My Heritage

Recently I read my patriarchal blessing for the first time in about three years. I don't read it because it doesn't give me the hope I yearn for about my future family that I desire so badly for. Forgive me I know that's not the point of this blessing, it's not a magic eight ball but sometimes I wish it was. As part of my repentance I've been changing my attitude and seeking the Lord's guidance with this tool as well as others. This time there were a few phrases that stuck out such as this one: "Remember your progenitors. Seek to learn of their lives and to understand the heritage which you have received from them and how you can bless their lives."

This is how well Heavenly Father knows me personally. For about a year and a half I've been trying to spend more time with my grandparents, cleaning their house twice a month and visiting with the ones in Salt Lake, and writing letters to my grandma down in Manti. I figure I've been blessed to have them all still alive these 27 years of my life and I should take advantage of the time I have with them. The more time I spend with them the more attached I get, which is both good and bad, 'cause when their time comes it's not going to be easy. They've blessed my life so much so the least I can do is reach out and get to know them better and try and help them where I can.

It was my Granie and Gramps Broadhead 's 80th birthday party and Jesi and I made them a quilt of our family tree on it. Starting with them on the bottom branching out to each of us kids and grandkids. Here some pictures of that.

Jesi really did all the sewing and it was her idea, I just drew the tree and wrote all the names of the family members 'cause I have cute handwriting. Jesi is really talented at sewing she's been making blankets and purses for friends and gifts.

Granie has made each of her grandkids quilts to be given to them for their wedding, so we thought it might be nice to make her a blanket. I think she really liked.

They do more than the normal Grandparent stuff. They've given my family the eternal foundation, love and support for us to build our lives upon. This is the heritage they've given me and for that I'm eternally gratiful.

Leprechaun 10K

I participated in the Lady of the Lourdes Catholic School 10K this St. Patrick's Day with my friends at work. It's a fun race that starts on the East side of the Capital Building, going up City Creek for 3 miles and then continuing down the next 3 miles ending in Memory Grove. Everyone dresses in green and St. Patrick's Day costumes. My Co-worker Pat Noteboom's sons go to that school and he's been volunteering to be in charge of the race for the past three years now so we not only participated by running in the race but we helped with the T-Shirts and getting the runner's packages together. We really do it to support Pat's family rather than the school itself but as Pat says it's good to put in some volunteer time with the Catholic Church just in case God turns out to be Catholic. I love his attitude about different faith's, to him we're all children of God, no matter what we believe . . . and I agree.

This is my friend Rebekah (she thought she was funny and closed her eyes), her little girl Teagan walked the one mile health walk with Rebekah and our friend Melissa. It took them an hour as Teagan explored the trail, picking flowers and petting the dogs there at the event with the other runners.

This is our friend Melissa, she dressed up as a Leprechaun Yetty. Head to toe in this homemade yarn suit that took her two months to crochet. She won the Best Costume Award!!!

My goal was to finish the 6.2 miles in an hour and a half, but as I started going up City Creek I found it difficult to jog at all up the .5% incline to the half way point. It took me an hour to do those first 3 miles and as I saw all the other runners start back down I thought for sure I was deadlast. This bothered me a little until I changed my attitude and started being proud of my placement. It wasn't until I started back down the canyon that I realized that I was actually in 2nd to last place, another girl was treking her way up too. The way down these last 3 miles was easier as I found I could jog again down the hill. It only took me half an hour to run those miles and I crossed the finish line at one hour and 31 min. My friends Melissa, Rebekah, Teagan and Pat were there to cheer me to the finish. Not bad for my first time running outside, in the cold weather, and with inclines this season. Besides like my friends say it is better to finish dead last than not finishing at all, and it is better to not finish at all than to not start in the first place. The point is that I'm still having fun exercising and getting more fit for the upcoming half marathon I'm running this July 31st in San Francisco. Wish me luck!

My First Christmas Tree

My sister and I saw this 6' pre-lit Christmas Tree from Target for $50 when we went shopping on Black Friday around 10am (we're not early risers even on big shopping days) and ended up paying $25 for it because of the sale. . . which was a great steal of a deal until we realized that I grabbed the multicolored lighted tree instead of the white lighted tree that I wanted. So you'll call me crazy but we decided to buy a string of white lights and spent 2 hours exchanging the colored bulbs we didn't want with the white bulbs, leaving only the red, green and yellow lights to match the red, gold and brown ornaments and ribbons that we got to decorate the tree with. My fingers started to hurt after the first hour and the white lights were a little smaller than the multicolored bulbs and so we had to tape those in . . . but you know how if one light goes out they all go out . . . needless to say this started to become a nightmare of a project. But once I got the lights the way I wanted them and finished decorating the tree with the red and gold ribbons, christmas balls and brown glittered stars I knew that this gorgeous tree was worth the pain and trouble. The artistic and homemaker side of me was in heaven and I'm really proud of my first christmas tree. So what do you think? Was it worth all that work?

Mission Memories

A friend came over tonight and some how we started talking about my mission. So naturally I rambled on about this story and that, only this time for some reasons I decided to show her all my pictures and videos. Making this short conversation about how I got kissed on the mission to a whole nights worth of story telling down memory lane. Here are some of the funny pictures that really only my family has seen.




