A Weekend Of Fun! (:

Today was the ward Christmas party, with some really delicious HAM!! (: And it was a lot of fun and I felt like I talked to more people than I usually do. Which felt good but in a weird way since I'm all socially awkward and stuff. Well not really, but pretty much.

The young women did a skit that me, Crystal, and Becca came up with (but mostly Crystal. Me and Becca came up with other ideas and kind of helped with that one.), and I don't think that anyone else really got it. At the moment it seemed really hilarious and cool, but now that I think about it it was kind of stupid and lame. And I would describe it for you, but my less-than-adequate ability to explain things, especially over text, would just make it worse. So I'll have to tell you later. (:

And I just realized that I left my book there. :/

Tomorrow is the perfomance of.... THE MESSIAH! :D

I'm excited and nervous at the same time. And none of you will get to see it. But rehearsal went well today. And after then Sister Prock took us to Wendy's to get some Frosty's. Well THAT was exciting! First this lady goes to throw her trash away and complains about how the trays are rectangles and the holes on the trash are circles, and about how she's "going to invent square trash holes".

Well the holes are circles for a reason.

Then this guy turns around and starts talking. He has a gun on one side of his belt and a knife on the other. Besides that he seemed pretty nice though.

Then we get up to the counter and there's probably three people working back there. And we see one person leaving. The trash in the back is practically up to the ceiling (gross) and this guy is trying to stack the bags in a trash can.

Then I ordered vanilla and they ran out, so I got chocolate instead, and there was a hair in it.

I thought maybe it was one of mine, so I took it out and kept eating. Then Mikaela found one in her Frosty too!

Plus, there's trash and dirty tables everywhere.

I wonder if they're hiring right now.

Well White Christmas is on, so I must go. Details later. I guess.

Thanksgiving

As you know, Thanksgiving was on Thursday. In our family, Thanksgiving means all of us going to someones house (Aunt Marcella this year), start eating dinner at 12, going out to some remote area of the desert to shoot things, play some trivia games, and then we eat more and go home at around 7.

Of course, since our family is hilarious, we always talk to each other. We probably would talk to each other even if we weren't hilarious, just to avoid a giant awkward silence the whole time. It would be a whole lot less entertaining though. Well anyways, we'll be sitting there talking and, for me Thanksgiving is kind of magical. Not Christmas magical, but I just get this peace throughout my whole body and my life is perfectly fine and safe for one day. There is no war and our government actually cares about us. There aren't any starving or homeless people, and everybody loves America. We are truly free to do whatever we want and the feeling is phenomenal.

Then somebody will start talking political (and it isn't even always mom.) And I'll snap out of it and realize I was completely wrong. I mean, I should feel peaceful and proud on Thanksgiving, but I shouldn't entirely forget about everyone else waiting for their own freedoms. When there are people starving out there, I can't complain that I only got two deviled eggs. I should eat them... thankfully. I should be happy that we have such a huge place to get together, and that I have a hilarious family.

And yeah, America is kind of crappy right now, but it's better than a lot of other places. I'm not saying we should just be thankful and go our merry way, but while we are standing at the capitol, fighting to receive all our old freedoms, we should just remember how we got there and be grateful. Be grateful for cars and buses and airplanes.

But more importantly be grateful for your parents and soldiers who have fought to keep America America.

Or you know something like that. I wanted to write something for Thanksgiving but I am not the best at getting to the point because really, I don't know what my point was. Happy Thanksgiving. Now I can get on with my Christmas gifting.

Let Me Paint You A Picture (Or House)

So This weekend was the tri-stake service project. And I actually liked this year way better than last year. I don't know why, but it just seemed a lot more fun.

We had the fireside/dance on Friday, and our speaker was Greg Simpson. He is a musician who has some albums and does a lot of music for EFY. So he played guitar a lot and sang and told us different stories. Then we had the dance, which I wish everybody was that fun at the regular dances. Because everyone was more energetic and weren't just standing around :/ Plus Becca, Crystal, and I got o be little missionaries and make a new friend. (: So the dance was awesome, there were a bunchs hot guys, a new friend was made, and I got Greg Simpson's autograph. Fun time.

We spent the night at Becca's and took showers and stuff and were in bed by at least 12:30. The next morning we woke up at around six-ish and got dressed and went to the church and then we went to the Maryvale Revitalization Preservation Place (not really sure what it's called) and had donuts and apple juice. And we got our shirts which looked really nice this year. (:

It took us a while to find our house, but finally we got there. And we were paired with Campo Bello Ward, which was fun :D So all together at our house there was around 15 youth and whatever leaders came. We began to scrape all the wood off, but we had to avoid this whole side of the house that had hail damage and the wood was just chipping off everywhere. Luckily, one of the leaders from the other ward was a carpenter or something, so he knew how to take care of everything. They went to Home Depot, got some wood, his daughter Pamela helped him cut it (she was like, pro) and they fixed all that up. Well some of the windows were broken and cracked, so they also replaced those.

