Don't You Dare Say It

Ok, I stole this video clip from Sav because it hit a soft spot in my heart.

If I have one enormous pet-peeve in this world, it's when people sit there and say "I'm fat" or "I've put on a lot of weight" etc, but do nothing about it. I don't say this to be rude, I'm just being slightly realistic, that it is within your control, so do something about it.

As I stated in my previous post, I am considering grad school. Not for the sake of having a master's degree, but because I love women's health and I am a lot more passionate about it than people might realize at first. I love health in general but as women we tend to batter ourselves so much more than what is necessary. Women compare themselves to one another left and right, and it is very damaging. The way I try to see it is that we are all individuals made to be different by our Creator. Every woman is beautiful in her own way. I don't mean the "sweet spirit" way, but really, every woman has something beautiful about her.

The important thing to remember is to not compare yourself to the girl standing next to you, or the one on the commercial you just watched, or the models in the magazine you just read. Because their healthy, is different than what your healthy will be. Take time to learn about your body specifically and what it needs, and then take care of it. And if you don't know how to take care of it, PLEASE come see me, that is kind of what I do.

Gettin' Old

So I recently turned 22. I am still slightly uneasy about this being old business, but I have started accepting it and I have actually started to embrace it. I applied for graduation, I'm working on my internship details, starting plans for once I graduate and weighing my options in life. It is weird getting old, but kind of exciting.

The reason why I feel particularly old and grown up today is because it is my nephew Davy's birthday today. He is the oldest out of my nieces and nephews and he turned 11 years old today. As I thought about this, I realized that I had just barely turned 11 years old when he was born making me an aunt for the first time. As I thought about him it amazed me to think that I was that little! I remember thinking that in 5th grade I was so grown up. I rocked in school, had great friends, liked learning, and I was about to be in young womens and in the 6th grade, so cool. Well, now I feel really grown up looking for jobs in my chosen (and perfect) career that I love. Graduating college and moving on.

I think that in another 11 years, I might reflect back and think, "psh...22...I was not grown up then."

Davy and Me at the 4th of July parade this year

Happy birthday bud!!

Glorious

Glo-ri-ous: adj. My day today.

Allow me to explain. Today I only had one class from 9-10, and it's a class that I love. It also happened to be my day off from work for the week. Fantastic? I think so. Yesterday was absolute madness in my world, so here is what I did today to reward myself.

• Went to class - aced my quiz
• Went with Andrea to finalize her wedding dress
• Got hit on by a crazy construction worker at Subway (not so much a reward, but a funny story).
  
• Went for a run/worked out for nearly two hours
• "Fixed" Brandon's ankle
• Chilled with Ali and made cookies
• Went to go have a meeting with Bishop - but it was cancelled (which was a bummer)
• Made dinner for the roomies
• Took cookies to the warehouse and played games for an hour
• Chilled with Wes and convinced him to take my car to campus for me in the morning
• ****APPLIED FOR GRADUATION****
• Finally, brace yourself....looked at grad schools.

This grad school idea is fairly fresh in my mind, I am actually seriously considering it. If I can find a good program for Women's Health that I think I have a shot at getting in to, I would be all up on it.

But yes, today was fantastic, I can honestly say I enjoyed every minute of it.

This is what glorious looks like. I took it on my

walk up the canyon on Sunday.

I Love Them Because....

This is very much a journaling post, it is kind of the ending story of the date that I blogged about a few weeks ago, I figured I would post the ending so that I didn't leave you hanging.

First of all though, I would like to say this. I have been pretty lucky with the whole roommate business for most of my college career. There have been a few interesting ones, but overall, I can't complain, a few of them have become some of my best friends. Right now, it's no exception. My roommates are so great and these are some of the reasons why we love each other:

• We each take turns making dinner every night for each other
• We have roommate prayers pretty much every night
• We have back massage trains
• We eat lots of ice cream
• We distract each other from homework frequently
• We remind each other to do homework frequently
• We talk about life and lessons learned
• We laugh a lot
• We go out and do fun things together sometimes spontaneously
• We play MASH at 12:30 in the morning on the vanity floor (this was only once, but it was priceless)
• We sing and play the piano together
• And many many more :D

