda is amazing, she's a fantastic cook and like to tickle and listen to your little stories. She also has the most patience I've ever seen in a human being.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBdjkmQ21X8H4yZH-zwpVLooMY_Dw5zjrujqQw-l-043s2rH3-6P2O99xVcGsK0l_XL8UMWoG761mxY-8wrT-ADqnZu0S6CwRZ-MtHNqMEcUA0bKthcMGfsCv5aJp4qBNEhyphenhyphenj-u0rxA18s/s1600/DSCN5201.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBdjkmQ21X8H4yZH-zwpVLooMY_Dw5zjrujqQw-l-043s2rH3-6P2O99xVcGsK0l_XL8UMWoG761mxY-8wrT-ADqnZu0S6CwRZ-MtHNqMEcUA0bKthcMGfsCv5aJp4qBNEhyphenhyphenj-u0rxA18s/s320/DSCN5201.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622748737221631346" /></a><br />Uncle Jeff-He is going to LOVE teasing you and he's gonna act like you don't have him wrapped around your finger...but it's gonna happen. He'll show you lots of funny videos on his iphone. Uncle Jeff also lives on the train.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcqV9iefrYOYISqNicH6jnu0RdFpjKYL5PnYYaOhnmrTXJg73H6pbovPMFYX-snJ71R_nMMiZeDqZ0UZm3DSPOSAEUzeCM2Nj5TQBhjmW6_3n7jWrLkgzNbvBeq-pNg-c2a_FLDiFIfaUW/s1600/DSCN5156.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcqV9iefrYOYISqNicH6jnu0RdFpjKYL5PnYYaOhnmrTXJg73H6pbovPMFYX-snJ71R_nMMiZeDqZ0UZm3DSPOSAEUzeCM2Nj5TQBhjmW6_3n7jWrLkgzNbvBeq-pNg-c2a_FLDiFIfaUW/s320/DSCN5156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622750147231151986" /></a><br />Aunt Lindsie-Or as Luke, Jack, and Sydney calls her Aunt Shoppie or Aunt Choppie. She's in the army right now being a hero (like your dad). She's pretty funny and she like to cuddle so she's going to be crazy about you. It's been a while since we've had a little one to cuddle. <br /><br />We are a loud crazy group and we will probably overwhelm you when you get here but it will be because we are SO excited to see you and get to know you. We're gonna be NUTS about you.<br /><br />These are obviously your parents who will love you and take care of you. They are great people! Your mommy is going to play you lots of songs and sing you lullabies and dress you up real cute. Your daddy is going to love reading your stories (sometimes with HILARIOUS commentary) plus he will spoil you rotten.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjix5YLK_yHCocYH_2BArtiYP0oB4hPVWJmt-Tu2JVFnMxZD-xqj0mIiuTG7ZvPKv_k1rEhEXqxtv9yJSQ9LXfQsn_sr9l8IDTsLQ2cXDo_ogqP0fFHrfH096Oa0IfLEsFrWE-TA3CBQ1R-/s1600/DSCN5088.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjix5YLK_yHCocYH_2BArtiYP0oB4hPVWJmt-Tu2JVFnMxZD-xqj0mIiuTG7ZvPKv_k1rEhEXqxtv9yJSQ9LXfQsn_sr9l8IDTsLQ2cXDo_ogqP0fFHrfH096Oa0IfLEsFrWE-TA3CBQ1R-/s320/DSCN5088.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622752726463396098" /></a><br /><br />last and certainly not least is Gracky<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdH0Fql0NjqMyLqcb4YuIow9a6Vp0SXFdXVRUrMIiRdWxwUJvO-xBPaz0DdKZ6zhiuD2pjqVKrxBahWRSCsIX9iGWvCGv4eA63z9lmIkujpFVEP0GmM0FXAymKQamZNeT-NFw0lDUDaL5j/s1600/DSCN5649.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdH0Fql0NjqMyLqcb4YuIow9a6Vp0SXFdXVRUrMIiRdWxwUJvO-xBPaz0DdKZ6zhiuD2pjqVKrxBahWRSCsIX9iGWvCGv4eA63z9lmIkujpFVEP0GmM0FXAymKQamZNeT-NFw0lDUDaL5j/s320/DSCN5649.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622754487402061650" /></a><br />She's extra cuddly and she really likes rocking in the rocking chair, you are going to LOVE her! <br /><br />All in all, baby you are going to love being a part of this family. No matter what you do no, matter who you turn out to be, no matter what you look like, no matter what you sound like know this little one...all of us will ALWAYS love you and always be nuts about you!<br /><br />As for me, I'm gonna be the Aunt that buys you the cool toys, sneaks you candy, paints your toe nails when you only a few months old. I'll be the Aunt that let's you stay up late when you sleep over. I'll be the one who sings you rock songs instead of lullabies. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCoYn6-bwoIIdLPY-dMJvkFlOaCc6jPRmskWhP0_N40gx9rhJIfREsYc0nXqEqanqK7lH5QeGk7AfIJLgo6Y0npGzkt1-uf6As-0DoP9UBYLpjnQ-XuGjstBSo0btPU1f3cF_6qYo297RU/s1600/pic.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 285px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCoYn6-bwoIIdLPY-dMJvkFlOaCc6jPRmskWhP0_N40gx9rhJIfREsYc0nXqEqanqK7lH5QeGk7AfIJLgo6Y0npGzkt1-uf6As-0DoP9UBYLpjnQ-XuGjstBSo0btPU1f3cF_6qYo297RU/s320/pic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5622873925669313890" /></a><br />Love and Kisses<br />Aunt Burney.Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-5480717488822116992011-02-23T19:40:00.000-08:002011-02-23T19:43:52.024-08:00Dear Readers!Lovers of the Little Brit Different blog! ATTENTION! I'm not leaving this blog in the cold to die, per say. But with the way this semester is going, keeping a commentary on my life is FAR too overwhelming. But....I still need a creative outlet that isn't school related. So I created a new little bloggity over <a href="http://nerdshirtaday.blogspot.com/">here</a>. There will still be updates on my life and they will be far more regular than over here. They will just be little blurbs and a picture. Please come with me won't you? Tell your friends, tell your family. Spread the word!<br /><br /><a href="http://nerdshirtaday.blogspot.com/">GO Here, and Follow!</a>Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-91359924391573758142011-02-02T18:23:00.000-08:002011-02-02T22:28:33.489-08:00My Little PupToday while the thoughts of February resolutions, talking about this new semester at school, my calling in the ward, the upcoming nuptials of my roommate, and the "back on the horse" date that is happening this weekend are filling my head saying "pick me pick me! write about me". All I can think about is a tribute to a little someone I love.<br /><br />It was a rough day, between dealing with some school drama that came right out of left field (which includes a complete perception change of one of my teachers) and the massive pile of clean laundry that needs to be folded and sheets that really need a wash, I found time to head down to Brigham City today. My little pup Sparky was being put down today. Now for those of you in the know, I have had Sparky for about 16 years. That's like 65 percent of my life. It's pretty much the longest commitment I've ever held up my end of.<br /><br />Now Sparky was a pretty great dog. She was always there when I needed a good cuddle, always cute and soft and furry and fun. Even as she got older she still had that puppy twinkle in her eye, just not in her legs, or her back, or anywhere else. She had a sixth sense (like most dogs do) to come to me right when I needed her. If I was crying she's come lay on my bed and listen. If I was sick, she would lay in front of the couch and guard me. She was a really great dog.<br /><br />It was extremely hard to watch her go today. The cry I cried today was different than any cry I've experienced. It was almost all tears, not a lot of nose blowing, not a lot of sound. The skin under my eyes is rubbed raw. I think that's a soul cry as opposed to a body cry. I mean, I was saying goodbye to one of my oldest and best friends in the whole world.