Finally we got to paint. Painting is the funnest part, I think. This year we had two of those air sprayers, so all we really needed to paint was a rollers width around windows and doors, and we painted all the trims around the windows.

Of course, we finished last again, but it was worth it. It was totally amazing to see the difference between the old home and the new one. Plus it made the family really happy. (:

I also helped deliver turkeys to random houses in the neighborhood. Well I got to do one anyways. We went up one way on the street, and when we came back down the other o find a different house everyone had jobs for me to do.

I'm really excited for next year though.

Today in Young Womens we had a lesson on who makes a difference in our life, and we each got ribbons that say "Who I Am Makes A Difference". And you know what, it is totally true.

So Im thankful I got to help make a difference in that family's life and in the neighborhood. (:

Here's an article on this, by the way. It was in the newspaper this morning apparently. And just as a side note, Tyler got quoted and pictured in the last article written about us. Lame. D:

I'm NOT A Survivor.

I was watching the show "Sole Survivor" the other day on Discovery or Animal Planet. And by "the other day", I mean a month or two ago. Anyways. It was really interesting to see how these people survived. And if you've never seen that show, it basically takes these people who were the sole survivor of some big accident and it has them and specialists talk about how they survived and blah blah blah. Well the first guy to come on was the sole survivor of a plane crash.

Just so you know, I'm afraid of riding in airplanes after seeing Final Destination. This just freaked me out even more. At least now I know I've never survive. Everything he did was the opposite of what I would have done. Allow me to show you. All of my thoughts will be in purple.

First, after the plane crashed he started walking away from the wreck into the forest.

Wow that's dumb. He should stay with the plane if he wants to be found. I remember seeing that on some children's show about getting lost. Just stay where you are. Someone will find you.

Then the plane exploded.

:|

He continued on into the forest, a giant ball of flames. Soon he came upon a lake.

YOU'RE ON FIRE! JUMP INTO THE LAKE!

Man does not jump into lake. His fire goes out some other way. Scientist lady comes on and talks about how you should not go jumping around in lakes after being on fire.

:|

Man finds tarp and picks it up, even though he has clumps of skin falling off and it hurts to feel things. (Kyle just ran down the street again.)

The only thing I remember thinking from here was that I'd never be able to do that because I'd think it's damage my skin. And it'd hurt.

So then ANOTHER specialist comes on and is all "that tarp saved his life. Blah blah blah."

So by now I've died about ten times. Not to mention the lady who was stuff under a locker after an avalanche and lived on snow and mud for almost a week. Or two. After that day I never saw another episode. Not on purpose, because as I said before it was very interesting, it just hasn't been on while I'm watching. I'm trying to adjust my TV schedule so that when breaks from school come I can watch Psych and Adventure Time. Even though Hulu is great since I can watch Pushing Daisies now too. I keep forgetting that I actually have a working computer I can use now. Even though I'm on it RIGHT NOW staring at it's beautiful self.

Finish Your Drinks BEFORE Throwing Them Away

And yes. Just in case you were wondering I walked around with a deformed horse leg all day.

Unacceptable

Juice boxes are awesome, but often are filled with a less than satisfactory amount of juice. Which is DUMB. You are, at first, so excited to get a juice box. Oh, the joy! Contained in such a small package! Always filled with multiple fruits, such as apples, pears, and strawberries.

You grasp up the sweet prize, planning to enjoy every drop when...

It's empty. You're heart is broken as the disappointment sinks in.

You go to grab another only to discover that you are left with unacceptable replacements.

Rest in peace, dear Juice Box. ♥

I know That...

"I belong to the church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

I know who I am.

I know God's plan

And I'll follow him in faith.

I believe in the Savior Jesus Christ.

I'll honor his name.

I'll do what is right.

I'll follow his light.

His truth I will proclaim."

^^That was a primary song.

Anyways, I am going to share my testimony. I DO know that this church is the true church, and that Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ love us all. The Book of Mormon is true, and we really do get answers to our prayers; even if the answer we get isn't always when or what we expected. I am thankful for the Plan of Salvation. It comforts me to know that I will be able to see my friends and family again after we leave this world. On the topic of families, I happen to really love mine. I'm grateful for the support and love they give me.

I'm thankful for the scriptures, and all of the knowledge (past, present, future) that they gives us. I'm happy and tankful to have a house to live in, food to eat, and all of the many blessings my family has received!

I know that there is a living prophet on this earth, and I am thankful that we have the opportunity to hear him speak, along with all the general authorities. I am thankful for this church, and I am thankful for Joseph Smith.

I am thankful and I know that the Holy Ghost is there to guide and comfort me as long as I'm doing what is right.

I'm not finished, but I have to go. But if you would like to learn more then you can look here: www.mormon.org

and here: www.lds.org

Thank you (: