So even though I graduated a while ago summer is finally kicking in.
Movie nights, bonfires, dancing in the street, and of course weddings are what fill my summer time.
I'm excited to see what new adventures this summer has in store for me. Will it be another summer fling? A teaching job? Or just lots of new friends? I can't wait to move into this chapter of life.
I have a lot of free time now. If you are bored and enjoy baking, sewing, dressing up in weird things and taking pictures, crafting, acting like a 5 year old, or exploring nature I can be your next best friend! Let's play and make lots and lots of summer memories together!
Also Jordan gets home in 12 days!!!
P.S. Here is what has been stuck in my head today.
Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Sunday, May 27, 2012
Family Names
So my family is just sitting in our living room chatting and randomly my father says "if I can have any say never name any of your children Tony." I think this came after Em talked about naming her children after her favorite Real Salt Lake players... So then we got on the subject of family names.
My first name really didn't come from anywhere in particular. My middle name, Jan, came from the shortened form of my grandma Janet and the female form of John (that is my dad's real first name, most people don't know that though, everyone calls him Troy).
So now I am looking at my pedigree chart at the names I like and would possibly name children after.
Here are a few:
Girls:
Flora
Viola
Mercy
Ruby
Adeline
Boys:
Jack
Ernest
Hyrum
Merlin
Nicholas
Willis
Honestly not many great boy names... maybe my mystery husband will have something to offer in that area.
Where does your name come from?
My first name really didn't come from anywhere in particular. My middle name, Jan, came from the shortened form of my grandma Janet and the female form of John (that is my dad's real first name, most people don't know that though, everyone calls him Troy).
So now I am looking at my pedigree chart at the names I like and would possibly name children after.
Here are a few:
Girls:
Flora
Viola
Mercy
Ruby
Adeline
Boys:
Jack
Ernest
Hyrum
Merlin
Nicholas
Willis
Honestly not many great boy names... maybe my mystery husband will have something to offer in that area.
Where does your name come from?
Sunday, May 20, 2012
Tears
I am one big cry baby. I cry a lot. I am waiting for the day when my tears run out.
I have cried a lot this weekend. Cried for my broken heart, cried for the pain of my siblings, cried for honestly no reason at all.
Crying is how I relieve stress.
Today is Sunday. I will probably shed a few tears at church. I cry when I feel the spirit.
Sometimes I watch movies that I know will make me cry just so I can cry.
If I see you crying I will cry also.
I have shed tears for happy times, in times of sickness, and in times of death.
I am a private crier. I hold tears in until I am alone if at all possible. That is unless I really trust you. If you have seen me really cry, not that simple stuff at church and stuff, but truly cry my eyes out, considered yourself one of my best friends.
When my uncle passed away I wouldn't cry. I didn't allow myself to, that is until his funeral. That is when I broke down.
One thing I learned this weekend is that crying while driving is not good. Makes your eyes all foggy.
One thing I love about crying is the peace that always comes after I cry. These are the times that I can really feel the love Jesus Christ has for me. Often I feel very alone at the beginning of my tears, but by the end I never ever feel alone.
Monday, May 14, 2012
The Dating Life of Melissa
Today I was talking to my mom's friend about marriage. (This is a common topic in my life because I am a 22, single, college graduate, Mormon and marriage is supposed to be the next step in my life haha) We somehow got into my dating history. Ever since talking to her I have had this topic on my mind. So, lucky you! I am going to share for all to read the dating life of me. Don't worry, I will spare you some of the details.
Having a boyfriend came at a very early age for me and my friends. In kindergarten we all had crushes. Some of those crushes eventually turned into having a boyfriend. This only meant that no one else could like that boy. In first grade came kissing tag, and by the time we were in third grade we not only had boyfriends, we married them at recess. Veil, vows, rings and all. The best part came the next day when we had divorce court and divorced from our recess marriage. Fourth and fifth grade dawned the days of boys vs. girls. Sixth grade brought a truce and the boyfriends were back. This time we were brave enough to hold hands, but never speak or look at each other...
Junior high was much like 6th grade. Having a boyfriend really meant nothing.
Along came high school...
At first I only went on dates. No single boy caught my fancy. Sophomore and junior year were filled with fun dating, but never anything "serious." Senior year started out much the same. And then along came Smarty Pants. He was shy. I was not. Something about him drew me in. Our friends did everything they could to get us together, and then one day we were dating. We spent so much time together. We were "in love." Then we broke up, and then got back together, and then broke up again. (My friends hated this) We broke up again. I was miserable. We tried to be friends. It was hard. I am a flirt to the core and quickly found new suitors. Nothing ever "serious" until the day I graduated. There was one particular boy that I LOVED to flirt with. He was so fun. He shall be called Mr. Bowling. Mr. Bowling and I had a wonderful time together at our all-night graduation party. Our relationship grew from there. Summer was amazing because of him; going to fireworks, having bonfires, and just playing in the park. The end of summer came. We both knew that it would be hard to keep our relationship going. We were going to different universities and we both knew it was time to move on. This break-up wasn't as hard.
