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Wednesday, May 1, 2013

Memoirs of My Wedding Day: A Year Later


To begin this blog post, I wanted to give a disclaimer that this is a VERY LONG post.  I wrote it over the course of a few weeks--mainly when I didn't want to study for finals.  This is in honor of mine and Judd's first wedding anniversary.  These are my memories of my wedding day.  I hope that you enjoy them!

I woke up in the blue bedroom with Chelsea and Becca in the bed with me.  I had woken up this way with them hundreds of times before.  It was totally normal for us to sleep three in a bed.  Mom always compared us to puppies that like to cuddle up when they sleep.  What wasn’t normal was that I woke up long before them.  I remember telling myself that I couldn’t think too hard about the day.  I was very excited and looking to the future with anticipation, but today was one of those days that I simple had to wake up and go through the motions.  I could think long and hard about it later. 
                I jumped in the shower and started drying my hair once I was out.  Brittany was doing my hair that day, but I was supposed to at least get it dry.  I greeted my parents when I went upstairs and when Brittany came over we went back downstairs to get me ready.  She did my hair, just how I wanted it, and began to apply my make-up.  By this point, Chelsea and Becca were awake and were helping Brittany along with getting themselves ready. 
                Although I had woken up with plenty of time to get ready, I soon realized that I was running a bit behind schedule and realized I had to hurry and get dressed.  I decided to wear a white dress with flowers on it that my mom had bought me years ago from the Wight House.  I don’t know why I picked it.  It made me look young and was reflecting how I was feeling.  I grabbed my two bags and jumped in the car with my mom and dad.  No one else was driving with us.  They would arrive later. 
                Mom was upset because we were running late.  I don’t know why should would expect anything else.  We were always running late.  The running joke in our family was to tell a Knight girl that the event was happening 30 minutes before it actually started if you wanted her to arrive on time.  She was speeding now.  I could see the state capitol building and as we turned the corner I saw Temple Square.  We drove down past the Avenues and started looking for a place to park.  That was when I saw Judd.
                He must have been running late too.  He was wearing his suit and carrying a bag.  His dad was with him.  We made eye contact and waved as he crossed the street.  It was raining and cold and I don’t blame them for running in their nice clothes.
                Mom decided to drop me and Dad off and she would find a place to park.  We jumped out of the car on the corner of the Conference Center and crossed the street just like Judd already had.  It was colder than I had expected and the overcast sky was mysterious and full of wonder—another reflection on my mood.  We crossed through the gates into a building I had never been in. 
                I saw Judd there.  Waiting for me.  It was crowded in the small lobby.  A lot of people were there that day.  He walked over with a smile and greeted me with a hug.  I couldn’t think about it.  He could tell I was nervous.  I could tell he was too.  His dad gave me a hug and told me how excited he was.  We were still running late so an usher started to show us down the hall.  I couldn’t go yet.  I had to wait for my mom.  I told my dad and him to go ahead without me while I waited for mom.  They left.
                That was when it all started to hit me.  I was scared.  I didn’t know where Mom was, I was all alone, and I knew that this was the biggest day of my life.  I couldn’t help but think about what I was doing.  I was thinking about all of the events that had happened in my life to get me ready for this point.  You know that saying that goes, “Someday, someone will walk into your life and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else.”  That is how I had always felt with Judd.  I had the opportunity to date a lot of great guys while I was still single, but I had never realized how lonely I was until I met Judd.  He made me feel complete and that I could reach my full potential with him by my side.  I knew he felt the same way about me. 
                Eventually my mom came through the door.  She smiled when she saw me and apologized for being late.  We walked back into the dressing room and I changed for the sealing.  As I was getting dressed I remember feeling so nervous.  I had been messing with my hair too much and already the style was falling out.  Mom was so great at calming me down and making sure that everything was going to be okay.  She left to join the rest of the bridal party and I was left waiting to meet up with Judd.
                I was led to the celestial room and saw Judd for the first time since that morning.  I had to admit that I suddenly didn’t feel so scared anymore.  Judd was so sweet as we sat talking about how excited we were and how we were both ready for this step in our relationship.
                After our wedding party was seated, Judd and I were led to the room which we would be sealed in.  Our sealer pulled us aside before we entered and asked us to pronounce our names for him so that he would get it right.  He asked me if my name was Com-y.  I spelled it like this because the way he said it was like com as in comic with a y on the end instead of Cam as in Cameron (how my name is actually pronounced).  I corrected him and we entered sealing room 3-D. 
It was such a beautiful blessing seeing my whole family there to support me.  The only thing that would have made that moment more perfect would have been if Shelby was there.  I can’t blame her at all though because before she moved to Japan she specifically told me that if I got married before she came back then she wouldn’t be able to make it.  Plus she was pregnant at the time and traveling by herself and two little kids would have been very difficult. 
The ceremony started and the sealer called me Com-y again!  I had become so nervous again when he had started that I didn’t know how to correct him!  Luckily, my mother-in-law and a few others corrected him so that Judd didn’t have to marry Com-y Knight.  Judd also said “yes” before the sealer asked him if he wanted to marry me so he jumped the gun a little.  We were both so nervous that neither one of us could think straight!  Either way it was a beautiful ceremony and I was so excited that it was official!  We had the opportunity to be sealed as a family for all time and eternity.
