tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54743472012-01-24T08:22:38.333-06:00Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.comBlogger4181100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-83753045829956869982012-01-05T08:23:00.003-06:002012-01-05T08:26:43.708-06:00

It's true that I really like this song, and her moves.That's one thing about most of the music I listen to: there are no dance moves.

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-35215290005536982912012-01-04T20:41:00.004-06:002012-01-04T20:52:29.318-06:00

I have been home on the couch all day, sick with an upset stomach. It is not as upset anymore, but I still don't feel very well. This is the first time I've even felt ill for a long time, so I suppose I deserve it.I wanted to write a few memories from Christmas Break before I forget them. They are all about my sweet nephew, 4.9-year-old Mr. T. My missionary memory was a lockbox; now I realize it

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-8145494536894448712012-01-03T11:09:00.001-06:002012-01-03T11:09:44.709-06:00

This is probably the funniest song I've ever heard.

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-38978560107797669042011-12-30T23:37:00.003-06:002011-12-31T00:20:10.338-06:00

I used to be so sad as a kid when Christmas left. Melancholy hit hard and an ominous feeling remained. I knew that no day of the year would be as good as that one, blessed day.I don't feel that way about Christmas anymore.This has been an interesting twelve days. We haven't been home to my parents' house since November 2010, and then we were only here for about three days (It was a waste. We will

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-32852005917132584722011-12-01T09:52:00.001-06:002011-12-01T09:52:40.328-06:00

of this song.Youth Lagoon : Daydream from Behind the Walk-in on Vimeo.Three cheers for Youth Lagoon!

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-31447139997840745002011-11-30T14:14:00.001-06:002011-11-30T14:14:30.804-06:00

Best tumblr ever.

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-89501602588274041732011-11-29T12:17:00.002-06:002011-11-29T12:19:02.000-06:00

Not really. My only issue is that I really want this bracelet my friend Aarean is giving away on her blog Color Issue!GIVING AWAY!!! And it's Kate Spade! I love Kate Spade. I would like to own everything that woman has ever made.Thanks, Aarean!

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-64902731074182755842011-11-09T12:38:00.003-06:002011-11-09T12:48:10.244-06:00

If you have ever been to a show in Salt Lake City, you may identify with some of the following feelings, feelings that surfaced at pretty much every show I ever went to at Kilby Court or Bricks or The Depot, etc.- Wow, these kids are really dressed nicely.- Wow, these kids are really hip.- Wow, these kids are really trying hard.- Wow, these kids all look the same.Etc.I am sure those same kids

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-56418109601485102302011-11-04T08:01:00.003-05:002011-11-04T08:05:03.211-05:00

It's a nice morning. Woke up to a 5 am, 40 degree WOD. So fun! I'm serious.I just finished reading this article about modern-day prejudice and the form it takes. It's a great read. Objective, thought-provoking, and subtly serves its readers humble pie.Read it and let me know what you think!In other news, Jeff and I are going to see M83 after all! The venue opened up more tickets, so I snagged

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-71150459561108124132011-11-01T14:47:00.002-05:002011-11-01T14:49:21.874-05:00

I will never grow tired of hearing my dad say to me, "I'm proud of you, Lisa."I sure love my dad.

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-33693757256288418492011-10-28T09:50:00.002-05:002011-10-28T10:45:36.611-05:00

I eat breakfast around 6:30 am, post WOD, pre blow dry. Always eggs. A few whole, a few whites, a little salsa, plus two fish oil pills.Is it odd that it's 9:50 am and I'm hungry? Like really hungry?Of course, I got busy and now it is 10:43 and I am even hungrier! When will the madness end?!Does it weird anyone else out that so many guys are on Pinterest these days? I think Pinterest is pretty

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-82775831920579912262011-10-27T09:20:00.002-05:002011-10-27T09:22:16.929-05:00

My life would have been better not knowing M83 was playing in Houston next Friday.I just found out last night. It is sold out. Now I either have to not go or pay at least double. What would you do?

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-20890068234509076512011-10-26T13:29:00.001-05:002011-10-26T13:30:58.353-05:00

I can't get enough of M83's new album.It is sosososososososososososo good.

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-7657690596349502792011-10-26T11:04:00.002-05:002011-10-26T11:12:16.852-05:00

My job is like working for twelve dads and one naggy mom, and two aunts and two uncles who don't care for me much.My twelve work dads can't do much for themselves, except for two or three. Four of them are useless. Absolutely useless. I do everything for them that's not related to their field of expertise.My naggy mom is manipulative and gossips more than anyone should. Some days are okay. Others

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-73487262864896314432011-10-25T11:29:00.002-05:002011-10-25T11:33:24.104-05:00

Sophomore (I think) year of high school, I bought a shirt at Urban Outfitters, which wasn't cool back then by the way. It was this random store in Berkeley that sold hippie skirts and weird clothes only Berkeley people wore. It was a cool store. I liked the one in SF too. That's where I found this shirt.It was part of the Urban Renewal line, meaning they find old clothes and make them

