thursday tidbits

* "you're a girl. so do you wear dora pull-ups?" spencer asked me when I was getting him into his diego pull-ups while babysitting earlier this week. he originally wanted to wear dora, but his mom told him they were only girl pull-ups.

*one of my new two-liners came from our saturday night session from stake conference last week. while watching the movie Emma with my mom, i heard the similar saying last night: "its our imperfections that make us perfect for each other". or "we can be fully aware that we are imperfect people, but that's what makes us perfect for each other." i have come to hope and realize that i want to marry someone who is different from me. very different. it'll make life all the more fun. and entertaining. and aggravating. just the way i like my life.

*i was at the eye doctor for an appointment on tuesday-minding my own business, sitting by myself-with my eyes glued in a book and this random middle-aged guy began talking to me all the way across the waiting room. everyone was eavesdropping. he told me i had pretty eyes. and then kept talking to me. all the way from the other side of the room. weird. i felt awkward.

*i just realized that one day, i'll fall in love for the last time. i'm tired of the saying "your first love." to my "last love" i hope he has great music tastes because i'm stoked to share an itunes account.

sharing a talent

I have been so grateful for my love, passion, and talent of music. This year i have had the opportunity to play my flute in church for more than just the usual easter/christmas sundays. I have always enjoyed sharing my talent with others, especially when it can be in a form of worship. Accompaniment is much easier to play, you never really have to worry about moving your fast little fingers in a more performance/showy manner. Its all about some tone and vibratto and maybe a few runs and Walllaaaa!!! It sounds gorgeous.

I love my flute, a gift from my parents that cost an arm and a leg. It's truly a miracle that my flute has been able to forgo my destructive habits to many of my possessions. It was a very tough decision to decide not to take the road and major in music at BYU. I was so close, already working on my pieces for the audition by my junior year in high school. I'll always be able to use my piano abilities in life, but i'm grateful for these sweet opportunities to play my flute.

In April I played for my Stake Conference at BYU. The choir sang one of my all-time favorites, Come Thou Fount by Mack Wilberg. I thought it was going great and sounded beautiful at rehearsal until the sound lady at the De Jong Concert Hall (where we have stake conference) came and miked me up to be heard even more:)it was so great to play my little heart and testimony out to a thousand plus of my peers and to two general authorities. I was shocked at how many people thanked me. I knew it was because they felt the Spirit by the beauty of the music. Its a special feeling knowing you were a part of that.

Then at the end of April I was visiting with Bales in Southern California for the weekend. Her dad's the Bishop and she warned me of his heavy sarcasm. So, I dished it right back at him. He found out I had played in Stake Conference and joked about me playing in church that Sunday. I told him to put me on the program. And he did. I had a fun time playing for a congregation of random strangers. Her ward is really really really small. I doubt they have the opportunity to have special musical numbers with instruments very often. I was touched to know that one inactive sister who happened to come that Sunday had a special connection with the hymn i played. Once again, I was surprised by the warm fuzzy feeling I received as persona after person came and gave me a hug or shook my hand.

Once again today I had the opportunity to play in Stake Conference (this time in Georgia). Music may just be my greatest passion and love on this Earth-save only my love for children and the longing i have to be a mother.) Music has always touched me. Whats touched me even more is watching my prayers be answered, that I may be an instrument in the Lord's hands to touch others with his Spirit.

BIG RED

i get attached to things, people, places. you enter my life and give me something i need and BAM, you're in my heart. friends, beautiful sunsets, mountains, family members or whether its my baby blanket, bed, sheets, dog, or my all-time favorite truck we've ever owned: BIG RED.



I forgot how much i love this 1991 ford 150. cab bucket seats. sticky gear shift. broken clock/radio thing-i never can tell what the time is or what station im listening too. its the first car i drove (at 13in the church parking lot). i love the radio. and how many times i have left the lights on and killed the battery. or how i can do so many cool magic tricks with it;)

i was admiring big red before i began mowing the lawn. i don't detest this, but i have issues. oh the things we do for love (like mowing the lawn for our fathers)

if you don't get the drift, here's a better picture with more grass in that will be cut shortly, after my quick water break:)

entertainment of the day

I've watched this way too much. I love it. Makes me miss every BYU dance I have ever been too:(. You'll probably want to pause that annoying music at the bottom of my blog to listen to this...its grand:)

Blahging

It's distressing when you mean to do something and it never gets done. Like cleaning my bathroom. Or blogging. Unfortunately, I have yet again misplaced my (3rd) USB junk drive. This time, it's not somewhere in the BYU library or in the Wilk's Lost and Found. It has to be in my house. On this little black plastic thing is some photos that I have been meaning to put on this blog. So since many of these posts have yet to be published, my draft inbox has been steadily increasing.

I like blogs. I really do. Although I am quite the blog stalker. But then again, I am a stalker (big surprise to my friends). I'm always just happening on cool things whether it be through Facebook or blogs or websites about people that I know. Usually people I like, or who my brothers might like. Because of this trait, I tend to have to be careful what I tell people about what I know about them. But, they did put it on the web, so its all legal right? Wouldn't want to freak them out.

I do have some aversions to blogs though. Yes, they are time-consuming. Yes, some blogs have the "all about me syndrome" [like mine ):] and Yes, they take away from people face-to-face communication. But I learn from my friends blogs. I like people. And you don't get the good stuff sometimes just by having a conversation.



Also, I have thoughts that I prefer to keep. Memories that I want to hold onto. Cool music and videos that I might like-and get tired of. I use to keep this blog completely to myself and finally gave in and allowed very few friends to who might be so bored they might actually reaed what runs through a single 19 year-old's brain (which is why i have YET to receive my first comment from a post!) One friend said she was tired of having her "journal-of-thoughts" mumbled and jumbled in her brain. I can relate. Sometimes i get so caught up on categorizing an amazing idea or thought, that I never write it down; and then poof! it disappears. This is my type of journaling, my scrapbooking, my semi-organized scattered brain.

It's what I'm thinking of on a Saturday morning as I look for my USB port and lament for those (temporary) lost photos and many posts in my draft box; and, of course before I go swim with my 3 year old neighbor Spencer:)

a country that i love

my eldest brother is in afghanistan. wow. I LOVE HIM. come monday and he'll be there for an entire week. one week down...51 to go. i love that my brothers are patriotic and serve this country. honestly, i have never felt the need myself to join the services, but i feel i can do a lot by being supportive. i think i might be taking jim's deployment harder than most in my family (a surprise to me). i don't care how much i hear that he's safe and will be fine (im sure he will), but that doesn't change the fact that i have a brother at war. war, is a scary word. the statistics of him getting hurt or having experiences that no one should have, have dramatically increased. its sad that its not until nowthat i have actually taken the time to want to know everything about this war. its not until now, that i want to read our constitution and declaration of independence (my goal is to read it before july 4). but its the truth. im 19, and should know a bit more about a country that i love.