Friday, August 19, 2011

Lessons I learned as a girl.

{Before I even go on... Just clarifying, I learn ALL my lessons as a girl... }

I just noticed... It's been forever since I last posted... which is probably fine, because I have a total of two (wonderful, beautiful, splendid) readers.
1. My mom.
2. My cat. (She learned by watching a program we ordered called "My cat can read.")
So, mom and kitty, I'm sorry it's been so long.

Summertime is coming to a close. Can you believe it? It's that time already. School starts on Monday. I'm a little nervous, I'll be honest, but I'm also looking forward to the adventure. This summer, I learned, and re-learned some valuable lessons... I'm happy to share a few...

>Quick recap!<
In May: I moved 30 minutes out of my home village to the town I'm attending school in, began a new job at a pet grooming salon, and... that's PRETTY much it. It's just been a new and exciting adventure. Almost like a quest, but not quite.

Back to my lessons...

I became painfully aware of a few of my weaknesses. One of them, is that I honestly have a hard time being social. When I put my mind to it, and make the choice to 'get out there' I usually have a great time, but I genuinely get nervous. My heart starts to pound, and I start to make up stories like, "Nobody really will notice if I'm there or not anyway... No one really longs to spend time with me or wants to know me." I forgot this about myself. I really feel anxiety when I'm about to be social. Weird. Recently, I was talking with my sweet Mother about this problem... and she put it all back into the right perspective. She lovingly suggested, "Becca, maybe it isn't about you at all..." She was one hundred percent correct. It isn't about me at all. There are so many other people who maybe just need someone to know their name. Maybe they just need to know that they've been noticed. That someone cares enough to share a smile with them across the room... It really isn't about me at all... and that makes me a lot less nervous. I am blessed to have remembered that lesson. Thanks, mom.

One more lesson... I know I promised a 'few' but it might just have to be a couple. I was able to learn.. how much my family means to me, and how much I love them. In my family, I have my Mom, Dad, my older sister Mary, Me, my younger sister Emma, and my big little brother, Benny. I remembered and noticed how grateful I am for...

Benny's laughter and unconditional love...
Emma's understanding and patience...
The way Mary seems to know me better than anyone else even when we've hardly had a chance to stay in touch...
The Savior, for His sacrifices on my behalf...
My Dad's love for me; his worthiness and his desire to be the BEST he can be, and that he's working so hard to to all he can for our family...
My mom's full heart and how unselfishly she shares every speck of it.
I'm also grateful for my grandma's consistent friendship, her giggles and the way she always knows just what to say...
and my other grandma, she's so willing to let me serve her and for the way she always says, "I love you, dear"...

This summer has been a doozy. I've been working hard in all areas of my life... physically, spiritually, socially, familyally, mentally, emotionally... It's been one of the most exciting roller coasters! I am blessed. I feel as if I've been sleeping all my life and am finally awake and aware of all that's been going on around me... I feel like one of the full coat dogs I groom... all of a sudden, all my fur is gone and I can feel the breeze on my tushy. Metaphorically speaking, of course. It's been an amazing adventure, and I am looking forward to what's next.

We are all so blessed.
Here's to a wonderful full challenging magnificent tear-jerking lesson-learning splendid beautiful summer...

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Oh, the Places You'll Go!

It is Tuesday. It's been one of the best Tuesdays I've had in a while! Why? I don't know.. I think I just chose it. :) On my way home, I stopped at  Barnes and Noble. It's one of my favorite places. I strolled through the store and found myself reading Oh the Places You'll Go! by Dr. Seuss. It's an amazing book; truly, one of my favorites.The book is honest, and doesn't set us up for failure. It lets you know that you can choose where you want to go, and that hard times will come, and there will be scary times, but you can still move mountains.


The end of the story reads,


Kid, you’ll move mountains!
So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!

Let us move mountains with Dr. Seuss, shall we?

Sunday, April 10, 2011

Lovely beginning of Spring :)

Spring is here! Though sometimes dismal and STILL blizzardy... there are shining moments we always have the opportunity to improve. As the hymn beautifully rings,

"Improve the shining moments;
Don’t let them pass you by.
Work while the sun is radiant;
Work, for the night draws nigh.
We cannot bid the sunbeams
To lengthen out their stay,
Nor can we ask the shadow
To ever stay away.