<br /><br />In a way, I understood how Harry Potter felt when he was burying Doby. I felt like the whole world should be sad that my little one was gone. But no, the world kept turning. The vet clinic we were at kept working I could hear laughter and banter with the girls up at the front desk through the door. It was both off putting and comforting at the same time. <br /><br />But she was old (longer than most dogs live) and had a lot of dementia. She couldn't understand the right place to go to the bathroom, really wasn't eating or drinking, couldn't navigate doorways, and would just pace the house. It was her time to go and she's right now probably enjoying a good long run on legs that aren't sore and are plenty strong. Plus she's glowing in the adoration and love from the One who made her. There are plenty of people to throw things for her to fetch and plenty of chopped up hot dogs for her to eat (her favorite). I just know she'll be the first to say hello when I come to stay with her.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5uGOXCs19zEoqkkYwDv08lW1vieMNWshXj9Qjl4Ytk6QmFPNehPpROxGIeUfEFFwvFM2h6eS58ZKzmh3EaFrV7WUz2OBJoGagRVHnc8vZNqqNwGTF_oinuO4LCdvk718ugQb0qwrjnKS/s1600/DSCN5203.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgc5uGOXCs19zEoqkkYwDv08lW1vieMNWshXj9Qjl4Ytk6QmFPNehPpROxGIeUfEFFwvFM2h6eS58ZKzmh3EaFrV7WUz2OBJoGagRVHnc8vZNqqNwGTF_oinuO4LCdvk718ugQb0qwrjnKS/s320/DSCN5203.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569288974574582354" /></a><br /><br />My little one and I posing for one last picture.Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-64144993739264414852011-01-05T22:30:00.000-08:002011-01-05T23:01:50.804-08:00Rambling Nonsense Post<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbZx9Y4tTJ7YEYB9iYnUfRxkWGNbGWv27DhHpSIVU0jLTOh_oHUF6pB7qaHnrVvdcnYYhzqK-meFhIJwLRVTQr-iz3-4fKtiGsmlziqmAbhCmABkUOYM_JkNn0pXO3v_lmMN8nBi3bjAKE/s1600/reuniting.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbZx9Y4tTJ7YEYB9iYnUfRxkWGNbGWv27DhHpSIVU0jLTOh_oHUF6pB7qaHnrVvdcnYYhzqK-meFhIJwLRVTQr-iz3-4fKtiGsmlziqmAbhCmABkUOYM_JkNn0pXO3v_lmMN8nBi3bjAKE/s320/reuniting.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558960291063360034" /></a><br /><br /><br />I've been thinking about things like the above quote or <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RkjyRU3dLXU&feature=related">this one</a> (my all time favorite!) And I think about the beauty in a reunion.<br /><br />I'll admit something, I'm a wee bit obsessed with seeing people reunite. I've watched all the videos on youtube showing soldiers reuniting with their families, I've watched countless people say hello and welcome each other as I've waited for my own passengers at the airport. Short of sitting in the airport watching people, I'd say I know a thing or two about reunions.<br /><br />I'm not really sure where I'm going with this post this evening. Maybe it's that I'm looking forward to a day when I can have my own long lost reunion with loved ones. Maybe I'm looking forward to the day that I'm standing in that airport waiting for someone to come home to me. Maybe it's because I've come to the end of missing him. At this point, I couldn't tell you. Maybe I just really like those quotes and there is someone out there who needs to see and hear them. I don't really know.<br /><br />There is something so beautiful in a reunion though or as in the quote says....the end of missing someone.Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-78206575624501093112011-01-01T22:02:00.000-08:002011-01-01T22:42:18.341-08:00ResolutionsLike a lot things in life (such as Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream", snow, The Last Airbender movie, etc) I find that resolutions are good in theory, but not so much in execution. I like the idea of a New Year's resolution, but rarely do the pan out for even the best planners. (Side note: just looked at the clock and it's 11:11 and the date is 1/1/11, AWESOME) I am not one of those people that follows through with goals that aren't ESSENTIAL to my daily living, and let's face it, sometimes even the ones that are essential I don't follow through with.<br /><br />I was reading someone's blog or something recently and they said something about how you shouldn't have to wait for New Years to change something about yourself. This coincides with one of my new mantra's "You decide every moment of everyday who you are and what you believe in. You get a second chance, every second." <br /><br />This year I decided to follow that lead and make New MONTH resolutions instead of New YEAR resolutions. Each month will have a general theme and then within that theme will be two or three attainable goals specific enough to challenge me, but not so specific that it's unattainable. <br /><br />January's goal will be working on physical appearance. As opposed to setting a goal about a specific amount of weight I want to lose, my goal is to "move more, eat less". So for now the baseline is to exercise 3 times a week at least a half an hour each time. I also am making a goal to be a little more proactive about my actual appearance: Wearing a little more makeup than mascara, doing my hair, starting a good skin care regimen, being better about my dental hygiene, keeping my nails nice, stuff like that. You know, the girly crap I don't usually do. Now I don't want anyone to think I'm going to be going around obsessing about my appearance. Just taking a little more pride in myself every day, not just the special days. <br /><br />So that's my plan, we'll revisit these on February 1st and I'm counting on you dear readers, to call me on the carpet for my goals. <br /><br />QOTD:<br />"Beauty is in the eye of the beholder and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye." <br />-Miss PiggyBrittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-76109344843595323692010-12-29T13:15:00.000-08:002010-12-29T19:10:23.580-08:00Get some popcorn folks, it's gonna be a long one.I'm pretty much opposed to starting blogs with apologies about how long it's been since I've posted and listing reasons why I haven't blogged in a while. So I'm not going to do that. I'll just catch you up on my life and you can guess which parts prevented me from blogging.<br /><br />I finished my first semester of my program (1 down 4 to go!). I've never felt so excited to learn and so MOTIVATED to learn in my entire life. I guess that's what interesting well taught content can do for you right? I passed all my classes with A's (except math...stupid b+!) and even did pretty good on my finals. But I gotta say, they took up a LARGE amount of my time the last week of November and the first two weeks of December. I barely had time to shower. I actually didn't buy groceries the last month of school, so you can see why I didn't have time to blog.<br /><br />In other news, I just realized I haven't properly celebrated the fact that I will never have to take Math EVER AGAIN! So please oblige me a second or two....YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY!<br /><br />Anyway, we also had Christmas come upon us and I was at my mom's house for a good 4 days. I couldn't drag myself away from the festivities long enough to blog about anything. But I got some cool stuff for Christmas. My mom got me a really nice point and shoot camera, which I asked for because as much as I love Reid, he's kind of bulky and if I want to take a small purse somewhere (or no purse at all) I can't just put him in a tiny purse or shove him in my pocket. I also got a oil change and a tire rotation from my dad, not exactly the stuff of Christmas, but I really needed it. A TARDIS cookie jar from my brother, a nifty skirt from my sister, a Polaroid camera from a close family friend, a cute thermal top from Lisa, and a pair of ADORABLE gloves and a Justin Bieber calendar from Rachel. I also got some fun trinkets and knicknacks from my grandma tuff and some dinero from my grandparents. All in all it was a really great holiday spent with people I love.