it comes in threes

I promise I'm not obsessed, but the following three posts are about the same general topic...see if you can guess what it is.

Mr. and Mrs. Romney

On July 6th, 2007 my best friend and older sister, Nicole, got married to one of the greatest men I know. In honor of their recent nuptials, I have written a sad excuse for a poem, but here it is nonetheless.

This ode is for Nicole and Jake,
Two people who are far from fake,
I love them so dearly,
My voice says quite clearly,
I want what you have someday.

The care that you show to each other
The lack or the pleth’ra of brothers
Your testimonies are strong
You help others belong
I want what you have someday.

Exercising together in the early hours
Cuddling during warm April showers
Jake makes tunes on a whim,
And Nic laughs to stay trim,
I want what you have someday.

Watching The Phantom with glee,
For me it is easy to see,
Your love is eternal
Your example supernal,
I want what you have someday.

my new mantra

I was talking with some good friends the other night about life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness (that is to say, dating). This topic seems to come up all too often in my apartment complex, much of it based on speculation and theory rather than action (yes, Greg, I mean this in all terms of the word). In talking with them, I came to a conclusion about dating that I’ve decided is my new mantra:

IF HE’S INTERESTED, HE’LL ASK YOU OUT

By saying this, I’m not passing judgment or simplifying the thoughts and feelings of men but attempting to counter the overanalytical tendencies of my sex. I realize that there are caveats to this, but generally speaking, it hits the nail on the head. This is something many women live by, but occasionally our girlish predisposition to grow hopeful gets the best of us, and we end up setting ourselves up for disappointment. Therefore, I am going to live by this statement when it comes to dating. If he’s really interested, I’ll be worth asking out.

Once the asking comes, though, women also need to remember it’s just a date, not a proposal (Think flashbacks to How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days when she brings over the photo album of the photoshopped pictures from their yet-to-occur wedding and trips with their two yet-to-be-born children). Again, it’s just a date, not a proposal.

You’d think love would be pretty simple: finding someone you love who loves you back. And in the end, it usually is. But how can something be so exasperating and exhilarating at the same time?

For one of my summer jobs, I’ve had the chance to watch BYU students while they teach special education students in Heber and Salem. One of the special ed students is a 16 year old named Amanda. Amanda is fantastic—she has a positive attitude, works hard, and has a great understanding of the skills necessary to function in life beyond school.
One day while walking to the grocery store Amanda and I had a great talk about her love life. She told me about the boys that have been contacting her and the dates she’s been on. At one point, she exclaimed, “I just love boys.” Having her say that made me realize just how much I have to learn from her.

the most...

So the other day my sister, Monica, was talking with her son, Ethan. He'd done something that wasn't very good and Monica said in exasperation, "Your mom and dad love you the most; we want you to be happy." Ethan responded, "No, Stephy loves me the most."


Man, I love this kid.



Maybe it's prideful, but I just have to post it again.

in honor of the order of the phoenix

so i know i haven't posted anything real for a while (even though i have a bunch that will be coming soon) but i had to post this because i'm going to see the 5th harry potter movie.

i chuckled.