Hi Mr. Blog,
I'm alive. I survived finals. I am officially done with all of my generals!!! I AM SO HAPPY!! I've also survived moving home from my cute little dorm that housed some of my favorite people in the world. I will miss my little roommates and my wonderful ward. But, I am excited for everyone to move forward onto bigger and better things!! I never thought I would ever say this, but I love Provo along with its awkward couples and babies everywhere and mormons and J Dawgs and beautiful mountains. I will truly miss it!!
However, it is good to be home!(mostly) Let me tell ya Mr. Blog, I was so afraid to go live with six girls when I moved down to BYU. I grew up with all boys, I have mostly boy cousins, my mom has all brothers, my dad has all brothers...I am just there, a girl, surrounded by men. I have grown up with burping, farting, belching, tooting (sorry if that offends you) it is normal at our house. Can I just say that living with six girls WAS A DREAM!!! They were clean, smelled good, and they were nice and didn't tackle me at random times in the day. I was never told to pull a finger...it was nice. Besides finding hairballs everywhere, I loved living with nice mannered people. I forgot Mr. Blog. After 8 months of bliss, I forgot what it was like to live with boys, and boy was I in for a rude awakening! Currently, my entire house is torn up. Back yard, front yard, basement, bed room, bathroom all in shambles!!! All of my stuff is still packed in bins who knows where and it literally takes me an hour to find any piece of clothing to cover my body. All 5 of us are sharing a bathroom. (FUN TIMES). Weston, Zane and I have been sharing two mattresses on the work out room floor for the past two nights. Let me rephrase that--for the last two most horrible, smelly, sweaty, (fill in gross adjectives) nights. I need to repent on Sunday because I found myself praying that my 5 senses would be taken away so that I could survive the night. I decided to sleep on the couch tonight (why didn't I think of that before?) and I'm now starting to enjoy being home. So yeah, boys are smelly and I am missing my roommates. I don't know how my wonderful mother survived without me for the past 8 months. But really, I am so happy to be home! My brothers are the cutest and I only have a month left with them, so I need to learn to embrace the smell really fast. I love my Weston and Zane! I'm also grateful to have my awesome parents who work so hard to make our home peaceful and happy. They have done such a great job with raising my crazy brothers and my stubborn self. I love HOME! So for the next month I am going to soak in every ounce of it!
Home is Where the Boys Smell
Love,
Whit
Tuesday, April 30, 2013
Wednesday, April 17, 2013
They're BAAAAACK...
Hi Mr. Blog,
The dreaded finals are back, and I am shaking in my boots. First, because every time I hear the word, "final", "exam", or "test" my vital signs go opposite of normal, my hands get all sweaty, and I receive this burning desire to jump in my car and drive straight to neverland. Second, I need to pass my classes with high enough grades to make it into BYU's Nursing program (For me C's DO NOT get degrees). And third, because who wants to study their brains out 24/7 and completely lose it mentally? NOT ME!! No sir, I would rather watch Jersey Shore and eat dark chocolate for a week straight, and that's sayin somethin! Anyways, while it would be nice if I could rub a lamp and Mr. Genie could help me wish away my finals, I know that Aladdin is stingy with the blue guy, so I need a different plan of action. For the next week you can find me in the library with my face an inch away from a Chem text book soaking in all information possible. And I'll do it with a smile (k maybe a half smile) because in 55 days I'll be on a plane to Guatemala. That motivates me!! The faster I finish, the closer I'll be to speaking the good old language of Español to my long lost hermanos y hermanas!
BRING IT ON FINALS....I'm almost ready...