After the sealing my mother and I went back to the dressing room to get into my wedding gown.   As we were walking there, I had such a beautiful and spiritual experience that testified to me that our Heavenly Father loves us and listens to our prayers.  When Judd and I were deciding what temple to get sealed in, I admitted that I wanted to get sealed in the Salt Lake City Temple because that was where my parents were married.  On our way to the dressing room, my mother told me that Judd and I had been sealed in the same room that she and my dad were sealed in—room 3-D.  I started to cry.  Not only did my Heavenly Father give me the opportunity to get sealed in the same temple as my parents, but he gave me the blessing to be sealed in the exact same room.  I testify that God listens to the desires our hearts and that he blesses us accordingly. 
I got dressed and was getting ready to see Judd once more.  We met up with him right before we left the temple.  This was one of the most fun parts of the day.  Mom walked up the stairs to greet everyone and told us to wait 10 seconds and then follow her.  Judd and I probably only waited about 5 seconds because we were so excited to see everyone.  We walked outside and everyone clapped and cheered for us.  Once again, it was such a beautiful moment to see all of our family and friends waiting for us and giving us all of the love and support in the world. 
The funny thing is that once everyone clapped and cheered, no one really knew what to do.   My nephew Matt was the only one who ran up to us and greeted us.  I gave him a hug and then someone yelled, “KISS!” so we did.  More clapping and cheering.  It was really fun.  Judd and I approached the crowd and started to say hello to everyone.  I ran over and hugged all of my friends that were waiting outside for me but couldn’t attend the sealing.  It struck me how incredibly blessed I was to have such good influences in my life.  These were friends that I wouldn’t have traded for the world!  They were my best friends and had helped shape me to the person I was that day. 
We started to take the traditional group photos outside of the temple.  It was a beautiful day but it was freezing!  The overcast sky was now clearing up, but the temperature had dropped and everyone was shivering.  We hurried them up though so we wouldn’t have to suffer in the cold for too long.  Here is the thing about the group photos.  I have a “better side” that I like to have facing front when I take pictures.  I know that is so silly but when we were taking pictures outside the wind didn’t allow me to face that way!  I tried at first but my veil kept forming around me like a cage.  I gave up and agreed to face the other way. 
A few days earlier Brit took pictures of me and Judd in our wedding clothes so that we wouldn’t have to spend so much time on our actual wedding day.  However, I still wanted some pictures of us on our actual day so we left to take those.  Every else had left to go to our luncheon at the Wight House.  It was so pretty outside.  There were pink tulips everywhere and flowers of every color.  The grass was spring green and all of the colors of the day were so vibrant.  We were worried that it might rain or snow on our wedding day so a week earlier I had bought a white umbrella that had frills around the edges.  Did I mention already how cold it was?  I was shivering the whole time.  Seriously though, it was three days until May but my nose was turning red from the cold. 
After a few more pictures we also left at go the luncheon.  I left to go ride with my mom, but she told me I couldn’t go with her.  She said that I needed to go with my husband.  Wow.  That was new.  So I left with Judd.  I realized that this was the first time I had been with Judd alone since we became husband and wife.  As we drove we talked about our anxiety for the day and how everything had turned out.  I couldn’t help but think about how blessed I was to have Judd in my life.  He was my best friend and it was so easy to be with him.
When we got to the luncheon we were greeted once again with all of our friends and family.  Kirt and Caroline were the ones who had reserved and set everything up for the luncheon and it was beautiful!   While we were eating Kirt asked some of our family and friends to say a few words. The truth is I don’t really remember what anyone said.  I remember Becca crying and Lisa telling me that I was her best friend.  Although I don’t remember what everyone said I do remember feeling very loved and blessed.  I would argue that remembering how I felt is far more important than the words that were being shared. 
Lunch ended and people were beginning to head over to the reception center at The Grand Ballroom on Main.  Judd had left to go to the bathroom and I kind of sat there watching everyone leave and let the moments of the day sink in.  On your wedding day you imagine a fairy tale and feeling like you’re on cloud nine the whole time.  But it is much more real than that.  At times you feel scared, at other times you feel anxious, sometimes you feel like you are going to throw up, but then you feel more loved than you have ever felt in your entire life.  You feel grateful and very blessed.  You understand why Heavenly Father values marriage and families.  You find sacred moments throughout the day that confirm that Jesus Christ is your Savior and that he loves you with all his heart.  I am so glad that I felt “real” moments on my wedding day.  Aside from being sealed to my best friend, I had the opportunity to have my testimony grow.
When Judd got back we drove one block (literally) to the reception center.  My hair was once again a mess so Brit had my bridesmaids fix my hair while she took some pictures of us in the “bride’s room.”  It was actually pretty fun.  In an attempt to get some “candid” shots, I kept telling people to do some fake laughs while Brit took the photos.  This usually ended up with us really laughing so that helped.  We ended up outside to take some more shots.  We decided to go across the street to the tabernacle in Bountiful to take some shots.  Eventually we got Judd’s groomsmen over and took some more shots with everyone.  The best ones were when the girls pretending to kiss Judd and the groomsmen acting like girls while the bridesmaids acted like boys.  Did I mention that Brittany ended up splitting her skirt while taking pictures of the groomsmen?  Talk about dedication for the shot!  Luckily she had a spare in the car.  Still, good for her for being a good sport and a great photographer!
The reception started and all I can remember are a lot of people.  People everywhere.  How blessed I was to have so many people come up to support Judd and me!  Also I am so lucky to have such a beautiful, loving mom who made my reception stunning.  The room already was beautiful, but my mom has a gift to take something beautiful and turn it into something amazing.  I believe that we need more people like her in the world.  She spent months visualizing the whole place and getting flower arrangements put into place, along with lights hanging from the ceiling, and hanging lanterns, and ribbon, and a place to set gifts.  She was so wonderful throughout the whole process.  And the flower arrangements she had were lovely.  Yellow roses are my favorite.  They actually inspired my wedding colors, my bouquet, and my wedding cake.  Mom knew this and made sure that there were yellow roses everywhere!  I felt like I was walking in an Italian garden completely dedicated to yellow roses and flowers.  And did I mention that she made some of the best food a reception can have?  Our guests had a full meal given to them buffet style!  A few of my favorites were the parmesan crisps, chocolate covered strawberries, crackers and spread, and frozen gelato on spoons. 
