Strength

I don't like people telling me that I am strong. I tell people that my mom passed away and they see how happy I am and they call me strong. They complement me on my strengths and my faith. Makes me feel like a hypocrite. I am not any stronger then they are they just haven't gotten a chances to have it tested. I am not that strong and my happiness is actually kind of bad sometimes because I use it as a shield to hide from my actual feelings. That is what I learned when my mom died, that I didn't accept negative emotions. Though I do find it a compliment that people can't tell that my Mom died, but really what do you expect me to be like? Some sad emotionally desturbed little girl who wear all black and whenever I get the chances cry is small dark corners by myself. I don't know I just know that it is my petpive to be called strong because I am not strong, at least not by myself, I am only strong because of my family and my faith. And for people to say that I-me-myself alone is strong just makes me get that itchy feeling that I deceiving people. But let me tell you don't tell them that you are not that strong because then they start calling you humble and that just makes me want to scream!!!!

bugs, worms and other things.

Um...well I should be studying for one of the two test that I have but I really really really don't want to. I would rather wait and wait and wait and never do it. I just don't know what to do with myself. I am like a... what am I like. Probably like a fly in the winter. I move real slow everywhere, but I do some how make it places. There must be a really bad frost right now because I am just vegetating in my chair in the corner watching my roommates talk to each other. I am so weird. I don't know what I am going to do with myself. Probably something productive, maybe, maybe not. YUCK!! I don't know what to do with myself and now I am repeating what I said earlier. I feel like one of those poor sad dehydrated worms on our side walks that are slowly being trodden down into the concrete. Poor little things. Well that is enough of that, I will get back to my work.

And the world went dark

Today I went to the temple to enjoy the spirit of the lord. After sitting There in the chapel for about 10 minuets all of the sudden the lights went out. Not just the lights in the bottom of the baptistery fount like I did when I leaned against the light switch with my shoulder blade, but every light in the whole building. Soon the coordinator came in and told us that the power was out in the whole city. So we could either wait it out or go home. I thought about it, but what could I do at home that would be better than being at the temple? So I stayed and in an hour or so the lights came back on and everything went as  it normally does. I am sure I will never forget that temple trip.

Why I love my family (2009)

When I got home this is what I did with my family.

 We are all just happy to see each other

A family of Nija Nothing can stop us

except maybe the landing

Super man

Can you get low low low low?

Give me a V!

Raising the bar

hovering 

Static!

Betty D. Bluebird

This is the inside of what was going to be come my college car.

She had been pretty loved, or miss loved just depends on how you think about it

She's a pretty good size

And she doesn't believe in being ordinary

And we loved each other. If only she could have made it the two hundred miles to college and started in cold weather and had acceleration. Then it could have worked out. But it's okay she's not hear because I can just walk everywhere and count that as my exercises.

snow and the removal there of (2009)

This is about three month late, but I need to make some space on my computer because a message keeps on popping up saying my hard drive is FAT, and it just isn't good for my computers self-esteem, you know? I mean he's already kind of a big guy any way. So these next picture are from when I woke up at 5 something saw it was snowing and decided to sweep our front pourch

which led to a bath to the van

which led to getting the snow off of that which led to the other cars which led to Aunt Lynelle's and Uncle Bills patio, which led to the shop side walk, whcih led to the shop stairs

which lead to a path to all of the cars whcih led to me looking weird and being cold.

The lord in my life

I was able to go to the temple with my roommate Amanda and that was amazing. Next Thursday I will be able to go with Amanda and Indie my other roommate to the Temple. I love the fact that I am at a school where I can walk to the temple and I have roommates who ask me to come with them. I find it a great blessing. Speaking of blessings I got made the FHE Mama, so I am the girl leader of the FHE group. When I got set apart it made me realize how watchful the lord is of me. Because all of my questions and worries were answered or quelled and this is the first time I have met him and he didn't even know my name. The priesthood is an amazing thing.

The dangers of driving a Van

Today I was driving Tasha back from preschool and on the cross of Kuna and Robinson road and a car pulled out in front of us only fifteen feet. I slammed on the break swerved a little and almost hit the little white car, which I would have actually have one if we had hit. I cried out IDIOT! And Tasha was too shocked to tell me I had said a naughty word, but instead said "I didn't expect that." I laughed a little hysterically and told her that I hadn't expected it either. I was quite shook up and I had my adrenaline pumping fast. You would think that being in a van would make people more wary of you, but I guess people don't remember the laws of physics when they are driving.

Betty D Bluebird

How do I describe such a creature of unique quality. My little Nissan I am pretty sure drove with dinosaurs. Shes mostly baby blue except for the driver door and the rust we painted over with gray paint behind the rear tires. She doesn't like to accelerate, she reeves like she is going ninty, but hip hops to twenty. If you press the break too hard when stopping she might die. When you so break you have to turn the wheel to the left because she always wants to choose the right. Her radio actually has nobs which you physically have to turn in order to tune it and when you change the volume it sometimes affects the way the station comes in so you have to reajust the tuning nob. The previous owner must have been a very large/fat person because the right side of the seat is bent and sunk in as if someone pushed on it until they could fit their leg/body to hit the gas and break petal. Oh, and she only has two seat belts in the back Her windshield whipper don't work. If you roll down any window you have to make use the car is stopped so you can open the door and us two hands (one to push the glass up the other to make sure the black stuff around the window isn't in the way) to close it. If you open the passenger window it doesn't roll down it fall off its track in the front exposing a small space along its backside and one on the tippy top of the window. Betty some times blows hot air, but only on the floor and you have to have been driving her for at least ten minuets.