Sunday, May 30, 2010
I don't really have any pictures, or any anything, so I'll tell a story.
I have this darling friend, Elder Hiram Lee Jacob. I first met him at a dance, and then saw him later at the Malt Shoppe in October of my freshman year. The next day, we joined with friends, Teri Allen (note her last name), Jacob Swain, and Jacob Mortensen (note their first names) at a football game. I loved them all.
As the year went by, I didn't see Hiram so often... and then BAM! He showed up on the first day of my religion class for Winter Semester, just to test it out. Totally unplanned and wonderfully, the Jacobs had also signed up for that same religion class. We convinced Hiram to join, and life was golden from there on. Most days, I would simply just steal his black pen and make him write in my purple one, or we'd swap gum. Often we'd all go to eat at the Pendulum Court or the CougarEat, where I spent time eating laughing and talking.
Even one day, Hiram stole my identity. I had my social security card for job purposes (man, I would totally include a picture on here to show you how cute it is... but then that'd be probably the worst thing I could ever do), and he snatched it. Because I was so flustered, I also lost my phone to the Jacobs. Hiram proceeded to answer my phone and pretend he was me for the rest of the day.
So I absolutely adore him.
I've only been to his house on one occasion, and it was to hear the opening of his LDS mission call. I guessed "America" because there are about 50,000 missions there. I lost.
Where did he get called? The England London Mission. Oh.
Where am I at the moment? London, England.
Do I want to see him? No. Because missions are like PAUSES on friendships--and then you feel bad for distracting from their work. Oh heavens.
So... on Friday in between seeing Peter Pan and then... seeing Peter Pan, Debbie and I stopped by the Hyde Park LDS Chapel to find Heather who was doing her family history.
We walked inside, walked down the first corridor, and I stopped walking, stopped breathing, and started to turn around.
Filling up the whole foyer were I would say about 30 19-21 year olds, ranging from maybe 5'3" to 6'5", and all wearing white suits and ties. And jackets.
I looked at Debbie, who looked at me, and we collectively took a large breath, and set forward.
ONWARD CHRISTIAN SOLDIERS! (it's a song.)
Somehow managing to not look at their faces (for fear of recognition) and still being able to notice their shoulders so as to not run into any stripling young men, Debbie and I braved our way to the next door.
I was shaking by then. BAHAHAHAHA It was an adrenaline rush! Do I get an adrenaline rush when I'm jay-walking (which is not illegal here as far as I know) and almost get hit by a ferrari? No. But I do when I'm avoiding a best friend.
I focused on the door ahead of us, and we safely arrived to the stairwell. At the bottom... WERE MORE ELDERS! What in the world? Same method, shoulders, no eyes. Success.
Once in the haven I like to call the Family History Center, I sat down, drank some water, and let my heart rate settle again. Then after that the Hyde Park Chapel was quite pleasant. ... Except for the anxiety of going back upstairs.
And the cliffhanger was, like most cliffhangers, not well-received. So I'll tell the story.
We went upstairs, but nothing happened! There were maybe 10 elders in the foyer, but I didn't see him. We then proceeded on our way to purchase our not-actually-Peter Pan tickets.
Then today, as we were leaving church, an Elder stopped me and let me know that he gave Elder Jacob my note. And what did he tell me? Oh, Hiram was in the building on Saturday. He wasn't even in there when I went in! So much for adrenaline rushes being when you need them.
That's why I made the blog a cliffhanger. The story wasn't super fulfilling. But enjoy, Mom and Dad!
Friday, May 28, 2010
OH MY HEAVENS, beautiful. Visit Kensington Palace where Princess Di loved to live, and walk through the Flower Walk, where ever single colored flower existed, all in search for the lost boy who never grew up.
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Friday, May 7, 2010
At right is a picture of bread that my momma made last Saturday/ Sunday. OH MY WORD it was delicious!!
Soo....Last night after our closing prayer, Lexie gave me a hug saying, “I’ll never let go ever!”
Well James didn’t like that—not being able to hug me himself, so he said, “I’ll get her back!” and hugged me from behind. So it was basically a Cebre sandwich. Except from that point, my dad said, “I’ll get her arm!” and covered up the last remaining part of my body open to air.