And let’s not forget the drinks.  Dad bought hundreds of old soda can bottles, cleaned them all out, filled them up with homemade lemonade, and then put authentic bottle caps on all of them.  Also he bought bottle can openers to go along with them and personally stamped “Camie and Judd” onto them.  He was wonderful and they bottles were a hit!  If you ask me, I think that he was a trend setter for future weddings. 
The line never seemed to end, but I loved everyone I met who came through.  There were even some of Judd’s guests who by the end of talking to us told Judd that if he ever hurt me they would come after him.  I guess that on your wedding day, you are filled with so much love and gratitude that everyone you meet is a new lifelong friend.  Even the fact that they made the effort to attend your reception and support you is so flattering.  Looking back a year later I still cannot believe how blessed I am to have the support of so many good people who are on this earth.
When it was time to cut the cake, I still wasn’t sure if I would shove my piece into Judd’s face or not.  When you are little and thinking about your wedding you go back and forth on whether you will behave or not when it comes to cake cutting.  We began cutting it (which is way more intimidating than you think with everyone watching you) and I knew exactly how I was going to behave.  I guess my immature self came through and I tried to shove it into Judd’s face.  However, Judd had been expecting it.  That is the thing with Judd.  He is also so quick on his feet and is always semi-suspicious of me messing with him.  He blocked most of the cake and then countered it when I wasn’t prepared.  We both ended up with minimal damage on our face that was easily cleaned up.
Next was the bouquet/garter toss.  I had already “promised” many of my friends that I would toss the bouquet to them.  However, my toss ended up being a joke.  I climbed up on a chair with Judd’s help but threw my bouquet into a strand of lights so it stopped short of getting to the girls.  One my of bridesmaids, Ali Brand, caught it and although she is on her mission in Washington right now, no one else from that group has tied the know yet so she still may be the next one.  Next was the garter toss.  I had no idea what Judd was planning to do but to say the least I was very embarrassed.   I sat down in the chair and Judd kneeled down.  Already it was awkward.  But to make it worse he then put his head up my dress and grabbed the garter with his teeth!  I was dying!  My face was bright red and hidden in my hands.  I was going to murder him on the spot!  However, he poked his head back up and it was just as red as mine.  We both ended up laughing and everyone (mainly Judd’s friends) was cheering.  His garter toss was as successful as mine had been since his had also hit the lights, but he claimed a redo.  Alex Bertin had originally caught it, but Tony Dibb did the second time. 
Next was our first dance as a couple.  Our song was Come Away with Me by Norah Jones.  I struggled picking a song for us.  Growing up, I had always wanted The Way You Look Tonight by Frank Sinatra, but Norah Jones kept coming back to me over and over again.  I decided to pick Come Away with Me since it was constantly the song I thought about.  However, I honestly don’t know if I would do that again if I went back.  I love both of those songs equally so I just like to say that they were both my wedding song.  Besides, Judd and I have danced plenty of times in our kitchen while I sang The Way You Look Tonight to make it our song as well. 
I love dancing with Judd.  I did feel a little self-conscious having everyone watching us as we danced, but I kept telling myself to enjoy the moment.  And I did.  Judd is my best friend.  I couldn’t imagine not being with him.  He has brought so much light and love into my life.  I have learned so much from him.  He is the greatest blessing in my life.  This is another reason why I am so grateful for temple marriages.
Next was the father/daughter and mother/son dance.  We danced to Unforgettable by Nat King Cole and his daughter Natalie.  In case you haven’t picked up on it yet, I love Jazz music.  I always have.  It has had the ability to take me away to another reality and get lost in the music.  In fact, our whole wedding playlist was my jazz playlist that I had on my iPod.  It was pretty easy choosing our playlist.  As much as I love dancing with Judd, I also love dancing with my father.  Unlike most men these days, my dad knows how to dance.  He took my hand and led me across the floor.  He twirled me in and out and we danced gracefully across the floor.  After the song, he gave me a kiss and told me how proud he was of me.  He then turned and shook Judd’s hand while Caroline gave me and hug and a kiss.
That was all that we had planned for the reception.  It was 8pm and time to leave.  I didn’t want to.  Looking back, I could’ve stayed longer, but it worked out just fine anyway.  Everyone left to get sparklers and floating lanterns like in Tangled.  I went to the bride’s room to grab my temple bag which had my phone and keys in it.  I remember that I felt really frantic while leaving.  Judd was ready to go but I wanted to go around and say goodbye to everyone.  I felt like I was doing a good job with that but I couldn’t find my mom anywhere.  However, everyone was lined up and was waiting us with their burning sparklers to run through.  So I decided to leave without saying goodbye to her.  However, as I was running out I heard someone shout my name and turned around to see my mom.  I ran back and grabbed her hand and said goodbye as I was running out with Judd.  It was such a tender moment to have the second with my mom.  She also told me that she loved me and was proud of me.  I did cry then, but I was excited too.  Everyone was clapping and cheering for us.  Judd’s car had been decorated and Grandma McEwan was taking lots of pictures.  We got in and I couldn’t help but feel like a princess as we drove off.   I rolled down the window and waved at everyone.  You know at the end of Cinderella how she is waving and everyone is cheering?  That was my wedding reception when we left.  And honestly, that basically sums it up.  My wedding day was great and I couldn’t have been imagined it being any better.  Thank you for all of the people who played a role in it and made it such a wonderful day for Judd and me.  We love you all!  