<br /><br />Between finals and Christmas I also suffered some pretty bad heartache. I think I put off writing about it so long because I was worried I'd write unkind and untrue things in my post breakup haze. I bear no ill will, the reasons (which I won't discuss here) that ended our relationship were pretty legit reasons and now looking back I can see that it could have been much worse. There were pitfalls that would inevitably be down the road that one NEVER see coming in a happy glow of being in love. Those pitfalls probably would have destroyed any respect or civility we would have had for each other and that would make for a very difficult time at school, for the both of us. <br /><br />It was hard to know where to go from there with so many plans and so many hopes being crushed, but now, in the aftermath my heart still aches, but most of the major cracks, bumps and bruises have been sealed up or healed. I no longer spontaneously tear up when I see things that remind me of what I had, I'm finding the magic that can come from changing plans. I've found a quote that I love "We must be willing to let go of the life we have planned, so as to have the life that is waiting for us"-Joseph Campbell. It's kind of become my mantra. <br /> <br />Finding a new path on your own is such a painful yet beautiful experience. Frankly, it's an experience that I wouldn't miss for the world. So on to bigger and better things. I'm looking forward to learning more in 2011, looking forward to meeting new people and getting new opportunities everyday. <br /><br />So I'll leave you with this<br />QOTD:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLk8qTcDdQsXDP0sLBWHA2APm_ykQjHGl-5fRGZNvLxYbE2ddCL89vKUdfdI5FWG5zyfgTHhyphenhyphenK3IdqV4VeG8d5wjl6T9oGbLSw9kKk1z5kfvuDhlpgnKASp_f_0Rk4jBu5pVE7EU7jU93B/s1600/quote.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLk8qTcDdQsXDP0sLBWHA2APm_ykQjHGl-5fRGZNvLxYbE2ddCL89vKUdfdI5FWG5zyfgTHhyphenhyphenK3IdqV4VeG8d5wjl6T9oGbLSw9kKk1z5kfvuDhlpgnKASp_f_0Rk4jBu5pVE7EU7jU93B/s320/quote.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5556307155563956354" /></a>Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-20114484579541964312010-11-23T23:39:00.000-08:002010-11-24T12:45:51.685-08:00Big Thanksgiving Post (for actual Thanksgiving!)WITH PICTURES!
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<br /><div align="center">My family. Without them...I would seriously be alone. I'd probably be sane...But I'd be alone!</div>
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<br /><div align="center">Sadly Jeff didn't make it into this picture.</div>
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<br /><div align="center">Rachel and Lisa-I know I gush about them all the time, but they are really the best friends a girl could ask for. It's so interesting to hear other people talk about their roommates. I actually find myself saying "I forget you don't have roommates like I do.</div>
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<br /><div align="center">School School School. Never thought that this would EVER end up on my thankful list, but it is this year. I'm fortunate to be going to school with a GREAT group of people and be taught by some AMAZING teachers.</div>
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<br /><div align="center">Not really my school people but it's still a cool picture</div>
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<br /><div align="center">These three!</div>
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<br />Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-65301271910591957622010-11-21T21:49:00.000-08:002010-11-21T21:55:41.915-08:00Oh Hey...It's sunday AgainSorry the posts have been pretty lame the last few weeks. Between juggling a job, full time school, and a boyfriend there isn't much else that can occupy my mind. But here are the things I was thankful for from Wednesday on.<br /><br />Wednesday<br />Getting The Hunger Games from Wayne<br />Thursday<br />Seeing my mommy and sleeping in an uber soft hotel bed<br />Friday<br />Harry Potter with my Handsome boy (an amazing movie!), and some great friends! Plus I found my AMAZING dress for the Melanie's Wedding! And seeing Cat's exhibit!<br />Saturday<br />Double feature night at the Cemetery: Mortal Combat and Street Fighter. Plus the first REAL snow fall in the valley.<br />Sunday<br />Coming home smelling like Paul and good windshield wipers and tiresBrittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-27895163886751305172010-11-09T21:29:00.000-08:002010-11-16T18:14:10.303-08:00Remember when I said that I would be blogging my thankful things on Sundays? Yeah....I didn't. Two days late is better than never!<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Sunday</span><br />Early morning movie watching with my roommates, plus snuggling, and first kisses.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Monday</span><br />Toy Story 3 and stolen boyfriend sweatshirts.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Tuesday</span><br />Cafe Rio Tuesdays, Long goodnight conversations, Acing my Med Term test, and Fire truck wakeup calls<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Wednesday</span><br />Being honest<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Thursday</span><br />The promise of a Christmas Present!<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Friday</span><br />Being told that I will someday be <a href="www.catpalmer.com">Cat Palmer's</a> protege by Cat herself. I love that woman!<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Saturday</span><br />Calling dibs on a BEAUTIFUL piece of art before anyone else has even seen the exhibit!<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Sunday</span><br />Homemade Pot pies and Doctor Who<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Monday</span><br />Conversations about the future over veggie burritos and shopping trips with my Handsome Boy.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Tuesday</span><br />The realization that I'm done studying Neuro for the rest of the semester!Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-30205417705219672022010-11-07T21:03:00.000-08:002010-11-09T21:29:21.830-08:007 days of ThankfulEach Sunday in November (and maybe longer) I'm going to post the 7 things I'm grateful for!<br /><br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Sunday</span><br />Spending time with my great family<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Monday</span><br />People who donate their bodies to make it so other people can make something of themselves in the Medical Field<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Tuesday</span><br />Chicken Noodle soup, a comfy bed, and Sudafed<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Wednesday</span><br />Taking time to be silent and try and see a bigger picture<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Thursday</span><br />Understanding teachers who listen to what I have to say and plans for the Christmas season, plus an amazing bishop with an amazing house.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Friday</span><br />Payday and coworkers who challenge and teach me. Plus black hair dye that makes me look like Snow White.