him

A few of you have asked...and instead of answering you all separately, because I am that lazy, I thought I'd just answer you all, together, by doing a little blogging about the subject some of you have questioned me about. 

I've heard these two questions the most, thus, they're the two I will be answering. 1) Do you have a boyfriend? 2) How did you meet him?

So here goes.

The answer is: yes. 

I have found myself one great boyfriend and his name is Craig. Cute name, cute boy.

SEE?

So how did we meet, might you ask? Let me tell you.

We met at church. 

Basically.

Craig and I are in the same singles ward.

Story time. When I first entered singles ward, I remember one of the first weeks, sitting in the chapel and studying the hair of the boy who sat in front of me. It was dark brown and shaggy and had this wave to it that I thought was pretty neat. When Sacrament Meeting was over, I remember seeing this guys face...and it was a cute face. I saw him every week at church and always thought he was cute and seemed really sweet. I was intrigued, definitely, but of course, like most stories like these go, I did absolutely nothing about it.
Once, during the summer there was a big ward Family Home Evening. My best friend Dani and I went to it and spent the whole time sitting at a table, eating and talking to the other people at this table. One of the people sitting at this table was the boy with the cute face and cool hair. His name was Craig, I learned. Again, I thought he was cute but took no action.
Eventually, after time passed, Craig and I began saying 'hi,' and 'how are you?' to each other at church. We even became Facebook friends. A while later, Craig's brother got married and I went to that pretty wedding reception with my mommy-dearest. I saw Craig there and told myself I would talk to him. Guess what? I did. It wasn't much and it wasn't long, but I did it. Go, me.
And I'd say it started something good.
Long story short, we started talking more often and then one pretty day...Craig asked me on a DATE! I felt pretty lucky that the boy I'd picked out months ago as the cute boy from the ward was asking ME to go on a date with HIM! Butterflies.
I'd say the first date went pretty great because we went on our second a few days later and look where we're at, now! :)

Pretty cool how things work out, sometimes and how lucky one little girl can get!

Merry Christmas!!

birth

When the Christmas season is here, its also birthday season in the Walker household. Little Miss Adi and I celebrated our birthdays, this week. On the twentieth, Adi turned ten and on the twenty-first, I turned twenty-one. (i'm old, now) I'd say we both had a pretty good day in celebrating the anniversaries of our birth. 

Cute Adi (for the second year in a row) had her dance recital on her birthday, so on my birthday we combined our birthday celebration. Our family and Craig, went to PF Changs then went back home to relax, have fun and eat pie. It was a very, very good day!

(i have a cute boyfriend) 

(you're right. this is a boring post but i'm laying here on the couch with my laptop on christmas eve watching the santa clause and had nothing else to do and when i started typing, i discovered i wasn't in a creative-writey mood...but i still wanted to post the pictures and such)

And while I'm here, I hope you all have a VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!!! 

just because..

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photo credit: kolob ysa ward

Ruptured

photo credit: craig

December 10th, 2011. It started off like any other day. I woke up, I was tired, blah, blah, blah... I dinked around for a few hours, keeping in mind I had tithing settlement at 2:30 but should get there around 1:50 because Dani {my best friend} had her appointment then and it never hurts to be with her more...

So I got in my car and I started driving to my church in Provo. I was feeling fine and was excited to see Dani, Craig and our two other friends, Eric and Ryan.

Then it happened.

I was probably two minutes {or so} away from the church when all the sudden the WORST pain I've ever felt pretty much attacked my lower abdomen. I don't know how to explain it, really. Cramps x1,000,000,000... something like that except it was more on the side of my body than the middle.. Annnnnyway..

I've had weird pains shoot through my body before so I just convinced myself it was nothing to worry about and I'd be fine in a few minutes. When I had parked my car and started walking towards the church, I sort of started to figure out this wasn't a normal pain I'd had before and 'a few minutes' wasn't going to heal me. I couldn't stand up straight for the life of me, the pain was constant - it never let up, and I couldn't think clearly. In short, I was in a whole lotta pain.

