Flashback Fridays: Daunting But Do-able

Sorry this is a late post but I have been GLUED to my computer screen watching an amazing event for the past few days. My poor hooligans, they're so neglected.

This weeks Flashback Friday is from a ways back (dahuh, why else would it be a flashback genius? I'm so dumb!) It is of a lady that I admire so much and look up to and who is such a wonderful person. She was one of my Young Women Leaders and later actually became a Visiting Teaching companion. (For those not familiar I am talking mormonese right now. A very tough language to master).

We were doing a high adventure camp for Girls Camp one year and Kristie is standing in front of the rock wall. I can just totally feel what she's thinking. Can't you just feel it?

Flashback Fridays: A Journal Entry

Wow, three Fridays in a row. I think I've got something here. Now I just need to blog the rest of the week.

Hopefully you are all enjoying a look into my past. Now we're gonna get a little more personal.

This week we've been working on cleaning out a hall closet that was bursting with STUFF. It was one of those places that when you don't have a home for something, stick it in the closet. It just so happens that I had stuffed my journals back in the far reaches of that closet. Last night I started to read through one of them. Seriously, is everybody so dumb when they are young? Because I think I was pretty silly. There's got to be a more appropriate term because silly doesn't quite do my silliness justice.

Here I stand, feet planted, waiting to be swept off them. Awe, but who is the one who will do the sweeping? If only I knew. It's such an odd feeling, the feeling that the whole of the world is turning while I stand perfectly still, not content mind you. I am anxious for something to happen in my life and I am not a patient person, so this is very hard for me to sit and wait. I pine for my soul mate, he moves too slowly for my tastes. Many times I have written this and I fear it will be written many times over. The man I love, the man I marry will love me for me, he will be able to look past my faults, many though they are. He will be in my eyes the only, my only , and my all. We will be able to laugh together and at each other.

August 22, 2003

I love. . .

I love how she mingles the small with the tall.
I love her monochromatic pallet.
I love the mix of sweet with the prickly.
I love her artistic signature.
I love that she writes it perfectly and completely backwards.
I love her "i" for text.
I just love her.

Flashback Fridays: An Unnamed Girl Edition

Well, like I said in my first installment this was going to be embarrassing, but not always for me.

This is a picture I took of an unnamed girl at Girl's Camp.
This is the only way she would allow me to display the picture.

But this is how it really looks.

Sorry unnamed girl, but you make some great faces. You know I love ya!

Flashback Fridays

In an effort to try and MAKE myself blog regularly I am starting Flashback Fridays. Now, this is going to be fun, kinda embarrassing (not always for me), and, did I already say fun?

Every Friday I will post a picture or an old journal entry or something from "way back." Maybe I'll include an explanation, maybe not.

For the first installment of Flashback Fridays I give you an uber cute . . . me.

I mean, come on. How can you not love that adorable face? And pink pants! LOOOVE IT!