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Saturday</span><br />Beating the traffic from the U football game, my cozy USC sweatshirt to keep away the coldBrittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-91158499577397517602010-11-03T23:07:00.000-07:002010-11-03T23:49:41.150-07:00Isn't life funny?I was glancing over my blog and I read back through my post on what past relationships can teach you. It's amazing that I was talking about the Lord preparing me for someone because all of the sudden, someone has come into my life. I've never really understood the quote "We make plans and God laughs". That was until I had Paul fall into my life. Okay fall isn't really the word I'm looking for because I knew and hung out with Paul a full month before we started dating. But let me back up and explain why Paul coming into my life was such a surprise.<br /><br />When I started school this September I had made a two part pact with myself: <br />1) No Boys till graduation<br />2) Suppressing my need to make a million friends at school.<br /><br />I wanted to REALLY focus on school and get good grades. I needed to be successful in school (and I promise at some point I will talk about how amazing school is!) But I felt like I needed to make a change in my constant need for a social life. Granted I ended up making some really good friends for a study group, but luckily they are good friends who encourage me to work hard and keep my grades up<br /><br />What I wasn't expecting was Paul. It started out so simple, just study friends. Then my roommates and I planned a triple date to a haunted house, and since I really didn't have very many great single guys in my life I figured "What the heck? Paul is a cool kid and we'll have a great time." I had no idea what I was in for. <br /><br />Paul and I have been dating for a month and I already feel so....<span style="font-style:italic;">different</span>. I mentioned in my post how I've been in love twice and really, just being with Paul makes those two "loves" completley null and void. I mean don't misunderstand me here, I'm not saying Paul is the one, or that I'm in love with him. We're just taking it a day at a time, but what we have already been in this a month is so much...more than I ever thought possible. Love songs on the radio sound different to me. Chick flicks have a whole different meaning. I can't even think of a way to put it. Our relationship is uncomplicated, it's fun, it's romantic, it's sweet. It's everything any girl really wants in a relationship.<br /><br />I look back at the past relationships I've experienced and they were all full of doubt and frustration and confusion and there is NONE of that when it comes to Paul and I. I can mention things about having an upset stomach and the need to fart and he just laughs and tells me a story about how his mom once ate fat free pringles and farted up a storm. He wants to meet my family, he wants me to meet his family. He says goodnight to me every night. He just lets me be me. I don't think I've ever been so free in a relationship before. He and I disagree on A LOT of things but it never bugs us because we just realize that we compliment each other.<br /><br />He doesn't mind I ADORE bacon (he's a vegetarian) or that I love weird decorations and hate decorating the Christmas tree. I don't mind that he's a better cook than I am and enjoys reading far more than conversation sometimes. It just...works.<br /><br />I'm happy and I'm reminded of a post my dear, dear <a href="http://mandachrissy.blogspot.com">Mandi</a> made once on her blog. It shall be the QOTD. She wrote it about me and it something I fondly remember nearly every day. I'm paraphrasing, I can't remember it all and she's deleted the post from her blog.<br />"I don't know who he is, but I promise he will be amazing. I don't know what the future holds for you, but knowing you....it will be an adventure."Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-49553204465779710352010-10-06T22:23:00.000-07:002010-10-06T23:07:02.512-07:00Troubled HeartI have found myself very troubled lately. It's actually something that has been plaguing me for quite some time. For the most part, I've kept it on the down low for the sake of not starting any arguments with anyone (I am a pacifist after all). But I feel now, after all this time, I should say something.<br /><br />I support Gay Marriage.<br /><br />I know that in being a member of the LDS church, this contradicts the church. But I just can't seem to see how alienating a population of the world is Christlike. I firmly believe in the principles and beliefs of the church, and I apply as much obedience to the commandments as I can (I'm not perfect, and guess what reader? neither are you). But I can't and refuse to agree with the church on this.<br /><br />This is going to anger some of you readers probably, but I don't believe being gay is a choice. I believe you are what you are, and that's the way God made you. I know, I know in the bible it says homosexuality is a sin. I know! But sometimes, things don't make sense and everything is a fiber on the greater fabric that is believing in God. I think that there are some things in this world that I will never understand and the whole choosing/not choosing to be gay is one of them. <br /><br />I understand that in saying that, some of you will think I'm rationalizing something away, but it's how I feel and trying to fight me on how I feel will get you nowhere. This isn't a post where I'm looking to fight with anyone or even engage in a debate. This is a post for me to say what I feel.<br /><br />The way I've lived my life since I started making decisions for my own life and my own beliefs has always been and will always be to treat everyone in a Christlike manner. Don't get me wrong, I don't ALWAYS adhere to that, there are times I'm a great big jerk, in fact in one particular instance I'm ALWAYS a jerk. I'm really mean about a crazy girl in my school program, and I know I should work on it. But I feel that overall, I try to look at everyone with Christlike eyes. <br /><br />I try to see everyone for the person that God created them as and find a reason why they are in my life. I love everyone for who they are and what they do for me and how they affect me, not because of their life choices. Just because I don't agree with their life choices doesn't mean that I have the right to be mean/cruel/unfair/rude/disrespectful to them. I don't have the right to make any sort of comment or judgment on their lives just as I would hope that they won't make judgments or comments on my life. Understand this though, I'm not an idle sitter by-er (oh hello Grammar, I forgot you existed!) If someone is downing something I believe in, you better believe I put them in their place.<br /><br />In a perfect world, people would look at everyone the way Christ looks at the whole world and recognize we are all people and we are all children of God and we are all connected. My only consolation is that the people who treat others UnChristlike will get their retribution. God will punish those who didn't treat others with a Christlike love and hurt and were cruel to those they refused to love. <br /><br />The way I see it, everyone has their demons. Everyone has something in their life that they are ashamed of. So if you are one of those people who don't have anything to be ashamed of or any demons, well then pick up your stone and you can throw it at me for supporting the gays. I'll stand firm where I am.<br />Batman Out.<br /><br />QOTD "I know who is in charge up there, I don't know what is going to happen, but I'm pretty sure EVERYONE will be surprised." -Robert Kirby.Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-16206070584056355692010-10-02T23:16:00.000-07:002010-10-03T00:15:05.300-07:00You are Not a Snowflake.I realize that I talk a lot about the frustrations of my dating life here, but I never talk about what I learn from them. I'm a firm believer that everything is a lesson in one way or another and I realize now that in the past 6 months, I haven't been looking for what I've been learning.