I let Dani know that I was hurting but wasn't trying to make a huge deal out of it. Wellp, I guess I don't have a good poker face because next thing I know, everyone was asking me what was wrong. I explained my symptoms and my friends were worried, telling me I should go to a doctor. Dani and I went into the bathroom to check it out, you know, see if there was any visible problem. I was kind of bruised but nothing too serious.

I had my interview with my awesome Bishop, then went back into the hall where Craig, Dani, Ryan and Eric were, also. I sat on the floor, trying to roll into a ball without drawing too much attention to myself and staying modest..

Sooo...You know you have a good best friend when she starts reading your mind and is saying the things you are too prideful to say. Dani told the boys I wasn't doing too well and thats when they started really pressuring me to go to the hospital. At first I was fighting it, telling them I'd be fine, but then I caved to the pressure. I was hurting and I wanted to be better...so the hospital seemed like the right place to go. After I received a blessing and some well-wishes, Craig and I were off.

Now I could sit here and bore you with details about my looong visit to the ER with my super sweet boyfriend, but boring blogs aren't fun to read, so I'll try to just gloss over what went down.

I got there and the funny little moments began. Lets just say, Craig now knows allllll about me and my body. They ask a lot of questions there. When was your last period? Was it normal? How much do you weigh? How tall are you? When is your birthday? Are you sexually active? Any chance you're pregnant? Have you had any pain going to the bathroom? Have you noticed blood in your urine, etc, etc. Ah yeah, that was fun... Oh, and I'm pretty sure they asked those same questions like, ten thousand times.

photo credit: craig

I had to give a urine sample, I was hooked up to an IV (scary) and had some blood taken, I had a cat scan, I was given some weird thing through my IV that made me warm and feel weird and made my fingers and toes hurt and gave me this funky metal taste in my mouth, I was poked and pressed, I was given some morphine...which is an excellent drug. I now see why people become addicted to things. I felt great! No pain after that pumped through my veins.

At first, the doctors/nurses had their suspicions that I could have something wrong with my appendix but it was more likely that it was kidney stones. But of course, it would take a while before we'd really be able to know anything.

photo credit: craig

Craig and I did a lot of sitting around and waiting. Like, a lot. Poor Craig. I'm sure this isn't how he wanted to spend his saturday. However, like I've said before, he's the biggest sweetheart ever! He never complained and he was a great distraction from the pain, sitting there next to me, smiling and ready to talk, always asking how he could make me more comfortable, laughing with me when the drugs took over and I became loopy and twitchy, trying to get me to fall asleep, listening to the doctors and nurses because I was too drugged to really pay attention and the list goes on and on. I'm really not sure how in the world I got so lucky to be with this great guy :) Yay.

A few hours later they finally had a diagnosis for me.. "The bad news,"the doctor said, was that I still would hurt. "The good news?" Its nothing serious. Just some ruptured ovarian cysts which are apparently ranked in the top 10 as far as pain goes. (i agree.) He informed me after a few days I should be as good as new and feel great. Whew. Dodged a bullet there, right?

Oh, and just in case I didn't tell everyone there enough times that there was no chance I was pregnant and that I'm not sexually active, they went ahead and took a pregnancy test anyway. It came back negative. Told ya.

craig's doggie and me, nappin' on the couch
photo credit: craig

After our fun little adventure at the ER Craig took me back to his house where I crashed on his couch for hours! I took a few naps, we watched movies, I ate toast, it was good. Craig and his great family took good, good care of me. Like I've said before, I'm one lucky gal. Very, very.

A few hours later, my cute Craig took me home and I slept pretty decently that night... Now here we are two days later and just like my doc said, every day I'm feeling a little better! The Lortab sure helps me feel better, too :) 

gingerbread

Christmas is just around the corner, folks. I'll be more specific, it is in fourteen days. Two weeks away. 

YAYYYY!!!!!