Sincerely,
Whit
Watch this video that I laughed really hard at..Props to BYU Divine Comedy!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mv_464n_LSc
The dreaded finals are back, and I am shaking in my boots. First, because every time I hear the word, "final", "exam", or "test" my vital signs go opposite of normal, my hands get all sweaty, and I receive this burning desire to jump in my car and drive straight to neverland. Second, I need to pass my classes with high enough grades to make it into BYU's Nursing program (For me C's DO NOT get degrees). And third, because who wants to study their brains out 24/7 and completely lose it mentally? NOT ME!! No sir, I would rather watch Jersey Shore and eat dark chocolate for a week straight, and that's sayin somethin! Anyways, while it would be nice if I could rub a lamp and Mr. Genie could help me wish away my finals, I know that Aladdin is stingy with the blue guy, so I need a different plan of action. For the next week you can find me in the library with my face an inch away from a Chem text book soaking in all information possible. And I'll do it with a smile (k maybe a half smile) because in 55 days I'll be on a plane to Guatemala. That motivates me!! The faster I finish, the closer I'll be to speaking the good old language of Español to my long lost hermanos y hermanas!
BRING IT ON FINALS....I'm almost ready...
Sincerely,
Whit
Watch this video that I laughed really hard at..Props to BYU Divine Comedy!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Mv_464n_LSc
Monday, April 8, 2013
Dear Grandchildren and Future Posterity:
I can't write in a journal. I just can't. So here ya go:
2. Pretzels. They never let me down.
3. I would rather wear skirt/dress over jeans. So much more freedom...(kind of)
4. I am competitive. And not just a little, A LOT. I will beat you at whatever, whenever, however. But, I WILL win. You can bet your bottom dollar that you will be crying when it's over. I know, I'm not proud of it, I just can't help it. All of the sudden, there is a fire that burns inside and there's no putting it out.
5. I HATE HATE HATE HATE hate chocolate.
6. I LOVE LOVE LOVE LOVE love lays chips...so it evens out.
7. I have a brick wall, but the second you hammer through it...there's no going back. There are many sides of Whitney. Most of them are fun, I think.
8. Any type of injury that involves blood expelling out of the body is cool.
9. I have the memory of Dory from Finding Nemo.
10. One time I thought I was being kidnapped, screamed my head off for help, turned around and saw a deer. Good times.
11. I'm freakishly flexible.
12. There's a certain time at night where I'll tell you everything and anything you want to know about me.
13. I wish I was in the CIA and I'm not joking.
14. I am the master commander of procrastination. Working on it...
15. Me encanta bailar.
16. I am a night owl.
17. My favorite novel is To Kill a Mocking Bird.
18. I hate lotion.
19. I love high heels.
20. My greatest fear is that I will never get married.
21. Before I die I want to skydive.
22. I can't scream like a girl.
23. I've been told that my face says it all...
24. I'm horrible at flirting. I'll pay someone for lessons. You have to be younger than 23.
25. Along with being horrible at flirting, I'm what people call awkward. The worst part is that I know I'm being awkward and in my head I'm like "GET IT TOGETHER WHITNEY!!! BE YOURSELF." I need to give myself different advice because it's not working. I'm open for suggestions.
26. If you've seen my crazy side, I'm sorry, and you're welcome.
27. I love people who can have deep conversations with me.
28. Someday I want to be that cute old couple holding hands on a walk.
29. I talk to myself on a daily basis.
LISTEN UP grandkids...open your ears! Actually eyes!! This is the most important number..
30. I love my testimony of the gospel. I love reading the Book of Mormon. I love attending church each Sunday and of the partaking Sacrament. I love my Savior. I know that the atonement is real and powerful. I love that I know that I am a daughter of God. I love knowing that if I do my part on this earth, He will shower me with countless blessings. Grandkids, I already love you!! I'm telling you, follow His plan, use the atonement daily, model your lives after Jesus Christ--if you do that, you're golden. :)
Can't wait to meet your beautiful spirits!!