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-46066231673770877542011-10-21T10:50:00.003-05:002011-10-21T11:00:53.175-05:00

Did you know I am pretty much useless unless some form of music is playing? This could mean I am listening to music or singing. Singing out loud means I can still be productive; singing in my head means I am probably not productive because my thoughts are consumed by song.In the 1+ year I have worked for this oil and gas firm, I have noticed that I am VERY unproductive at office work if no music

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-62835056500771926902011-10-10T13:43:00.003-05:002011-10-10T14:15:05.779-05:00

I feel overcome this morning. First, it is Monday. I never like Mondays. Mondays are always long days catching up on weekend e-mails. Long because I've deviated from my 9 to 4:30 sleep schedule all weekend and trying to shove myself back on it is usually disastrous (like last night...didn't sleep very well). Second, Primary Program practice was SO LONG yesterday. We went straight through TWICE

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-20320474320935819892011-09-27T09:03:00.005-05:002011-09-27T10:18:43.606-05:00

I have oftentimes thought a lot of myself.I have oftentimes not thought much of myself.Sad to say that this is how most of us live our lives. Depending on the day, or the time of day for some of us women, we might absolutely loathe ourselves. It's in these times of the day that I'm grateful for my supportive and loving husband, but mostly grateful for my knowledge that I am a daughter of a loving

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-88210774119324052622011-09-25T19:24:00.003-05:002011-09-25T19:30:34.117-05:00

I have so many things I SHOULD say, but what I will say is this:I LOVE ROASTED BROCCOLI!!!I had only eaten steamed and raw broccoli for my entire life until tonight. I had five (yes, five) heads of broccoli in the fridge and we needed a veggie to go with our meatloaf. Jeff GROANNNNNED when I told him I would probably make the green beans I literally always make, so I decided to spice things up

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-5357724866237927102011-09-11T19:44:00.003-05:002011-09-11T20:08:37.107-05:00

I've been back from Utah for almost a full week, long enough to feel like I never went!I had an absolutely fantastic time. Look at the pics and see for yourself.JCW: Super yum fry sauce! The burger itself was such a let down. Crazy to think I used to love this burger. The patty was thin. The bun was dry. The guac was nonexistent. Even the burger I've liked least here in Houston was better than

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-79234795558375270652011-08-30T08:16:00.006-05:002011-09-01T15:33:01.343-05:00

Is it sad that one thing I'm looking forward to (not most, but it's definitely second to seeing friends) about being in Utah, is the food there. Yeah, really. Fry sauce from JCW. Cafe Rio pork salad. Hires Big H. Kneaders french toast. Chocolate-covered cinnamon bears from the BYU Bookstore. Burger Supreme. Granny B's cookies. BYU chocolate milk and creamery ice cream. Fresh bread and honey

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-78316057670588699322011-08-28T08:09:00.002-05:002011-08-28T08:35:04.867-05:00

I turned 26 Thursday. Some people lament growing older, but I was pretty happy to get away from 25. Don't get me wrong--great things happened all year. Starting with marrying Jeff Labor Day weekend of last year. Starting CrossFit together and changing our way of life. Losing some LBS. Coming into my own more as a music teacher. Having the receiver of my dreams so our vinyl records finally sound

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-79242350795943546372011-08-22T13:35:00.004-05:002011-08-22T13:45:24.885-05:00

...I would make strawberries in season year round. This latest batch from Costco is sub par. Driscoll's has been pumping out the sweetest, most delectable little morsels all summer, until now. I am so sad. If I could have two wishes, I would have sung this duet with Jeff at our wedding reception. Heaven knows we love belting it out at home. Tongue in cheek, of course. I wonder if you all are

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-39873271682103458312011-08-21T20:32:00.003-05:002011-08-22T09:36:32.726-05:00

Sometimes my man makes me so happy. I love him so much. I found out about a month ago that my best friend/best mission companion "Mo" (short for Sister Morrill) is getting married Labor Day Weekend. THIS IS GREAT NEWS!! And I am so happy for her. The sad news was that this is also the weekend of my first anniversary with Jeff, which trumps the wedding. One year already! I can't believe it. I

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-10076186881441804182011-08-11T12:50:00.002-05:002011-08-11T15:26:51.184-05:00

Did I tell you I got my hair cut? No, probably not, because I don't need blogging right now. I realized that the other day. I used to write and blog a lot, about many different things. Mainly about questions I had or minor moral dilemmas or noteworthy happenings. My life is not boring, per se. I am just not struggling, so I don't feel the urge to write. Or perhaps I am more personal now. I used

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-72137238357777928792011-07-31T21:17:00.004-05:002011-07-31T21:48:28.558-05:00

Jeff and I went to Branson last week for a family reunion. Have you ever been there?It is a throwback to the '70s. Lots of shows, Dixie Stampede, family-oriented activities, and lots more super fun things to do. We liked it well enough, especially seeing the group "Six."Boy, that brings me back. I fell asleep in the first half and couldn't sit still for any portions I was awake. It was two hours

