We all watch TV, don't lie. I was watching say yes to the dress, and realized I'm smarter than most people on the telly.
Cake Boss-I learned how to make a shoe out of rice crispy treats for a surprise birthday party. I'm a visual person, so when I see Buddy rolling fondant I know I can roll it and make a cake flawless. Come on guys. Travis helped me make a wedding cake.
Say Yes to the Dress - I know that you should never take opinionated people, or a groom wedding dress shopping. If you're opinionated and you like to say the lie, "I'm brutally honest." shut your trap if you're helping a friend shop for the dress of her dreams. I say brutal honesty is a lie because I've found through experience it's an excuse to be critical and just plain rude. It's okay to be brutally honest if your mom does the "smoky eye" look, and she says, "I think I look like I got punched in the face, what do you think?"...tell her the truth. That look is for false lashes, and younger women. hahaha
Top Gear - If you have the money, any car is garbage. Also, cars are wonderful and fun to drive. Cars are easy to love....and Jeremy says, "baby Jesus" hilariously.
Psych - If someone I knew was that witty I would not be able to roll my eyes and keep a straight face. I would laugh so hysterically I'd pee my pants. The opportunity to say, "I've heard it both ways" never comes along if you never pronounce a word wrong. Also, it's impossible to introduce a friend by a weird made up name with a straight face.
Bones - I love awkward moments. I cause them in real life, some people are impervious to them...others make them opportune.
I already feel like I've said too much. I watch too much tv.
Adieu
-Heather
Saturday, June 30, 2012
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
The Best Two Years
Today is my Anniversary! Let me just point out, for all you teenage girls, an anniversary is the date on which an event took place in a previous year. There is also no such thing as a month-iversary. Pet peeve, moving on. Although, months count when going sober. I'm just pet peeving on the silly teenage girls who say, "OMG, it's the 22nd! My anniversary...for 6 months!"
So if I could talk to myself two years ago today. I would definitely let her get married, and then inform her of a few myths. The honeymoon phase does not have a specific time. It could be the first year, it could be the first 20 years (as wonderful examples in our family has proven). Regardless, I'd tell myself I'll still be happy. Deliriously so. My love for Travis seems to only grow with each passing day. It's something that takes work, and a lot of help from my loving Heavenly Father. Now some may say, you don't need God in a marriage to make it work/happy. Good point random person with opposing views, I do go out of my way to make sure Travis feels loved. I do go out of my way to remind him everyday that he is loved, and cherished. These are things I do in an effort to keep my husband, and by doing so myself, happy. And we are so blessed because of it. I would remind me, two years ago, that President McClure was right. We feel closer to each other, the closer we get to God. Just like the triangle he drew for us in our interviews.
The honeymoon phase is definitely not over; Communication is key to keeping it that way. I remember I once asked Travis how he wants me to react to help him get over a grumpy day. Surprisingly, cracking jokes and saying "who's mr. grumpy gills?" only makes him more grumpy. I stay cheerful, and politely tell him to knock it off and do the dishes. It puts him in a better mood when I stay happy, and start bossing him around. Just kidding, but I've adjusted to his moods and stopped noticing when he's grumpy because I adjust and turn his frown upside down.
I still turn into butter when his blue eyes gaze at me. And he's still respectful of my boundaries. When we were dating it was obvious that he respected our shared beliefs and kept his hands to himself. Something, I had never seen in a man before. Respect, and hands in pockets. I knew he was a keeper. Now he doesn't have to keep his hands to himself, but I know he's respectful in the way he doesn't speak about "last night" to all his buddies at work. In fact, I'm not even sure he's buddy buddy with anyone at work. At least not in that way. He doesn't slap my butt in front of friends, or make "rude" comments about how great my curves look in those pants. Which is wonderful! At least, I love it.
Maybe I'll come back to this post and add detailed descriptions of our first dates or that moment when I knew he was the one. Except it wasn't a moment, it was just a wonderful warm sensation in my head. Like a tingling in my heart, that only got greater. It was all the time I spent with him, and every moment that added up to the fact that we were meant to be together. Magic. Just like that cheesy scene in Sleepless in Seattle when the mother is talking about how she looked down at them holding hands and it was pure magic. Like a sign. Love that movie. Love my husband!
I'm so excited to spend eternity with you.
-Heather
So if I could talk to myself two years ago today. I would definitely let her get married, and then inform her of a few myths. The honeymoon phase does not have a specific time. It could be the first year, it could be the first 20 years (as wonderful examples in our family has proven). Regardless, I'd tell myself I'll still be happy. Deliriously so. My love for Travis seems to only grow with each passing day. It's something that takes work, and a lot of help from my loving Heavenly Father. Now some may say, you don't need God in a marriage to make it work/happy. Good point random person with opposing views, I do go out of my way to make sure Travis feels loved. I do go out of my way to remind him everyday that he is loved, and cherished. These are things I do in an effort to keep my husband, and by doing so myself, happy. And we are so blessed because of it. I would remind me, two years ago, that President McClure was right. We feel closer to each other, the closer we get to God. Just like the triangle he drew for us in our interviews.
