Sibling Love

I may be a wee bit biased, but I will stand by my opinion that I have the GREATEST siblings in the entire world. And here is why.

Last night, the three "big babies" (Jay, Mitch, and myself) could not fall asleep for the life of us! It was so irritating! So, it's like two in the morning and we're all just wandering about our house wondering what the heck to do with ourselves. We all got together and I decided that I absolutely had to have french fries and ice cream. Like that very instant. So, you know, we just get in our car and we go to Walmart.

Has anyone ever been to Walmart at 2 am? It's so freaking great. There is not a soul there except the poor workers. Everything is quiet and not crowded. Glorious, really. If you ever need to go to Walmart, I would strongly suggest going in the middle of the night; I promise it will lead to a much more peaceful grocery shopping experience.

So we pick out our ice cream, and Jay's all, "I need peach cobbler." So we have to find the ingredients for that. And Mitchell bets that I can't hit a sign with my head. (For the record, he was right. I got NO hops. Sadly.) Looking back on it this morning, I figured that all of the workers thought we were probably drunk or high. Alas, 'twas not so!

Then, we went to McDonald's so I could get some fries. On the drive over there, a cat ran in front of my car. I moved to make sure I wouldn't hit it, but Jay let out a scream that killed all of our ear drums and gave me a dang heart attack. Seriously. You should have felt how fast/hard my heart was beating, it was only slightly ridiculous. The good news is, I did not hit the cat! So, huzzah!

Then when we got home and Stace was awake. Holy buckets, if looks could kill, man, if looks could kill. She was so mad at us.

Anyway, Mitchell went to bed after he ate his fries. Jay and I, however, stayed up to watch a movie. And we watched the stupidest movie from our childhood. So ridiculous. Then, I left Jay, because she was starting to fall asleep.

So I went into my room to watch How I Met Your Mother, and it was glorious.

Anyway, you can sort of tell how great of a time we had. But, you should have seen all the smiles and heard all of the laughter. I have the greatest siblings in the world, and I feel so blessed to have such amazing people in my life. I hope everyone can take the time to think about all of the people they are grateful for that are normally taken for granted.

--S.E.

Sorry (Not Sorry)

I don't know that anyone is actually keeping up with my blog on a daily basis. But I feel the need to apologize for changing my font every single day.

Except that I'm kind of not sorry, because I'm trying to find the font that works best, and it's proving to be a most difficult search. So just deal with it until I find the right font. I'll know it when I see it.

--S.E.

I HATE Packing

Well, hello! As you can clearly tell by my title, the subject of today's post will be about packing and my great hatred of packing. As I have mentioned before, I'm going to college in oh, about 8 days now. I'll be living in an apartment style dorm, so I have to have kitchen needs, clothes, shoes, bathroom needs, cleaning supplies, yada yada yada. Whatever.

The point that I'm trying to make is that packing freaking sucks. I do not like it at all. I hate packing when it's for a trip. But this packing is COMPLETELY different. I have to pack everything. Oh, and get this, once I leave, my little sister is taking over my room, so everything in my room needs to be packed up. Because I'll no longer have a room. So, it's not just packing the stuff I need. It's packing everything.

And it is Miserable. Ah, kill me. Lucky for me though, I have the GREATEST sister in the ENTIRE world. I pretty much unloaded my closet, took my clothes to her and she packed them up for me. She is the BEST! Honestly, I don't think I could have gotten so much done in one day if it weren't for her.

Well, it's getting late. And I'm tired. And I have to pack more up tomorrow. Fo real though, kill me? (Juuust kidding, I'm not being serious when I say that!) (:

So. Have a good night, and I'll try to post again tomorrow. Keep it real.

--S.E.

Honey?! I'm HOME!

Well, everyone. I am back from my vacation! My vacation was MOST glorious! I had a very wonderful timed and thoroughly enjoyed being unplugged!

We went to HAWAI'I! I love it there! I had such an amazing time. I freaking LOVE the ocean.

Unfortunately, I'm not going to go into any details on my vacation tonight. Reason being: I am EXHAUSTED. Vacation is so dang tiring. And then I realized that I only had 10...then 9....and now 8 days left before I have to leave home and go to college and had some panic attacks so I couldn't sleep. But more on that later.

I hope everyone had/is having a lovely day. I'll post again, mmm, tomorrow?

--S.E.

Unplugging!

Well, hello! I just thought that I would inform you that I am unplugging for a week. I'm going on vacation with my dad/family and we all would much rather enjoy where we are and who we're with and what we're doing. So, no electronics will be with me on the trip: Not even my cell phone! And my iPod is allowed only on the plane.

So, basically, I'm trying to tell you that I'll be back to blogging sometime around the 11th of August. No guarantees that it will be that exact day. So, just hang tight. I will be back soon enough. But for now, I'm going to board a  plane and take off to a super awesome location. Tell you ALL about it when I get back. ;)

--S.E.