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-23622667310052132242011-07-31T20:55:00.003-05:002011-07-31T21:17:03.845-05:00

Last night, Jeff and I went with some friends to Miller Outdoor Theater. It's a huge, obviously outdoor theater here in Houston that puts on free shows for anyone who wants to come. We've seen the Houston Symphony, Chinese Acrobats, Houston Grand Opera Company, Houston Ballet Company, and countless other shows. Last night we saw Shakespeare's "Taming of the Shrew." It was a great show. Well

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-72281699855151245722011-06-30T13:53:00.004-05:002011-06-30T18:59:31.529-05:00

I can't believe this blog goes back to 2003. That's the year I graduated high school.As I sit here, bored to high heaven here at work, I'm reading a few entries from August of that year, right before I left for BYU. It's so funny to read those, how I wrote back then, how I thought and what I thought about. I fought with my parents a lot then. Every entry mentions it!So much of my life, I've felt

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-4208774995466405142011-06-15T13:04:00.003-05:002011-06-15T13:22:48.168-05:00

Until two months ago, this was my drug of choice.Or this.Or definitely this.Or this.Or, because I was trying to hide my drug habit from BouBou, I would drink the 20-oz., 50-cent bottles of crack my grocery store of choice (yeah HEB) tries to pass off as diet soda.Friday night, BB and I went to our favorite TexMex joint so I could order the same thing I always do, fish tacos. We love this eatery

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-40766210574973505972011-06-14T12:24:00.005-05:002011-06-14T12:39:56.450-05:00

He came home from work less than thrilled.BouBou was so lucky to teach the same class of students two years in a row. Teach For America may not have delivered on much, but it delivered on the kids. They were the sweetest group of students a teacher could imagine.BouBou started teaching a new crop last week at the start of summer school, and so far, they are troublesome.So somebody came home a

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-13939502481600106292011-06-13T14:58:00.004-05:002011-06-13T15:00:08.080-05:00

Happy Birthday BB! My sweet Jeff is 26 today. Everybody wish him a happy birthday!

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-13236297890589895442011-06-07T11:01:00.002-05:002011-06-07T11:08:53.046-05:00

This is why I eat Paleo.And if that wasn't enough, read this article.

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-67614622651117765702011-06-02T09:34:00.000-05:002011-06-02T09:35:02.511-05:00

Well this is comforting.

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-87628813385122352242011-05-31T14:16:00.000-05:002011-05-31T14:16:07.268-05:00

You may have noticed this fancy button that popped up on the right-hand side of my blog around May 1. Maybe you didn't because I haven't posted since then, so you probably haven't been to my blog. Either way, please notice the fancy button on the right hand side of my blog. That one that says: "I'm doing the Whole30" or something like that.It's on there because BouBou and I are DONE with a

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-330332069434446262011-04-25T10:17:00.003-05:002011-04-26T07:54:18.822-05:00

As I've posted before, Bou Bou and I follow a diet called "Paleo," which in a nutshell means we eat anything that was around 20,000 years ago and not much more. No grains, no dairy, NO SUGAR. We've never felt better. Sometimes we blur the lines a little by treating ourselves to a milkshake or Chick Fil-A, but we don't tow the line too much, especially when it comes to eating sugar. (This is the

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-83555383664839863292011-04-01T10:34:00.003-05:002011-04-01T10:59:59.921-05:00

Health insurance. A heated topic among many Americans. After my experience yesterday, I have some clue why.My most "generous" employer (I should add "selectively") provides me health and dental insurance with no detriment to my wage. How nice! I do not have vision coverage, which for my four eyes, means I fork over a few hundred dollars a year in optometry visits and new contact lenses. I haven't

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-8840900717672209672011-03-12T07:00:00.002-06:002011-03-12T07:26:18.824-06:00

Why is it that every time one is preparing to leave on a trip, the world collides?! This has been one crazy week. Tuesday night I had a work dinner to attend. At 6 pm, I went out to my car (I was luckily already at home) and tried to turn it on. No go. Tried it again. No go. Lights were going on normally, the engine just wouldn't turn over. I knew it wasn't the starter--our mobile mechanic, Big

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-42522572515870769452011-03-07T12:27:00.005-06:002011-03-07T13:10:16.746-06:00

Exactly five days from this moment, my sweet Bou Bou and I will be boarding a flight to Mexico City, then on to Costa Rica!!! I cannot wait!! I have spent the past few months poring over the Interwebs, trying to find the best places to stay and see and go. Our trip is narrowed down to places I'm sure we will love! The first half of our trip, we are staying in rural Costa Rica. I am especially

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-71938743267004960872011-03-02T08:03:00.002-06:002011-03-02T08:05:07.103-06:00

Whatever you've done, we don't care. Just beg for absolution and get back on the court. Link to KSL article

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-67195731131985303432011-03-01T10:53:00.002-06:002011-03-01T11:25:07.066-06:00