Love,
Whitney
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Fall Down 7 Times...Get Up 8
Dear Mr. Blog,
Defeated. That word pretty much sums up my last month. Sometimes at night I didn't want to fall asleep because I knew that I would have to wake up and face the next day. Today I hit rock bottom. It was so sad that I started to laugh and cry at the same time. It was the worst. Have you ever laugh cried? I hope you haven't...it's confusing. It was just a bad bad month. Kind of like when you eat a grapefruit and it squirts in your eye....but feeling that every second of the day. It's stressful, and I can tell you that it takes way more energy to be sad than happy. Today, I studied from the second I woke up until 5pm. Then I took a test, and I failed. Mr. Blog, I have NEVER failed a test in my life...ever. And let me tell you something, IT FELT SO GOOD. It was liberating. I felt happy when I looked at the testing center screen and saw a 64%. Weird I know, but I failed and I was still okay, I was still breathing. Que *light bulb*. Then, I had an epiphany. Yeah, this month did SUCK HARD CORE. But guess what, that's life. Life is hard, it's messy and downright mean. I had a hard month, yes, but I learned a lot about myself and my potential. I lost eternal perspective. Don't ever let yourself do that! We were put here on this earth to learn, to struggle, to grow. The best part about it, is that we are NEVER alone. There is a plan. The plan of HAPPINESS. Even on my hardest day, I can still smile because I know that God loves me. How do I know that? Because He sent His Son Jesus Christ. What did he do for us? He paid the ultimate sacrifice. He atoned for my sins. He felt every pain. Every heartache. He descended below all. He did this because he loves us. And I love him. I love the healing power of the atonement. I love feeling my Saviors love. I am not alone. All I have to do is exercise faith, live the gospel, and serve others. It's simple really. Follow the plan. Keep eternal perspective. This life is short, don't waste it moping. Stand up. Work hard. Pray. It will all work out, I promise.
Love,
Whitney
Defeated. That word pretty much sums up my last month. Sometimes at night I didn't want to fall asleep because I knew that I would have to wake up and face the next day. Today I hit rock bottom. It was so sad that I started to laugh and cry at the same time. It was the worst. Have you ever laugh cried? I hope you haven't...it's confusing. It was just a bad bad month. Kind of like when you eat a grapefruit and it squirts in your eye....but feeling that every second of the day. It's stressful, and I can tell you that it takes way more energy to be sad than happy. Today, I studied from the second I woke up until 5pm. Then I took a test, and I failed. Mr. Blog, I have NEVER failed a test in my life...ever. And let me tell you something, IT FELT SO GOOD. It was liberating. I felt happy when I looked at the testing center screen and saw a 64%. Weird I know, but I failed and I was still okay, I was still breathing. Que *light bulb*. Then, I had an epiphany. Yeah, this month did SUCK HARD CORE. But guess what, that's life. Life is hard, it's messy and downright mean. I had a hard month, yes, but I learned a lot about myself and my potential. I lost eternal perspective. Don't ever let yourself do that! We were put here on this earth to learn, to struggle, to grow. The best part about it, is that we are NEVER alone. There is a plan. The plan of HAPPINESS. Even on my hardest day, I can still smile because I know that God loves me. How do I know that? Because He sent His Son Jesus Christ. What did he do for us? He paid the ultimate sacrifice. He atoned for my sins. He felt every pain. Every heartache. He descended below all. He did this because he loves us. And I love him. I love the healing power of the atonement. I love feeling my Saviors love. I am not alone. All I have to do is exercise faith, live the gospel, and serve others. It's simple really. Follow the plan. Keep eternal perspective. This life is short, don't waste it moping. Stand up. Work hard. Pray. It will all work out, I promise.
Love,
Whitney
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
22
Greetings
Mr. Blog,
22...What does this number mean to me? Let me tell ya: H E double hockey sticks. Yep. This semester, being idiot Whitney, I signed up for 22 credit hours. I'm taking 12 at SLCC and 10 at BYU. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy.
1. After this semester I refuse to take more than 16 credit hours.
2. I do not have Chemistry with Chemistry (285)... or anyone else for that matter (no social life)
3. Book of Mormon is a hard class. Very hard.
4. I go to bed on average at 1:45am.
5. Clementines always get me through a tough day.
6. My backpack weighs more than me. (When I put it in the front seat of my car I have to buckle it up so that the dang beeping seatbelt alarm shuts up)