<br /><br />Let me backtrack just a little bit, I've gotten back in to meditation since we tried it in my Psych class a few weeks ago. Generally my past meditations have been a solo journey, but Monica (my teacher) took us all in a whole different direction where we ended up surrounded by whatever people our subconscious decided to put in our path. I won't go into details (they are FAR too personal and would take too long to explain) but through my sessions of meditation, I've found the people that are appearing to me keep telling me the same thing. What have you learned.<br /><br />After speaking with a beloved young friend who is fresh off his first college heartbreak I gave him the advice to think of every relationship as a lesson. What has that heartbreak taught you. What did that girl/boy teach you about what you want? What have you learned about yourself. So much can be learned from a broken heart. <br /><br />I've had my fair share of heartbreak since I jumped into the dating scene 8 years ago at the tender age of 16. I've spent many a night crying myself to sleep. Many night pleading with the Lord to send me a "good one". There have also been nights where I've told the Lord I wasn't talking to him because once again he put someone in my life that hurt me. Luckily the Lord loves me and understands why I was mad.<br /><br />I've been in love exactly 2 times. Both times were extremely painful when they ended and I thought my whole world was over. But I got up the next day and had to keep living. I've had many times since where I thought I was in love when really it was just desperation, lust, or wishful thinking. But in my 8 years of boy chasing (okay, okay, it's been since like Kindergarten, but OFFICIALLY it's been 8)I've learned a thing or two. I would never call myself a dating guru, or even go so far as to say that I'm done learning.<br /><br />As much as I dislike Rascal Flatts, they have a point when it comes to learning from your dating life. In the song "Bless The Broken Road" there are a few lyrics that I think apply pretty well to what I've realized when it comes to heartbreak.<br /><br />"I think about the years I spent just passing through<br />I'd like to have the time I lost and give it back to you<br />But you just smile and take my hand<br />You've been there you understand<br />It's all part of a grander plan that is coming true"<br /><br />I'm starting to realize that all the pain I've felt is preparing me for my future husband. It may be in this life or the next I get him, but frankly...in order to deal with me, he's got to be a pretty FANTASTIC man. I know that whomever He puts in my path will be what I need. He won't be perfect and neither will I, but together we will work our best at being what the other person needs. <br /><br />I won't go in to a deep list of things that I myself have learned, but I will share a few humorous/heart-warming things I have learned.<br /><br />-(for my beloved young friend) When you look back through your life and think of the people you have had feelings for, about 75 percent of them you are going to say to yourself "What the crap was I thinking?" I promise.<br />-When you are at the point you think you might love someone, wait a week before blurting it out. You can and will be amazed at how quickly things can change in a week.<br />-Always give everyone you date the benefit of the doubt. I firmly believe in the "At least 2 dates" rule. Unless it's GLARINGLY obvious (public flatulence, proposal on the first date, affinities for fungi, or a deep seated dislike of something you deeply believe in(video games don't count!)) you should at least go on two dates. Everyone does dumb things on their first dates because everyone is always nervous.<br />-No texting on a first date. It's so rude.<br />-Kissing on the first date isn't necessarily a no no, but the reasoning why you are kissing on a first date should be deeply thought out. If it's to fulfill a physical need, go inside and kiss the mirror. If it's to connect romantically, then go right ahead.<br />-Let the guys make the move, they are better wired for it. On the other hand, if it's the third date and he hasn't made any physical contact we might have a shy guy on loose. Go ahead and make the move. Oh and gentleman....MAKE THE MOVE.<br />-Be wise enough not to be reckless, but brave enough to take great risks. Because really, faint heart never won fair lady.<br />-You have to love your whole self before you can give away a part of you to someone else.<br />-Being brave is really scary. Especially when it's your heart that you are putting out there.<br />-Everyone has been deeply hurt by someone they love. You are not a snowflake in this matter. Cutting yourself off from other people only deepens your hurt. Stop making yourself into a snowflake. It's annoying and a really bad excuse.<br />-Everyone has a crazy ex, don't hold that against them.<br />-Being a long term masochist is overrated. No one should ever be 100 percent miserable in a relationship. It's got to hurt a little bit every once in a while because people aren't perfect, but if it hurts all the time. IT'S NOT WORTH IT. <br /><br />In conclusion, life is nothing without other people. Loving someone else is hard work. But learning what you need to learn from a heartbreak is just as hard.<br /><br />Thank you I'm done turning myself into a "Chicken Soup for the Soul" book.<br />Batman out!<br /><br />Quote of the day: "To love someone else is to see the face of God"-Victor Hugo.Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-13777686139214543932010-09-01T20:06:00.000-07:002010-09-01T21:31:28.342-07:00The Lisa and Rachel ShowToday I'm going to switch gears from talking about me constantly and MY problems and MY problems with other people to talking about two people in my life who are AWESOME. Yes fine readers, you finally get to meet Rachel and Lisa my roommates!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAs37F0Ysy3y1yIfT_Q182KcxhOprwapfnrJyuJ9W9yDRCLdOhLcx9pIDQk_poaufLupBAqdt4vBfy_FChLkIlGxtOUd4s2rW02DJSIfxthk9saWfIPALxoX45JSiAShyphenhyphenJn0rjyvQcgdq6/s1600/DSCN4320.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAs37F0Ysy3y1yIfT_Q182KcxhOprwapfnrJyuJ9W9yDRCLdOhLcx9pIDQk_poaufLupBAqdt4vBfy_FChLkIlGxtOUd4s2rW02DJSIfxthk9saWfIPALxoX45JSiAShyphenhyphenJn0rjyvQcgdq6/s320/DSCN4320.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512149745636866450" /></a><br /><br /><br />This is Rachel, she's a spy.<br /><br />Stats<br />Age:23<br />Marital Status: Single, and ready to mingle<br />Sign: Pisces<br />Ethnicity: Albino <br />Likes: Violence, Mismatching her clothes, Tabbi (her turtle) movies with sad endings, Television shows on USA, Matt Smith's doctor, indie music, ice cream, Cafe Rio, boys with dark hair and dark eyes, shoes, and sleepy time.<br />Personality Type: INFP<br />Dislikes: Cooking, getting up early, romantic comedies, Barack Obama, Kirsten Dunst, talking to people on the phone, school, country music, healthy food, <br />Nicknames: Rachedoo, Miss Bagel, Rach, Remy, Rowan, Satan Spawn<br /><br />Rach and I have been roommates for a year now. She's amazing. Don't get me wrong, she's not perfect, but who is. She's funny and we have 15000 inside joke (you think I'm kidding but we really do) We have a habit of taking funny situations and remembering them later and turning them into stupid jokes. She's extremely patient with my mood swings and my flightiness. We also make a lot of inappropriate sex jokes including how if we ever met some of the celebrities we love we'd just immediatly start taking off our clothes. For the most part with the two of us...the fun never stops. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcOu-PS8YaXqQpXyOCAY1uOR-OepbgvHrzTVy_guHVJhJu25ChtfcQkQ6dkeh3AsuOb_gzRQ2AQBHQ3amcFiY7iTvibP-UWB87SjzeHeHshKgAwT0xtR65IYZNEDEuovIvhOwwnChjNwj_/s1600/DSCN3701.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcOu-PS8YaXqQpXyOCAY1uOR-OepbgvHrzTVy_guHVJhJu25ChtfcQkQ6dkeh3AsuOb_gzRQ2AQBHQ3amcFiY7iTvibP-UWB87SjzeHeHshKgAwT0xtR65IYZNEDEuovIvhOwwnChjNwj_/s320/DSCN3701.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512158077177555234" /></a><br /><br />This is Lisa, she's her own Anime show.<br /><br />Stats<br />Age:23<br />Marital Status: Pretty much engaged, sorry boys.<br />Sign: Virgo<br />Ethnicity: 1/2 Japanese 1/2 American <br />Likes: Old timey stuff, vintage looking clothing, cameos, EXTREME tea parties, BBC Miniseries, Jane Austen, Cooking, Organizing, party planning, books, ikea, target, Disney movies, and Totoro (among other cool Japanese cartoons)<br />Personality Type: ESFJ<br />Dislikes: School, diving underwater, ear piercing, money, confrontation, and paperwork<br />Nicknames: Parks, Risa-Chan, Lisa-Chan, Silly/Pretty Girl, Armitstead <br /><br />Lisa has only been my roommate since about April where we shared a TERRIBLE house with Rachel and one other roommate (long, long, LONG story). When we moved out of that place, she and I shared a room/closet/bathroom. We experienced each others nighttime idiosyncrasies (she talks in her sleep, I snore). We also share of love of old stuff and romantic cheesy comedies. <br /><br />They are both my best friends for completely different reasons and in different ways, but I love them. Not to mention they should both get medals of honor for dealing with this gal:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh7Zyvcvtpc7G0oQtpLVaknZLu2fCHc8gNHePTq4JAZ7yfkBTIgUPeExZgIgs2TGfwZoB5AHWU-bltw-8Vfr9P1nPFWrON3DbtOZYJ7E-k-RWf5YNnACUJdnrurvwrHv8xCtaW2wVc6HMq/s1600/DSCN4364.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh7Zyvcvtpc7G0oQtpLVaknZLu2fCHc8gNHePTq4JAZ7yfkBTIgUPeExZgIgs2TGfwZoB5AHWU-bltw-8Vfr9P1nPFWrON3DbtOZYJ7E-k-RWf5YNnACUJdnrurvwrHv8xCtaW2wVc6HMq/s320/DSCN4364.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512168804818726658" /></a><br />This is the three of us at Lisa's recent Nerd themed party (notice we're all wearing red shoes!)<br /><br /><br />Quote of the Day:<br />"When God closes a door, somewhere he always opens a window" Julie Andrews as Maria "Sound of Music"Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-7011560685438553202010-08-30T16:48:00.000-07:002010-08-30T17:13:01.740-07:00Small Rant ListI've got a few thing I need to rant about.<br /><br />-Okay, I'm sorry if you are a mom going back to school but like 85 percent of you 40 somethings are SO ANNOYING. Seriously. I'm glad you are going back to school and making something of your life, but CALM THE EFF DOWN. If you miss something important a teacher says, don't put the e brake on the class and demand the teacher repeat it. Stop telling us all how long it's been since you've been in school, WE KNOW okay?<br /><br />-I am a huge proponent of wearing PJ's as much as possible, but wearing them in public is getting old. You look like trailer trash. I will allow it if it's before 6 in the morning and you brought clothes with you to change. But staying in them until noon while you are at school looks SO TACKY. It's not that hard to throw on some jeans and a t-shirt no matter how early it is. You don't have to look amazingly poised and beautiful or anything, but especially at a school like mine (where you are getting intense career training, basically like you are working at the school) you should wear normal clothes. I don't even care if you wear track pants and a t-shirt but when your clothes are obviously made for sleeping in make you look like an idiot.<br /><br />-People who don't understand that you are making a joke, especially if it's HILARIOUS and they get offended.<br /><br />-Crazy students (see also moms at school). Case in point: Today I had both anatomy lecture and lab one right after the other. We covered essentially EXACTLY THE SAME THINGS in both classes like....literally the same thing. I mean our professor kept saying "This is exactly what you just learned in lecture" and there was this girl going ape crazy with her highlighters and pencils constantly changing colors and flamboyantly writing notes. She was writing and highlighting almost down to the sentence the same things she had looked at an hour before. It was extremely distracting for the rest of us trying to listen to our professor speak. <br /><br />-Math teachers who write illegibly. The numbers in the equations look GREAT, and the you write a word and suddenly you look like a serial killer. If you are teaching you should have nice handwriting. No exceptions.<br /><br />Thank you. End of Rant session.<br />Go Team!Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-80982960827397245512010-08-27T21:25:00.000-07:002010-08-27T21:36:24.604-07:00I'm sorryDear Readers-<br />I'm sorry I've been so absent from my blog. If you look at my posting dashboard, you'll see I've tried to start about 10 blogs and each one has a line or two and then I just couldn't find the pull to finish it. Yeah, I'm lazy. I've also been dealing with some down in the dumps lately. It's about 50 percent boy related, 25 percent school anxiety, and 25 percent hormones.<br /><br />Anyway, I'm once again finding myself lacking creativity for creating anything tonight. I did play my guitar for about an hour today! But when it comes to writing it comes and goes with the wind. Instead of my words I'm going to reprint a song from <span style="font-style:italic;">Brand New Eyes</span> by Paramore. I bought it about 3 days ago and I seriously can't stop listening to the music.<br /><br />I find it such a magical moment when you hear a song for the first time and it explains EXACTLY how you are feeling at that exact second. That's what happened with me an "All I Wanted". Yes this is directed at a specific boy. I might wax annoyed about him in the future. Here it be. At the bottom of the lyrics I also am putting a video with the actual song so you can get both a visual and an auditory feel for it.<br /><br />Think of me when you're out, when you're out there<br />I'll beg you nice from my knees<br />When the world treats you way too fairly<br />It's a shame i'm a dream<br /><br />All I wanted was you<br />All I wanted was you<br /><br />I think I'll pace my apartment a few times<br />And fall asleep on the couch<br />And wake up early to black and white re-runs?<br />That escaped from the mouth<br /><br />Oh-Oh<br /><br />All I wanted was you<br />All I wanted was you<br />All I wanted was you<br />All I wanted was you<br /><br />I could follow you to the beginning<br />And just relive the start<br />And maybe then we'll remember to slow down<br />To all of our favorite parts<br /><br />All I wanted was you<br /><br />All I wanted was you<br />All I wanted was you<br />All I wanted was you<br />All I wanted was you<br /><br /><object width="445" height="364"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8E8V62xH4z8?