Not really the worst night of my life, but it was the worst I can remember for a really long time.Each year the Houston Rodeo comes to town. Ever since I was a kid, I've always glamorized rodeos, probably because I've never been to one. I'd watch the bull and bronco riding on TV, the calf roping, the clowns getting manhandled by the bulls, the riders flying off and miraculously not dying...I

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-51829083337717788972011-03-01T10:44:00.002-06:002011-03-01T10:46:48.557-06:00

I love my husband. Gifs by Oriza - Nice gifs, poems scraps

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-270913921590876482011-02-28T10:15:00.000-06:002011-02-28T10:17:46.042-06:00

Things currently driving my passion:1. Costa Rica---only two more weeks, my passport FINALLY came, not looking forward to wearing synthetics and ugly sandals for a week2. CrossFit---I finally have a bum that's not so flat-as-a-pancake, and my body is always sore, BUT I'm also in probably the best shape of my life.3. The Zone/Paleo---wellness is 80% nutrition and that is definitely true!4.

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-8272495420592124132011-02-24T15:19:00.005-06:002011-02-28T11:25:48.220-06:00

I have been wondering lately why I don't really like Houston.Houston is very big. Not big in the there's-something-cool-around-every-corner big, like New York, or the Bay Area, or European cities. Just big. Strip mall big. Every day I drive by thousands of strip malls, seedy shops where immodest clothes are proudly displayed, fast food joints and greasy Chinese takeout places and lots of beat up

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-15645468377654809552011-02-11T10:37:00.000-06:002011-02-11T10:38:02.537-06:00

Hey everybody. Happy Valentine's Day.Valentine for Perfect Strangers from House of Bath on Vimeo.

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-13299410840912453612011-02-10T15:31:00.003-06:002011-02-10T15:43:46.515-06:00

I remember how I felt the day I discovered my dad had a jumprope.Mine was pink, with glitter stuck in the plastic rope. I think it had pompoms coming out of the handles; they made a swishing sound like waves when I turned them in my hands. I liked to jumprope a lot. We jumproped a lot at school, but we had to use actual pieces of rope, which weren't nearly as fun as my rope at home. They didn't

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-48650133309769238802010-12-15T14:16:00.002-06:002010-12-15T15:14:31.891-06:00

My new love: shortbread cookies with a spot of jam. I grew up imagining they'd be disgusting, like Fig Newtons or those raisin bars that would induce irreversible car sickness on family road trips. Now I can't believe I've been missing out on those my entire life. Kind of like sweet potatoes and yams. I didn't try those until maybe three years ago. Who knew they tasted like candy, given enough

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-79750933441505269832010-12-09T10:31:00.008-06:002010-12-09T11:38:12.450-06:00

Well well, how have you been olde blog?Mr. Ward and I have been having such a nice time lately. Vowing to take more photos of our newlywedded blissful selves, trying to develop good habits like reading important books and eating healthy food, and working really long hours. We leave at 7 am and we're back around 6 or 7 or 7:30 pm depending on the night. We watch Wheel of Fortune while I/he cook/s

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-79667625704157195032010-11-09T19:43:00.003-06:002010-11-09T20:32:17.381-06:00

I've been a wife for two months. Congrats to me! When I was younger I used to think being married would be so difficult. Being with someone all the time, the same person, seeing them every day, kissing them all the time...I gotta tell ya, I WAS SO WRONG!I mean LOOK AT THIS GUY!!!Being married has been the best decision I ever made. Jeff is my best friend. We laugh so hard at the stupidest things,

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-65145157262433599412010-10-13T08:01:00.000-05:002010-10-13T08:01:04.063-05:00

Church Responds to HRC Petition

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-41281281533284984352010-10-06T11:46:00.005-05:002010-10-06T12:31:11.602-05:00

I apologize for my lack of posts. Marriage has made me very busy! But not as busy as work.As you know I teach music lessons every weekday afternoon/evening. It is going well. I also work full time starting this past Monday at this place with this guy Monday to Friday. My days start very early and end very late and I'm ready to go to bed at a time most old people are eating dinner. Too bad I never

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-10179638165642829932010-09-13T12:49:00.003-05:002010-09-13T14:02:56.197-05:00

The big news is that:JEFF AND I GOT MARRIED!~!~!~!~!~!So far marriage is really great. Really fun. Really happy. Jeff makes me happy and better and peaceful.Our apartment looks a lot like this right now,so tonight for our Family Home Evening we are cleaning the house! Putting away the tons of cool stuff we got. Thank you everyone you are FABULOUS!! Yay Crate and Barrel! I love you. And you too

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-44799896874529149542010-08-18T23:54:00.003-05:002010-08-19T00:07:30.463-05:00

This is what I feel like 99 percent of the time.Yes, dangit! Like a sweaty vampire!No really, it is so hot here. No deodorant works. Your best anti-perspirant is a/c, if it's working. I spend fifteen to twenty minutes blow-drying my hair into a beautiful, sleek, straight softness, free of frizz, my layers swinging bashfully as I shake my luscious mane......Then I step outside the door, walk

