I believe.

"It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods... to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship...All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to (this) destination. It is in light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with awe and the circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with one another."

-C.S. Lewis

Welcome, Welcome 2011!

My mom and I being wild and crazy at temple square on New Years Eve

I'm excited for 2011 to come.

2010 was a hard year.

In fact it was a hard-knock-life year.

But I'm ready to say "toodle-loo!" to 2010 and "Hellooo 2011!"

To keep myself motivated and convinced that this year is going to be amazing I've come up with 11 goals for 2011.

1. Get my financial ducks in a row. budget, budget, budget!

2. Do yoga at least 3 times a week.

3. Graduate with my Bachelors.

4. Take a long walk with my soon-to-be-home Elder Ace.

5. Travel somewhere I've never been before.

6. Cook something new once a week.

7. Find a big people job.

8. Get my big-top-secret project under way.

9. Eat my veggies.

10. Let my broken heart be the past. For reals.

11. Snag me some man candy...kidding! Meet a new friend everyday.

Dear Sir,

You have my permission to dedicate this song to me.

Love,

Your Sabrina Danielle

The Chocoholic

In the past month I haven't had a moment to even sit down unless it was to work on homework, or anything work related.

I came home about a week ago and even since I've been home I haven't had very much "down" time.

Yesterday I had this insanely wonderful idea.

I decided that I wanted to be the official Christmas Candy maker.

I began the process of melting my body weight in chocolate.

I made some homemade peanut butter cups which turned out lovely in a very vernacular kind of way, so I decided to try my hand at Peppermint Bark.

Then I realized I needed more chocolate.

I headed off to the grocery store because by this point I had become a crazed chocoholic and I needed more.

When I was walking into the store I wasn't really paying attention because my brain was buzzing with chocolate ideas and suddenly my life was flashing before my eyes because I walked through a bathtub of a puddle in the entrance of the store.

I'm sure if I had been paying attention I wouldn't have made half as much of a fool of myself.

But alas, it was not so.

I simply skated through the puddle as if I meant to do it.

Trust me, I didn't.

And then I proceeded to laugh the entire time I was in the store.

I blame the chocolate.

xo

P.s. For your chocolate fix I've added both the Peppermint Bark and Peanut Butter Cup recipes

Homemade Peanut Butter Cups

2 11-oz bags of dark chocolate (You can use whatever your heart desires, but I am a dark chocolate junkie)

1 cup peanut butter

48 tiny muffin cup

1. Melt one bag of the chocolate and spoon into the muffin cups. Let set in fridge for about 1 hour.

2. Spoon little dollops of peanut butter on top of each cup.

3. Melt the second bag of chocolate and then cover peanut butter.

4. Set in fridge for another hour

5. Enjoy!

Peppermint Bark

4 11-oz bags of dark chocolate

2 11-oz bags of white chocolate

12 Candy Canes

1 tsp peppermint extract

1.line an 11-by-17-inch baking sheet with parchment, and set aside.

2. In the top of a double boiler, melt dark chocolate, stirring constantly.

3. pour into the prepared pan and let set in the fridge for about one hour.

4. With a chef’s knife or meat tenderizer, pound candy canes into 1/4-inch pieces.

5.In the top of a double boiler, melt white chocolate, stirring constantly.

Stir pieces of candy canes and peppermint oil into the melted chocolate.

Remove from heat, and pour quickly(dark chocolate will melt) over the chilled dark chocolate; spread evenly. Chill until firm.

Break into pieces, and serve. Store in an airtight container in the refrigerator for up to one week.

Memory Box

disregard the fact that I look horrible in this picture

I've been home for the past few days.

It's been so very good for me.

My heart needed a place to begin to repair itself.

I've been feeling weathered and worn.

Now I feel slightly less so.

Today I was reorganizing my old room in my parent's house.

I came across letters, yearbooks, notebooks, English papers, trinkets, jewelry, and all kinds of lovely little pieces of me.

Part of me felt strange.

Like I was going through someone else's memories.

And then I found a silly short story that Ace and I wrote together so many years ago...

And I remembered who I was.

Remembering who I had been before life got hard and big decisions had to be made, made me want to sit there and hold that paper so tightly.

I'm not sure why.

Other than that maybe for a second I needed to remind myself that though I've come a long way I still have miles to go.

xo

Oh, David, you slay me.

On Mondays and Wednesday I have Intro to Interiors from 8 am until 9:15 am.

At 9:30 I have History of Design and Architecture.

Both classes are taught by the same Professor.

My professor is completely brilliant and about as chipper as a Professor Snape from Harry Potter.

He has a talent for talking in a monotone voice while he spits off facts about design and all of the while remains unconcerned about the comatose students on the front row.

That's why when he has a moment like he had today I feel the need to document it....for his legacy.

We've been studying English Barque design and today we started Early Georgian.

Early Georgian is the first time in the history of design when furniture pieces are named after the designer and not the monarch.

Today Dr. T introduced the most influential English Furniture designer during the Early Georgian Era.

"It is Thomas (pause) Chippendale. Not. Chip and Dale. And not the Strippers."

Of course I was the only one who laughed out loud.

A mark of my maturity.

xo

P.s. I really love Dr. T's class and not just because he says racy things. But mostly because of that.

Dear Sir,

This morning I:

poured orange juice on my cereal,

tried to drown out the opera singing next door with hymns,

strained my brain for creativity,

and instead couldn't stop thinking about an epiphany I had last night.

Which is this, my love, the process of finding you has/and will be a long one because you are the only one who can complete me.

I think in heaven I promised you my heart and I think you promised me yours.

We probably even pinkie promised that we would find each other.

And I know when we find each other the impression you left on my soul will be filled again.

with love,

your Sabrina Danielle