7. Chemistry sucks all happiness and joy from my soul. (5 days of the week) Fun sucker.. :(
8. I've written approximately googleplex papers this semester.
9. I'm grateful for my awesome memorization skills.
10. I'm one of those people who prays in the testing center.
11. Yesterday my last highlighter died. I'm lost now.
12. I hate iClickers more than chocolate.
13. I have 8 professors who think that their subject is the most important.
14. The best part of my day is lip syncing Beyonce in the mirror.
15. I refuse to wear my glasses in class, so I'm a front row sitter.
16. When I need therapy I go outside and look at my mountains.
17. "Maybe I should go to hair school."-Me. Everyday
18. My roommates are angels sent from heaven and help me survive on the hard days.
19. Whitney Study/Homework/Still Have A Buttload of Fun While Doing it Minnick
20. I cheer when I see 78% on the testing center screen.
21. My Mom is seriously the best Mom. Ever. I love you Mom.
22. I've learned a lot. I've learned that I can do hard things.
Let's just say that I won't let my future kid pick 22 for the back of their jersey.
My to do list....
Love,
Whitney
Mr. Blog,
22...What does this number mean to me? Let me tell ya: H E double hockey sticks. Yep. This semester, being idiot Whitney, I signed up for 22 credit hours. I'm taking 12 at SLCC and 10 at BYU. I wouldn't wish this on my worst enemy.
1. After this semester I refuse to take more than 16 credit hours.
2. I do not have Chemistry with Chemistry (285)... or anyone else for that matter (no social life)
3. Book of Mormon is a hard class. Very hard.
4. I go to bed on average at 1:45am.
5. Clementines always get me through a tough day.
6. My backpack weighs more than me. (When I put it in the front seat of my car I have to buckle it up so that the dang beeping seatbelt alarm shuts up)
7. Chemistry sucks all happiness and joy from my soul. (5 days of the week) Fun sucker.. :(
8. I've written approximately googleplex papers this semester.
9. I'm grateful for my awesome memorization skills.
10. I'm one of those people who prays in the testing center.
11. Yesterday my last highlighter died. I'm lost now.
12. I hate iClickers more than chocolate.
13. I have 8 professors who think that their subject is the most important.
14. The best part of my day is lip syncing Beyonce in the mirror.
15. I refuse to wear my glasses in class, so I'm a front row sitter.
16. When I need therapy I go outside and look at my mountains.
17. "Maybe I should go to hair school."-Me. Everyday
18. My roommates are angels sent from heaven and help me survive on the hard days.
19. Whitney Study/Homework/Still Have A Buttload of Fun While Doing it Minnick
20. I cheer when I see 78% on the testing center screen.
21. My Mom is seriously the best Mom. Ever. I love you Mom.
22. I've learned a lot. I've learned that I can do hard things.
Let's just say that I won't let my future kid pick 22 for the back of their jersey.
My to do list....Whitney
To Whom It May Concern:
Tall, dark, handsome, rock hard abs, chiseled jaw,
huge biceps, built, athletic, smart, funny, honest, hardworking, good listener,
rich. Ryan Reynolds, if you will. The perfect man. Find me this man and I will
forever be your servant.
Not really. I'm just kidding. No, but really..if
you find this man send him my way.
Now you think I'm conceited right?
Hahahahahahahaha...kind of.
All of the traits above are truly wonderful, and I
would not complain if the man I marry carries those above.
HOWEVER...
A priesthood man. THAT is what is MOST important to
me. I look for someone who loves the savior Jesus Christ. I look for a man who
knows that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints is the only true
church. I look for a man who knows that God lives, that his son Jesus Christ
atoned for the sins of the world. A man who sustains and believes in the
prophet Joseph, the restorer of our gospel. I want a man who has served a
faithful mission, who can take me to the temple. Who respects women, and loves
his mother. I want to marry a hard worker, a man who will provide, preside, and
protect my family. I want someone who can bring positivity and joy into my
life. I want a man who will turn to the Lord in everything they do. To me, this
is the perfect man. A priesthood man. One who strives to become like Christ. A
man who deeply understands the atonement, and uses it. A man who will be with
me for eternity.
Yes, I am only 18. But, this is what I want for my
future. I worry and think daily about my future husband. I only hope that he is
doing the best he can now.
To me, an attractive man is a man of god. A man
with a great personality.
To my future husband, I love you.
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