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-12857585340737035302010-08-17T23:00:00.002-05:002010-08-17T23:23:33.675-05:00

Yes, it's been almost three weeks since I wrote anything, and yes, I know my wedding is 2.42 weeks away. Phew it's a lot to take in! Lemme tell you why.I found out last week that my beautiful ivory taffeta wedding gown with a ruffled Queen Anne collar, which was supposed to be here July 31st, is apparently being made in China (who knew we outsourced wedding dresses?) and it won't be shipped until

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-18244772432442340992010-08-01T22:35:00.005-05:002010-08-01T22:40:45.545-05:00

I am still so unhappy with this layout but I don't have time to fix it tonight. I'm going to bed.We got back from Dallas this morning. I am happy to report my father-in-law would have me on his handcart team if we were ever pioneers. Not that we will be, but I think that's a flattering thing.Texas is still very hot.I begin temping at some oil and gas company tomorrow. Office work. Nothing major.

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-11688252821827853572010-07-29T22:51:00.005-05:002010-07-29T23:05:21.226-05:00

I just messed around with the layout and I don't like it at all. I will fix it soon, I promise.Jeffy Boo and I just returned from a great trip to Austin! We checked out UT, where Jeff is considering applying to for grad school. They have a great Masters of Education program. Here's rooting for Jeff!We went to the State Capitol, drove around a bunch, ate some great food, and overall loved it. I

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-33141197007582967882010-07-27T01:20:00.001-05:002010-07-27T01:22:11.757-05:00

RIP Little Boy Bowl

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-54520416188257361392010-07-20T23:58:00.002-05:002010-07-21T00:20:46.995-05:00

We drove from Texas to Utah. The Suburban had some complications. We put a new battery in it and it was fine. We love Colorado Springs. (I have never fallen in love with a place at the sight. New York took two weeks. Utah took four years. St. Louis my love was for people. Colorado Springs instantly felt like home).Everything is the same in Utah. It was comforting, but it wasn't home.We returned

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-28398043791035167172010-07-08T13:54:00.002-05:002010-07-08T14:03:12.684-05:00

Sometimes I think Heavenly Father must really love me for one reason:When I move to a notoriously, sweltering hot place, He makes it less hot.My two summers in St. Louis were some of the coolest on record. No major heat waves. Less humidity. I found them overall mild, aside from a few nasty days.Houston started out so hot I thought I was going to die. Jeff was on the verge of sending me back to

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-86295195162906484782010-06-27T23:28:00.003-05:002010-06-27T23:42:33.400-05:00

I keep telling myself to go to bed, but I won't.I haven't even washed my face yet.It is a very great feeling when the person you are marrying makes you better than you are. The tag-team is a nice asset. Suddenly we are funnier, friendlier, happier, more fun to be with, cuter, smilier, and more contagiously irresistible. Maybe just to each other, but that's good enough for me.Houston is a nice

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-81543264743402950812010-06-22T12:32:00.003-05:002010-06-22T12:37:44.296-05:00

These guys won't win any prizes for originality, but I sure like this song.I am tired of updating resumes and things. I feel like I just did this yesterday. Oh wait I did. I mean, I feel like I've been doing this for awhile now. Probably because I did it a few months ago only to be hired at Wells Fargo, and now I am doing it again. Oh well.I really like cooking dinner for Jeff. I only did it last

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-44956106553371509052010-06-21T09:39:00.004-05:002010-06-21T09:51:53.288-05:00

As of Friday, June 18, about 9 pm, I officially started living in Houston.Thursday morning I woke up ready to rumble, only to have a dead battery in the Rat. Panicked that my ten-year-old was going to throw a tantrum that day, I took him to the shop to have him looked over. Blessedly, the shop I go to is just a few blocks from Kneaders, so I enjoyed me a plate of french toast before heading back.

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-39502154034249254132010-06-07T20:06:00.004-05:002010-06-07T20:13:58.735-05:00

I am a useless packer. One of those types that can't/won't pack unless someone else is there. I just find too many distractions. Like the nice weather outside. Like the chickens my landlords have. Like blogging and the Internet. Maybe that's why the dwarfs whistled while they worked. Maybe it helped them maintain focus. When I was little I thought they sang: "John's window while you work...oowee

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-60087135115180070482010-06-02T22:14:00.004-05:002010-06-02T22:26:37.216-05:00

Official announcement! Two weeks until Houston! I'm leaving Utah June 17 and driving like a madwoman to reach the man I love by the night of the 18th. Then, FLOAT TRIP ON THE 19TH!!!!YYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!I will miss Utah. I will miss many things. Unfortunately many of these things center around food, which means I am going to be doing

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-22148356822591124532010-05-28T00:34:00.003-05:002010-05-28T00:56:38.852-05:00

It's a full moon tonight. Normally on a night like tonight, I'd be worried about wolves. Werewolves! I've been thinking about wolves a lot lately because of an article I read in National Geographic a few days ago.Perhaps minutely worse than being surrounded by a pack of werewolves is being surrounded by THREE PREGNANT WOMEN!! Yes, I am surrounded.My sister announced yesterday she is pregnant!

