Blandito?

So I was on pinterest today and saw this....






This has got to be one of the weirdest things I've ever seen. I really don't understand what's going on here. And the taco looking formation with the couple spooning? So awkward. I especially like the second to last photo...the girl looks extremely happy to be in her mother's arms. The little white ball things that are used to tie this thing up reminds me of one of those old school ponytail holder things with the big balls on the end of them. I thought those were so cool and I always wore them. How tacky. The best part about this whole thing is it's name...blandito? What does that even mean? I can just imagine someone trying to come up with the name:
"so what should we call this thing? Well.... ito means small and it looks a little bland so blandito it is!"

Let me direct your attention to the picture towards the top with the three loops and the ponytail ball holder thing in the middle. I showed Jared and he said in a very serious tone "oh well yah...the bottom too loops are where you put your legs through and the top is where your body comes out. It's supposed to help you sit up I'm sure." hahhaha I can't get the mental image out of my head. That could not be comfortable.

Somebody please buy this for me just so that I can say I have a blandito. The name in itself is worth the purchase. 

Fat Girl Syndrome

I just went to the grocery store to buy a bag of tortilla chips to go with my quesadilla (or however you spell it) and I walked out with a box of milk duds, two boxes of popsicles, and a gallon of ice cream. I seriously didn't even realize what I had done until I got to the car. I just kept grabbing, swiped my card and then thought to myself "what in the world did I just do." Talk about a sweet tooth that I didn't even know I had. And when i texted Jared to tell him the damage I had done, all he responded was "I am so in love with you." #fatgirlsyndrome right here...

19 year old women missionaries

I cannot believe how much controversy is going around ever since President Monson announced the new age for girls to serve a mission. I figured since everyone else is talking about it, what the heck, why don't I add my two cents. And I realize that I may receive some rebuttal for talking about this issue but I don't care. I was reading an article earlier and a woman responded saying how she wished that this would have been announced a few years ago. This woman had always wanted to go on a mission but then got married at the age of 21. She said,

"I got married at 21. I was a year away from graduating college so I was going to wait for that before I went on a mission, and instead I got married right before my senior year. Now I am one of those women who look to her husband for answers to things I could have learned for myself. I ask him about the miracles he witnessed. I rely on him in most everything. I would be a much stronger woman today if I had served a mission for myself."

I highly disagree with this woman. First, you chose to get married instead of going on a mission. If you wanted to go on a mission that bad, then you shouldn't have gotten married. Simple as that.

Second, just because your husband served a mission does not mean that you have to go to your husband for answers to everything. A mission doesn't change you. God changes you. Sure, I agree that there are opportunities you will have on a mission that you can't gain anywhere else. However, I do believe that for women, the things you can learn from a mission, you can learn them elsewhere. Quit wallowing away saying that you always have to go to your husband for things you could have learned for yourself. Go learn them then. If you really want to learn something for yourself: study, fast, pray. Stop feeling like you're not entitled to a testimony of your own. I rely on my husband for most everything as well but it's not because he served a mission. It's because we are a team and I like to hear his thoughts and opinions.

Third,  miracles happen every day. You don't have to go on a mission to witness miracles. Faith precedes the miracle, not a mission precedes the miracle.

Lastly, I don't feel that I am any less of a woman or that I don't have as strong of a testimony just because I didn't serve a mission. I have found my testimony and have been converted through other life experiences.

My goodness, I'm passionate about this. I understand that that's the way this woman feels and maybe she regrets that she didn't go on a mission. But stop feeling sorry for yourself. Move on. Ask questions. Be smart. Our prophet is a pretty inspired man and I think if God wanted this announcement to be made a few years ago, He probably would've. Maybe you weren't meant to go on a mission since you got married. So how about you focus on the life you have now and what you can learn from it and stop thinking about what could have been.

9 for 9

I'm 9 for 9 everybody! I have worked out every single day for the past 9 days minus Sunday but that doesn't count. And 7 out of those 9 days have been at 5:30 in the morning. I feel super good minus the fact that I have had a splitting head ache every single day for the past week. Not normal. Anyway, my work out consists of:

Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday are my cardio days. Some days I run around and around and around the track. It gets boring but I like it for some reason. Some days I ride the bike and then go run around and around afterwards. Most of the time it feels like I can run faster after I've just beaten the crap out of my legs from being on the bike...go figure.

Tuesday/Thursday are my weight days. I'm not super good with weights but I do it because I like to justify by saying that I need to tone my body. But really it's because I just don't want to run around and around anymore. Most of the time I do my upper half of my body with free weights but now I've started to do my lower half because I really need to strengthen my legs so I can run farther.

I've decided that I need to get real running shoes. Right now I just wear my cross trainers and they are terrible. I can't run with them because they are too heavy so I end up just running bare foot because I run faster. And because of that my calves are so. stinking. sore.

All I'm trying to say is I'm proud of myself. I've never been able to consistently keep a good work out but I've done pretty darn good the last couple months. I get out of shape so fast so I hope I can keep it up.

Oh and PS...

2 and a half months till we go here:




and here
SOOO excited!