I live in a wonderful wonderful place.
82 and humid in Brooklyn today.
I hear it snowed in utah.
I feel bad. Well, kinda..
Not really.
I'm off to the park to sit under a shady tree and read.
I will watch all the hipsters dance with their boomboxes
and animal masks on like I saw last week.
I am also the proud owner of a library card,
which has quickly turned into a love affair.
sunday will come
Excerpts from "Sunday Will Come"
by Joseph B. Wirthlin
"On that Friday the Apostles were devastated. Jesus, their Savior—the man who had walked on water and raised the dead—was Himself at the mercy of wicked men. They watched helplessly as He was overcome by His enemies.
On that Friday the Savior of mankind was humiliated and bruised, abused and reviled.
It was a Friday filled with devastating, consuming sorrow that gnawed at the souls of those who loved and honored the Son of God.
I think that of all the days since the beginning of this world’s history, that Friday was the darkest.
But the doom of that day did not endure.
The despair did not linger because on Sunday, the resurrected Lord burst the bonds of death. He ascended from the grave and appeared gloriously triumphant as the Savior of all mankind."
"Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.
But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.
No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come."
"The Resurrection transformed the lives of those who witnessed it. Should it not transform ours?"
thank you rachel for posting!
by Joseph B. Wirthlin
"On that Friday the Apostles were devastated. Jesus, their Savior—the man who had walked on water and raised the dead—was Himself at the mercy of wicked men. They watched helplessly as He was overcome by His enemies.
On that Friday the Savior of mankind was humiliated and bruised, abused and reviled.
It was a Friday filled with devastating, consuming sorrow that gnawed at the souls of those who loved and honored the Son of God.
I think that of all the days since the beginning of this world’s history, that Friday was the darkest.
But the doom of that day did not endure.
The despair did not linger because on Sunday, the resurrected Lord burst the bonds of death. He ascended from the grave and appeared gloriously triumphant as the Savior of all mankind."
"Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.
But I testify to you in the name of the One who conquered death—Sunday will come. In the darkness of our sorrow, Sunday will come.
No matter our desperation, no matter our grief, Sunday will come. In this life or the next, Sunday will come."
"The Resurrection transformed the lives of those who witnessed it. Should it not transform ours?"
thank you rachel for posting!
myspace bathroom awesomeness
Thoughts running through your mind:
+Myspace bathroom pic?
+Awkward hip-to-hand ratio?
+The gurrl needs a iphone.
I thought everyone in NY had one?
Did she take this picture with a ghetto full slide out keyboard phone?
I was thinking the exact same thing. I bet we were thinking it at the exact same time and both had some sort of brain wave thingy. Or do you just practice legilimency in your spare time?
Either way I completely agree with all of these thoughts you are having.
I just felt the need to share with you my deep love for the doctors coat I wear at work.
the.end.
p.s. If this were one of those blogs that gives you tips on how to motivate and improve your life I would tell you this:
I find that life is 10 bazillion bajillion times better when I use harry potter references at every presented opportunity.
doooooooooo it.
p.p.s I'm not quite sure why I love this song. Maybe it's because the combination between Rye Rye's voice, clothes, and dance moves puts me in a state of bliss everytime I watch it. Or maybe it's the fact that this was filmed just a few streets away from where I live and I feel some her awesomeness blowing through the air when i set outside.
high-fiving a million angels
This is how i feel when I look at my bank account
and my tax returns just appear there.
Iphone??
Vacation home??
..Savings?
I'm afraid the responsible adult side of me is slowly attacking my body.
For now and until i decide I will keep running around singing this
while staring at my bank account.
I am in a posting slump these days.
And this is where I push the dislike button on my not blogging or posting any pretty pictures.
I feel as if everyone in unison should booo me for not taking more pictures of this beautiful place called Brooklyn NY.
Now here goes me sharing my findings for you all to see.
Babble babble babble.
First watch the original version from 1:38-2:31
And then watch this version from 1:01-1:55.