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-65353909912729735952010-05-22T10:00:00.004-05:002010-05-22T10:23:53.869-05:00

I have what some may feel is an archaic sense of custom and etiquette with certain things. Prominent in my mind lately is the looming task of collecting invitees and addresses for the wedding.The modern protocol for young 20-somethings undergoing this process is to send out a Facebook group invite, where you post your address on the group wall and you'd darn well better if you want an invitation

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-46429169361054510012010-05-16T23:15:00.005-05:002010-05-16T23:50:31.314-05:00

I wonder why we as humans are so fascinated by how other humans live their lives. Why do we post intricacies of our lives on the internet for all to see? (Why do I write this blog?) Why do kids from my high school, whom I was never really friends with, add me as a friend on Facebook? Why, in my ward's Relief Society, do we have a "Good News Minute"? Why do you read my blog (if you don't know me

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-77208863682043468672010-05-14T22:00:00.002-05:002010-05-14T22:07:53.401-05:00

I have no shame. I go to movies by myself on Friday nights and I don't feel bad about it. I saw Robin Hood tonight and I liked it. I have always been a sucker for knights in shining armor though. And Russell Crowe.I try not to feel sorry for myself, but I'll be honest that tonight I do, pathetically enough. Just a little bit. Because the movie got out 45 minutes ago and I've come home, eaten a PB

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-63253785819502007492010-05-12T23:46:00.003-05:002010-05-12T23:55:24.052-05:00

What is it about a full time job that makes my brain too numb to do anything articulate? Until 11 pm, apparently, when I've recovered.Many changes are afoot. Yes, I'm talking about getting married to my beloved Jeffypoo. There are many, many things that must happen between now and then. Like moving to Houston, which is going to be much sooner than we'd originally anticipated. One would think that

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-77568206224276024762010-05-05T17:43:00.003-05:002010-05-05T17:57:15.412-05:00

I would first like to say that being engaged, even long distance, is really great and I highly recommend it when you get the chance.I am on day three of my Wells Fargo-funded training trip to Des Moines, Iowa. I have the difficult choice tonight of either accompanying the more raucous of the group to see one of our classmates fight in a scheduled bar fight (think Robert Downey, Jr. style in

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-22267608120063354522010-05-02T20:26:00.003-05:002010-05-02T20:41:02.451-05:00

Jeff and I got engaged yesterday at my most favorite place in San Francisco, the Sutro Bath ruins. It was a gorgeously windy day. No fog. Just sun and lots and lots of wind.We don't know much about marriage, but we're excited to find out. Our date is set for September 4 at the LDS Oakland Temple. We will be married not just for time, until we die, but for all eternity. If you are not familiar

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-45787448695191077912010-04-21T23:22:00.003-05:002010-04-21T23:26:31.925-05:00

I just wanted to confess that I didn't go to the gym today :(Because I failed to get out of bed when my alarm went off at 6 am to propel me to the gym :(Because tonight I saw Megan and then other Megan who I haven't seen in three years :)Second Megan and I ate Five Guys and it was cold :(Then I came home and I was sad because Jeff went to bed and I didn't get to talk to him :(And I decided I

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-12616372440505790682010-04-17T16:51:00.003-05:002010-04-17T17:09:28.518-05:00

I'm still wondering why not more people were at the Retribution Gospel Choir show at Kilby Court last night. Maybe Low isn't a cool band among the newest hipsters, so they didn't know that one of indies most influential musicians was in town. Maybe Subpop isn't deemed "with it" in 2010. I hope it was just finals.It was an odd crowd. A few neo-hippies/hipsters. The avid, activist SLC cyclists. The

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-34436606172243884902010-04-09T09:16:00.002-05:002010-04-09T09:22:37.032-05:00

I've been taking great strides to better my health and my life lately. For example, I acquired a membership to a local gym. I've cut most fats out of my diet. I'm down to 1-2 cans of Diet Coke per day, and I juxtapose that with 3-4 L of water.My current dilemma comes from the idea of a colon cleanse. I've had friends do various high-fiber cleanses over the years, and they swear by them. With

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-80697634058696425732010-03-30T22:52:00.002-05:002010-03-30T23:01:46.542-05:00

It's when I hear songs like this that I lust after being born 80 years ago.