College started. I was so intimidated. I didn't even think about dating for a whole month. Something weird happened. Smarty Pants came back into my life. We quickly fell in love again. We talked about getting married after his mission. This did not last very long. One day we quite talking. It was over. I was so broken. My roommates had to get me going everyday and keep me happy. I cried a lot. After a while I was back to my flirting. At the end of the school year, I met the Jerk. He didn't start out as the Jerk. My best friend Jamie gave him my number and we hit it off very quickly. We had fun for a while and then I started noticing little things about him that were not very good. He started smoking and swearing around me. I was stupid and did not run. I ignored the warnings I was getting and just went right on dating the kid. One night we were at his house alone. He had his mind set on more then a few kisses. I refused. He called me awful names. I left. I hated him.
I moved back to school. I didn't date much that year. I had my eye on a few boys, but somewhere along the way I had lost my flirt. That summer was also void of dating.
Junior year of college started. I had my eye on a cute boy, but I was still wary about dating. I just didn't try. One weekend I was at home and my best friend Jamie wanted to go to breakfast. A group from high school went. We had so much fun. I was reunited with an good friend that I crushed on in high school. We started talking more. He came up a few times and I helped him get ready for school the next fall. I moved home. We started hanging out more. We went to our friends wedding party. That night I knew I liked him A LOT. It was another summer filled with fun. This time was different though. He made me want to be better. We went to institute together. Everything we did was so uplifting. One night we were talking and he brought up that he wanted to be just friends. Instead of crying or feeling hurt I felt peaceful. He became my best friend. We both moved up to school. I met new boys. I started spending a lot of time with the Geek. The Geek was sooo good to me. He took me to a fancy place for my birthday. I liked him a lot. For a week we didn't talk. I was worried. On Friday we talked. He told me he was done doing the church thing. We stayed together. That didn't last very long. He broke up with me. I was hurt (I always am).
Life moved on and here I am. We will see what the future brings.
Having a boyfriend came at a very early age for me and my friends. In kindergarten we all had crushes. Some of those crushes eventually turned into having a boyfriend. This only meant that no one else could like that boy. In first grade came kissing tag, and by the time we were in third grade we not only had boyfriends, we married them at recess. Veil, vows, rings and all. The best part came the next day when we had divorce court and divorced from our recess marriage. Fourth and fifth grade dawned the days of boys vs. girls. Sixth grade brought a truce and the boyfriends were back. This time we were brave enough to hold hands, but never speak or look at each other...
Junior high was much like 6th grade. Having a boyfriend really meant nothing.
Along came high school...
At first I only went on dates. No single boy caught my fancy. Sophomore and junior year were filled with fun dating, but never anything "serious." Senior year started out much the same. And then along came Smarty Pants. He was shy. I was not. Something about him drew me in. Our friends did everything they could to get us together, and then one day we were dating. We spent so much time together. We were "in love." Then we broke up, and then got back together, and then broke up again. (My friends hated this) We broke up again. I was miserable. We tried to be friends. It was hard. I am a flirt to the core and quickly found new suitors. Nothing ever "serious" until the day I graduated. There was one particular boy that I LOVED to flirt with. He was so fun. He shall be called Mr. Bowling. Mr. Bowling and I had a wonderful time together at our all-night graduation party. Our relationship grew from there. Summer was amazing because of him; going to fireworks, having bonfires, and just playing in the park. The end of summer came. We both knew that it would be hard to keep our relationship going. We were going to different universities and we both knew it was time to move on. This break-up wasn't as hard.
College started. I was so intimidated. I didn't even think about dating for a whole month. Something weird happened. Smarty Pants came back into my life. We quickly fell in love again. We talked about getting married after his mission. This did not last very long. One day we quite talking. It was over. I was so broken. My roommates had to get me going everyday and keep me happy. I cried a lot. After a while I was back to my flirting. At the end of the school year, I met the Jerk. He didn't start out as the Jerk. My best friend Jamie gave him my number and we hit it off very quickly. We had fun for a while and then I started noticing little things about him that were not very good. He started smoking and swearing around me. I was stupid and did not run. I ignored the warnings I was getting and just went right on dating the kid. One night we were at his house alone. He had his mind set on more then a few kisses. I refused. He called me awful names. I left. I hated him.
