oh it sounds good to me.

In the future. . when I fall in love. . . and marry a man. . . and have a baby or two or three or four and hopefully no more than four. . .  (and name one Alice). . . I want a few things. 

These pictures in a baby boy room. Come on! That is adorable. I am in love with sarahjanestudios. Anjie showed me yesterday and I seriously cannot describe my love for this stuff. It's all adorable. ALL. I hope it's around when I have kids. If not, I will hunt this Sarah Jane down. She is from Utah. It's not impossible! 

Second, in another, (or I guess the same) baby's room I want this picture. I want my house to be filled of art work of Christ and LDS things. I remember the first time I saw this picture in Sunday School. I was in awe of it. It's among my favorite LDS artwork. Ever since that first moment, I decided I wanted it in my baby's room. 

Next fantasy, I thought about sharing, but it's just such a cute idea.  I really don't want people stealing it.  I feel like for one moment I had a creative bone in my body. I think I will keep that one to myself. 

Another Sarah Jane Studios artwork. Kitchen perfect? I think so. I really can't get over how much I love this girl. 

Okay, the family tree is so freaking stinking beeping cute. If you knew how much time I have spent on this girl's stuff in the past hour. Okay, so like an hour. But still, I cannot express this. Just visit her stuff. It will be worth your time. 

Last but not least-- a kitchenaid. Ever since I was young, I dreamed of having one of these in my own kitchen. They are just so great and wonderful and cute. Who doesn't want to own this thing?

I joined Pinterest and now I am thinking of my cute house when I am big and grown up and married and stuff. That's not for a while, but this stuff is still bucketloads of fun to look at.

so this is love.

In my short life of 17 years, I have searched for what love is. Love is something that words cannot describe. It's something that I fear, it's something I don't understand. It's something that I personally believe that we will never fully comprehend on our life on earth. Everybody desires to be loved, everybody searches for it. It's one of the most basic principles to human life.

At some point in my life, I desire to be loved. The kind of love where every moment with someone is your new favorite moment. The kind of love where it's about the little things and not so much the little ones. It's the kind of love that I want to believe exists. The day I decided it was possible was when Brother Dykstra talked about his wife and kids. (You know, the day I cried in seminary? It was so tender, I shed some tears-- that's really saying something) It was that day that I decided, I am going to find that man. The man who is willing to work and to fight for me. The kind of man who strives to be the best he could be. The kind of man who will tell anyone about how much he loves me. But I realized, if I want to marry that kind of man, I need to become that kind of woman. Love is when two people always try to outdo the other person in kind acts. It's not finding someone you can live with, it's finding someone you can't live without. Love is caring more for the well being of another person, more than the well being of your own.  "Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own."

One day, I want a man to look me into the eyes and say, "Mayson, I am in love with your existence"  Then, I will simply smile, (and hopefully take it well  . . .yeah) And know that he loves me. And know that I want to spend eternity with him. Is it so much to ask to be loved? Well, I still have a while to go, but hey, a girl can dream right? I am saying eventually, I think I will actually like this kind of stuff in real life. It's all cute in theory. (Do you like my emphasizing skills?) 

But, for now, I have found my definition of love--

"To love another person is to see the face of God" 

Thank you Les Miserables.

i don't care what people say.

This is when you know that you have no friends. hahaha, I just danced around my room, took pictures on photo booth, again and then just put in on the internet for you all to see. Obviously I don't seem to care what you have to think any more. Boredom and lack of friends leaves me this way. What do you do when you are bored? I need tips. And preferably not educational valuable things. I know I should do EHS, or work on Yearbook stuff or read a book, if I wanted to do those things, I would have. So now I lay on a bed, thinking about how I just want to do something, like go get frozen yogurt at Yogi Castle. That sounds delicious. I wish that idea would have come up at dinner today. I am tempted to ask if I could go, but I have no idea how to get there, and we went there just the other day, but can one have too much frozen yogurt goodness? If I knew anyone around, I would go with them and it wouldn't be as weird. But I don't.  So I am stuck here at the home, like always. Do I dare watch another movie? No. Not today. Bursting out, well actually more like blasting, and mouthing "Empire State of Mind" will be fine for now. August will not come soon enough Lars Bars. On a side note, my mom is here in Maryland. Weird huh? I will probably going to Travis Pastrana's house this Saturday. It's the perfect excuse to NOT go to work and to RUB it in SARAH'S FACE. (Just kidding girl, I love you) I like my mom, she is cool. So yeah, I might be seeing her. Hopefully. I really don't want to go to work and I really want to see her. Double goodness. The thought of spending 6 days at Calleva this week is awful, and technically I am supposed to go on Sunday. Beep no. I am going to church and having a day of rest. That's it. The end. See you all later. Well, not really. Well, I guess later.

there's something 'bout love

Love.  

My favorite word so far on the 50 week challenge. I have started and restarted trying to express my thoughts on love. I can't put it into words. Partly because I have no idea what it really is. Partly because I am more afraid of love than heights. It confuses me. So for today, my thinking will be done in pictures.