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Self-Checkout lines are for the Anti-socials…


Unfortunately Judd has been feeling a little under the weather, so after class today I told him that I would run to the store and get him some herbal tea and Gatorade (his two favorite drinks for when he is sick).  I decided that I would run to Costco because my sister Shelby introduced Judd and me to some yummy seaweed that they are selling there.  Yeah, I know what you are probably thinking.  Seaweed?  Gross.  My mother would agree with you.  I think that my love for seaweed comes from growing up in Hawaii.  We were always eating spam musubis that were wrapped in seaweed.  As for Judd’s love for seaweed?  He is pretty open to trying new food and loves most things that he eats.  Anyway, I go to Costco and find the seaweed!  Yeah!  While I was there I realized that I also needed (more like wanted) granola bars, puppy food, chicken for dinner, and stamps for our thank you cards.  Yeah, you read that right.  OUR THANK YOU CARDS.  Yes, I realize that we have been married a year this month.  Yes, I realize that etiquette is to get them out at most before your sixth month mark.  Yes, I realize that Judd and I are horrible people.  Honestly though, it has been hard.  We couldn’t even order them from the company until we were back from California and this school year has only gotten crazier as we have gone along.  But hey, I figure better late than never.  Anyway, back to Costco.  I leave and suddenly realize that I didn’t even bother to look for Gatorade or herbal tea.  Not that I would want to buy it in the bulk that they would sell it in anyway.  Fortunately Smith’s is on our way home from Costco so I stopped by to grab some and leave.  Of course I also left with cookie dough and The Hobbit on paperback.  It was super cheap and there was no way I could pass up a deal like that.  I was walking to the checkout and realized that every single self-checkout was busy, but there was a cashier who was open.  There was even a line for the self-checkout but this lady was just sitting there waiting for a customer.  I realized that people would much rather check themselves out than have to deal with interacting with a cashier.  I guess it kind of made me sad in a way.  But here is the catch.  I was walking over to her but as I did another lady with a full cart got there before me and started checking out.  I decided to go to the self-checkout instead of waiting for her!  I was sitting there, thinking how sad it was that people try to avoid interactions, yet I was doing the exact same thing!  Now that is some irony for you.  I guess deep down I just have always known that I was anti-social. 