Anyway, Christmas isn't Christmas without a few traditions, right? Thats actually a funny introductory sentence to this paragraph because the subject of this blog post isn't at all a Walker-family-tradition... But maybe this is the beginning of a new one. Alright, enough small talk. 

We made gingerbread houses two days ago.

Savannah. Adi. Craig {thats my new, cutie-boy}, and myself. It was so, super much fun! And I've got to say, we finished with four real good lookin' houses any gingerbread man would fight to live in. 

But don't take my word for it, see for yourself: 

building a gingerbread house wasn't a one-person job for us girlies

hard at work

yes, craig put frosting on my face

little miss bizbannah showing off (yet again) that she's the artsy one in the family

mine

craigs

savannahs

adelines

quicky late-night update

The end of the semester is nearing. In fact, its really near...and you know what that means. 

Finals. 

Ugh. Studying is not one of my greater talents. I don't have a good enough attention span to do anything that feels like worth-while, productive studying and I'm so sick of writing paper after paper. I need to work on developing a better attitude towards school, eh? {especially finals/tests}

view from my studying spot at the uvu library

This definitely won't be a semester I'll miss. I try to have a positive attitude towards all aspects of my life, but I'll just cut to the chase, I very strongly disliked this semester. I won't miss it, not even the smallest bit. Hopefully next semester is better, but I'm not sure if it will be, its a jam-packed semester full of classes that sound pretty difficult and are most likely full of homework... 

What a shame. 

Especially since my social life has been quite fantastic, lately! No like, really. Guess what? I've been dating a super sweet, cutie-boy who makes me wonder what I saw in the past guys I've dated. Yep, he's that good.

Other than school and that handsome guy ^^ there isn't much else to say except that life is good! Remember a while ago when I was always bummy and no fun and I always talked about that light at the end of the tunnel I was working towards?

Well...

I've reached the light finally :) Everything is good, again. I'm a super blessed, lucky little lady. I always have been, actually, I'm just finally starting to see it, again.

And there you have it. The last few weeks of worth-while stuff in my life in a little blog nutshell. 

Momma's Prom Dress

Owl Eyes

I like to write, you know?

I especially really like to write poetry...or, my own little spin on poetry, I guess. I'm not sure what is technically considered real poetry.

Anyway, I think that my blog {this blog} should just be my life blog. You know, my blog about daily little things, or whatever else I may choose to write about. Whenever I post my 'poetry' I write, I feel like it disturbs the 'flow,' if you will, of this here blog.

Sooo, I've decided to start another blog. A ChelseaKate-Poetry blog. I think it'd be kind of cool if you'd read it or at least take a peek at it from time to time. I understand poetry isn't everyones cup of tea, but you know, I thought it'd be worth a try to get y'all to take a looksie!

The address is:

chelseakate-owleyes.blogspot.com

I hope you'll give it a chance. If not, its cool, we can still be friends (:

You're all grand.

there's so much to be thankful for

These are the lyrics from Josh Groban's (yum) song called, 'Thankful.' Great Thanksgiving song.

Hope you're all having a fabulous Thanksgiving and take a moment or two to really think about how blessed we all are. There's SO much to be thankful for! 

Somedays we forget
To look around us
Somedays we can't see
The joy that surrounds us
So caught up inside ourselves
We take when we should give.

So for tonight we pray for
What we know can be.
And on this day we hope for
What we still can't see.
It's up to us to be the change
And even though we all can still do more
There's so much to be thankful for.

Look beyond ourselves
There's so much sorrow
It's way too late to say
I'll cry tomorrow
Each of us must find our truth
It's so long overdue

So for tonight we pray for
What we know can be
And every day we hope for
What we still can't see
It's up to us to be the change
And even though we all can still do more
There's so much to be thankful for.

Even with our differences
There is a place we're all connected
Each of us can find each other's light

So for tonight we pray for
What we know can be
And on this day we hope for
What we still can't see
It's up to us to be the change
And even though this world needs so much more

There's so much to be thankful for

Every Time

When I'm with you, I am happy. I like to be by your side.

