Lake Tahoe. ALWAYS fun.

Kids, did I ever tell you about the time me, your Aunt Kimmy and your Uncle Dwight went to Lake Tahoe? (I've been watching HIMYM)

It was June of 2012. Kimmy and I wanted to go to Tahoe soooooo bad and we finally had an open Saturday, so we reserved it for Tahoe. The day dawned sunny, but slightly chilly and windy down here in the valley. But we were still bound and determined to go to Tahoe, in spite of the foreboding weather conditions. We knew that any weather we had in Reno would be amplified times ten at Tahoe. But we headed up anyway with all our stuff and a big cooler of food. The group consisted of myself, Kimmy, Dwight, Conrad, Brad, Danny, Amy, and later on Rob and Dallin hit it up. Kimmy and I decided to be major optimists and not let the weather faze us whatsoever.

Upon arriving, we notice that the air is indeed a bit chilly, and the wind is a bit strong and biting. So we head out to the beach from the parking lot.

We get out there and the waves are HUGE. We are talking full on ocean surf, loud crashing noises, foam hitting our faces.... and it's so windy that we can't even hear each other talking. And Dwight, man do I wish I had a picture of his face. You know how when little babies go into sunlight, and they aren't quite used to it, so their eyes are kinda squinty and their nose is wrinkled up? That was totally Dwight's face. And Kimmy yelled something at me and I yelled back, "WHAT???" Because we couldn't hear each other talk. So the big beach wasn't going to work for us so we head to the little beach hoping that in the cove, the wind might not be as bad and the waves not as huge. We get over there and that was indeed the case, though it is still very windy and the waves are definitely not baby waves.

It was only about 63 degrees outside at this point, but we always HAVE to get in the water at least once. So Amy, myself, Conrad and Danny summon up the courage to jump in. Later on, I learned that when it is windy, Tahoe feels extra cold because all the deep water that never gets warmed up by the sun is stirred up to the surface, causing it to feel even more frigid than it usually does. We did not know this at the time, so we all just jumped in without a moments' hesitation. It was freezing. Took my breath away instantly and I jumped back out without staying in for more than 30 seconds. We all get out and try to get warm. The only way that was possibly was to lie down and stay under the wind. Which was deceptive because we would be laying there and start feeling like it was a little warmer and the wind wasn't too bad, but as soon as we tried to get back up, it would hit us full force and we would lie back down again very promptly.

So kids, that's how our first trip to Tahoe in summer of 2012 went. Kimmy and I couldn't stop laughing at the fact that we picked the single most horrible day to take a trip there that year. But as I said in the title of this post, Tahoe is ALWAYS fun, no matter what. I wish I had pictures of that trip, but my fingers were probably too cold to use a camera. Ahhh, good memories though.

Peace and Blessings!!

(Side note. I realize that I switch tenses a lot and my grammar is probably atrocious. This doesn't worry me too much, if it did, I probably wouldn't write a blog.)

Weekly Wisecrack #6

This week's wisecrack, brought to you by a 2 year old boy named Peter, who was one of the four little boys I babysat last weekend.

So I stayed over night at their house Friday night and stayed with them all day Saturday. We did cool stuff like legos and make brownies and skateboard and go to yogurt beach. And littler Peter, man that kid is stinkin' cute! He was my little buddy the whole time, we totally bonded. I don't know what won him over. It was either when I picked him up and spun him in the air until we both fell down sick or when I let him "do tricks" on my skateboard. Kids are so easy to please, I love it. Anyway, the mom and dad have another little girl named Lucy who they took with them on their trip. She is only about 8 months old. This piece of info will be relevant, I promise.

It came time for me to leave Saturday night, so I say goodbye to all and am walking out the door when Peter strolls out behind me like a sir saying, "I come with you." Simple statement of fact. Just like a sir. So I'm all, "sorry buddy, I can't take you with me." So his mom takes him inside and I later found out about this other half of the story.

She takes him inside and says, "You can't leave, Peter, I'd miss you too much!"

And he replies with, "Mom, you have Lucy now. I have Savannah."

Seriously, 2 YEARS OLD! I love little kid minds :)

I'm feelin' some words coming on

It's 1 a.m., I should never write posts this late. Or should I?

I just want to say some things I've been thinking lately. I get asked this question a lot. "Why/how are you not married yet?" When people find out I am 23, graduated from college, single... When I say I get asked that question a lot, I'm saying I have been asked it probably around 10 or so times. Also to add to that, people ask my parents too, putting in probably around 15 times. This question doesn't offend or bother me too much. Sometimes it kinda hurts to think about it if I look at it in a negative light. But mostly, this is what I try to think.