Tuesday, January 8, 2013

NYR does not stand for New York Rangers


Confession: I rarely (if ever) do a New Year’s Resolution.  I guess my reason for not doing them is because I never follow through.  This is due to most of my NYR not being realistic.  I remember when I sixteen years old my goal was to be able to do 50 fouettes with my left leg on pointe.  What sixteen year old can actually accomplish that?  I am sure that somewhere some sixteen year old can do that (they are probably in China), but as for me, I didn’t do it.  Another reason why I didn’t always set a NYR is because I never really saw the need to do it.  If I saw something in my life that needed to be changed, I went ahead and did it.  I would set goals and accomplish it.  I guess I am just one of those people who set goals along the way as compared to deciding to do a major one at the beginning of each year.  Well this year I am changing my old habits and setting a New Year’s Resolution that I believe I can achieve.  It is this: grow a backbone.  Yup.  You read that right.  Grow a backbone.  Not literally of course (I already have one), but just learn to stand up for what I believe and not try to please everyone. 
This idea for a NYR first started form during the presidential debates.  FB, Twitter, YouTube, and every other social media sites were full of articles and arguments every day.  My values align more with the republicans than democrats so I was hoping for a Romney win.  There were so many times when I wanted to comment on something I read but was always afraid that I would offend this random stranger who I was talking to on the internet and have them hate me for the rest of  my life and refer to me as “that internet girl who didn’t like what I said” and tell stories of hatred about me to their children and make a “I hate the internet girl” club and refer to me when they talked to their grandchildren about who will steal them in the night if they misbehave.  Yeah.  It was sometimes that bad.  That is why I have always admired the people who stand up for themselves.  They state what they stand for and they are not ashamed.  For too long I have been worried about what others will think and say about me instead of taking a stand.
                I want to be braver.  I want to do what I want to do as compared to what others want me to do.  I want people to look to me as an example of how to stand up for themselves as I have looked up to others.
                I am saying all of this because it scares me.  But isn’t that what NYR are about?  Getting out of your comfort zone and really trying to define who you are?  So from now on if I say something that you don’t agree with, please don’t hate me.  Instead be proud that I am choosing to grow a backbone and becoming the person I want to be.  Thanks for all of the love and support that I have received throughout the years!  I have been so blessed.  Here is to 2013 and many more years to learning and growing!