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8E8V62xH4z8?fs=1&hl=en_US&rel=0&color1=0x234900&color2=0x4e9e00&border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"></embed></object>Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-33039392530175619022010-08-11T23:32:00.000-07:002010-08-12T00:13:09.798-07:00Missing MissingI feel like the energy spent in missing something doesn't really ever hit you until you bring it back into your life. Even if it's only for a minute, or a night. It's a painful hit into your stomach when you realize how much you missed that person place or thing. <br /><br />Tonight I experienced that. It burns it's so painful to miss what I had tonight...As much as I'm loving life in Sandy, I miss my more sociable life in West Valley. I was well established in my church there with friends who were game to do anything and everything. I have no friends here in Sandy except for my roommates. I had a creative outlet there, and there isn't much time for me to have any kind of creative outlet. I work so much more than back when I lived in West Valley. I had adventures, I had a life back there. <br /><br />Tonight I ventured to the Empress to go to workshop with my beloved Jesters. I was sadly disappointed because the once strong Jesters are no more. The Empress looks different (I'm actually not a huge fan of the new paint job) I guess what I'm saying that I don't like change when it's blatantly made itself known in front of me. Even driving down 3500 south made me tear up a little. I drove down that road more times than I care to count, whether it be to the Empress, to Ashley's, the mall, etc. <br /><br />I'm aware that in little less than two weeks, I won't even have time to blink, much less have a social life, but I miss that facet of my life. I miss meeting people, learning their stories, and finding things I have in common with them. I miss having people.<br /><br />Anyway, I'm in a grumpy sad mood and I'm listening to sad music so yeah. <br /><br />Look forward to a Star Wars post coming soon!<br /><br />Quote of the Day:<br />I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so long. If we're in each other's dreams, we can play together all night. ~Bill Watterson, Calvin & HobbesBrittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-43626142089479052122010-07-31T19:51:00.000-07:002010-07-31T20:28:18.828-07:00Wizard Rock!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcJ1qa7Cb1vwLDw8QQx2_5jf66IFShDWJcl-BzCc5xHwlKIh1u3bXTWr03R_0ToW__AAGz8YXfthuTqtcNntr7h19bXVYvydiyt9BjvKreNp3xPkxV_o6D1RANEaAY-N0JlecZ7ZD52bDj/s1600/DSCN3720.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhcJ1qa7Cb1vwLDw8QQx2_5jf66IFShDWJcl-BzCc5xHwlKIh1u3bXTWr03R_0ToW__AAGz8YXfthuTqtcNntr7h19bXVYvydiyt9BjvKreNp3xPkxV_o6D1RANEaAY-N0JlecZ7ZD52bDj/s320/DSCN3720.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500272313235856146" /></a><br /> Lauren and Matt of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/armouredbearcub">Armored Bearcub</a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHf7JFKYrDpYRKteNRNbfe4fQ0b9OHlGoBnB2V5b6JbR4UJwcPWqYTY-0eczMhDV5GccRLeQbUE6ICGdLim2F0anbiQB7y2bXC_kpzVL2NXCqBLaEhCZW5IKWitqtV6jps-Xhug1YslI7/s1600/DSCN3719.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUHf7JFKYrDpYRKteNRNbfe4fQ0b9OHlGoBnB2V5b6JbR4UJwcPWqYTY-0eczMhDV5GccRLeQbUE6ICGdLim2F0anbiQB7y2bXC_kpzVL2NXCqBLaEhCZW5IKWitqtV6jps-Xhug1YslI7/s320/DSCN3719.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500272297723096354" /></a><br /> Kristina and Luke of <a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/ALLCAPSBAND">ALL CAPS</a><br /><br /><br />So this summer I had the opportunity to see my first wizard rock show! I was actually able to see not one, but TWO shows. First up was seeing the tour called ROFLCOPTOUR which featured such bands a The Moaning Myrtles, The Whomping Willows, The Parselmouths, Armored Bearcub, and ALL CAPS.<br /><br />I guess before I start telling you about the concerts, I should tell you what wizard rock is. It's music that is based on the book Harry Potter. The thing about wizard rock isn't so much about the actual music, it's more about the community. It's this group of loving, supportive, and amazing people who all share a love of a young wizard who saved the world. It spans the entire globe and all 50 states. It's brought forth an amazing charity organization called The Harry Potter Alliance who through this mutual love has helped bring awareness of the genocide in Darfur, brought books to citys and towns that have lost their libraries, and sent FIVE planes full of supplies to Haiti after the earthquake. <br /><br />It's this great movement to making the world better by being kind, nice, and showing love. After all it was Dumbledore who said "The weapon we have is love". It's something that the whole of the wizard rock movement has adapted to their lives and it's something I truly believe in too.<br /><br />Anyway, the first concert I went to was in Cody, WY. A VERY long drive away from where I live. My roommate Lisa and I drove 8 long hours to get to a show that was AMAZING. I met people who's music I've been following for about 3 years now. <br /><br />It was an eventful trip. Driving home Lisa and I got hit by a deer (this is Wyoming after all) and had to stay in a sort of gross hotel in Riverton, WY. Yeah, it happened and it was crazy. It was amazing to meet Kristina and Lauren. <br /><br />My second show was -Luckily- this time in Salt Lake City and it the headliner was the first Wizard Rock band I ever heard <a href="www.fightevilreadbooks.com">The Remus Lupins</a>. It was an amazing show. This tour was called The Next Great Adventour. The bands playing at this one were The Remus Lupins, Skyway Flyer, and Gred and Forge. I had never heard anything by Gred and Forge previously but I LOVE them, well actually Jarrod. He's the only actual member of the band. The most amazing thing though was Alex knew who I was. I was touched that he would remember me in the sea of people who follow him and that he's undoubtedly met. I think when I mentioned that I used to sign all of the post I would put on his myspace as "Your biggest fan in Utah" helped, but it was still sweet he remembered me.<br /><br />All in all it was so much fun to get to see them play live. I don't know when I'll have time again to see them. But I was glad it happened. Wizard rock is love. Love is all powerful.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJjlK804EDnleyNXVpX23TBxQpNr4T4_uh9wwE3oTpGpEMiE7gFGbgrK8ZxMPrIR64wLq58OFoGJTxo6UcFJ1fkYKUrEjunQIwRnVuAMg7OoMFfoQmlmqUAzcFGPItp5vET5AO_-9r0e8W/s1600/wizrockboys.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJjlK804EDnleyNXVpX23TBxQpNr4T4_uh9wwE3oTpGpEMiE7gFGbgrK8ZxMPrIR64wLq58OFoGJTxo6UcFJ1fkYKUrEjunQIwRnVuAMg7OoMFfoQmlmqUAzcFGPItp5vET5AO_-9r0e8W/s320/wizrockboys.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5500277018250637314" /></a><br />Meeting all the Wizard Rock Boys!<br /><br />Quote of The Day <br />"California dorks<br />We’re unforgettable<br />Disneyland like<br />Four times a week<br />Sunkist soda pop<br />and Flux Capacitors<br />Ohohohohoh Oh Ohohohohohoh"<br />-<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y1vc9uTK8ME">California Dorks by Jason Munday</a>Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-36738438360144915522010-07-05T12:27:00.000-07:002010-07-05T13:40:20.840-07:00Silence....WOW, did you just see that <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0Rn3vi2kJ48">tumbleweed</a> pass by? It has been a long while since I've been on here writing about my boring everyday life in a way that makes you guys laugh!