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-86653016470907516162010-03-25T09:20:00.003-05:002010-03-25T09:27:27.072-05:00

I had three different dreams last night. One involved me and Daniel Day Lewis hanging out and eating British food: fish and chips, shepherd's pie, lots of other meats and sausages and artery-clogging eats. The next involved me and Daniel Day Lewis going to Chuck A Rama (I must have been really hungry when I went to bed), where we kept eating and eating and eating. And close to this one buffet bar

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-55914116412849275422010-03-13T01:05:00.003-06:002010-03-13T01:09:09.743-06:00

I just wanna say thanks from the bottom of my heart to Tess and Adam, for finding this gem of a song. Find the "Bird Dogs Forever" theme song at the bottom of the screen.My sister and I went to the DanceSport championships tonight. I haven't much to say other than I definitely know what I DON'T want my wedding dress to look like. Or any dress I ever wear, for that matter. What? Beadazzle my

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-72202232071739571092010-03-08T22:49:00.003-06:002010-03-08T23:15:27.402-06:00

Do you ever have those weeks when it's just better for you to not see anyone and stay inside or be alone? I am trying my hardest to stop this week that I speak of at tonight so I can continue my life the way I prefer it. Happy. Patient. Giving. Loving toward others. But you know I guess I can't be that way all the time.I heard back from Teach For America. I am waitlisted, and I won't hear any

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-8470234519384687642010-03-08T00:35:00.003-06:002010-03-08T00:40:47.679-06:00

My homegirls from Waterloo Branch made up their own version to Tik Tok. I love it! I love them!wake up in the morning feeling like p diddy.grab my scriptures im out the door im gonna hit seminary.before i leave, brush my teeth with a bottle of crest.cause when i leave for the day i aint comin back.scripture mastery on our mind, mind.movies all the time, time.no texting on our phones, phones.im

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-13712894371535005322010-02-28T22:46:00.002-06:002010-02-28T23:01:21.290-06:00

And I love her soI wouldn't trade her for goldWalking on moonbeamsI was born with a silver spoonHell I'm gonna be meGonna be freeWalking on moonbeamsAnd staring out to seaAnd if a door be closedThen a row of homes start buildingAnd tear your curtains downFor sunlight is like goldHell you better be youDo what you can doWalking on moonbeamsAnd staring out to sea'Cause if your skin was soilHow long

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-8462860874909886342010-02-25T00:17:00.004-06:002010-02-25T00:25:33.228-06:00

I can't get her out of my head!!!!SHANIA!!!!SHE WON'T LEAVE!!!!(Update: The beautiful Megan and I just spent six hours deep cleaning my house. Now it smells of ammonia, only I can't smell anymore because of the ammonia. But I'm told it smells clean in here, and that's what I wanted).I find out about Teach For America soon. I want to hear tomorrow. Or I don't want to hear at all. Real life. Why

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-88347291287231026572010-02-24T00:11:00.005-06:002010-02-24T01:15:18.401-06:00

Well, here I am, penning my first blog entry since moving into Alison (formerly) Faulkner's basement. In Provo. Where I didn't want to be. But you know what? It's going to be all right.Already I've been issued a calling by my bishop. I've been reacquainted with many kindreds and friends. I've found lots of old letters written to me long ago (a few from Grandma Betty, who I miss more fondly after

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-12687194194292328382010-02-22T01:32:00.004-06:002010-02-22T01:48:14.734-06:00

Have I really not posted anything since February 9?Is my mind so empty that I had nothing better to post on February 9 than that video?These past few weeks have been amazingly insane. I start my job on Friday, finally, which means I'm moving back to Provo, like, in eight hours. Yay.My parents came to visit last weekend. So did Jeff. I miss one quite a bit more than the others. Someday I will

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-63017339517263941452010-02-09T22:36:00.001-06:002010-02-09T22:38:17.732-06:00

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-38407001986819846772010-02-08T11:07:00.003-06:002010-02-08T11:14:59.488-06:00

"It isn't as bad as you sometimes think it is. It all works out. Don't worry. I say that to myself every morning. It will all work out. Put your trust in God, and move forward with faith and confidence in the future. The Lord will not forsake us. He will not forsake us. If we will put our trust in Him, if we will pray to Him, if we will live worthy of His blessings, He will hear our prayers."

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-36642041887722425122010-02-05T16:37:00.002-06:002010-02-05T17:07:07.570-06:00

This is what journalism is all about.This is what the gospel is all about.This is my stake.Please read this article. Let me know your thoughts.I know the people in this article. I have gay friends and relatives. I think we all do. I think this article (as well as the movement in my stake, all of which happened while I was a missionary) is the best I've ever read on the subject. But, tell me what

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-58066162187552376322010-02-04T09:37:00.005-06:002010-02-04T11:05:55.985-06:00

Fourth grade yesterday. The kids were good. SO GOOD. Their teacher must be amazing.Just before music an eager-to-please young lady remarked to me: "Wow, Miss R, your teeth look like fangs!" Other students looked at her, wondering if she had any clue what she'd just said. I told this student, "You're lucky my feelings don't get hurt. That was not a nice thing to say to someone. I would advise you

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-8442100358117524272010-02-02T13:54:00.000-06:002010-02-02T13:53:08.855-06:00

I wonder these days if I am too independent. Too confident. I've been told many times that I am very intimidating, but I've also been told many times that I'm not intimidating at all.In high school I was voted "Least Intimidating" because of my happy-happy-joy-joy pep and demeanor. I think old age and life experience has softened this a bit, though I do frequently resort to being insatiably happy

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-87705391459437806342010-02-01T18:49:00.003-06:002010-02-01T19:11:34.809-06:00

Junior high. Thank you for the laughs. Today I was asked on a date by a student. I overheard some not-so-discreet young men discussing my level of hotness. I was mistaken for Taylor Swift. I was deemed "coolest sub ever" by sixth period.Glad to know I can roll with 8th graders.

