Friday, June 24, 2011

SUMMERFEST





















Here in Utah County every city has its 'days' or a week long summer celebration that includes a parade, a carnival, and for some cities a rodeo. well, this year the Hale Center Theater Orem was asked to give a concert in the park for the orem summerfest. And that included me. Linda Hale called and asked if I would like to sing Gimme Gimme


as part of their presentation. Of course I said yes!!! They let me wear a costume and the coolest hat ever!! The only problem was- the park was packed so I had to park several streets over and walk to the park in said costume. I got several weird looks from people along the way but whatever. I was a little nervous since there were a ton of people in the park but it wasn't too bad. The stage was awesome and there was a set of speakers facing me so I could actually hear myself- which is always a plus. I had SO much fun!!! I would totally do it again- it was an amazing opportunity.

Continue in Patience

I was looking through some videos today and I found one that goes well with my Limbo post. Watch video here I guess that's what i'm learning...to wait for my second marshmellow.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Gorgeous music

North and South has The BEST musical score ever!! Click here to listen. It totally makes me want to play the violin- and really someday I will. I LOVE IT!!

Limbo

I'm going to get slightly personal on this- so if you are looking for a good laugh this probably isn't your post. I really should pick up my journal -that I never use- and write this there, but perhaps someone else is feeling the same way and will relate to this post. maybe not.

Limbo. Defined as, and intermediate, transitional, or midway state or place. That's what my life feels like right now. That is not something I'm used to feeling. I always have a goal I'm working toward. Always. I think, I see, and I achieve. that's who I am. That's who I've always been...until now. Don't get me wrong, its not because I'm not thinking or seeing...I am. Its just that every time I move forward I get yanked back.

To be honest, the one thing I really want to do is get married and start a family. But I can't really do that on my own and I have really no options on my doorstep right now. So, I made secondary plans to get my MBA. But every time I move forward with that decision something gets in my way to slow it down or prevent it from happening altogether. which leads me to believe that right now, maybe that isn't where I am supposed to be.

so where am I supposed to be? Because right now I am doing the same thing, day in and day out. its basically killing me. how? well you see, I can't stand to feel unproductive- so since I'm not "accomplishing" much or working on any long term goals right now- I manage to fill my life so full of other things that I wear myself out physically. Hundreds of little things in a week that are good, some are better, but not all are best for me.

I know where I'd like to be, and what I'd like to be doing. But I also know better than to act on a decision I know isn't right for me. So I'm learning to be patient in all things. I'm learning to trust in the timing of my Heavenly Father. I know he loves me-so I will continue to trust in his plan for me- even if it is one of the hardest things I've ever had to do.

Monday, June 20, 2011

Check Yes or No

A few weeks ago we had our first official stake conference as a young single adult stake. Hello meat market! Anyway, there was a girl sitting in front of me, you know the type, super tan, platinum blond, lots of make up and fake eyelashes-the ideal picture of beauty. All of a sudden this note comes down the row to be given to her. Its from a guy at the end of my row-and it says, "will you have dinner with me? check yes or no" REALLY?!?! did that just happen?? indeed it did. I'm sure he thought he was being totally cute and charming but she put the note away and totally blew him off. It was like a scene from a teenage movie. Guess you can't check yes or no after kindergarten. Sorry George, but this is NOT how love goes.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

Correction....

I was reading through some of my old blog posts, because I wanted to make sure I was not going to duplicate a blog-yikes, and I realized that I wrote a blog that was untrue. ( See BLOG HERE ) I claimed that I couldn't handle a cowboy because I am too much of a city girl and the big big lie was that I like to shop. I read it and thought- who wrote this??? Truth is- only half that blog was true.

Truth:

I don't want a man who ALWAYS smells like horse poo
I do want a man who has a normal weekday job
I do want a man who plays cowboys on the weekends
I do work retail and I was born and raised in the suburbs of California

False:

I love shopping.
I am not country at all
I don't find real cowboys attractive

I don't know what I was thinking. I HATE to shop and I love cowboys! I find them incredibly attractive. I just like the stability that comes with a normal job. I'm all about horses and chaps after work and on weekends. I may have been born and raised in the suburbs but it doesn't mean I don't like country things- I just never had the chance to try any of it. Did I even know one person who owned a horse?? no I didn't. so how was I supposed to ever ride one? I wasn't even exposed to country music until I was 13- it just wasn't cool in my ghetto town. I don't mind getting dirty- I just want to know so I can dress appropriately.

Really you could say I'm a half blood. My dad was born and raised in Cali but my mom is from Utah. My dad's mom was a shopper and liked nice things. But my mom's dad and brothers are hunters who own livestock and such. so yes, I do own some nice things and I like to get dressed up and look my best...but that doesn't mean I never want to get dirty or ride a horse in the rain and mud. I'm not country all the time but I do love it some of the time- to say I'm a complete fake is not a correct representation at all. I just never had the chance to explore the option of doing country things. I felt like I insulted my self and my grandfather by suggesting I was a fake. If I could find myself a half and half cowboy he would be perfect.