Logan Adventures: Here We Come!

Picture Disclaimer: Thank you, Google and Disney for this picture. I'm simply borrowing this. It's not mine. Thanks. :)

Picture Disclaimer: Thank you, Google and Disney for this picture. I’m simply borrowing this. It’s not mine. Thanks. :)

I really ought to be packing for tomorrow or even doing homework but I’m just too dang excited for tomorrow to buck up and get all that done. Seriously, guys, I’m so excited for tomorrow! I move up to USU and officially start a new chapter of life. I’m so excited to finish school and to explore cute Cache Valley!  USU has always been the college that I’ve wanted to go to and now it’s finally happening. I’m excited to meet new people and make new memories. It’s going to be a blast! And the best part is my best friend, Sarah, is going to be up there so it’ll be so fun adventuring with her.

I’m going to start a another segment on my blog called “Logan Adventures” to either review, share, or recommend places that I discover or things I end up doing while I’m in Logan. It’s going to be great. Speaking of segments on my blog . . . I need to get going on finishing up my mission stories and lessons from Shurleah. Sheesh. I’m a slacker. I’ll get those finished so I can post them soon. Anyhow, Logan is going to be a grand adventure.  Here’s my list of things that I want to do while I’m in Logan

  • Something crazy on campus (climb on a roof, water tower, tunnels, sleep in a classroom for a night, ect)
  • Go to Logan Temple
  • Go to Fizz N Fry and enjoy the food [My friend Megan and her husband own this place and I've been dying to go there!]
  • Hike all of the trails
  • Rock climb
  • Go camping for a weekend
  • Bike up the canyon
  • Ice block down Old Main
  • Visit all of the museums
  • Star gaze
  • Drive-in Movie
  • Flash mob

That’s what I’ve come up with so far. When I think of more things or do other things that aren’t on that list, I’ll add them. So, here’s to the Logan adventures! It’s gonna be A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!





Plan B: Home Sweet Home


We’re alive! We made it through the move and I can honestly say that there is no place like home. I love this new house. It’s beautiful. It’s happy. And most of all, it’s a beautiful “Plan B.” While I was a missionary, my mission president always said, “Most of life is ‘Plan B.’” I don’t know if there is a statement that is truer than that (besides the scriptures…duh). Life the past couple of years has been quite the roller coaster but I am finally happy to say that I’m so grateful and happy for the experiences that I’ve had. The growth and perspective that I’ve experienced has been a tremendous blessing despite how hard it’s been.


So, let’s go back a couple of days because I haven’t updated anything about the move with the exception of the pain the in the butt of putting together the computer and internet. This picture was taken a few days before we moved. As you can see, we’re exhausted but happy. We were finishing all of the packing that day (and there was so much to do) so we decided to make a Starbucks run before we hit it hard with the tape, boxes, and last-minute stuff that had to be packed.

The next day (or something like that…I can’t remember–it’s been all one big blur), we had taken three car loads of stuff to the new house, unloaded, and then tried to put some stuff away. We were all dead by the time we finished. Joe and Mom treated us to Costa Vida so we could take a break from all of the moving. It was super yummy. I ordered a small sweet pork salad and we all enjoyed Horchata (a rice cinnamon sugar drink that is divine!). It was a great day despite being all tuckered out.


Meg and I took this the day after we moved in. We were dead tired. We still have some unpacking to do but it is starting to look like home sweet home. I can’t express how grateful I am for all of the help that we had. The neighbors, friends, a family that came to the rescue seriously were the best SOS response team that we could’ve asked for.

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And then here we are TODAY! Slurpee run with the one and only T-Lee and Kara. These two have been amazing with helping us unpack, doing hair, and just having a grand old time. I seriously love these two and I’m so grateful that they are in my life.


I also had my best friend, KT, that I’ve known since I was eight stop by today to see the new house and to say hi before I head up to USU on THURSDAY (TWO DAYS!! WAHOOHOO!!!). I love this girl to pieces. She’s amazing. And can I just say that her hair is S-T-U-N-N-I-N-G. It always has been. And I’m pretty sure that when we’re 90 that it will still be that red. We stopped at a Frozen Yogurt place and Wendy’s for dinner tonight (P.S. The whole “eat clean” thing has gone out the window the past week…Starting Thursday, I’ll be back on track. Good grief.). It was so good. And the best part was just catching up and laughing our heads off. I haven’t seen KT since she graduated from college. So it was super great seeing her. [P.S. KT: This is your reminder to start your blog up!]


All in all, it’s been a crazy week but a very good one (and that’s even throwing a math test into the mix! I’m pretty sure I aced that but we’ll see…). This new home is beautiful (so is the view!) and I am in love with it. Plus the cats love this house too. They have been hilarious to watch while they’ve warmed up to the new place. This ‘Plan B’ has been such a better package deal than what I was expecting it to be. I’m so grateful that Heavenly Father sees the bigger picture and knows what’s best for each of us. Thank goodness for His ‘Plan A.’

The Predicament

The unusual predicaments
That cause the human mind
To reconsider why one does
Useless and wasteful things
May be an indication that
Something is should change

For in the summer days
Of boating trips, camping, and star gazing
There remains a silence
Which screams so loud,
Demanding to be heard,
Among the days of fish and blue skies.