The honeymoon phase is definitely not over; Communication is key to keeping it that way. I remember I once asked Travis how he wants me to react to help him get over a grumpy day. Surprisingly, cracking jokes and saying "who's mr. grumpy gills?" only makes him more grumpy. I stay cheerful, and politely tell him to knock it off and do the dishes. It puts him in a better mood when I stay happy, and start bossing him around. Just kidding, but I've adjusted to his moods and stopped noticing when he's grumpy because I adjust and turn his frown upside down.
I still turn into butter when his blue eyes gaze at me. And he's still respectful of my boundaries. When we were dating it was obvious that he respected our shared beliefs and kept his hands to himself. Something, I had never seen in a man before. Respect, and hands in pockets. I knew he was a keeper. Now he doesn't have to keep his hands to himself, but I know he's respectful in the way he doesn't speak about "last night" to all his buddies at work. In fact, I'm not even sure he's buddy buddy with anyone at work. At least not in that way. He doesn't slap my butt in front of friends, or make "rude" comments about how great my curves look in those pants. Which is wonderful! At least, I love it.
Maybe I'll come back to this post and add detailed descriptions of our first dates or that moment when I knew he was the one. Except it wasn't a moment, it was just a wonderful warm sensation in my head. Like a tingling in my heart, that only got greater. It was all the time I spent with him, and every moment that added up to the fact that we were meant to be together. Magic. Just like that cheesy scene in Sleepless in Seattle when the mother is talking about how she looked down at them holding hands and it was pure magic. Like a sign. Love that movie. Love my husband!
I'm so excited to spend eternity with you.
-Heather
Friday, June 22, 2012
Familiar Friday
You know how some days you got too much sleep and you're still so tired that you stumble around? I'm pretty sure my neighbors were wondering if I had a little too much to drink. Ahhh Friday, how I've missed you. Travis told me yesterday I should blog something, and I was like...ok.
I have no topic in mind. School? I could talk about school. I'm my classmates' example of a Mormon. I like it, but I feel bad if any of them meet a jack Mormon. They'll be like, "Hey...you guys don't drink!, etc."
Trends. The church always says we need to be in the world not of the world. That means, we shouldn't live in a compound. I would seriously consider it though. I will be in a fashionable field of work so I'll be as trendy as I can, but I wouldn't bet on serious trendiness. Men should never wear skinny jeans. I hate that fad like I hate energy drink stickers on big trucks.
Actually, on a serious-ish note, at school we've had random conversations. We've discussed every taboo topic, I don't mind discussing religion. I really enjoy learning about how other people believe. I really don't like discussing politics though. It's really hard to articulate my beliefs on that because 1. I care only enough to make sure a devil worshiper won't take offices 2. Facts are about as useful as guns underwater. I'm not gullible enough to believe a bunch of weirdo scientists are proving certain theories. So then it really becomes a war of beliefs versus facts. Facts can be altered. It's interesting though, I doubt I've said the words "I believe" more times in my life. Typically, I know. But in public you can't say I know the church is true. You can't say I believe there is a living prophet receiving revelation from God. And you definitely can't say I know families can be together forever. I have to say believe because I get the sneaky feeling saying the word know would start a passionate conversation. And by passionate, I mean heated.
How can someone know something so simple and so controversial? Well, when is the last time you prayed for an answer with an open heart willing to hear, feel, or experience a thought you never thought of before. It's a wonderful comfort to pray for confirmation. With that being said, I love the articles of faith. If you're looking for an overall belief system of the church read the articles of faith.
Will I continue to say I believe? Yes. Why? Because it's good manners. I don't want to strike up discord, and no one wants to experience is. An article of faith that explains why- 11. We claim the privilege of worshiping Almighty God according to the dictates of our own conscience, and allow all men the same privilege, let them worship how, where, or what they may. Underlined is my favorite part.
Stay friendly my friends
-Heather out
I have no topic in mind. School? I could talk about school. I'm my classmates' example of a Mormon. I like it, but I feel bad if any of them meet a jack Mormon. They'll be like, "Hey...you guys don't drink!, etc."
Trends. The church always says we need to be in the world not of the world. That means, we shouldn't live in a compound. I would seriously consider it though. I will be in a fashionable field of work so I'll be as trendy as I can, but I wouldn't bet on serious trendiness. Men should never wear skinny jeans. I hate that fad like I hate energy drink stickers on big trucks.
