The Life and Times of a Part Time Dreamer....

Why do we read? We read so that we don't have to make mistakes, so we can learn truth, so we better understand the human condition. We write to learn to express ourselves clearly, to express truth, in hopes that we will make a difference in someone else's life regardless of if they gain the initial message we tried to send. As writers and readers we sit together and share what we have gleaned as far as truth and beauty. The writers try to understand how they too can write so it makes a change in others. The readers discuss the truth they discovered and help each other to come to other conclusions. No one is right or wrong. Everyone has gained some better understanding of others, life, emotion, or their self simply through reading and pondering. You do not need to be a great writer or reader to gain truth through reading. The writer does not have to write truth for the reader to have come away with a better understanding of the truth. Even if the only thought they come aw...

Anyone who knows me can tell that I am a worrier.  Despite the rather intelligent head I have on my shoulders I constantly have a running commentary of worries chatting away in the back of my mind.  It causes me a lot of background stress in my life, especially if I can't control what I'm worrying over.  Lately the issue at hand has been: When I get married, will I be ready to handle all that growing up? Will I be able to be the wife I desperately want to be? "Probably not." Says the common sense in the back of my head.  But here's the neat part about today. I was pondering that worry for probably millionth time this week, while walking to stake conference with my roommate who is also getting up close and personal with the marriage issue.  We had discussed our mutual discouragements earlier and now walked in silence to campus.  We sat down together and I took a deep breathe trying to dispel the stress knot forming in my chest. W...

If wishes were spoonfuls of mint chocolate chip ice cream I would have enough to swim in. But as impossible as that sounds I have a feeling that most of my wishes aren't that far out of reach anymore. Funny how being engaged to the man you're in love with will do that to you. My favorite wishes are already set in motion simply because I have him in my life. My Wish to be married and loved, To have someone to love, someone to share what I love with. But my favorite wish I have been pondering ever since Mom handed me my first dolly and told me now I had my own baby just like she did when my first brother was born. To have a family of my own. Someday I want to be called Mommy by a little girl who has put her shoes on wrong and wants to help me make cookies. I want to cuddle up on the couch with my little family of boys and girls and read them stories before bedtime and share the scriptures with them. I want to teach them who they are and how much their heavenly fathe...

Missing someone. Now, why would something like that happen to any of us? Come to think of it, do we really miss them, or just their presence?Perhaps we miss only what they did for us? But this is not he point my friends. We miss them. Whether it's their affect, the love we have for them, or just that they were a warm body to sit next to, we still hold an aching space for them when they are absent. No one has died, no one has moved away, and those who are going soon have yet to leave. But I have discovered that my missing loved ones in my life is not wrong. I't not against some moral code that sports the words "Missing anyone for longer than a little while is unnecessary and a waste of time. It makes you a weak and miserable person to be around." My emotions are perfectly valid. Feeling a loss when someone I care for is removed from my immediate life is normal and natural. Too often when I confess my loss I am bombarded with attempts to bury the feelings, ma...

we cooked and baked poked each other with cooking utensils  Gave out many a free hug! There's just something about that shirt that makes me irresistible. We prepared to commit much craziness! we look good in yellow! Fear us! The fearsome pee pirates!!! BEST KICKBALL TEAM EVER! Somehow we managed to make it through that crazy semester with so many memories and a crazy concentrated amount of learning and growing.  This next one promises to be even more fun!

This is all the fun awesomeness that happened last semester! life was great and now we are moving onward and upward to a new semester of beautiful fun!

 I felt like such a kindergartner as me and my roomies prepared for our first morning of running around campus. We packed our backpacks, lunches, and complimented each other on our outfits picked especially for this morning. We made sure to take a picture as we got ready to leave just like our mommies used to every time we walked out the door to catch the stinky bus in our Elementary days.  I felt like I was in an extra large high school where my classes are incredibly far apart. I became a figurative piece of toast as each of my professors slathered what i felt was too much intellectual butter on me. I cam home feeling swamped and in a bad need of a shower. After the initial shock had worn off of the fact that I had a mountain of paperwork to do before morning not to mention I needed to attend several other events other than my essential classes, I made it a point to dig my self out of one hole by unpacking. This first week has b...