Blessed

My sister and I frequent a website called PostSecret. It's an amazing site that started as an art project, and has grown into a worldwide community. There are now books and forums and hotlines. People send in their secrets on postcards to the guy who started it, Frank Warren. He chooses a selection of secrets and updates the site every Sunday. There are ones about Mormons and the LDS church quite frequently, but this one in particular made me think.

Mostly it makes me grateful that I have parents who raised me in the Church, and that the gospel has always been a part of my life. I don't have to sneak away from my family to do what I know is right, because they are the ones who taught me. It also makes me realize how blessed I am that I can have the Lord's approval, and my parent's at the same time. No amount of criticism from friends or coworkers or acquaintances can change what's true. I really appreciate that I don't have the struggle that this person does, but I'm also very proud of them for doing what they have felt is right.

Childhood

This post is for Rache and Jess, because they've never seen Saltwater sandals! This is what Siara and I lived in growing up. I mean look at them, they go with everything...church clothes, summer clothes, school clothes. We always bought them from JCPenney, and LOVED it when we got to go pick out a new pair. My particular favorites were white and purple.

















And they are STILL in fashion, because the most adorable fashionista Suri Cruise is wearing this super cute pair of red ones!

Two-Week Saga

As you can see, my last post was about two weeks ago. And the reason I haven't written is because, as I stated previously, I started reading the Twilight books. I became so addicted that I finished all four books in TWO WEEKS. I'm not gonna say I'm sorry, or that I'm embarrassed, but it is a little bit sad that for the last 14 days or so, I have allowed my moods to be influenced by how well things were going with Bella and Edward. I'm sure Austin is pretty relieved to have me finished with a freaking vampire love story. I would try and explain to him why I was laughing at certain parts, or why I was so upset or sad or angry or elated, and you can't really not sound silly blabbing about vampire weddings, werewolves falling in love with children, mind-reading, etc. etc. So in conclusion world, I finally read them. I enjoyed them, and might even read Twilight again (it was definitely my favorite) but I'm also glad that people can stop hassling me, and that I never have to hear "WHAT! You've never read the Twilight books?!" from anyone ever again.

I'll just blame it on my love for Halloween...

After much sugessting, prodding, insisting, and finally FORCING, I read Twilight. I figured, why not? I had the day off yesterday...I could handle a bit of a break from real literature right? The problem is, like every other crazy woman/girl/human in this world, I am now obsessed. I read the dang thing in one day. ONE DAY. I couldn't put it down. And now, I hate to admit it, but I am going to finish the series. After ranting to everyone that I would not love it, even if I read it, I must admit that I was sadly wrong. I'm totally hooked on Bella, Edward, and my very most favorite, Alice! I'm a few years behind, but I'll get all caught up soon. Who would have thought a vampire love story could be so addicting?

The History of Love

I've been reading the History of Love for the last week and a half about, and I am absolutely in love with it. I'm almost done, so hopefully the end won't be a disappointment. But I'm really doubting that based on how incredible the rest of the book has been. So inspired by Rache and her cute book reviews, here's one of my favorite quotes from the book!

"Even now, all possible feelings do not yet exist. There are still those that lie beyond our capacity and our imagination. From time to time, when a piece of music no one has ever written, or a painting no one has ever painted, or something else impossible to predict, fathom, or yet describe takes place, a new feeling enters the world. And then, for the millionth time in the history of feeling, the heart surges, and absorbs the impact."