Thursday, September 6, 2012

The Parable of the Weeds

 There are many admirable traits of my parents but one of the best traits that my parents possess is that they take every opportunity to teach me and my siblings. One of the most memorable lessons happened in the dreaded garden, every summer, for ten years. "The Parable of the Weeds." Everything I need to know for life I learned in my mother’s garden.

My mom takes pride in her garden. It’s not your typical garden with four tomato plants, small row of beans, a pumpkin plant, and you’re done. Her garden is a twenty-four foot by thirty foot chunk of yard that my mom tends to almost more than her twenty-year old daughter. Weeding the garden was my least favorite thing to do and something I always dreaded.

While weeding my mom’s garden on the early summer mornings, my mom would have me take out my iPod and listen to what she has learned from the weeds. She taught me that we could both go out and weed every day for a short amount of time or not very often for a very long time. The longer we waited to go out and weed the harder our job became. She compared different weeds to different behaviors. She taught me about the weed called "Morning Glory" that would spread itself out across the garden, wind around the strawberry plants and "strangle" them. The Morning Glory was always easy to pull out, as long as it was pulled before it had wrapped around the plant. Different behaviors in people’s lives can, just like the morning glory, strangle us and end up killing us spiritually, morally, or even physically. I never really appreciated these valuable moments with my wonderful mom until after I moved out and realized my mom had taught me an important lesson about work. The lesson I learned from my mom all those summer mornings in the garden can be summed up in a phrase from President Gordon B. Hinckley that is hanging above our kitchen window showcasing a perfect view of the garden:

 “Without work, nothing grows but Weeds.”

After working in my garden I came to adopt that saying. In life I feel that the best thing that a person can do is work their hardest and be proud of what they have accomplished. Through hard work, and hard work alone, a man can get what he wants most in his life. That lesson is happening more in my life now than it ever has. As I start my third year of college I constantly have to remind myself that life is hard work. And if I work hard enough, just like my mom's garden, I know that the fruits (and vegetables) of my labor will completely pay off.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

I had a good title for this post, but now I can't remember.

I finally saw "The Vow" tonight...

...And I didn't like it. I know, it ended happy, but I spent the entire hour and forty minutes being so sad. So I decided, I am not Nicholas Spark's and sappy chick flick's biggest fan. Those movies make me way sad, and I would rather be happy. So that's what I'm going to be.

The funniest thing happened...

About a week ago I drove to Salt Lake to celebrate my beautiful and talented little sister's 17th birthday! It was so fun to watch the Minor League baseball team play and see my family! I love them so much (my family, not the baseball team)!

Because of work I showed up couple minutes behind everyone else by myself, without any conversation with Mel before I arrived. I walk into the room that Mel is in and both of us can't help but to laugh, and laugh hard because of the hilarious coincidence that had happened:

I guess great minds think alike!

Happy Birthday Mel mel! I love you so much and am so excited for you and all your future experiences!

Thursday, April 19, 2012

April 19, 1996

Sixteen years ago today, when I was four years old I fell off and was run over by a riding lawn mower. After being life flighted to the hospital, my doctors and family members were worried about my physical well-being and my ability to even walk again. The doctors took good care of me and after many surgeries, days in a hospital bed, weeks in a wheelchair, and months in a cast, I was on my feet again. I played my soccer game, tumbled, snowboarded, and ran track. I even beat the boys in my grade and set school records. There are still times that people in public will stare, point, and whisper about the scar they see. Although the big and ugly scar is a constant reminder of that setback, to me it is a message of the power of the Atonement. Reminding me that I am a daughter of God who loves me and I will one day be whole again. But until then, I’ll keep beating all the boys.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Happy Valentines Day!

Boy do I need to blog more! I've failed to post so many things that instead of trying to play catch up, I'm just going to start doing better. 

I'm a little fast on the post but I want to talk about Valentines Day. And I'll try to post another one on the actual "Holiday."
Yes, I did put quotes around the holiday part because I don't really consider Valentines Day an actual holiday, however, I think it is retarded when people (mostly girls) go off on how much they hate "Singles Awareness Day."

Although Valentines is always way better when you have a special someone to spend it with- What's wrong with having a day dedicated to love?
I know I am perfectly capable of doing this any day of the year, but I appreciate having a day where I can send a letter to, give a package to, or make some treats for the people who I really love and care for and aren't just my boyfriend.
Not to mention how much I enjoy dressing in red hues.

So everyone, Happy Valentines Day from apartment 53!
We hope you have a fantastic day of love!


Tuesday, January 3, 2012

Guilty Pleasure

I'll just come out and say it- I love watching The Bachelor, and The Bachelorette. I watched the first couple seasons with my sisters and mom, lost interest for a while, then last June my best friend got me back onto it.
I really couldn't tell you why I enjoy it; It could be the beautiful men, the most-likely scripted dialogue, or gorgeous dresses (some of them at least). I just love watching it.
So, it goes without saying that I watched the premiere tonight- and I just want to  put one question out into the cyber void:

Why do the people from Salt Lake ALWAYS seem like the weird, rude, and drama queens (and king)?
Are there any normal Utahns applying to be on the show?