Anywhere but Here

Let's all slowly drool over these pictures.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Okay, thank you.

I got a little lost on Pinterest today at work.

Half of the pictures I saw I couldn't even believe they were real.

It's amazing how incredibly beautiful this world is.

I was talking to my friend the other day about how I 'hope' that I move to Houston when I finish school and how I 'hope' to travel around.

He said, 'Don't just hope, do it."

What a great thing to say.

The past few days I've really tried to change my perspective into every day being an adventure.

It can be so easy to get caught up in every day life and not pay attention to what is really happening.

This is it.

If we wait around too long, opportunities pass by.

Time doesn't stop and the world continues to spin around whether you're watching or not.

Pay attention.

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Song of the Day

Jack and Diane by John Mellencamp

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"You can live in the past and may be miserable. Or, you can live in the now and make it better than it ever was." -Billie Jean King

I promise this is the last time I'm changing the name of my blog. Promise.

Just like with other things in my life I have to change it, shake it, move it around and upside down and back and forth before I'm completely happy with it.

SO!

This is The Life Project.

The blog about life.

Clever, no? 

Nah, I just plan on living every last ounce of my life and sharing it with all of you.

Great things are to come.

This weekend I bought all the supplies I needed to do my DIY projects, but I didn't get them finished. Other things took priority. Like watching Captain America. I liked it I suppose. I realized while I was watching the previews that I'm going to miss pretty much every good movie that's coming out. Oh well, I'm serving the Lord, right? 

I did, however, make my Oreo treats and what I've named, 'fruit vomit limeade.'

I got approval from everyone so I guess they turned out pretty good. 

I also made some family in Virginia very jealous while we were all skyping. 

Oreo treats:

1 package of Oreos

5 cups of marshmallows

4 tablespoons of butter.

'Fruit vomit limeade':

Limeade

Lemons

Limes

Blackberries

Strawberries

Kiwi

This is the week of 'lasts'.

-The last week I have to wait to submit my mission papers.

-The last week of school for about two years. WHAT NOW SUCKAAAAS!

-The last week of institute class.

-The last week I'm changing the name of my blog ;).

So here we are.

This is the week of changes.

Let it begin.

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Song of the Day

Let it Go by Tim McGraw

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"You know that voice that keeps saying "can't, won't, shouldn't," and "too late?" Tell it to shut up." -Jeannie Mai

Happy Weekend

It's Friday everyone!

I sure do love my weekends.

My weekend will consist of, but is not limited to: raiding Border's during their store closing sale and hopefully finding some steals, teaching with the sister missionaries, and a few DIY projects I found on Pinterest

I'll let you know how it all goes!

Happy weekend!

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Song of the Day
Young by Kenny Chesney

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"You know those goals you've set for yourself, those dreams you've been waiting for the perfect time to live out? It's time."

-Maria Shriver

Progressive Dinner Date Night

So, uhhh this is long over due.

I read a fun 'date' idea this one time and I wanted to try it out...so we did.

It's your own progressive dinner.

Like, you get drinks from somewhere, an appetizer somewhere else, etc., etc.

You're supposed to keep it low cost, so don't get crazy!
Unless you wanna get crazy, then it's whatever I guess.

We decided to stop by Sonic for our drinks.

Then we moseyed on over to Ricky's Cafe for just the setup.

Pretty sure I destroyed that setup.

I like to get out of Norman as often as I can so we went to a Chili's up in the city, because that's what he was craving.

Well, after getting sufficiently lost, SOMEbody...*cough cough*...took the wrong exit....the WAYYYYY wrong exit, nevertheless we found that crazy little Chili's.

We totally planned on dessert, but we were both so stuffed that it just didn't happen.

All in all it was a pretty successful, inexpensive progressive dinner date.

SO! I think you should give it a try one night! Switch up the routine.

One of These Days....

LOOK AT THIS!

AND THIS!

AND THIS!

HOW ABOUT THIS!

AND DAAAAANG LOOK AT THIS! I thought that was pretty impressive.

Spanish homework is just not happening right now.

Looking at these pictures makes me want to cry.

I've got myself convinced that after the mission and school I'm heading south.
Eighteen month mission.
Two years of school.
About three and a half years right?

