My Thoughts

I have five brothers and sisters. The oldest two sisters are married and both pregnant right now, so in three or four weeks, I get to go up to Logan for a couple of weeks and skip school to see the new baby. Teresa’s will be here first, the due date is actually the same day as my brother Kendall’s birthday. He will be my second nephew, and Rikki-Leigh’s new boy will be the third. When Rikki’s last son was born, her daughter would get really upset every time they talked about it. She would scream and cry about how she didn’t want a new brother or sister. Finally, my sister figured it out one day. Sara didn’t understand that they were going to add a brother or sister, she thought they were going to trade her sister Libby for a new one. Now, this time, she’s worried that if it ends up being a boy, she will be out-numbered, so she wants it to be a boy. I love having little kids around, especially when I’m not the one responsible for them. They always have something funny to say and they are usually happy and forgiving. I love especially when they snuggle up in your arms and fall asleep there.

I loved my junior prom. It was a blast! At lunch when we were excused on Friday, we went on a scavenger hunt for our date. We had very large group- 6 couples, but it was fun. We split up into 2 teams and we had to take pictures of us at certain places or doing something. I was with Caleb, Bubba and Ashley Stilson, and Jolynn and Weston. Caleb's mom made the list of things like fit everyone in your group under a picnic table or a bath tub, take a picture of everyone's reflection in something other than a mirror, and everyone has to drink out of the same soda can with straws. Then they took us home to get ready. I had 2 hours, which should have been enough, but we were a little late, and Aretha (doing my hair) got pretty nervous and Caleb had to wait a little for me, but Jacob Tuttle, with Tiffany funk, had baseball practice until 4 and was later than us anyway. I have no idea what was in the dinner, but it was very delicious and i might ask her for the recipe. The Hinkins did a very good job with promenade, and it turned out to be a ton of fun as well. Nathan Thompson was my partner, and at the end, we got to do the lift, but mom's camera ran out of memory right before that, so she didn't get pictures. Anyway, I was glad it turned out alright, it's one of the more fun dates I’ve been on. I did have a little trouble with my dress, but even that worked out. I was going to try to just borrow one I liked, but it's hard to find one small enough, especially in length and we couldn't really alter someone else's dress, then we thought about trying to make one, Phyllis and Wilene volunteered to help, but we couldn't find any decent patterns, finally, I found a really cute one online that was very similar to another I had tried on and liked but was a little pricey, but this one online was a on sale because they only had one left and it was such a small size, so we bought it. But then, several days later, this lady called and told me that they had sold the dress that we had bought and were waiting for in the mail to another girl. They weren't even very nice about helping to find a replacement for it. We eventually did find another that I liked though. It's a red one, you can see a picture sometime, but it was a mess finding it.

The Battle of the Spoon     
      My favorite scar is just a small line on my leg. It doesn’t look like much, but it was well earned and came from a fierce battle several years ago. I was playing a game of spoons with my brothers downstairs when one of the spoons broke in half. To play the game, you pass face cards around the table until someone gets four cards of one kind. When this happens, that person takes a spoon. Sometimes the person will quietly sneak a spoon without anyone else even noticing, and sometimes they will get one for themselves, then grab the other spoons and randomly throw them around the room. After you see one person with a spoon, your object is then to get a spoon for yourself; however, there aren’t enough spoons for the last person to have one. It is kind of like musical chairs. When the spoon broke between my brothers in our basement, we decided to just keep using that spoon because we didn’t have an extra, but you had to get both halves. As the game went on, Keith took the first spoon, leaving my younger brother and me to fight it out with the last spoon. I finally ended up with the spoon, but the consequence was a cut gushing blood from my leg. It wasn't remarkably gruesome or deep, but sometimes the littlest cuts can be the worst, and there is still a faint scar even after all these years. 

Me As A Writer

When I was a little girl, my mother would read to me quite often. From children’s books to scripture stories, I always loved listening to her. She was willing to read at any time and also encouraged us to read on our own. I still love to read, with a particular interest in children’s story books. These are the best kind of books because they are so creative and funny, not to mention the great illustrations that are usually included. I first found a desire to learn how to write from the interest I had in books and reading what others had written.


At one time in my life I wanted to grow up to be an author. However, after trying to write a real book of my own with chapters and everything, I became discouraged. It was hard to write anything so long. By the time I was half-way through the plot, I realized that I only had a couple of typed pages. This is about when I gave up and decided that I didn’t enjoy writing enough to spend my life doing it.


As I’ve had cousins and brothers leave on missions, often several at the same time, I’ve gained experience through sending letters to them on a regular basis as well as receiving letters that have changed the way that I now write.


While I was younger, I tried to keep a journal several times but soon missed one or two days and then forgot about it for months, usually only writing in it when I was upset over something dramatic that had happened to me. Now I write in a journal almost every day.


Just recently, I helped some children, whom I babysit often, to make up a story of their own, using them as the main characters and pictures we drew together. The three of them are, of course, the heroes, and they decided what they wanted to happen in it. I have plans to put it all together in a cute little storybook for them.


I write best when I have plenty of time. If I have a long enough period to think about the topic before I start, I normally don’t have too much trouble writing. I generally write everything out long-hand first before I type it. This is because I prefer to write in my bedroom or outside where I can be alone. Our computer is in the kitchen where everyone can see it, which doesn’t bother me if I’ve finished writing, but it distracts me if I am still in the middle of writing. I have learned to love writing through many fun experiences.