Time flies on wings of lightning;
We cannot call it back.
It comes, then passes forward
Along its onward track.
And if we are not mindful,
the chance will fade away,
For life is quick in passing.
’Tis as a single day.."
“226: Improve the Shining Moments,” Hymns of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, no. 226

Time is flying on the wings of lightning, and we are blessed to have the opportunity to improve every moment and make them each splendid and beautiful and so full of joy!! As of late, it's been a goal of mine to improve each moment, shining, or not.. if the shine isn't there yet, I hope to shine it at least a little bit. :) Below, are some recent shining moments..
At an FHE activity, we had a cake decorating contest. My good friend Joe and I decorated this cake. I tried to give him different ways to participate.. but he was so afraid of ruining it! Silly Joe. :) We had a lot of laughs. Eating it was maybe the most fun; poor Mr.Sunshine.. We won the little lizards you see to the left, and received the "Most Colorful--2nd place!" prize, or something.
Welcome to the Festival of Colors! The last weekend of March, Benny, Mary, and I attended the Festival de los Colores and had a great time! This is an Indian festival, where people throw colored chalk at each other in celebration of... something. I don't really know! What I DO know is that the three Carlisle siblings in attendance were really bummed to be missing Emma. It was said over and over, "Oh.. we wish Emma were here!!"




Here, we have General Conference! I was in Provo for General Conference weekend, spending more time with Lovely Mary. Oh, what a great time! Saturday, of General Conference, in between sessions, it was about 70 degrees when Mary and I ran to the Provo Temple and back. It was a little over four miles. I love to run with my sister! It's way more pleasant now, than it was in high school! General Conference was splendid. I loved all the talks, especially the service ones. Sunday, we had the shining opportunity to attend at the Conference Center in Salt Lake. We got outside, and there were at least five inches of snow!! It was insane! 70 degrees one day, then SNOW SNOW SNOW. AH! I just have a hard time with the cold and wet, sometimes! Mary was a trooper, and shoveled off the car. See? Britney gave her a two-thumbs-up. At Conference, it was so incredible. We were twelve rows away from the Apostles and Prophet. What a blessing! Elder Perry, before the meeting started, was walking around talking with members. Being there, was a testament to me that The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints is truly that.. Jesus Christ's Church, in the latter-days. Our leaders are undoubtedly representing the Savior here on earth. General Conference was amazing. To find the highlights and talks of the meetings, you can click here. It was definitely a shining moment.
On my way home from Provo, I picked up my cousin's from Ogden. They spent the rest of the week with us, and we all had a great time! I took the youngest two boys out for frozen yogurt. They loved it! They had never been to a frozen yogurt-build it yourself place before. "It was AWESOME!" was what they told me. :) On our drive to Idaho, Luis took this photo for me. It's my favorite shack/barn I've ever seen. I just love to look at it. I know there's got to be a story behind it. If there isn't... I could make up a few. I love this shack. It's in between Tremonton and Snowville. I love, love, love this barn.
Welcome to our Girls Night! Thursday Evening, I spent it with two of my favorite ladies! Sometimes, we act like monkeys, but we really are human girls. We went to Gertie's Brick Oven and had a pizza eating contest. We ate soooo much that we were obese by the end of the night.. AND we fainted. We then went to Cheese Toast and talked and slept and took funny photos. Oh what a night! We laughed. A LOT. Unfortunately Crazy Fred fell asleep before Cheese and I... We'll give her more giggles soon to make up for it. One thing I'm consistently reminded of when all three of us are together is... girls are INSANE!!!! Crazy! Loco! But oh so important in this world. :)

Friday Night. It was something special. Men of Institute! A manly pageant emphasizing the importance of the priesthood and wonderful young adult men can be. It was the best turn-out to an Institute activity we've had all year, and people even stayed for the after dance! What a blessing. It was an exciting activity! We gave prizes that included (but were not limited to) most likely to have twelve children, sweet spirit, best date wear, people's choice, judges choice, and best smelling. The gentlemen featured their date wear, formal (priesthood) wear, talent, and had an interview where they shared answers of questions about the Gospel. They all are classy young men! I was thrilled with how well it went. As a representative from Institute Council, I can definitely say, Mission Accomplished. We just need to continue putting at least this much effort into the rest of our year!
Above, is Gary running offstage from his talent. It was great! He memorized a dance from Just Dance. He had it perfect! and.. below are the Men. Oh, how sharp! They were so fantastic to participate and work so hard!
There are so many moments for us to experience! Why not make them all shine? These are just a few from my last week (plus an extra Saturday). What a blessing to have so many opportunities to grow, and have a lovely time! Oh time.. It really is flying by on lightning's wings.. All we can do, is grasp the shining moments, and do what we can to make them the best.

