This weekend some friends and I went to the festival of colors on Saturday. It is at the Hindu temple in Spanish Fork. I think the purpose is to celebrate the beginning of spring... good thing it snowed a ton the day before :) Everyone has colored power and you through it at one another. The color throwing happens at the same time with hundreds of kids. There is a real big cloud of colors and you cannot see a thing or breath. Pretty crazy, but fun!!!
I am so freaking excited to be graduating in April. My cap and gown have been ordered and the reality is hitting me. I honestly am very blessed to attend BYU and I will be so proud when I earn my diploma from BYU. I am having really bad "senioritis" and I fight it every day. I had two midterms scheduled for next week. Today I received an email saying that my one midterm was cancelled. I was ecstatic because I was really stressed with all of my studying and assignments. I am going home this weekend for my brother's mission farewell so... I knew that my studying would be very limited. Now I only have one midterm to worry about and I am very grateful. Prayers are answered! My undergraduate program is coming to an end... but it is still very much alive because I have plenty of assignments to worry about.
Side note: My brother is leaving to the Idaho Boise mission. He reports to the MTC on March 30th! I am going to miss him VERY much! Love you Solly Boy xoxoxo
Last night I was at a friend's house hanging out. I got home at around midnight and the lights outside of our apartments and in the hallways of our apartments were not working. So... of course I started thinking about how some creepy guy is probably sitting under the stairwell just waiting to attack me. I unlocked my door and ran into my apartment as quick as I could. No worries, I got in safe and sound. I got ready for bed and went to sleep and here is my dream...
I was running into my apartment and all of a sudden this guy grabbed me. I started fighting him and kicking him. He let go of me but then the guy and his friend stood back and started laughing at me. I was crying and scared. They were threatening me then they shot me in the leg and told me not to call the police. They left me. I then got into my apartment and decided not to call the police. Then my leg magically healed, but you could still see the bullet in my leg. All of my family and friends were asking me how I got a bullet in my leg and I told them it wasn't a bullet just a bruise. Nobody believed me and the rest of my dream people were trying to convince me to get the bullet removed. The end.
SO crazy how dreams reflect things that happen in your life... Right?
2010 was full of learning. Last year was definitely the most difficult year in my almost 23 years but... it was also a year filled with blessings. With hard times come blessings. Trials are blessings because in an odd way trials remind us of all the wonderful things Heavenly Father has blessed us with. I have learned that if you do not look for the good then you will literally drive yourself crazy. When times are hard we have to try and find the good in the situation. Of course this is definitely easier said than done. I have been able to reflect on some of these hard times and recognize when my Savior's arms were wrapped around me and holding me up. I am grateful for the tender mercies of the Lord in my life. My goal for 2011 is to be better about recognizing the hand of the Lord in my every day life. Yes, life is not always sunshine and roses but we can try to focus on the sunshine and roses.
The rain has not stopped since my last post. Streets are flooded here in southern California. We were saved from Christmas caroling because of the treacherous rain. Mom at Thanksgiving time that we would be caroling Monday AND Tuesday before Christmas. Today, my brothers refused to go out singing in the rain. I told them that we wouldn't have to really be out in the rain. We were gonna drive from house to house. duh. Still there was no getting these bums off of their bums. My mom and I said that we would carol in the rain. No problem! I guess we all know who the real girls in the family are... my three brothers. (Dad kinda has a real excuse... he is a little bit of a cold. oh... and he is old. love you dad)
P.S. - We had to sign another box of Christmas cards because mom decided we didn't have enough. There were a few too many groans for two more dozen cards. Merry Christmas!