Sunday, November 25, 2012

Everybody has to see it at least once.



              Over the holiday break I did something that I have never done before.  I went to the movie theatre twice in three days.  It isn’t that I don’t like movies; I just don’t like movie theaters.  There is something about having to sit in a confined chair that I can’t sprawl out in and having to deal with random strangers stealing my arm rest and feeling like everyone is annoyed with you when you sneeze or cough.  Still, somehow Mom and Judd convinced me to see Lincoln (which I loved) and Breaking Dawn Part 2 (which I didn’t).
                Although I enjoy the books, I don’t really consider myself a Twilight fan.  But I got sick with a cold right before Thanksgiving break and found that Twilight was my go-to book in the house to read while I lay in bed.  I probably like to read them while I am sick because they are easy to get lost in.  Judd must feel the same way because when he got my cold, I walked into our bedroom and found him reading Twilight under the covers.  If you ask him about it now, he will probably deny it.
                One thing I love about holiday breaks is getting to sit around with good food and watch movies.  I did want to see Breaking Dawn Part 2 eventually but I hadn’t seen the first one yet.  Saturday night we couldn’t find LOTR so we decided to watch Breaking Dawn Part 1.  Okay.  Most awkward movie ever to watch with your parents.  Especially your dad.  Especially when Bella and Edward start doing the naughty.  They don’t show anything, but it is still uncomfortable. 
                Eventually the movie ended and we looked at the time and saw that it was only 10pm.  Now I am totally okay with going to bed at 10pm on a Saturday night, but my mother isn’t.  She decided to get online and see if SLC had any showings of Breaking Dawn Part 2.  Sure enough there was a 10:40pm showing so we drove down to see it.
                ***SPOILER ALERT***  If you have not seen Breaking Dawn Part 2 yet and you would like to see it then don’t read any further.  I don’t want to ruin it for you. 
                The movie was going fine and I was okay with everything on the screen until the final fight scene.  Especially when the heads started popping off.  Once I saw Carlisle’s head detached from his body, my stomach did a flip flop.  And it didn’t get any better.  Head after head after head.  I about lost my stomach.  But literally though.  In the middle of the movie theater I put my head in between my knees to keep from bringing back up all the popcorn I was eating.  Thank goodness Judd saw what was happening and handed me the popcorn bucket in case I couldn’t make it to the bathroom.  Mom was just laughing at me… and all the flying heads.  Apparently it didn’t bother them like it bothered me.  I have to admit that I was relieved when it ended and saw that it was all just a vision.  Even so, I don’t think I will be watching that movie again anytime soon.  Yuck.  Flying heads is the worst.

Friday, November 16, 2012

Why I don't have a major.