Mi Padre (or) Faji-O (or) Daddy (or) Pop-sicle! (:

Well, my lovelies, today I will tell you about my father! Or, as I like to call him, Daddy! (Or any of the other variations listed in the title. He's a man of many names: deal with it!)

My daddy's name is David, and he is the greatest man in the whole dang world! The thing you have to understand about my relationship with my dad is that, for most of  my life, I wasn't living with him. My parents divorced when I was 6. So, from birth until 6 years of age, my dad was a constant in my life. And then he was suddenly torn away from me and I got to spend about 4 days a month with him until I was 17. I decided that I would move in with him about a month before school started my senior year.

However little time my dad and I had spent together in those 11 years, we were very, very close. I've always considered my dad a confidant, a therapist, an advice giver, a hero, and a friend. How many girls can say that their dad is their friend? Hmmm...? I can! My dad knows me better than just about anyone in the whole world (Jay might have him beat, but only by just a bit!) 

I think that my dad has learned a lot about life throughout his time on Earth, and he is always willing/insisting on sharing his vast knowledge with me.

Even though he doesn't go to Church anymore, he still encourages and supports my desire to continue going to Church and learning all I can about the Gospel. He even gives me reading assignments! And, when I have the opportunity to speak in Sacrament or at Seminary Graduation or wherever, he makes sure he is there to support me. Something I will always remember and appreciate.

He can always tell when something is wrong with me; but he respects that sometimes when I'm upset I need to be alone for a bit before I'm willing to talk about it! And I know that when I am ready to talk about it, he will drop whatever it is that he's doing to sit down and talk with me and help me sort out my problems.

While my dad wants a lot of things for me, my happiness is the most important thing to him. My whole junior year, and about 25% of my senior year, my plan was to go to a college in the town where my dad lives and spend the next couple years of my life with him, going to school and having my laundry done for me and having meals provided for me. Then, after that first quarter of my senior year, my plans changed drastically. I no longer wanted to be an engineer, I'm not sure that I really ever wanted to be an engineer. I wanted to be a photographer, or a singer, or just do SOMETHING that I love. We can all understand that, right? And I felt like I needed to go to Brigham Young University. So I applied and was accepted and I knew that I had to go there, 7 hours away from my dad. I needed to learn how to be an independent adult and have the full college experience. Anyway, I was really nervous and scared to tell my dad that I no longer wanted to go to the school we had been planning on. I thought that he was going to be really upset with me. But he eventually weaseled it out of me; I think he really knew all along that my plans had changed. And he told me that he wasn't upset, all he really wants is for me to be happy; and if BYU is what's going to make me happy, then I should definitely go there.

My dad honestly knows almost everything about me. How many girls are fortunate enough to say that? When I get asked on a date (because I haven't been on one yet!), I want my dad to be the first person that I tell about that. When I have a boyfriend, my dad will know about it!

 My dad is a very important part of my life and I feel SO blessed to have such an amazing dad. I will forever be his little girl!

"Someday I may find my Prince Charming, but my daddy will always be my king."

--S.E.

Jay !

Okay, okay. First I need to apologize for not having written for a long time! But the good news is that I am ALIVE! Huzzah!! I was on vacation with my mother, and who the heck takes their computer on vacation? (Honestly, I used to.. But I SO don't do that anymore. Because it is RUDE! Also, because I really don't want to break my computer, because I kiind of need it for college. But that's an entirely different story.)

So, now we get back to the family dynamics! I thought I'd just go through and tell you my relationship with my family members. Because they are the best! So, we'll start of with Jay!

My sister Jay: I love her to DEATH! She's only 14 months older than me (we were SO CLOSE to being Irish Twins.) She's a bit shorter than me, has blue eyes and short hair that she likes to dye blonde. In a lot of ways, Jay and I are polar opposites. But in some ways, it's like we're the same person.

Jay has been there for me more times than I can count. We are the very best of friends, but when we fight it gets really bad. But the really great thing about my sister is that we CANNOT stay mad at each other for more than a couple hours.

Jay is a lot of things I'm not. Here's a list that does even cover everything:

• She is ALWAYS nice to EVERYONE
• She embraces the young child within her every single day
• She would rather watch Disney movies, or "movies from when we were little!" than anything else. Ever. 
• She is a ninja.
• She tries, on occasion, to be the most obnoxious person in the world. 
• She is constantly talking in a baby voice, especially to animals. 
• She isn't afraid to show her emotions. If she wants to cry, she is going to cry dang it! Even if she doesn't know why she's crying. 
• She is a constant. If you need her, she will be there for you. 
• She is the greatest crying shoulder I have ever had
• She truly understands what it means to be a great sister and a great friend. 

My sister is my best friend in the entire world. She let me sleep in her room when I was scared or sad. She watches movies with me and quotes them with me. She lets me rant and rave and yell and cry and laugh and be completely myself around her. She is exactly who and what I want to be when I grow up. She is a rock and she is a beautiful and immensely talented young woman who is going to go so far in life. 

So that's my sister and I. Best friends and mortal enemies. But mostly best friends. I love that girl more than she will ever know. <3 

--S.E.