 Every time I have the chance to speak to you, I wonder if you see the butterflies as they fly.

 There's something 'bout your magical eyes, your crooked smile and your strong arms. 

Your will to serve, your friendly voice, your listening ear, your genuine concern for who I am, my well being. 

I'm someone special in your presence, every time I'm there.

Your arms are where I find myself wishing I were.

Every day I long for the deep, beautiful conversations we lose ourselves in, each time we have one another.

You make me smile.

The passenger seat of your car...

Its too easy to recall how it feels sitting there watching you, so confident, handsome and nonchalant. 

I feel my heart wish for those bright lights.

I hear my breath as it leaves me because you, who you are, takes my breath away every time.

You make my heart beat out of control.

You make my smile emerge, no hope of concealing it.

Your touch makes me spin.

Your hugs make me believe in this shining moment.

Your voice gives me chills.

Your eyes melt my soul.

You, you make me fall more and more each day...

Every time.

"Be Thou an Example of the Believers.."

I had the coolest experience happen to me today. 

I get my e-mail on my phone and usually when it comes through and I hear its specific little 'ding' I ignore it until a later time. Today was no exception, but when I did look at it, I found an e-mail from an address I wasn't familiar with. Normally, I'd immediately delete them but from my phone, I could see a small part of the e-mail that struck my interest...so, I decided to open this mysterious e-mail and boy am I glad that I did.

It was an e-mail from a girl from Pennsylvania who has been reading my blog for some time, now...actually, here's a better idea...I'm going to go ahead and copy and paste this e-mail to the blog so you can read it! {she gave me permission, so its okay!}

Dear Chelsea,
My name is Catherine and I am a 28 year old woman from Pennsylvania which I know is far from Utah but I much like you have difficulties falling asleep at night so sometimes to try and "wear myself out" I will look at blogs and hit the "next blog" button. Several months ago I came across your blog in this way and was pulled into it quickly. I enjoy the way you write and your sense of humor, you seem like your a very fun girl with a great personality. I found myself late one night reading many posts in your blog way back even to 2009. You have a great life! The whole time I read your posts I kept thinking that you have this special light in your life and I couldn't put my finger on why I thought that. Several times I almost e-mailed you in hoping to ask you about your life and possibly discover why you seem so well rounded and bright. Then I came across a post you did where you talked in great detail about being a member of the Mormon church or as you taught me, it is called the LDS church. I felt very happy when I read about your religion so I clicked on your tag called "LDS" and then read all of your posts on your church. I was overwhelmed with this feeling that I wanted to have that cool religion in my life to. I read your posts on your general conference where the prophets of your church spoke and I visited the link you had to the church website and learned a little bit about your book of Mormon which seems to be a lot like the Holy Bible but with more to do with the LDS faith. I decided to order one and recieved it only a few days ago and finally started reading it. I am in the book called 1 Nephi only a couple chapters in but I am enjoying learning about Nephi and Lehi and his brothers. When I read about your blog I read about your ex boyfriend who was a missionary for your church and when I looked at your church website i learned more about missionaries so I decided to contact missionaries through the Mormon website. They are coming to my apartment later this week. I just wanted to show my appreciation to you for being so open and faithful about your church because I believe it is about to change my life and I doubt I would have been interested in it if it weren't for you blog and the passion you have about your faith. Thank you for being a example to me in a time when i needed one most. Please tell this story and I will hope that people will learn from it and see they can learn about your church to.
God be with you,
Catherine


How neat is that???? Who knew I could do Missionary work through my blog?! I am so glad that this sweet lady found my blog and is reading The Book of Mormon and meeting with the Missionaries! I know it will bless her life (:
This whole experience has just really reminded me to always be an example of the Church of Jesus Christ of Later-Day Saints because you never know who is watching (or reading) your actions and examples!

With this in mind, I looked up the General Conference talk about being an example, read it, and loved it even more than I did the first time. Feel free to read it, here.

From a Mop to a Blonde

I'm breaking away from the 'thankful' posts, today. Well, actually I guess I'm thankful for what I'm going to talk about, but I am posting with the intention of showing off my adorable puppy (:

A couple days ago, my little mop-like puppy, Angus, got his first haircut. Now it is official, he is the CUTEST dog on planet earth.

mop-puppy

brand spankin' new puppy! who knew under all that hair he was a blondie!

Meds

I'm SO thankful for medicine.

The last two days I have NOT felt good. The blame goes to being a girl - cramps murder me and effect my whole body - and I think I've got some sort of sinus cold thing going on and I have a deadly headache. Its the opposite of joyful.

Now, unfortunately medicine only works on me about 40% of the time, but when it does work, theres pretty much nothing better in the world.

..and hey, when medicine doesn't do the job, naps work, too..  

Dates&Boys

Ohhh, dates (:

I like 'em. 

I like boys.

I like when boys take me on dates.

The good ones are fabulous...and the bad ones turn into good stories. Therefore, I'm thankful for them all!

I've been on a few dates recently that have been extra good - that is what inspired this post. 

I'm grateful that there are still some good guys out there who will call you and ask you on a date. I'm thankful for the boys who come pick you up at your door rather than honk or text you and tell you they're in your driveway. I'm thankful for guys who open doors for girls. I'm thankful for the guys who have tremendous manners. I'm thankful for the guys that somehow make me feel so incredibly special and important throughout our whole date. I'm thankful for the guys who walk a girl to the door and give her a hug/kiss/whatever it may be, even if the thought of it is awkward.

I am very, very thankful for good dates, but I just discovered I am even more thankful for good, good guys (: 

Disney

 I am thankful for Disney.
Disney makes my family and me happy. We go to both Disneyland and Disney World often and theres never been a trip there we haven't completely loved. Disney makes me smile and feel a big ol' happiness nothing else can give me. (: Disney, I love you.

exercise..

Today I am thankful, so very thankful for EXERCISE!

Being an exercise major, I guess you would expect me to say this, but really, exercise brings me some heavy-duty joy whether or not I'm studying this in school - and even on the days that I'd rather do anything else over exercising, I'm thankful for it because I know in the long run its keeping me healthy and in good shape. Exercise keeps me happy, confident and active, I don't see a thing wrong with this (: 

I Belong to the Church..

Today I am thankful for the gospel. I am thankful to be born and raised a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Later-Day Saints. I am grateful that I know the truth of this gospel and that I have a friendship with Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ. I am thankful for the opportunity to go to church each week and to have the continual motivation to better myself because of it. I am grateful for the scriptures and the lessons they've taught me and comfort they've given me. I'm thankful for the power of prayer and the chance it gives me to talk to my Father in Heaven. I'm thankful for the Plan of Salvation and the fact that I can live with my family forever, even after we die. I'm thankful for the Atonement and that I can be forgiven of my many sins. I'm thankful for the happiness and peace the gospel brings me in my life (: 

If you'd like to learn more about The Church of Jesus Christ of Later-Day Saints, click here.

Music to my Ears

It is November. The month of being grateful and thankful (:
I've really been wanting to post about something...anything, but haven't had much to talk about really, so I came up with this idea. Seeing as its the month of Thanksgiving, starting today I am going to post every day about something I'm thankful for. Unfortunately I missed the first few days of November so maybe if I ever get some extra free time I'll do a few make-up posts. Sound good? Yeah, I think it sounds good, too.

Today I am thankful for:
MUSIC
I have Pandora {basically a personalized radio} on my phone and I've been unable to separate from it for quite some time. Music makes me happy especially when I can find some tunes that go perfectly with my mood and how I'm feeling. Its the perfect way to express your opinions and great for if you need to vent or express severe happiness. I love all sorts of music to from classical and Mo-Tab to rap - to me, it is all good and fascinating to listen to. Can you imagine how awful the world would be without music? Gross...I'd be bummed. A lot. There'd be a big piece of my heart missing. I love music, listening to it, writing it, thinking about it. If it has to do with music, I love it. Music is my addiction.

I am thankful for music.

The People You Meet

I wasn't going to blog about this story, but I can't stop thinking about it. Its too weird & funny not to share.

And? Its a very fitting Halloween tale.

The other day I was at school in a particularly boring class. I always sit by the same boy in this class and we usually do a pretty good job and keeping each other entertained, but this particular day I guess we weren't doing it for each other because we both started talking to the guy that was on my other side.

At first it was just your typical small-talk. You know, how are you? Whats your name? Whats your major? All that.. 

Then we started talking about jobs.

Where do you work?

I replied - I don't have a job. My friend talked about his job for a second. Then this stranger told us about his job.

"I just work in my cult."

My friend and I both looked at this guy, puzzled. "Your cult?"

Guess what he said? Keep in mind he said this completely seriously...

"Yeah, I'm a vampire."

A vampire. Really? Wow...

Kind of ridiculously awesome, really.

Well, and just ridiculous. 

Apparently they do exist.

I don't know how I didn't see this, before, to be honest. He has fangs, yes, actual fangs and just looks...vampire-y, I guess. Perhaps I just never assumed/guessed he was a vampire because its not every day you meet one! Heck, I didn't know they existed! 

Bahahahahaha. Wow. 

Anyway...

We heard the news that our acquaintance was a vampire and we both knew we could NOT make eye contact with each other or we'd lose it in a laughing-fit. Did you know its really, really hard to keep your composure when a guy is telling you about his cult and the ways of Vampire-ism?

"Then my very un-shy friend asks, "So do you drink blood and stuff?"

The vampire then answered, again, dead serious, "We'll drink our own or each others but we're civil, we're not the kind that go out and attack people for blood."

"Oh."

"Cool."

I mean really, what do you say to that?

At least he wasn't one that attacked, I guess?

To say the least, I felt like I met Edward Cullen that day...I kept waiting {maybe slightly wishing, too} for him to tell me my blood smelled delicious and he wanted it, badly, and then he'd confess to me that he couldn't resist me, etc. 

Guys, he could have been my Edward...I could have been his Bella...Then I would have found a Jacob... 

It could have been cool. Like, real cool. But I guess my blood doesn't entice him enough for us to start living that twisted fairy-tale.

And there you have it.

I know a vampire.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! 

My Momma's Cooler Than Yours

Last night while I was trying to fall asleep I texted my pretty mommy and asked her to tell me a story, so I could fall asleep...

This was the GENIUS story that awesome lady texted me back: {enjoy}

Once there was a slug.

He was very slow.

He wished he knew how to play the flugelhorn.

But he couldn't.

He didn't have lips.

He wished he could tap dance.

But he couldn't.

He didn't have feet.

He wished he could sculpt an amazing statue.

But he couldn't.

He didn't have hands.

He noticed he left behind a disgusting trail of slime.

He decided to start a disgusting slime trail collection.

If only he had a bottle to store it in.

But he didn't.

He was under a log.

And he had only traveled an inch since the sun came up.

THE END

HAPPY BIRTHDAY

to the coolest, most amazing, fantastic, hilarious, selfless, perfect momma in the whole entire land.

I love you, mommy!! (: (: 

Quality Entertainment & Hotties

There have been nooooo good movies, lately. Until recently. Two of my new favorite movies came out. What are these movies? 

FOOTLOOSE

&

THE THREE MUSKETEERS

Best movies in a long, long while, folks. If my opinion matters even the tiniest bit to you, I'd suggest you go see them as soon as you can. 

As an added bonus, you'll get to look at these hottie-mc-hott-hott men! (: Yum.

Logan Lerman

Kenny Wormald

Orlando Bloom...still love him with all my heart

Wishin' it was Thursday

Confession time: That whole nerd thing?

Yeah, didn't last. I don't even know if it lasted an hour, to be honest. Oops.

