Impossible Things

(sabino)

“I can’t believe THAT!” said Alice.
“Can’t you?” said the Queen in a pitying tone. “Try again: draw a long breath, and shut your eyes.”
Alice laughed. “There’s no use trying,” she said, “one can’t believe impossible things.”
“I daresay you haven’t had much practice,” said the Queen. “When I was your age, I always did it for half-an-hour a day. Why sometimes I believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast!”

-Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking-Glass

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Have a lovely weekend! Believe at least six impossible things.

xo

(p.s. this post was originally for my nieces, but I figured we all need a little reminder sometimes)

One Year

Today is a very exciting day.

Exactly one year from this very day my dear friend,

Elder "Ace" Morgan, entered the MTC to serve in the Quezon City, Philippines mission.

We went to school together for five years before we actually spoke.

I remember he walked into creative writing late, like he did everyday.

Sat down in front of me, like he did everyday.

And ignored me, like he did everyday.

But on this day his tag was sticking out.

"Your tag is sticking out." I mumbled more to myself, knowing he would probably ignore me.

"What?"

"I said. Your. Tag. Is. Sticking. Out."

"Okay." He turned around completely ignoring my annoyance with his tag flailing in the AC.

We continued ignoring each other for a few more days until one day he slipped a piece of paper on my desk with an anime comic of me karate chopping his tag off. He sat in front of me smirking.

Ironically, a series of unfortunate events(not the book) brought us together. Through similar personal struggles we became close friends and confidants.

I wish I could tell you his story. Or tell you why we were meant to be friends. Or why I'm so proud of where he is and what he's doing. But I can't. That's his story. Not mine.

He is: My friend. My weekly reminder that I am a daughter of God. My Dr. Phil(I bet he's going to love that I compared him to Dr. Phil). My Umbrella-ella-ella. My CHALK ART. My Lagooooon bus ride buddy. My snakesalive? And my daily reminder that every person comes into our lives for a reason.... Even that annoyingly quiet kid in your creative writing class.

xo

Summer Goals

You may think I'm jumping the gun by coming up with summer goals. This is not me being on top of things as much as it is me needing something to hold me over until the Polar Ice Caps defrost.

This summer I want to:

Spend a lot of time here...

Learn to make this...

Make this lovely...

Go on lot's of adventures here....

Sew one of these...
Wear a lot of these...
Eat an astronomical amount of these...

Drink lots of this...

Read this...

Enjoy a lot of these...
And forget about this....at least for a little bit.

xo

Post edit: I posted this last night...this morning I woke to a snowy provo. I think I'm supposed to learn to love the snow. I may take the advice of a friend who told me today, "When life gives you snow make sno cones."

Snow Day Turned Scone Day

This morning I woke up to snow swirling outside.

My immediate reaction was to complain(remember I want spring).

But then a lovely thought came into my head....

Today isn't just a snow day.

No, today is the perfect day for cinnamon scones.

And that my friends is how my frown turned into a smile.

I {heart} this recipe.

When Santa is loosed....

Today in my D&C class we were discussing section 29....in a nutshell it's about the signs of the times and what happens before and after the second coming. My Professor mentioned that Satan will be loosed after "the little season". I scribbled that down. And a few seconds later I realized that I accidently wrote:

"Santa will be loosed after the little season to tempt us."

I then spent the next twenty minutes trying not to pee my pants every time I looked at my notes. I'm glad I can at least crack myself up. 

xo

Dear Spring,

this weekend I had a taste of your deliciousness.

I now wish for:

-pink lemonade

-the smell of chlorinated water

-kites in the sky

-the sound of crickets after a long day 

-my sundresses that have been patiently packed away

-hand stitching in the sun

-the birds that live outside my window

-seedlings in the garden

-easter egg hunts

-picnics in the park

Please, come quickly.

xo

p.s. Tell Winter he's overstayed his welcome. 

I {heart} you.

( Sabino)

Happy Valentines Day (weekend)!

xo

Huh?

A couple of weeks ago my ward had this announcement in the sacrament program:

"Choir Practice: 3:40-4:30 in the chapel, we are short people so please come!"

I'm still not sure if they meant A) they need some tall people or B) they are looking for more short people?

 

xo

Langston

(he's such a speedy little guy, which makes it impossible to get a decent picture)

Last week was Iker's 22nd birthday. (If you don't know Iker go here) 

Naturally, it was my quest to find him an awesomely cool present.

I racked my brain until finally Voila! I had it. 

"A goldfish in a vase."

"You're going to get him a goldfish for his 22nd birthday?" My mom didn't seem amused.

"I'm not going to get him a goldfish. I already did."

"Ok." My mom seemed apprehensive. Like she was questioning my sanity.

When Iker showed up to claim his fish in a vase, I had him close his eyes until he was directly in front of the fishy vase. When he opened his eyes I knew it was love at first sight. The little goldie swam back and forth and then directly to where Iker was. 

"Look! He knows I'm his dad!"

After the adventure of a lifetime we got the little goldie safely to Iker's apartment. When I walked into my apartment later that night I was slightly sad to have the little bugger gone. I texted Iker to tell the fishy I missed him. 

Iker and I have gone a little fish crazy. We used to sit and talk about movies and books. Now we talk about Langston. Our conversations go something like this:

"How's the fishy?"

"He's doing okay. Yesterday he seemed lethargic so I changed his water and put his bowl near the window."

"Hmm, if this continues you should put a pea in his water. I read somewhere that peas help goldies."

Now I'm questioning both of our sanity. 

Je t'amie, little Langston.

xo

Monica

(I'm her mom! No, she's not!)

This weekend I had  surprise visitors. 

My sister Monica and her husband, Lukey.

I love my sister (and Lukey too! But this post is for Monica)

I love that she is my sanity when I have none.

I love that she makes me laugh when I mess up.

I love that people always ask if we're twins.

I love that no matter how alone I feel I know she's always there.

I love that she's been an example to me of getting through hard times.

I love that we have the same inside jokes we've had for years.

I love that we can sit in the target parking lot and share cupcakes.

Thanks for visiting, Monica and Lukey! I miss you already.

xo

Happiness is...

( Sabino)

Spending a carefree weekend at home.

Hearing Sofia say "Cheese!"

New finger nail polish.

Sewing the most lovely slipstitch

Getting presents for no reason at all (Thanks, ABMB!)

Blue skies and cozy sun.

Red hot blue corn chips.

Looking at pictures.

Learning how to navigate in a new city.

Letters in the mail.

Seeing an old friend.

Skirts and tights.

That person who never lets you forget you are loved.

Learning.

Dark chocolate.

Men in gray sweaters.

Tiffany Blue.

Waking up to sun beams and not an alarm clock.

Peonies.

That song that you can't help but believe was written for you.

I had a beautiful day. I hope yours was equally so. 

xo

p.s. Happy February! I can't believe it!