I moved back to school. I didn't date much that year. I had my eye on a few boys, but somewhere along the way I had lost my flirt. That summer was also void of dating.
Junior year of college started. I had my eye on a cute boy, but I was still wary about dating. I just didn't try. One weekend I was at home and my best friend Jamie wanted to go to breakfast. A group from high school went. We had so much fun. I was reunited with an good friend that I crushed on in high school. We started talking more. He came up a few times and I helped him get ready for school the next fall. I moved home. We started hanging out more. We went to our friends wedding party. That night I knew I liked him A LOT. It was another summer filled with fun. This time was different though. He made me want to be better. We went to institute together. Everything we did was so uplifting. One night we were talking and he brought up that he wanted to be just friends. Instead of crying or feeling hurt I felt peaceful. He became my best friend. We both moved up to school. I met new boys. I started spending a lot of time with the Geek. The Geek was sooo good to me. He took me to a fancy place for my birthday. I liked him a lot. For a week we didn't talk. I was worried. On Friday we talked. He told me he was done doing the church thing. We stayed together. That didn't last very long. He broke up with me. I was hurt (I always am).
Life moved on and here I am. We will see what the future brings.
Sunday, May 13, 2012
I Love My Momma
Happy Mother's Day to everyone!
I am always grateful for my momma, but today is a great day to really think about her amazing life.
My mom does everything. She is a kindergarten teacher. That in itself shows how amazing she is. I love going around North Ogden with my mom because she is like a celebrity. We can't go anywhere without at least one child running up to her and being so excited to see her.
My mom is also a faithful church member. She is currently serving as a stake young women's leader. For most of my time as a young woman she was the young women's president in my ward. I loved having her around. Girls Camp was always a much more spiritual experience with her there.
My mom serves our community. She is on the board for AYSO in this area. She works hard to help keep a soccer program in our community. She is also the epitome of "Soccer Mom." She is at every game, cheering us on, getting mad at the refs, and playing taxi driver; although she has downsized from the typical minivan.
My mom has taught me so much. She is my best friend. She is there when I am have a broken heart, which tends to happen a lot. She is there when I need help with school. She is often the tool Heavenly Father uses to bless my life. She has taught me what it means to have faith and trust in the plan. My mom is a breast cancer survivor. She never doubted our Heavenly Father and He blesses her for that. For a long time my dad didn't have a job. My mom quickly found employment and has supported our family ever since. The stress of life is hardly noticeable in her. She has taught me how important it is to go to the temple. She is amazing. I love her so much!
I am always grateful for my momma, but today is a great day to really think about her amazing life.
My mom does everything. She is a kindergarten teacher. That in itself shows how amazing she is. I love going around North Ogden with my mom because she is like a celebrity. We can't go anywhere without at least one child running up to her and being so excited to see her.
My mom is also a faithful church member. She is currently serving as a stake young women's leader. For most of my time as a young woman she was the young women's president in my ward. I loved having her around. Girls Camp was always a much more spiritual experience with her there.
My mom serves our community. She is on the board for AYSO in this area. She works hard to help keep a soccer program in our community. She is also the epitome of "Soccer Mom." She is at every game, cheering us on, getting mad at the refs, and playing taxi driver; although she has downsized from the typical minivan.
My mom has taught me so much. She is my best friend. She is there when I am have a broken heart, which tends to happen a lot. She is there when I need help with school. She is often the tool Heavenly Father uses to bless my life. She has taught me what it means to have faith and trust in the plan. My mom is a breast cancer survivor. She never doubted our Heavenly Father and He blesses her for that. For a long time my dad didn't have a job. My mom quickly found employment and has supported our family ever since. The stress of life is hardly noticeable in her. She has taught me how important it is to go to the temple. She is amazing. I love her so much!
Saturday, May 12, 2012
How can I be so lonely in a world full of people?
It is a Saturday night and I have got nothing to do.
My parents are off going to all the receptions and having a date night.
My siblings have all gone to their friends.
I'm too poor to do what my friends are doing tonight.
I guess it looks like I have a date with myself for a craft night.
Can I get a woot woot?
What exciting things do you do on Saturday nights?
Sam Tsui makes lonely days less lonely
My parents are off going to all the receptions and having a date night.
My siblings have all gone to their friends.
I'm too poor to do what my friends are doing tonight.
I guess it looks like I have a date with myself for a craft night.
Can I get a woot woot?
What exciting things do you do on Saturday nights?
Sam Tsui makes lonely days less lonely
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Celebrate!!
Happy National Two Different Colored Shoes Day!
You had better believe I will be wearing these shoes all over Ogden today! I have so many errands to run. This is going to be fun!
I TRIPLE DOG DARE you to celebrate with me!!
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