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something I don't talk about often

If you know me, you probably know that I've always had a really huge love for history. It seemed like a strange thing to be obsessive about, especially when I was younger, when in 2nd grade I would be BEGGING my teacher to let me show-and-tell my new "Titanic" history book.  I always say there was one specific thing that got every person obsessed with history to get into the subject for fun. For me, it was HANDS DOWN the Titanic. I think the fact that I loved the movie, and my aunt had the sheet music that I would sing along with, definitely helped. For a lot of people it is World War 2. Or maybe it's the American Revolution. Or maybe it's something smaller than that, a person. Hellen Keller? Martin Luther King Jr? Whatever it is, whoever it is, it sparks a kind of fascination with people and peoples actions that have incredible consequences on the world that isn't born yet.  I started to get really into studying history in middle school. In 6th grade,
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never ending changes

I often find myself pondering what life has been like lately, or how my life is now compared to four years ago. The other day I was thinking about my senior year of high school. So many questions loomed over my head that year: "where are you going to college?" "what are you going to study?" "what do you want to do with your life?". And then, of course, there were the more personal ones that I wasn't getting asked, but I was asking myself. Like "what happens if you get to college and hate what you chose to major in? Where will you go next? What will happen with your future? If I got to Eastern Oregon, will I be missing out at the social atmosphere and spirituality of BYU-I?"  Eventually, I figured it all out. That summer was one of the best summers of my life! I had so much fun traveling to see family, working with new people, planning my future, buying stuff for my house with Trampis that I was so excited to move into. I also said good

body image

Hey everyone! It's me (your friendly neighborhood college student).  I've been thinking about writing this blog post for almost an entire year. I never got around to it, and maybe that's partially because I always get caught up with homework. (Like I should be doing RIGHT NOW) But more realistically, it's just because I can never figure out how to say what's been on my mind. A few fears continuously persist: what if I come off as judgy? What if people get offended? What if I sound like I'm just making excuses?  But, honestly, who cares what the dark side of my brain is screaming at me? I sure shouldn't.  I've always struggled with body image. When I was in high school, I always looked at my skinnier friends and thought about how much bigger than them I was. I used to joke that every time I tried to buy something from Hollister that I couldn't because I needed to shop in the "big and tall" section. Now, I cringe when I remem

6 months

Currently: sitting on the couch, my pup begging me to throw her toy, my husband making jokes about spider-man while playing his spider-man video game. This is my life. It’s been over 6 months since Coulsen and I said “I do” in the courthouse in Hillsboro. Over the last 6 months we’ve moved into a new house, our first time renting!!!, went to multiple family events, celebrated the fourth of July, thanksgiving, christmas. We got a puppers. We’ve traveled A LOT (together and separately), watched A LOT of movies, went out to dinner a million times, and bought way too many candles. We’ve also started “The Office” again, twice. We’ve argued, we’ve laughed, we’ve cried (okay, maybe that’s mostly me). It’s been a good time. A really really good time. It was the best decision I could have made. And because of this, I’ve been itching to write about this monumental experience of mine. I wanted to tell the world that I’m doing GOOD. Even on the bad days, I’m doing so good, because I have

marriage

Currently: I'm wondering why I don't have a laptop with keys that light up, and I'm counting down the seconds to when Coulsen will step through the door. Just an hour now. A puppy sleeps beside me, warn out from terrorizing my friend and I while we were striving to get an assignment in for our online class. Iris makes noises when she sleeps. She groans, whines, and almost barks while her whole body twitches when (I'm sure) she chases other dogs in her sleep. She's cute, but this post is only partially about her.  It's been a while since I've written. I make excuses every time I let time slip away without writing. The other day, I was driving home from work and I asked myself, "why don't you write more? You say it's your passion, but you never do it." I'm right, I don't do it as much as I used to. But I realized today that it's not about my passion going away, it's more so about more distractions creeping into my life. I

so much to update you on

A new blogpost. A blank canvas. Hello!!! I’ve been wanting to write for a while now, but every minute of free time I have in consumed with Coulsen… or sleep. Haha. I, if I’m being real with you, have no idea what this blog post will turn into. I don’t have an idea or a plan. Just me, writing my little heart out. The last post I posted was in November. 2017!!!!!! Is that baffling to anyone else? I made a vow long ago to try to post once a week but I guess that’s not really happening, huh?.... Oh well. Sometimes we have goals and we don’t quite reach them but that’s okay. There’s always next week or next month or next year. And those things I’ve been focused on lately are all good things! So let’s cut myself some slack (remember to cut yourself some slack every once in a while, too). Thanksgiving came and went. I went to Rigby (ID) with my dad and step mom and spent that short half a week with my step family. Luckily I was able to visit my bff Elizabeth and pick out her wedd