College is hard.   I can’t believe I woke up this morning thinking, “I still don’t have a major.”  It isn’t that I haven’t picked one out.  I have.  About 5 times.  First semester was easy: double major in dance and political science.  But I couldn’t help but think that a dancing politician really wouldn’t be that needed.  So the next semester I became more practical.  How about sociology?  I mean what isn’t fascinating about women studies and learning why Siegfried Freud made leaps and bounds in his field.  But I couldn’t shake all of the strange feminist ideas that were being thrown at me so I figured to become more professional.  Third semester: business degree anyone?  Psh.  That was a joke.  I got a C- in Accounting 200 and have never been so proud of myself.  So I decided to go easy on myself; I would stay professional but still have a good business-like degree: advertising.  I spent one semester prepping myself for the program and suddenly realized that I am not crazy enough to come up with stuff like the Dollar Shave Club commercial.  So here I am in my fifth semester of college finally leaning towards Public Relations.  PR is great.  I get to work with businesses but I don’t have to be the guy who shows up to work every day wearing shorts in winter and coming up with great ideas while playing ping-pong.  I can do PR…I think.  I just have to apply for the major now.  And I am running out of options because I am coming to close to 75 credits and at BYU, after 75 credits a major change is hard.  After all, the only reason to go to BYU is to get married.  Administrators don’t actually care if you get a degree.  That is why rumor has it that they kick you out after seven years.  I’m not worried though.  I did my duty to BYU and found myself a good-looking husband.  Now I can just become a house wife and depend on him for all my needs.
                Joke.  The thing is I really want a major.  I feel self conscious when Facebook asks me what I am studying at BYU and I don’t have an answer for it.  I think that it would be cool to say I am studying (fill in the blank) and have everyone be jealous of me.  But that isn’t the case.  I had to sit down and think to myself why I don’t have a major and I realized one thing.  I am going to do exactly what my generation does.  I am blaming society for me not having a major.
                You see, I grew up hearing that I could do anything!  My teachers and others always gave “constructive criticism” and told me not to give up.  Don’t get me wrong, I am so glad that I was never put down as a kid, but in some ways did it hinder me?  Suddenly I can’t figure out what I want to be when I grow up because I was always told that I could do anything I wanted.  So I took what society was telling me and I dreamt about being a scientist, engineer, English teacher, President of the United States.  It didn’t matter if they were or were not practical because I had no limits!  Unfortunately, now I am a junior in college with no major and no plan.  Oh well.  At least I have my dog.




Sunday, November 11, 2012

Ketchup? No, catch-up.


I realized that I haven’t written a blog post in a while.  My first thought was that it must be that I don’t have much to say/update.  Then I realized that was far from the truth.  I always have a ton to say.  Judd isn’t even sure he can remember a time when I didn’t have a ton to say.  I guess I have just kind of got to that time when you are in the middle of school and suddenly you get into a schedule (mine is usually school, dance, pinterest/facebook, bed) and you think that you don’t have time for anything else.  But it would be so selfish of me to not make better use of time and express some gratitude.  Yes, I know that it is November and I am not just doing it because of Thanksgiving.  If anything, I am doing this because my birthday is in 10 days and I want everyone to remember.  Joke.  But really though.  My birthday is my favorite holiday.  Anyway, back to the whole sentimental, grateful stuff….  I was able to see my sister Shelby for the first time in over a year.  I didn’t realize how much I missed her until I saw her again.  Growing up it was the family joke that I had four moms instead of one.  That is what happens when you have three older sisters.  Either way, I love them all so much and am so blessed that they are in my life.  I mean, who else would have taught me “light as a feather, stiff as a board,” or how to spell Adidas?  I am a lucky one that is for sure. 
I also couldn’t help but be grateful for my hot husband.  And by hot I mean wonderful and amazing.  Guess who takes Nixon out to go potty when it is freezing outside?  Judd.  And guess who does the dishes when I don’t want to?  Judd.  And guess who lets me buy a box of grasshoppers when I really shouldn’t?  Judd.  All of that and a great personality. 
So even though school seems a little daunting right now I know that I am beyond blessed and I am grateful for that every day.  Hopefully I will do better in updating everyone about me life!


Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Beach Boys are my life.

First of all I need to apologize.  I am so sorry Mom for calling you practically everyday while I was in California telling you how much I missed Utah and my family. You were right. It was not the end of world and I would miss it once I moved back. Yup. I am missing it now. School has started for me and Judd and it is so nice to see him all the time! It is like we are finally married! I am surprised that we are not sick of each other yet. Speaking of getting sick of each other, tomorrow is our 5 month anniversary! Time flies when you’re having fun. But really. Favorite moments in California:

1. Getting Nixon (duh)

 2. THE BEACH!

3. Going on adventures

4. San Francisco almost every weekend


5. Mom visiting me!

 
 Yes I know that all of these picture have Nixon in them. What can I say? With a face like his how can I not have him in every single picture I own?