I’m ticklish, though, and so my neck was DYING with all the little fingers around it. I kept trying to adjust, but that just made it worse.
I fell asleep last night hearing James coughing. Poor little dear. I think it’s very interesting how I could tell his cough from the other 7 that could have potentially been ringing through the house. Of course, he does have the highest pitched voice. Crazy child. For my family, “WHaaaaat??” Oh, James.
Anyway, I LOVE flying. I love airports, I love airplanes, I love how the ground looks fake!
As we ascended, I practically giggled. Okay, I get a little plane sick (UGH) but I LOVED seeing how tiny everything was! California is beautiful. I’m SO incredibly grateful for Physical Science 100 for it taught me about all the formations that I gazed at today. I recognized where two plates must have been converging, and decided that a glacier must has passed through a certain part of two mountains.
During this, though, I got distracted by my window. I was right next to the propeller on the TINY plane, and little glittery dots were splattering across my windowsill. I wondered if they were tiny drops of water, or maybe little chips… but after thinking about it, they were definitely drops of water. Also, there was some type of albino bug living in my window. I couldn’t decide what it was, I’ll call it a spidant. I couldn’t count all of its legs…
I've decided the plane sizes definitely correlate to their classiness. The smallest plane had bugs in the windows and moldy lights. The next plane had legitimate life vests! YAY!
It was such a beautiful flight! A perfectly clear day until we got to LA—which was due to the smog. As we descended into San Francisco, I decided San Francisco is like a HUGE mosaic. Beautiful. Dad, you’ll be happy to know that I checked the bay for sailing conditions. WAY TOO WINDY! I watched the sunrise on my flight to SFO, and as it shone on the water, it looked dull—like it was shining on the stuff that gertie balls are made out of. Weird…
I could have spent about $4,000,000 in the San Francisco airport. I tried on sunglasses that look JUST LIKE LEXIE's that cost I think $116. Wooo! I also tried on a pair that looked pretty similar to mine, before I realized that they were $160 and I probably shouldn't be touching them with my luck and grace. The swatches were just beautiful, too. I practically giggled as I looked at all of them. They were so colorful and happy!
Soooo I went to the food court. That's really where I would have spent all my money. Let's be honest, here. I spend the majority of my money on food. Always have.
I settled on a breakfast consisting of sausage, bacon, scrambled eggs, four pieces of french toast, and a lump of hashbrowns as big as... if I connect all my fingers together to make an oval. MAN I was full! But what did I want?
Bread, and avocados. I have no idea where she got it, but a lady next to be had an avocado. I LOVE those. I took a picture of a rotting avocado at home :), shown below. I still ate most of it, haha!
I met a "Christian" :) She informed me that God loved me. I smiled big and told her thank you.
As I told her about my trip, I explained that I would be singing at masses. I explained that I’d never been to a mass before, because my religion was slightly different. She asked what mine was, and as I told her I was LDS, she smiled and said, “Well, I’m talking differently than you usually hear, huh?”
She then told me that Jesus was madly in love with me. Yup, definitely different use of words!
She told me God had great things in store for me, and again I thanked her, and told her that I, too, believe in miracles. I left smiling. I’m glad she wanted to share her joy with me.
Mom, I also thought I should tell you that I eavesdropped and then discussed a topic with the people behind me. This super cheerful man was asking the woman next to her if she ever got tired when she had kids carrying them around ALLLL the time. He said he understood that she probably grew stronger as her kids had grown heavier, but he was still wondering. Well, I told him that hips really help. Because I remember when I was 9 and I would try to carry Lexie, I would look like I was doing the “I’m a little teapot” dance, but as I got older, it was about 50,000 times easier to carry littler children.
So now I’m in LAX—I’ll refrain trying to repeat “Party In the USA.” I think she flies into LAX… but I know if I started typing what I think the lyrics are I’d become just like my wonderful mom, who thought instead of “You walk like an ACE, now” in the Beach Boy’s “Fun Fun Fun” song, it was, “You walk like an APE.” Oh gosh, or maybe sweet Lexie who’s always singing the wrong words. Let me just say I think Miley Cyrus is singing about cardigans. Is she?