You may think, oh you silly girl you're always coming up with new ideas, or you'll change your mind, or yea that's what you want this week but next week it'll be a new obsession.

NAH.

I'm serious.

After this:

And this:

And hopefully I'll have this:

I'm gone.

Like, adios muchachos.

Adieux!

Ciao!

See ya later, but probably not!

BYE!

Suckaaaaaas.

That's all.

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Song of the Day

On the Coast of Somewhere Beautiful by Kenny Chesney

The Race

The following poem...or whatever is it, is one of my absolute favorites.

I found it appropriate for today.

The Race

"Quit! Give up! You're beaten!"

They shout at me and plead.

There's just too much against you  now.

This time you can't succeed!

And as I start to hang my head

In front of failure's face

My downward fall is broken by

The memory of a race.

And hope refills my weakened will

As I recall that scene

For just the thought of that short race

Rejuvenates my being.

A children's race; young boys, young men

How I remember well.

Excitement sure! But also fear

It wasn't hard to tell.

They all lined up so full of hope

Each thought to win that race.

Or tie for first, or if not that

At least take second place.

And fathers watched from off the side,

Each cheering for his son.

And each new boy hoped to show his dad

That he would be the one.

The whistle blew and off they went

Young hearts and hopes afire.

To win and be the hero there

Was each young boy's desire.

And one boy in particular

Whose dad was in the crowd

Was running near the lead and thought, 

My dad will be so proud!

But as they speeded down the field

Across a shallow dip.

The little boy, who thought to win,

Lost his step and slipped.

Trying hard to catch himself

His hands flew out to brace,

And, mid the laughter of the crowd,

He fell flat on his face.

So down he fell, and with him hope.

He couldn't win it now.

Embarrassed, sad, he only wished

To disappear somehow.

But as he fell, his dad stood up

And showed his anxious face

That to the boy so clearly said;

Get up and win the race!

He quickly rose, no damage done.

Behind a bit, that's all

And ran with all his mind and might

To make up for his fall.

So anxious to restore himself 

To catch up and win,

His mind went faster than his legs;

He slipped and fell again.

He wished that he had quit before

with only one disgrace

I'm hopeless as a runner, now

I shouldn't try to race.

But in the laughing crowd he searched

And found his father's face,

That steady look that said again,

Get up and win the race.

So he jumped to try again

Ten yards behind the last

If I'm going to gain those yards, he thought,

I've got to move real fast.

Exerting everything he had,

He regained eight of ten

But trying hard to catch the lead

He slipped and fell again.

Defeated! He lay there silently

A tear dropped from his eye

There's no sense in running anymore.

Three strikes; I'm out. Why try?

The will to rise had disappeared.

All hope had flown away.

So far behind; so error prone-

A loser all the way.

I've lost, so what's the use, he thought.

I'll live with my disgrace.

But then he thought about his dad,

whom soon he'd have to face.

Get up an echo sounded low,

Get up and take your place.

You were not meant for failure here,

Get up and win the race.

With borrowed will, get up, it said.

You haven't lost at all.

For winning is no more than this:

To rise each time you fall.

So up he rose to run once more

And, with a new commit,

He resolved that win or lose

At least he wouldn't quit.

So far behind the others now,

The most he'd ever been,

Still he gave it all he had;

He ran as though to win.

Three times he'd fallen, stumbling,

Three time he rose again.

Too far behind to hope to win,

He still ran it to the end.

They cheered the winning runner

As he crossed the line first place,

Head high, and proud, and happy-

No falling; no disgrace.

But when the youngster

Crossed the line last place,

The crowd gave him the greater cheer

For finishing the race.

And even though he came in last

With head bowed low, unproud,

You would have thought he won the race,

To listen to the crowd.

And to his dad he sadly said,

I didn't do so well.

To me, you won, his father said.

You rose each time you fell.

And now when things seem dark and hard

And difficult to face,

The memory of that little boy

Helps me win my race.

For all of life is like that race,

With ups and downs and all,

And all you have to do to win

Is rise each time you fall.

"Quit! Give up! You're beaten!"

They still shout in my face.

But another voice within me says

Get up and win the race!

-Delbert L. Groberg

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Song of the Day

Already Gone by The Eagles