Father Time

I finally finished the Father Time piece. Now all I have to do is link it together. Wish me luck because the links aren’t budging so far.


Of missions, first dates, and undiscovered countries

Oh, good golly gosh. I have failed at updating my blog! I’m so sorry! Please don’t hate me. And if you do, well, I deserve it. So much has happened within the past couple of weeks (and last month) and I’m at a lost of where to even begin! The last little while has been kind of hard. As in I-can’t-do-this type of hard. Coming back to reality after my mission has been pretty rough but according to my family I’m officially not awkward anymore. Thanks, guys.

But let’s be real here. I have really missed my mission [which is the biggest understatement of the year]. I have missed my mission so desperately much. I would give almost anything to go back. But the facts are facts. I have bad lungs and an immune system that can’t quite pay the bill all of the time. So, here I am. I miss getting up at 6:30, exercising, getting ready, and then studying the scriptures and Preach My Gospel for two and a half hours every day. I miss finding members that haven’t come to church in a while. I miss meeting with the bishop and seeing what we can do to help. I just miss the work so much. I miss the zone conferences, training meetings, interviews, crazy companions, ward members, teaching the lessons, and everything in between. Call me sappy, but serving a mission was the best thing that I have done with my life so far. I’m so grateful that I was able to serve for the 11 1/2 months that I was out. It was the best time of my life. The people there are so incredible and I am so grateful that I was able to learn and grow with them. <3

Now, before I get all sappy and ramble on about my mission, let's talk about this whole first date thing. First of all, first dates are probably on my "favorite things" list. I have some pretty awkward and hilarious stories (oh, the memories). But more than the good stories that come from first dates, the very first date can be a big deal. Well, at least it is to me. Let's face it: First dates are supposed to be classy, y'know? Just like the ones in the movies. They're supposed to set the stage for your relationship with that person and possibly even for time and all eternity [No pressure, guys. No pressure.]. They are supposed to be light and fun–not the classic awkward conversation that goes: “Hey, let’s go to a movie and not talk for an hour and a half. Then I’ll awkwardly try to hold your hand and when you freak out, I’ll still try to hold it again.”

First of all, NO THANK YOU! For any guy who wants to ask me out on a first date please pay close attention and take a good note when I say: I do not like movie dates. Don’t get me wrong, I love movies. But I also like to talk and get to know you. Movie dates are fine if it’s date three or more but come on people. Let’s get to know each other and enjoy the night. So, Mr. I’m-Gonna-Ask-Sam-Out please let’s just fly a kite or something or go to a theme park. Heck, let’s just go to a park and eat lunch. I’m pretty easy going…most of the time. :)

Now, you may wonder why I’m even talking about first dates…well, that’s because I got asked out for the first time since I’ve been home from my mission. Holy cow, I am freaking out!? He’s super nice and cute and funny and…we’ll just stop there before I spill my guts on my blog. But seriously, guys, I’m a little nervous because I haven’t dated for a year and three months! Hopefully, this first date won’t be one of those awkward ones. I don’t think it will because we’re going to a theme park. I’ll keep you posted about that first date.

Last but not least, the undiscovered countries. I finally got my acceptance letter to the new university that I’m going to be transferring to. I’m so excited! It’s going to be such a grand experience! I’m excited to only have three roommates, new classes, new campus, new this and that. It’s going to be great. And the best part is: I’m going on a study abroad!!! Oh! I cannot tell you how excited I am. I’m going to sign up for the Italy program to study the Greek mythology and art. I am so in love with Greek mythology. It’s always fascinated me and I am so glad that I can actually go there to see where all of the stories came from. I’m going spring semester and I’m pretty sure that time could not go by any slower. But that’s okay because life is good and living in the moment is the thing to do. So, to paraphrase (and slightly alter) the famous words of William Shakespeare, “To the undiscovered country where this traveler shall return and report on her study abroad.”

Welp, that’s all for today. Till next time!
Sam xo



Right after my dad left, I gave up doing a lot of things I loved. Art was one of them. But the past two weeks I’ve finally have picked it back up again. Here is what I have done so far… P.S. The last one is a bit of a joke.







Just Give Me A Reason

The past two weeks have I seriously thought about just deleting this blog. It’s not because I’ve gotten a bad response or anything because I’ve had a wonderful feedback on my blog. My issues with updating aren’t necessarily because I don’t have ideas or writer’s block or anything of that sort. My issues is one particular reader that I haven’t been on the greatest terms with for quite some time. I’ve know this person my entire life and thought that I could trust him. But with somewhat recent events all of that has been flushed down the toilet faster than you can blink. So much was taken away from me when he made his choices (for example: I stopped cold in the writing and art department and have just picked both of them back up) and I’m afraid that allowing him to be a reader is going to give him more leverage to wreck something else. …I’ve had to come to two conclusions:

1. Delete this blog so he can’t read what I write.

2. Just change the title, URL, and delete the LinkedIn account so he won’t have access to my blog anymore.

3. Grow up and deal with it.

So, dear readers, here we are. I’m not dead. I’m not at a writer’s block or whatever. I’m just in need of a reason of why I should switch this blog to another one to get away from him. I’m not always this bitter of what he’s done to my family but today I am. So please excuse this post and I’ll keep my end of the bargain when I say that next post will be better. xo Sam

P.S. What should I do?