But, alas, all good trips end
And bring us back to the reality
That whispers of the internet
And self-gratification that comes
When a post is “Liked”

Ah, there’s the predicament:
For when your family returns
From those lazy summer days
Of fishing and ice cream savoring
You find yourself yearning to be
Reconnected to the world

The internet chooses to stop working
And you waste two hours
On the phone with the IT guy
To fix your self-gratification
And then you find yourself
Moving cords, screens, and towers
Then suddenly
I win, you blasted computer.

This poem was so kindly inspired by my nightmare of hooking up our internet after moving. Oh, the irony.

Copyrighted by SKB 2014.

Favors From Her

You did me a favor by smiling today
I learned how to smile
You did me a favor by forgiving me today
I learned how to forgive
You did me a favor by doing my laundry
I learned how to do laundry
You did me a favor by making me laugh
I learned how to laugh
You did me a favor by listening to me
I learned how to confinde
You did me a favor by trusting me
With your most precious words
Of wisdom to remind me
How much you love me.

Copyrighted by SKB 2014.

The Cold Within

20140718-154935-56975304.jpgToday I ran into two of my teachers from junior high and high school and was reminded of why I want to be an English teacher. As I was chatting with one of them, she mentioned my favorite junior high English teacher, Mrs. M. I had Mrs. M in the eighth grade and haven’t kept in touch with her (though, I might just try finding her in the phone book to send her a thank you card). She was by far my favorite teacher that I had in junior high. And now that I’m thinking about it, she’s probably the reason why I fell in love with reading, writing, and why I want to be a teacher.

We studied so many topics in her class but the only thing I remember was reading “The Diary of Anne Frank.” As some of you may know, I LOVE Anne Frank. Her diary changed my life and the way that I look at the world. If you haven’t read it, please go read it. It’s far more interesting than my blog. Anyhow, while we were studying the Holocaust, Mrs. M shared the poem “The Cold Within” by James Patrick Kinney. He wrote it in the eight grade and since then it’s become a very famous poem (you can read it here).  After we read it as a class, she asked us in her sweet old lady voice, “What does it mean to die from the cold within?”

As an eighth-grader, I think I would’ve said something like, “To not let go of being prejudice against others” or “To not give someone your “stick of birch.” Or something along those lines. But now, as a twenty-two year-old, I would change that answer to a rather lengthy one:

It’s letting the darkness or hate or grudges or whatever take over. It’s letting prejudices stop you from doing something kind. It means living in misery and spite. It kills you spiritually, mentally, emotionally, and physically–and if you ask me, that doesn’t sound like a very pleasant way to die. Looking back at my eighth grade self, I didn’t think that dying from the cold within meant so much and more than what I’ve touched on.

Granted, we all have our grudges and are imperfect people. We all make mistakes. We all have to make our own choices. For me, I’ve always believed that everyone has genuine good in them. But that causes me to pause and think about why we all hold onto the cold at times. How come we can’t let it go? . . . [Please don't start singing "Let It Go" from Frozen] . . .  What does it mean to die from the cold within? So tell me, dear readers, what are your thoughts on the cold within?



We’ll cover the “Why I Want To Be A Teacher” part soon…but I’ll give you a hint: It has something to do with wanting to help them grow, learn, and how their “stick of birch” matters in the world.

3 days…72 hours…4,320 minutes…259,200 seconds

I move in three days. Three whole days. I’m dying. I’m so excited. I’m completely terrified. . . . I’m on a roller coaster that can only keep going up from here on out. If you’ve been following my blog for a while, you’ll know that the past couple of years have been a little rough. But starting Saturday, the rough patch officially is OVER. All ties are finally being cut (well, at least for me) and tied. A new adventure is about to start.

I am so excited to see where life is about to take me and what will happen. But most of all, I think I’m just excited to live on my own again. Don’t get me wrong, I love my family. But I sure love having my own place with those crazy roommates that I’ll probably get. I’m excited for school to really start. I’m so excited to go on Logan adventures with Sarah. I’m excited to go to the library and do homework. I’m excited to meet new people and to date (Yeah, I’m getting excited for that. Shocker, right?!) lots of guys. I’m just excited.

On the flip side, I’m nervous about what could happen or what won’t happen. I’m nervous about starting a new school, meeting new people, starting the English Education program. However, those nerves are just a reminder that I’m doing the right thing. I’ve been pleasantly surprised at how excited I’ve been the past week about this new chapter of life. No,  I’m not happy with the reasons why we have to move but I am happy that our “Plan B” is a freaking dang great one. It has been much more of a blessing than I thought it would be. So, here’s to the future!



In the next five years, I will have…

[Just a small selection of the huge list I have]

A bachelor degree in English Education

A job as a teacher

Prepared to apply to (hopefully) Vanderbilt for my master’s degree

Married to my best friend

A couple of kids

Traveled to Italy, France, Africa, and England

Ran a marathon

Impacted the world

Published a poetry anthology

Learned how to ski on snow and water

Learned how to play the guitar

Taught English in Africa

Save all the children from hunger

Paid off student loans

Done something insanely crazy

Go back to my mission in Baltimore, MD

Eaten octopus

. . . And most of all:

Become the person that I want to be and more!

And here’s a selfie because every blog post should have a picture! :)