<br /><br /><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QVS3WNt7yRU">But I am back</a> with a new resolve to better document my life on here. Today won't be a day of angry open letters or long involved rant sessions. It's a list of funny anecdotes/updates. Truth be told, I'd like to write a long rant because I'm in a TERRIBLE mood which probably is in part my own fault, but partly due to other people. A rant would be good, but I would probably say some things I regret, so I won't. So you get a haphazardly thrown together list of funny stories and updates.<br /><br /><strong>Funny Story #1</strong><br /><br />This last week Lisa (my roommate, more on her later) and I drove 8 hours to see a wizard rock band show in Cody, WY. Yes, I'm aware of how strange that sounds, but it was an adventure and I love me some adventure. Lisa was game for the long drive and so we road tripped it. I hate long car rides, but I enjoyed this because Lisa and I listened to music, talked about life, and I read to her out loud from a Norah Roberts book. Yes, a Norah Roberts book. Make all the jokes you want, but IT WAS FUN! The not so fun part was that while we were driving home from the concert (the same day) we had a deer hit us about 10 o clock at night. We ended up staying a kind of gross motel and then driving our sticky stinky selves home with a broken windshield and a driver side door that wouldn't open. The concert itself was amazing and I got to meet some people I've been wanting to meet for some 3 years now. It was a memory I'll have for a long time that I will revisit when I'm feeling sad. I also uttered a sentence that I thought would never fall from my lips "I'm glad to be back in Utah...where everything makes sense."<br /><br />Update #1<br />I'm finally back at work with full privileges now that my back is healed!! Oh you didn't hear? I hurt my back 2 weeks ago. Nothing bad of course, just a muscle strain. It was bad enough, however, that was enough to send me to the ER, and then take me off of work for two weeks. I was so bored out of my mind that I ended up doing crazy things/dressing in crazy clothes to stave off the boredom (see funny story #1).<br /><br />Update #2<br />I am also finally in my permanent apartment, at least for the next 6 months (that's how long our lease is). I plan to probably stay there longer, so long as everything is still working out with my roommates. I'm hoping to stay there for the entirety of my school career (May 2012). It's pretty great to not be living out of boxes, to put stuff on the walls, and to know (relatively) where everything I own is. I also picked up another roommate named Lisa (see funny story #1) who is pretty freaking awesome. We have a ton in common and I feel like she's one of my best friends already! Rachel is awesome, as usual. And the three of us are having a great time in our new place. I don't know how they put up with me some times.<br /><br />Cool Story #1<br />I got to spend 2 really great days with my photography idol, Cat Palmer and I gotta tell you, that woman is an amazing person. She is so confident, so cool, so personable. She made my self esteem go right through the roof with her amazing attitude. I had gone on a date the night before our first day together (it hadn't gone so well) and normally I would have been bummed, but she just assured me that I would someday find the right guy. And if I didn't? I'd be just fine. Seeing her artwork gave me a new found motivation to create my own art. It was an amazing blessing to be with her, to realize that no matter how I look, I am of worth. She makes everything look so beautiful, you can't help but feel 100 times better spending time with her.<br /><br />Funny Story #2<br />The cruise was AMZAZING and I had a great time turning 24 in Mexico. The surf lesson was one of the best ideas I've ever had. I was seriously tempted to just stay in Mexico and surf the rest of my life away with the whole Costa Azul family. They didn't make it easy for me to go back to the ship. They were all so cool. A whole family running a buisness together and a buisness that involved being at the beach every day? Count me in! Zip lining was also really really fun, and our two guides kept us laughing the whole time. We also took belly dancing lessons and I went ice skating. All in all it was an extremley worthwhile trip!<br /><br />I'm not going to talk about my dating life at present (it's a large portion of why I'm in such a bad mood today) but know there might be a post in the future about it.<br /><br />Cool Story #2<br />Lisa's boyfriend Austin brought us all three seasons of Avatar The Last Airbender. We immediately feel deeply in love with the show. It's funny, serious, lovely, and inteligent all at the same time. Because of that, I got really excited that the movie was coming out. I was very disapointed in how TERRIBLE the movie was. I hope that should they make a second movie, that they kick M. Night Shamalalmalaming out on his bad movie making ass.<br /><br />Anyway, that is all, I'm pretty much done talking about myself, but I promise, I won't go that long again without updating.<br /><br />Quote:<br />"I believe in the idea of the rainbow. And I've spent my entire life trying to get over it." Judy GarlandBrittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-4683061313227345152010-04-23T13:44:00.001-07:002010-04-23T13:51:52.216-07:00Tie your shoe!So as many of you have noticed/mentioned to me, I had to give up BEDA. Because of the move and finding myself without internet for about a week, I realized other things were more important. <br /><br />But it's a slow Friday afternoon and I am having a hard time keeping my eyes open so here is a random list I've been making in my head of things to mention. Have you noticed yet how much I like making lists? I really really do if you haven't noticed. Weird.<br /><br />~ Today I was walking down a hallway when one of the patients said to me "Stop right there, young lady" I turned around preparing for the worst when she bent down, and tied my shoe. It was one of the weirdest moments of my life. <br />~ Despite (or maybe because of) the rainy, cold weather today, my hair is at it's most fantastic, go figure. In other news, I pulled my hair into a miniscule ponytail last night. YAY!<br />~Yesterday I went with my roommies on a trip to Costco and bought these DELISH El Pollo Loco bowls. Yum diddily, I brought one to work today for lunch! <br />~There is a jewlery sale going on down in the main part of the hospital and I really want to go buy something from it. Curses, why do I have to be poor!!!!!!!!<br />~It's REALLY cold in here, I'm gonna go glance at the jewlery and get out of here (sans debit card so I can't buy anything!)<br /><br />Dag, yo!Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8359806150525480384.post-82147910166362423342010-04-12T15:26:00.000-07:002010-04-12T15:30:27.988-07:00Quotes!So today we had to take down our quote board and since we aren't taking it with us I've reprinted our quotes for posterity. Most of these won't make any sense to anyone beside me and Rachel.<br /><br />-"We need the smallest west pastable" Brittany<br />-"Oh shut up cup o' noodles" Rachel<br />-"Shirts are coming off, we are in buisness!" Brittany<br />-"Good job sweatshirt" Rachel<br />-"I made you a burger with salsa LOVE ME!!!!" Brittany<br />-"Oh, it looks like Christmas is fighting" Rachel<br />-"Why are we laughing, we should have been depressed for this" Brittany<br />-"No candy coated shit for you!" Rachel<br />-"Rachel I want to make sex to you" Brittany impersonating Michael Westen<br /><br />Ha, we are funny.Brittyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10337169024631157617noreply@blogger.com0