I sat with my mouth open in awe the whole time at both of them.
Now go look here and tell me you aren't in love with this outfit.
And then feel free to salivate over this and this.
And then go to my pintrest account and take a gander at those wedding rings I have been gushing over for quite some time now. (besides the first couple) all of them are under five hundred which might be why i love them so much. Future hubby, do not go into debt buying me a wedding ring. Instead, put your money to better use like buying me a trip to Ireland or fulfilling my life long dream of owning my own pinkberry, taco bell, or chick-fli-a, where there will be endless amounts of delicious, deep fried, sugary goodness.
And then listen to this song that's been on repeat the past week.
And last this is a picture in honor of ARRY POTTAH coming out on dvd today.
Have I dedicated a post to my love for HP yet?
Yes my love deserves a whole post.
Tomorrows agenda, the temple with my lovelies from conneticut.
Have a great weekend peeps!
Lovin' photoshop these days.
These are my thoughts and i will try to make sense of them but forgive me if it doesn't come out right.
This quote hit me. hard. Kind of like when shannon gets really really excited and accidentally hits herself in the face from the excitement. I felt like i was getting hit in the face.
I know i am capable of so much more. But yet, most of the time I end up feeling like the lines from Ingrid Michaelson's song:
"I want to change the world.
Instead, I sleep."
by Ingrid Michaelson
Moving away and getting a new perspective on life has been a huuuge eye opening experience for me. Yesterday at work it was slow for a couples hours and I just let myself write. Now let me explain, I am not very good at keeping a journal or writing down my thoughts when i get them so this was kind of a big deal. I wrote a whole page on everything I want to accomplish in life. I then took each of those and wrote another page on each of those goals.
I believe I wrote more yesterday than i have combined in the past year. Haha quite sad if you ask me.
I wrote about when I'm a wife, I want to be that couple even at 82 who can't get enough of each other.
I wrote about when I am a mother, I want to teach my kids the gospel and instill in them a desire to serve.
I wrote about my desire to travel, to be apart of the different cultures, and to learn the different languages with my family so that one day my house will be filled with those memories and experiences.
Being surrounded by remarkable people is instilling in me the desire to become a remarkable person. I mean seriously, my institiue teacher works for forbes magazine. Come on, really?? These people have seen what they are capable of and are working towards becoming that.
Life is great people. Even when it feels like it isn't, it is.
Now, I am off to the farmers market in the park.
Have a lovely (non-government shutdown) weekend!
Weddin-licious
Wedding found via greenweddingshoes
Photographer: Rachel Thurston
Max, Margaux, & The Marvelows from Shark Pig on Vimeo.
Photographer: Rachel Thurston
I love this wedding waaaaay to much.
I mean, come on, bikes for everyone??
..and that reception *sigh*
And on the subject of weddings
I can't remember if I blogged this a few months ago when I first found it,
and i might be too lazy to check my past posts to see if I did
But I'm still lovin it.
enjoy.
i spy a shannon drinking snapple..
I recently discovered that most of my dessert and soda cravings can be subdued by water and a piece of gum. And by the looks of my bank account I've been forcing stride in my mouth every 3.5 seconds.
How i wish I could stop at that deli I walk past everyday on my way home and purchase that ben and jerry's half baked sitting in that freezer just sweetly calling my name.
Poor poor belly.
Sad sad bank account.
Something must be done.
I recently discovered that most of my dessert and soda cravings can be subdued by water and a piece of gum. And by the looks of my bank account I've been forcing stride in my mouth every 3.5 seconds.
How i wish I could stop at that deli I walk past everyday on my way home and purchase that ben and jerry's half baked sitting in that freezer just sweetly calling my name.
Poor poor belly.
Sad sad bank account.
Something must be done.
Portraits Please
I loved my afternoon spent with this lovely girl and the sham-bam
parading through Williamsburg taking hannahs portraits,
acting like we were somewhat remotely hipster enough to be walking around there.
also,
This girls laugh is utterly contagious.
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