Actually, on a serious-ish note, at school we've had random conversations. We've discussed every taboo topic, I don't mind discussing religion. I really enjoy learning about how other people believe. I really don't like discussing politics though. It's really hard to articulate my beliefs on that because 1. I care only enough to make sure a devil worshiper won't take offices 2. Facts are about as useful as guns underwater. I'm not gullible enough to believe a bunch of weirdo scientists are proving certain theories. So then it really becomes a war of beliefs versus facts. Facts can be altered. It's interesting though, I doubt I've said the words "I believe" more times in my life. Typically, I know. But in public you can't say I know the church is true. You can't say I believe there is a living prophet receiving revelation from God. And you definitely can't say I know families can be together forever. I have to say believe because I get the sneaky feeling saying the word know would start a passionate conversation. And by passionate, I mean heated.
How can someone know something so simple and so controversial? Well, when is the last time you prayed for an answer with an open heart willing to hear, feel, or experience a thought you never thought of before. It's a wonderful comfort to pray for confirmation. With that being said, I love the articles of faith. If you're looking for an overall belief system of the church read the articles of faith.
Will I continue to say I believe? Yes. Why? Because it's good manners. I don't want to strike up discord, and no one wants to experience is. An article of faith that explains why- 11. We claim the privilege of worshiping Almighty God according to the dictates of our own conscience, and allow all men the same privilege, let them worship how, where, or what they may. Underlined is my favorite part.
Stay friendly my friends
-Heather out
Sunday, June 3, 2012
Fast and Testimony Sunday
I didn't bear my testimony today in church, but I felt prompted to discuss the many times my Heavenly Father has blessed me more than I deserved. Don't worry, I won't get graphic.
There is nothing I remember more vividly of the day I received my endowment than the constant companionship of the spirit. I knew without any doubt in my mind that I was doing the right thing, at the right time, for ALL the right reasons. When my mom asked me what I was thinking, or how I was feeling, I simply told her I knew my Heavenly Father was proud of me. I knew I was doing the right thing. I knew that then, and I know that now. I also love that the spirit can testify truth of anything to us, so that we can say I know, instead of I believe.
There is also nothing I remember more vividly than the sorrow of sin. I was with a boyfriend, unsupervised and it was the heat of the moment. No, I did not go all the way (don't lie you were wondering). But there is little I remember more than the bitter tears I sobbed in his arms. He felt like a jerk too because he did deeply care for me. Yet, love is not enough. I have learned through Travis that true love is supported by Heavenly Father, and it feels good.
I find it hard sometimes to remember the wonderful warmth of the spirit. I find it much easier to remember my sin, than to remember my greatest joy. In saying that, I have a difficult time knowing that I should wait to try again for a child. I say this to you my friends, because there is little I want more than to be a mother. More importantly, I want to please my Heavenly Father.
Friends, I hope that you can have the strength to fall to your knees and pray to your Heavenly Father about anything you feel. And know that even when you are doing all the right things, it still hurts to see others rebelling against God. It hurts to see those that know, become one of many believers. I have no doubt that we can all appreciate the comfort of the still small voice.
I have a testimony of families, and I know I will be with mine forever. I am glad I married a man who would put God before me in his life. I'm glad that if I wasn't around Travis would still be an honorable, worthy man.
I leave these thoughts with you on this beautiful Sabbath day. I hope you can feel the spirit guide, and that you can feel our Heavenly Father's approval, love, and support.
With Love,
Heather
There is nothing I remember more vividly of the day I received my endowment than the constant companionship of the spirit. I knew without any doubt in my mind that I was doing the right thing, at the right time, for ALL the right reasons. When my mom asked me what I was thinking, or how I was feeling, I simply told her I knew my Heavenly Father was proud of me. I knew I was doing the right thing. I knew that then, and I know that now. I also love that the spirit can testify truth of anything to us, so that we can say I know, instead of I believe.
There is also nothing I remember more vividly than the sorrow of sin. I was with a boyfriend, unsupervised and it was the heat of the moment. No, I did not go all the way (don't lie you were wondering). But there is little I remember more than the bitter tears I sobbed in his arms. He felt like a jerk too because he did deeply care for me. Yet, love is not enough. I have learned through Travis that true love is supported by Heavenly Father, and it feels good.
I find it hard sometimes to remember the wonderful warmth of the spirit. I find it much easier to remember my sin, than to remember my greatest joy. In saying that, I have a difficult time knowing that I should wait to try again for a child. I say this to you my friends, because there is little I want more than to be a mother. More importantly, I want to please my Heavenly Father.
Friends, I hope that you can have the strength to fall to your knees and pray to your Heavenly Father about anything you feel. And know that even when you are doing all the right things, it still hurts to see others rebelling against God. It hurts to see those that know, become one of many believers. I have no doubt that we can all appreciate the comfort of the still small voice.
I have a testimony of families, and I know I will be with mine forever. I am glad I married a man who would put God before me in his life. I'm glad that if I wasn't around Travis would still be an honorable, worthy man.
I leave these thoughts with you on this beautiful Sabbath day. I hope you can feel the spirit guide, and that you can feel our Heavenly Father's approval, love, and support.
With Love,
Heather
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