Spring is here, and even though it's been freezing... it's had a lovely beginning. :) !!

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Oh... what a day.

My day was definitely just that, a day. I think I covered almost all the emotions, well, at least some of the extreme ones. It's definitely worth documenting, for myself, of course. You can read about it too, if you'd like.

My day began at 5:00 in the morning. I woke up, got ready for the day, participated in family prayer.. I love family prayer.. Then I went on my way to babysit a couple of my favorite kids. So.. I tended them from 5:30-8:30AM, and had a blast. They are such fun, cute, energetic people. It was my pleasure!
I dropped them off at a neighbor's home so I could go to my nine o'clock class.. As I took my left turn out of their sub-division.. I turned to wide and heard a "a;kjkl;awerjkl;asfjko;werpowiusl;dj" noise. That meant I had driven over the barricade/curb and high centered my car. I was terrified! I cannot afford to buy a new car right now. Fortunately, I was close to home. I pulled in my drive way thinking, "this can't be happening, this can't be happening, this can't be happening..." I called my dad and tried not to cry. It didn't work too well. He called one or our auto friends and asked if he could look at it. As I drove over, I was praying, "If my car is ruined, please help me cope with the loss.. if it's not, thank you, thank you, thank you... If it is, I'll understand, just help me to be okay!"
I took my car over to Brother C., "Oh it looks perfect!"
"What about the muffler?" I asked.
"Oh, it's detached. It'll be noisy, but it's safe! Call me this week, and we can get that back on for ya."
My prayer was answered.
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you...

Monday, I had lost my journal/notebook/day planner/doodle/everything book at school. There's nothing in there I'm ashamed of, but is is awfully personal..
Today I lost my car keys. I searched campus high and low.
In both cases, I thought I was doomed.
Again, a few more prayers.
After more time and work, they are both safe and sound.

I've been through the wringer, and those are just a few of the events that I've been able to participate in today.

The Lord is aware of us, and our needs. He loves us.
I know this to be true.
We are so blessed to have these reminders.

Friday, February 18, 2011

mushy mushy mushy.


True Friends.

True Friends are far and few between.

Occasionally, we are fortunate enough to have, and be friends that we call True.

So, what exactly IS a True Friend?

True Friends... can sometimes be called angels. tender mercies. they are blessings. spirit lifters. True Friends… "are willing to bear one another's burdens, that they may be light; Yea and are willing to mourn with those that morn; yea and comfort those that stand in need of comfort." True Friends stand together as witnesses of God, and for truth and light, “at all times, and in all things, and in all places (Mosiah 18:8-9).” True Friends laugh together, cry together, squirt water out of their noses together… They expect and share complete honesty, and know just how to make each other’s day. True Friends are not just here for the moment, they’re here to stay; for the easy days and the hard, the exuberating and the miserable, the thick and the thin.

I have been so very blessed in my life to have True Friends; ones to laugh and cry with, ones to stand strong in the storms of life with me, ones with whom I can be completely ridiculous.

To all those true friends, you know who you are. Thank you.





Sunday, February 6, 2011

Way late.

All I can say right now, is it's way too late. I've been facebook stalking WAY too long. and I miss my missionaries. (Aka, a few of my best friends.) They are serving the Lord on their missions with the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints.

(Although I know you'll probably never read this...) Elders Nielsen Hanks and Coffman, Keep on keeping on! :) God be with you. You rock for being missionaries. Love, Becca

Elder Nielsen

Elder Hanks

Elder Coffman

These boys are so so very splendid. :) I know they're just on fire (a wonderful fire) with all the work they're doing! These young men are definitely a few of my heroes.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

Journals.



In the book of Third Nephi, chapter 23 verses 6-13, it reads...

6. And now it came to pass that when Jesus had said these words he said unto them again, after he had expounded all the scriptures unto them which they had received, he said unto them: Behold, other scriptures I would that ye should write, that ye have not.
7. And it came to pass that he said unto aNephi: Bring forth the record which ye have kept.
8. And when Nephi had brought forth the records, and laid them before him, he cast his eyes upon them and said:
9. Verily I say unto you, I commanded my servant aSamuel, the Lamanite, that he should testify unto this people, that at the day that the Father should glorify his name in me that there were bmany csaints who should darise from the dead, and should appear unto many, and should minister unto them. And he said unto them: Was it not so?
10. And his disciples answered him and said: Yea, Lord, Samuel did prophesy according to thy words, and they were all fulfilled.
11. And Jesus said unto them: How be it that ye have not awritten this thing, that many bsaints did arise and appear unto many and did minister unto them?
12. And it came to pass that Nephi remembered that this thing had not been written.
13. And it came to pass that Jesus commanded that it should be awritten; therefore it was written according as he commanded.

How would it feel to be talking with the Savior about our trials and blessings, and to have him ask, "Why didn't you write that down? Didn't I send that to you? Wasn't it important?" Our Lord sends us blessings every day. We are administered to by angels, whether they be in spirit, our best friends. We are so blessed, and I know I need to do a better job of writing it down. People will need my testimony of Jesus Christ's love, whether they be my future family, or people I don't even know. We all have something great to write about, and the day is coming where our words and testimonies will be needed more than ever. I have a lot to catch up on, but I know we, and our posterity, will be blessed for remembering. Let us stand strong, and keep records.

I'm Crazy. I know, no surprise, right?

Here is my schedule for the next month and a half or so.


















I WOULD  over-schedule myself.
If you didn't look at the paper, it just has my weekly schedule of classes...
Cultural Anthropology,
Survey of Jazz,
Astronomy,
Madrigals,
Chamber Choir,
Zumba!!,
and Training for a Triathlon...

I'm still on Student Senate and Institute Council..

And I'm in a Play! It's called Ten Little Indians, and it's based off of Agatha Christie's murder mystery novel, And Then There Were None. It's a good one! I'm the Bible shaking, stick in the mud, 'everyone else is a sinner and I'm going to tell them', Emily Caroline Brent. The play starts with ten guests at Indian Island, who are the only ones on the island, and they all drop dead one by one following this poem:


    Ten little Indian boys went out to dine;
    One choked his little self and then there were
    nine.

    Nine little Indian boys sat up very late;
    One overslept himself and then there were
    eight.

    Eight little Indian boys travelling in Devon;
    One said he'd stay there and then there were
    seven.

    Seven little Indian boys chopping up sticks;
    One chopped himself in half and then there were
    six.

    Six little Indian boys playing with a hive;
    A bumblebee stung one and then there were five.

    Five little Indian boys going in for law;
    One got in Chancery and then there were four.

    Four little Indian boys going out to sea;
    A red herring swallowed one and then there were
    three.

    Three little Indian boys walking in the zoo;
    A big bear hugged one and then there were two.

    Two Little Indian boys sitting in the sun;
    One got frizzled up and then there was one.

    One little Indian boy left all alone;
    He went out and hanged himself and then there
    were none.


If you're wondering: I die with the bee sting. It'll be nice. I'm pretty excited! :]
Ah! I'm crazy doing so much. I can do it, right? Right. 

Monday, January 10, 2011

Ode to Britni...

Britni with your hair so dark, I think the color is semi-sweet. Those random memories, and joyous times, oh! How I'll never forget. Barging into your bungalow with Miss Kristine awaiting. We kidnapped you and drove around, singing singing singing. "I wanna kiss a boy! Wanna hold him tight!" Laughing all throughout the moonlight. And when Megan joined us three, we couldn't be stopped. Camping as crazy ladies. Cowboy came, and really thought Kristine was a different ethnicity. We like good music, and love to laugh. We even made plans to play. They fell through and I was sad, then I remembered the time we checked an important box off our bucket list.

We laughed, I think we cried, we shared some wonderful times.

Britni, oh Britni! This is an Ode to YOU! I miss you, I miss you, I miss you, I do! It doesn't flow well, but I still miss coming to you at the Gazebo for ice cream with those cute blond kids.

No really, You're pretty wonderful, I miss you.
..and Britni, Oh Britni!
You forever will be one of my favorite friends.


 

Friday, January 7, 2011

to Write is to Live.

December 21, 2010.

    As I write, My pen does all the thinking. I'm fortunate enough to be disconnected from 'it all'. All I do is write, and scribble, and sketch, and draw different words. The thinking doesn't even have to happen until I re-read what's been created. Then, is when I find the secrets that have been hiding in my heart.

    I occasionally restrain myself, it's true. But that's only because I'm afraid if I write too much, I won't ;alsdkjfasd;klajsdfl;j (See? I started thinking again.) If I write too much, I won't be pleased with my results. What I've been hiding in my heart, even from myself, will either be something too gruesome to behold, or too remarkable to live up to.

    Sometimes, I don't write, or I restrain myself and my pen,
             because...   
       I'm afraid.

Becca, Just let go.