Anyway, I have midterms tomorrow. Well, technically, today. (its late) In six and a half hours.. Boo. Because I didn't magically transform into a schoolastic nerd like I really, really hoped I would, all day today was filled with cramming for those awful exams. And I really mean all day. I didn't even put make up on or get dressed, I was so devoted to school work. It is now 12:40am and my brain is fried. I cannot take one more schooly thing or I may explode. Because I've been such a good procrastinating student, I rewarded myself by allowing a quick blog post before I get back to that evil. 

It felt good.

Now, sadly, tis time to get back to studying and deciding if I should pull an all-nighter or not. 5 o'clock is right around the corner anyway, right?! Ugh...

Oh and please, please, please WISH ME LUCK! (: 

studyin'..oh my lanta..

Mr. Brandon Flowers {is hott}

Brandon Flowers is the lead singer for the band, The Killers, and he is a Mormon.

This is awesome. Go ahead and watch.

spooky

I can't sleep tonight. Again. [shock.] So how about another post? 

I went on a date tonight. A very fun date! My date, Trevor, and I doubled with my best friend Dani and her boyfriend, Dallin. For this date, we went to Thanksgiving Points little Halloween fest, called, Cornbelly's. 

don't let this happy corn-man fool you...its scary there.

This place wasn't messing around. They had something there for everyone. We'd initially gone thinking there was just one haunted corn maze you go through. Turns out there was much, much more. Normal corn mazes, a haunted one, haunted "creatures" you walk through, a clown house and some more, but I won't bore you with the details.

We were brave people and took on the scary ones. I think its safe to say we were very, very scared. Or Dani and I were, at least. Very. I don't know why people do that kind of stuff for fun. Crazies. I can think of a million more fun things to do than scare yourself silly. I am a screamer and I feel like thats almost all I did tonight. It didn't help that I was that "lucky" person that kept getting scary people up in my face! Jeepers.. 

Regardless of the crazy scariness I partook in, I had a fabulous time with those three amazing people and feel pretty proud of us for braving such scary places - and I'm glad Trev didn't seem to mind me sticking like glue to him anytime I was scared. We made some pretty good memories there, too (: I'd share...but I think in this case, what happened in the corn maze, stays in the corn maze! 

 trevor & myself

dani & chels

sorry, didn't take a picture of myself with dallin ;) 

::swoon::

I could look at wedding pictures alllllllllll dayyyyyyyyyyyy longgggggggggg, if I could.

Today I was looking on FB and this girl I know posted this picture. I don't think its anyone she knows, she was just saying she wants a picture like this when she gets married. 

Um, ME TOO!!

And...This is the CUTEST picture on planet earth. So I had to blog about it so you all could see how darling it was, too. 

LOVE! Ps, I teared up a bit.

if that ain't true love, then i don't know what is!

One Mans Trash...

My lovely mother has taken on the challenge of cleaning out our garage. In the process of doing so, she found this old treasure of mine...

So what is this old, dirty feeling, poorly cared for notebook filled with, might you ask?...

Orlando Bloom, duh!! 

I think back in the day I could have very well been his #1 fan. I was unhealthily obsessed with this gorgeous, gorgeous, freaking hot, beautiful, lovely, enchanting man. My room was (literally) covered in pictures of this handsome british fella. When I slowly was fading from my Orlando obsession (wish that never happened...i miss him) I took down all the pictures and taped them into this notebook, because of course I couldn't get rid of them.

This is a Valentine my old neighbor, Austin gave me, one year (: I think his cute momma helped him in choosing which Valentine to send my way!

Yes, I would display/hang up pictures even if I had a million repeats of one picture...I think I have about 30 of this one! (no sarcasm)

Orlando was even gorgeous as a blond, long-haired elf. (even though i never was a Lord of the Rings fan)

Orlando, once, was in a Gap add...This picture is barely larger than my thumb nail. But of course I had to cut it out, hang it and eventually tape in in my Orlando shrine.

My mom keeps telling me to throw it away (its currently sitting on our fireplace) but I just can't get myself to do it! To my mom, it may be trash. But to me, it is my childhood. Like they say, one mans trash is another mans treasure.