Kristen, Katherine (k-dub), Me, Andrea

We all freaked because we were excited that Andrea moved her wedding date up, we gave advice to Kristen on how to jump back into the dating pool, and tonight when I came home from talking with the boy this is what happened. Andrea and K-Dub were both on the phone so I just walked into my room. Kristen followed me, took one look at my face and wrapped me up in her arms. I'm pretty sure she started crying before I even did. She asked if I wanted her to get the others but we decided to let them finish their conversations. K-Dub walked in after and instantly gave me a bear hug. Andrea walked in shortly after and did the same thing. I am not one to let people see me cry. Ever. Period. But tonight I didn't fight it. It was so nice to have people here to hold me when I got a little crushed. We all sat on the beds and I told them what happened. I don't understand people who are scared of commitment. I mean I know it can be scary, but where faith is, fear can't be. Sometimes you just have to take a leap of faith, you might fall and get hurt, but if you are living the way you are supposed to, then everything will work out as it should.

My roommates of course said all the right things to say when a boy decides that he has changed his mind about wanting to date you. As much as I don't understand what is going through this boy's head, I do understand that I have roommates and family that love me and that I love right back, as well as a Heavenly Father that loves me. One day, somebody will see me the same way these people do, and he will embrace it and hold onto it forever.

Zoobs

So yesterday at work, Meretta and I were trying to explain to Josh what a "zoobie" is. A zoobie is one of the people that is completely stereotypical BYU. Think of a nerd, peter priesthood and BYU fan, and BAM! You've got a zoobie. So, I avoid this at all costs. I REFUSE to be a zoobie. Refuse. I think last night I came closer than ever to being one, but it was actually a lot of fun. Here is the pictures of my Zoobie Moment.

Kristen, K-Dub and Me.

We are the letters B-Y-U. Zoobies. Gross.

Loved it.

Ok, here's the story behind it. There is the hike called "The Y". It is a pretty brutal hike, so my professor for Exercise Prescription Testing said he'd give us extra credit for hiking it. I wanted to do it before it got cold and snowy, so we wound up doing a night hike since days are pretty busy for everybody. It was me and my roommates Katherine and Kristen, McKay, Ali, Lexi, Amanda, Emily, Kathryn, Josh, Josh's roommate Nathan. I think that's everybody. We hit the trail around 10:30. At which point the Y was all lit up for homecoming week. By the time we got to the top 40 minutes later it was turned off, lame. But we had fun on the trail up, and even though it was hard, it wasn't as hard as horrible as I remembered it being. Maybe because I hiked it in the middle of a hot day, not a nice, cool, autumn evening. But it was great. When we got to the top we just chilled for a while, laid upside down which was freaky, and took fun pics. Enjoy.

Kristen, K-Dub, Ali, Me

Roommates minus Andrea

Upside down on the Y

Group shot

K-Dub loved this pic so I'm posting it

Right Now

Today I was greeting at work and had an incredibly awkward moment.

I was in the middle of sending a text to my sister telling her that she is missing out by living in St. George because we are having the most beautiful rain right now. Well, as I was typing those words on my phone, a pleasant older man walked in. I looked up at him and greeted him by saying "How are you doing right now?"

As soon as the words came out of my mouth I tried so hard to pull them back in. He smiled and said good, trying to make me not feel silly, but I did. Not a "Welcome to RC Willey" or "How are you doing today?" But "How are you doing right now?"

Who does that?

G & G

G & G is the Fab Four's slang for Grandma and Grandpa. (Meaning Grandma and Grandpa Olpin, since that is where the Fab Four came from, and also the ones that named us that.) Well, today, I had the opportunity to go and visit said grandparents up in Heber. It is always so great to have one on one time with them. They were so excited when I called yesterday to tell them I was coming up. We had time to just sit and talk and catch up. They love hearing all about their grandkids lives and they REALLY love hearing about our school. They decided that they wanted to help their grandchildren get a college education, without just handing them money like so many people do these days. They make us work for it. So they set up a scholarship program to help us out. They don't pay our full tuition, but they give us a check each semester as long as we have good enough grades. If you have really really good grades, you get the bonus, which means your check is an extra hundred and fifty dollars. It's kind of a big deal. They always tell us how grateful they are for us as their grandkids, and how proud they are of us. And I always think to myself, "No, I am pretty sure I am more grateful that you are my grandparents, and that I am so proud of you guys for all you have done with your lives." Not joking, they are amazing. I couldn't ask for better examples from any of my grandparents on the Olpin side or the Neiswender side. I have been so blessed to have these four people influence my life so greatly and teach me so much.