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-50812446952172648352010-01-29T18:00:00.002-06:002010-01-30T18:22:21.064-06:00

The poet Robert Browning wrote:"Grow old along with me!The best is yet to be,The last of life, for which the first was made:Our times are in his handWho saith, “A whole I planned,Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!”Some of you may wonder: Is there any future for me? What does a new year or a new semester, a new major or a new romance, a new job or a new home hold for me? Will

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-49609496582732630592010-01-25T18:11:00.001-06:002010-01-25T18:11:50.719-06:00

This is my daddy!!!!I am so proud of him :)

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-7490858224307973812010-01-25T15:38:00.004-06:002010-01-25T17:31:45.013-06:00

Thank you Weiser Idaho for a memorable weekend.I rode a horse, drove a tractor, fed cattle, peed in a lean-to, watched a dog cuddle with a dead calf, went to a high school basketball game, and remembered how much I love being a missionary. All of these were firsts except the first and last. I am all about firsts.I found out today that my old music teacher died of stomach cancer on the 15th. One

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-61428600763462426232010-01-20T19:04:00.006-06:002010-01-22T00:06:21.874-06:00

Ceci n'est pas une pipe. A concept Magritte perpetuated to explain reality. What is and what isn't. If only he knew how well this relates to the gospel of Jesus Christ.Our Brother would have us focus on what is. Who we are. What we are. I am a daughter of God. I am a strong, confident, talented woman. I possess potential limited only by my own choices.Our other brother, that Lucifer, terrorizes

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-23192035166241241162010-01-19T23:41:00.003-06:002010-01-19T23:50:19.823-06:00

I feel it necessary to announce I am ending my long time love affair with my most favorite appendage, my third limb as some say:It's true. After a long courtship and engagement, my fizzy friend and I are parting ways. Explanation.1. Soda is bad for you whether it's diet or not. Lying to myself doesn't change this fact.2. One should never voluntarily put acid in his or her body.3. My

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-75059278812378967052010-01-19T16:39:00.002-06:002010-01-19T17:29:51.583-06:00

I've returned from a successful trip to Houston. It was a great time and I will never forget it. Highlights include: Brazos Bend State Park (where we saw real alligators!), Half Price Books, Houston Temple, Good Company Texas barbeque, warm weather, Gulf of Mexico/the beach, "Slumdog Millionaire," seeing St. John's School AKA Rushmore Academy, realizing Houston is a really cool city, and kickin'

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-4623905846633880422010-01-14T12:57:00.002-06:002010-01-14T13:06:26.396-06:00

Utah celeb sighting! Elder Craig Zwick and his sweet wife are currently sitting inches from me in the SLC Airport. Just had a nice chat with them. I actually met Elder and Sister Zwick in the MTC, had a nice chat with them there. My mom and Sister Zwick were sorority sisters. Elder Zwick and my mom apparently went on a few dates.I am flying to Houston on a plane with propellers! How cool is that?

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-6270118538695377412010-01-13T13:29:00.006-06:002010-01-13T13:48:05.621-06:00

Tomorrow I leave for Houston!!!I get to see Jeff!Gene Kelly is a hunk.'Nuff said.

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-61559813717233300442010-01-09T22:33:00.009-06:002010-01-09T23:21:21.945-06:00

Take a guess.Despite the photos, it has little to do with children and animals.I'm in the ER with my friend Megan. They just gave her delota. She's a little high.

Little Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00725023240999625445noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5474347.post-65383098511097462882010-01-07T21:36:00.003-06:002010-01-07T21:46:19.239-06:00

Thanks to the original Erin Leigh for this gem.And yes, it's real.In other news, my life is figuring itself out very well, thank you. Also, I am sick.Today I did sealings in the Provo Temple. The wife's name was Nicholas. Pretty sure there was an error there, but she and Martin are sealed nonetheless. Good thing heaven is error proof.

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I am packing up my life. My former life anyway.As my final act as a California resident, I am going through my mission boxes, again, and purging my collection. I haven't done it since I've been home.By now the initial pain and shock of not being a missionary is wearing off. It has worn off, mostly. But looking at all this memorabilia brings it right back. My many journals. Pictures the kids drew

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Did you know the United Nations General Assembly declared 2009 the International Year of Natural Fibers?Neither did I.As stated by Wikipedia:Tentatively, the objectives of the International Year of Natural Fibres would be: To raise awareness and stimulate demand for natural fibres;To encourage appropriate policy responses from governments to the problems faced by natural fibre industriesTo foster

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