First off, 23 is still soooo young. I don't feel "old" at all. Well okay, that's a lie, sometimes when I see new kids graduating high school and coming into my YSA ward, I start feeling a little aged. But other than that, I don't feel like my hips are going to give out or anything. Oh wait, one already did! ha. But seriously, 23 is young.

The other thing I've been thinking is this. If I had gotten married at any point before this one, I would not have been through the things I have been through. I would not have met the people I've met. I would not have developed the friendships I've developed. I would not have gotten the time I have with my family.

Yes, I want to get married, I want to start my own family, I am not in any way saying that I am glad I am not married right now. But in some ways, I am grateful that it has not happened yet.

I was shy in high school, I mean REALLY shy. I was home-schooled, not out of my parents forcing me to be, but because I chose it because I was so shy. A lot of people say I was shy because I was home-schooled. No, I was home-schooled because I was shy. So that being the case, I didn't make very many friends at that point in my life, which I was okay with because I had my family. My brothers and sister, parents and cousins. But after graduating and starting at the single's ward, it was like a switch was flipped on inside me. I wanted to meet people, I wanted to have fun without inhibitions. I didn't want being shy to hold me back anymore. So I started making friends. And for the past five years since high school, I have developed such amazing friendships that I would not trade in for ANYTHING. If I had gotten married right out of high school, I would not have had those opportunities, I know it. These are friendships that I will treasure my whole life.

I have had the opportunity to get my bachelor's degree. Now, I know that I could probably still have gotten that while being married, but I know it would have been more difficult. I might not have been able to chose where I wanted to go to school, I might have had to take more time doing it...and again, I would not have met the people I met along the way.

Is it hard for me to be 23 and single? Having people ask all the time why I'm not married? Yep! It has it's down times, that's for sure, I'd be lying if I said it didn't. I see my friends getting married and having babies and I just think how much I want that in my life. But I am on God's time frame here, not mine. He is teaching me things and blessing me with things that I need in my life. And when the right one comes along, I'm not going to look back and think, "Why didn't he come sooner?" I am going to look ahead and say that this is the right time and the right person and my life has helped prepare me for this.

Some people might think that these are just the thoughts of a single girl comforting herself about her single-ness, and, well, that's probably partially true. But I love my life. I love the things I can look back on and the place I am in right now. And I know that when Heavenly Father sends the right guy my way, it's going to be another huge blessing. Until then, I just have to wait patiently, knowing that as I do my part, Heavenly Father is doing His and blessing the path my life is on with a million wonderful things and people.

Weekly Wisecrack #5

Okay, so this weeks' wisecrack is actually going to be a conversation that Kimmy and I had via text massage. (Spelled "message" like that on purpose, it sounds funnier if you pronounce it like that)

I can't remember all the exact words, but it went something like this--->

Me: "I was thinking about joining a gym, but I signed up for netflix instead."

Kimmy: "Bahahahahaha, you are my favorite person!"

Me: "Haha, the sad part is I am being totally serious. I just keep thinking of all these reasons why it's wiser not to join a gym."

Kimmy: "Yeah, because working out leads to hunger, which leads to eating, which leads to eating sugar, which leads to Diabetes!"

Me: "Yeah, and gyms also lead to driving far, which leads to using up gas, which leads to spending more money, which leads to using a credit card, which leads to debt!"

Kimmy: "So basicaly gyms turn you into a bankrupt diabetic!! I am so glad you didn't join a gym!!"

And THAT, my friends, is why you shouldn't join gyms!! Logically, it's jut not a good choice all around.

*Disclaimer* I am probably joining Fitness Connection in the next few weeks.

Weekly Wisecrack #4

This weeks' wisecrack is brought to you by my little buddy Gabe. Gabe is quite the wisecracker, he constantly makes us laugh around here. He is also a smarty pants, which causes me to use the phrase "Shut up, Gabe!" (in a funny, joking manner) about 3 times a day. He just one-ups me all the time with his sass, which of course, isn't okay.

So I got home the other night at about 9:30 from being social, I don't quite remember what I had been doing. Sidney, my mom, and Gabe were still awake. I am kind of in the habit of getting home after everyone falls asleep. I know, it's not necessary to do that every night, but I pretty much do. SO anywho, I walk in and Sidney says, "what are you doing home so early?" And Gabe adds,...

"Yeah, it's still the same day!"

To which I reply, "Shut up, Gabe!" (in a joking, non-harsh way, I swear, we all laughed)

And he gets added to my weekly wisecracks.