Simply said, I love my family. We are a crazy clan. But we stick together. That's saying something. Each person in my family means a lot to me. Can't live with them, can't live without them. Time and all eternity. That's how long we are stuck with each other. I think it will be an entertaining one :)

 

Simply said, I love my friends. (Dania there was a pic of you but it just wouldn't work) I have other friends I love dearly that aren't in the pics. I just love that my friends are so caring and dear to me. They treat me so great. I have been blessed in my life to grow up with some of the best people ever. Because of my friends, I am the person I am today. They say, " A good friend will bail you out of jail, but a true friend will be sitting next to you laughing at what you did" I would say, each of these people are true friends.

Simply said, I love going to dances.  These are a few pictures from the dances I have been to. I love dancing, I love boys, I don't really love dancing with boys. (Who does? No matter who you are with slow songs are awkward, unless they purposely make it awkward then it's just fun) Dates are so fun. I just feel so good when I am on a date. (I also am craving a date, it's been awhile)

Simply said, I love running. It's good for my soul, and my body. It has taught me a lot and it has changed my life. 2 half marathons down, many more to go. Maybe someday I will even conquer a marathon. But for now, I will stick to another season of XC. 

Simply said, I love high school. Whaaat? Gasp?! I love high school?! Yep. You got that. I love high school, especially Timpview. I am not the type to countdown to graduation or think I am too cool for it. In reality, I love it. There is so much to be involved in. Bring in on 2012. We got this. 

Simply said, and not all so simply pictured, I love food. I love babies. I love history. I love music. I love talking. I love being around the people I love. I love naps. I love quotes. I love movies. I love my computer. I love sandwiches. I love blue powerade (especially from the fountain!) I love crazy cores. I really love candy. I love home. I love Utah. Oh and I love Oz.

But mostly, in the simplest way I know, I love the Gospel of Jesus Christ. I love everything about it. I love our Prophet, as I do previous latter prophets and the prophets of old. I love the way the gospel has changed my life. The gospel is my anchor. It is my happiness. It is my purpose in life. It is my life. I love our Savior, Jesus Christ. We cannot even begin to comprehend the love he has for us. My seminary teacher once said "No one in the world will be able to love you the way The Lord loves you, so why put anybody else first?" That changed me. I love that the gospel is in my life today. I love that it changes me daily for the better. I love that no matter who you are-- black, white, asian, male, female, skinny as a twig, fat as a horse, talented, coordinated, or not so much, 4.5 or 99-- we can turn to the gospel.  I am eternally grateful that I was raised in a Latter Day Saint home. I love the temple and the feeling it gives me.  I love the gospel. I really do. 

PS. Expect lots of thoughts on love this week, I have a lot to say and think about. :)

i can't help but wondering

12:30 Maryland time and wide awake-- perfect. 

The fish was caught. Since we were fishing with 8 year old kids, we were putting the fish back into the water. The fish swallowed the hook. But the fisherman couldn't get the hook out, we cut the string and let the fish go, hook and all. I keep thinking about the fish, swimming in the C&O Canal, it's home, with a hook jabbed into it's throat. The fish was free. It was better than when it was connected to the line when it couldn't swim away. But what happened after it's new freedom? No matter if it decided to stay in the canal or venture out into the Potomac River, it would have the hook in it. Everywhere the fish goes from now on, the hook will remain.  The fisherman goes about life, putting on new hooks trying to catch other fish. I wonder if the fish just wishes the fisherman caught it forever. It now has to swim around forever with the scar reminding it of the interaction with the fisherman, it would have been better to just be caught. Right?

maybe. in. the. future.

I guess being away from home and watching too many hours of TV makes me think. People. Why are they in our lives? Why were they? How long will they be there? Who will stay, and who will go?

They say life is just a short period of time, but then why do so many people have to come and go? Change is a hard thing. After being away from my home in Provo, I guess I have really thought abut who I truly care about and who I like but that I don't think will be around forever. It's hard to think that there are more people out there that will probably be my new best friends. The people in my future ward, possible college roommates, even my husband. Sure it's possible that I know these people now,
 but it's not likely.

Which scares me. Lately I have been thinking about him. Him as in whoever the heck my husband is. I have these expectations. Expectations isn't the word, it's more like fantasies. And it sucks because I am only 17. But I don't want to marry anyone anytime soon. I just want to know who he is, and what he is like and what his personality is like. I just want to know him. For one minute, I want to be That's So Raven, I want to see the future. But then I want to go back to the present, and forget what I saw. Is there a Harry Potter spell for that?

Oh man, am I the only one who thinks this way?

hung upon your wall for the world to see.

Sometimes I feel like crap after 99 degree, 80% humidity and a day at the farm with 6 kids for 7 hours. So after eating dinner, I thought I would go lay in my room and just relax. Finn and Gabe had different plans. . .

So we played. Gabe (the older one) was the monster while Finn and I tried to escape from him. 

 

And we took lots of pictures. :) 

I have camp songs stuck in my head. To the max. It's quite great. (But not really!) Tomorrow is my last day of work until Monday. I worked every day this whole week. (Including Saturday and Sunday, I need a break for a couple of days) Calleva, you are taking over my life!!  

Ahh man, I love little kids. They say the funniest things, like seriously. Gabe and I were looking at some pictures on my computer and I said "That boy is really cute" His response? "I can tell" Hahaha. Oh boy. How hilarious? I loved it. 

You met a few of my new friends now. Little Finn is super cute, and I love Gabe. Isn't it nice to know that I have friends? And I LIVE with them! Maybe I will find me a 17 year old friend. Just maybe.