My first winter and Christmas my mother sent me the traditional Christmas PJs only she must have been worried that I was freezing in the new england winter because she sent me these footy pajamas. I didn't think they made footy pjs for 21 year olds but I learn new things everyday.





Keeping my hair straight in New Jersey's humidity was a challenge, especially when it down right poured rain. This picture was taken one rainy PD at Target. I didn't want to get my hair wet making it curly so I improvised.
















Then there were the days that were so hot that my shoes literally melted into the tar road. That's New Jersey for you.



New Jersey is sometimes pretty ghetto, but I love it. Like this beautiful garden with it's plastic fork border. They also would take fake flowers from the store and plant them in the ground.


But overall I found New Jersey to be beautiful. I loved my mission and I treasure these memories with all my heart.

God's solution

Let me preference this with this is not a april fools joke . . .

Yesturday I wrote about the conundrum I was having about this apartment my sister wants to move into, today I'm going to write about how God took care of things for me. I went to that $899 three bedroom apartment this morning and needless to say I didn't like it. It was off State street and so even driving into the apartment complex I didn't have a good feeling about it. But we took a look and as we walked in the smell of smoke made up my mind even before I saw the small bedrooms and dirty carpet.

This made me feel a little better of course that the extra money was worth it when you consider the greater apartment we'd be getting, but this didn't solve my own money worries. When I got to work my boss wanted to see me and I started to panic. With the economy things at the lab have been up and down, you never know what could happen and I'm not exactly the top of the totem-pole. I literally was shaking with nerviousness and so I said a prayer for peace before I went in. I kept thinking that if they had to let me go that this would be my answer, I'd have to move home after all. But instead my boss let me know that starting later this month I would have a 50 cent raise.

I couldn't believe it, in fact I started to think that it was a joke, but however funny Kyle, my boss might be, he wouldn't do that. So then I started to say a new prayer, this one in gratitude. Heavenly Father had anwered my prayer. As small as an extra 50 cents a hour may be it was the key to helping me feel okay with taking the nice apartment. It's as if God was saying that it was okay to live there and here's some extra confidence to help you feel comfortable. I feel reassured that I won't lose my job and therefore feel more comfortable finacially.

So thanks for your comments yesturday, but God has answered my prayers and I feel good about where He'd like me to be.

My Conundrum

So my sister Jesi has let me know that she does not want to live in this aparment anymore and that at the end of our contract this June/July we are going to move to a new apartment. That's not the real problem, the real conundrum is that the place that she has found and fallen in love with is a little expensive. My finances as they are a little tight between my new car, insurance (health and car) and school. It's a three bedroom apartment for $1045 a month, in which she could get the master bedroom and master bathroom, our friend Stephanie from parents ward would get the garage to park her car, leaving me with my own room (same size as Steph) sharing the 2nd bathroom with Steph. I'm the only one to not get any extra or special which is fine if I pay less rent then the others. Isn't that how it should go?

Everyone I've talked to said that the one with the master bedroom should pay $50 more and I don't know what the garage would be worth, but Jesi feels that because we are friends and family they shouldn't be charged as much for the extra perks as everyone says they should. So she took $30 off my third of the potential rent making my total $319 and both of them $364 a month. That's less than I'm paying now which is nice but with the extra utilities even being spilt by three I'm worried that things are still going to be tight. I don't want to live pay check to pay check like she does. I want to put money into savings every month so that I can travel if I want (I've been craving New York pretty bad) or be able to go to a concert or buy that pair of shoes without having to worry about paying my bills.

I don't know maybe I'm just overthinking this? I mean it is really nice apartment and the rent she's offering is less than what I pay now. I don't know it just makes me a little nervious. I'm going to go see a 3 bedroom apartment tomorrow for only $899 a month, maybe if I see how bad the $900 apartments are I'll feel more comfortable living in this $1000 one. Or perhaps the $900 one will be just as good and I'll see the other one is too much. The problem really depends on that and if Jesi likes it cause I want her to be happy too, it's just that she's picky and she has the money to be because she's not in school and so she can work more.

If I decide I don't like the apartment she does I'm not sure whats going to happen. We might have to split ways and I might have to move back home cause I can't afford to live by myself. That wouldn't be too bad, I really like my family but I'm 25 and I've been out on my own for almost 7 years between living at Snow college, my mission and these two years living with my sister.

Wow that felt good to get off my chest! So what do you think? I know it will all turn out okay but I want things to be fair and I really want to be comfortable financially.

Death by Italian

I've decided that my italian class this semester may be the actual death of me this time. I have a new professoressa who is more strict about the compiti e esame (homework and tests). I don't think that I am failing but I am pretty sure that I am not getting that B range grade that I have been able to pull off these past two years. Two years of this language and I am still struggling. . . ma va va (oh come on!) I met some return missionaries at my cousin homecoming this week who just returned from their missions in Italy. It was fun to talk in Italian with them, what little I could understand and speak, but it made me think that maybe I shouldn't have prayed so hard to be an english speaking missionary cause I could really use the gift of tongues right now. Especially when I found out that I have to have a B grade for grad school. Here I am a senior and ready to take the passing C grade just to be done with it when I find out about the grad school thing . . . again I say ma va va.

But don't worry I'm not going to die without a fight. I'll give it all I've got and then some. So wish me luck or at least say a prayer for me. Perche io bisogno di lo. (Because I need it.)