Does the wind ever whisper
The secrets of life?
Doughnuts whisper my name
When I walk into a bakery store.
Children whisper on the playground
Of their deepest secrets.
Humming birds whisper to the flowers
As they collect pollen.
Grandma whispers her childhood story
In the old Bountiful town.
I once watched the wind whisper
To the leaves about a storm coming .
And everyone knows that Apple pie
Whispers their name on Christmas day.

Copyrighted 2014 by SKB.

Lesson #1: Always Be Grateful


Before I dive into this post, I need to reiterate two things: [ONE] West Virginia is my favorite place in the entire world. If I could, I would go back there in a heart beat. The ward, Mill Creek, changed my life. Looking back at the two transfers and a week that I was there, my life was altered extensively for the better. I don’t know if I can even give that time any justice for what it was really like. But I will try. [TWO] I hated sea food by this point on my mission. By the end of my mission, I loved it. Anyway, here we go: Lesson #1: Always Be Grateful

I’m going to be completely honest here: I had a really bad attitude with coming to West Virginia. I wasn’t excited for it at all. It was West Virginia and I wasn’t sure what I was going to run into when I got there. My first week in West Virginia is something that I will never forget. I arrived April 24 and the first week was such a blur. I met so many incredible people my first week. Brother T, Shurleah, C-Clan, and more (but for the sake of time, I won’t list them but every single person). Anyway, the first 48 hours in Mill Creek were rough. I mean, really rough. This is what I wrote in my journal for my first two days in Mill Creek:

April 25, 2013 Today I met Shurleah! She’s super great. She has a really bad case of MS and is wheel-chair bound. It just breaks my heart because she is the sweetest lady and LOVES Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ so much. She told us how she loves picking flowers and how she can’t wait to run through the fields of flowers in Heaven to pick a bunch for Heavenly Father. She also has nine cats and my nose was super stuffy by the time we left. I’ve never been allergic to cats before but I guess I am. I’m going to have to figure something out because we’re going to be going back soon. …[Later in entry] I really miss Eldersburg and all of my investigators. But I know that this is where I’m supposed to be and that there are people that I’m here for. I’m excited to see what this transfer will bring!

April 26, 2013 After we finished the map, area book, and weekly planning we went to dinner and had sea food. It was gross and I’m pretty sure that I’m NEVER, ever going to eat sea food again. Can you say “Ironic” because I’m serving in the east coast? …[Later in the entry] After dinner, we went to an investigator’s house to teach the restoration again to the kids. As we were leaving, the member who was holding her three year old (he was coughing) said, “Don’t worry. He’s not sick; it’s just allergies.” Then BLAAH!!! He threw up and it got all over my legs. …[Later in the enter] I hope that this transfer will be good because I want to fall in love with this place but so far I’m not liking it at all.

The first 48 hours were really hard and I was super ungrateful to be in West Virginia when I wanted to be back in Eldersburg. But as the days turned into weeks, (and with the Lord’s help and with Sister M by my side) I did fall in love with Mill Creek. Looking back, I truly cherish the times of the vomit, cats, fish, and all of the new things that transfer brought. It was a huge reminder to me to always be grateful.  There were so many times when I saw Shurleah not being able to physically do a simple task. But even though she was physically unable to do so many things, she never lashed out or complained or was unkind because of it. She always said “please” and “thank you” and made you feel like a million bucks when she told stories or her testimony of Jesus Christ. She was grateful for what she had and never asked for more.

Compared to many, I have so much. Sometimes when I’m mad or frustrated it’s so hard to be grateful and I have to think hard of what Shurleah said to Sister M and I one day, “I love my life. I love my cats, my aids, the missionaries, my sisters. I have so much to be grateful for. And I love Jesus and I am so grateful for Him.” I am grateful for so much: family, friends, my home, job, college, my cats Scooter and Luna, and more. I’m so grateful for everything I have. I am grateful for the hard times. I am grateful for the unexpected. I am so grateful I served in West Virginia.

“Lesson #2: Always Be Yourself” will be posted shortly!

Why I Reblog

Originally posted on Murf Versus:


Bloggers write. Some bloggers write well. Many of those bloggers write better than I do or about topics I may never cover. The best bloggers (and this is where my bias kicks in) are readers as well. People capable of creating their own work, yet also appreciating the work of others.

The funny thing about blogging is that we aren’t all read by the same people (though we should be, start clicking my Blogroll people). We each have our own fans and followers. In those regulars, we find our identity, and in that identity, we find the motivation to create more content to serve those who frequently revisit our sites for similar topics.

In doing so, we often paint ourselves into corners. Thankfully, I read more broadly than I write. I love blogging and the community I have been a part of for the variety of topics. I have the…

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