Okay, Heather, I guess I'll play...
10 years ago...hmmm...March 1998...I was gearing up for graduation from BYU. My last semester was cake because I had taken all of my major courses before my mission. I think I had two classes--French Literature and Italian. Rob and I had been dating about a month, so I was in LaLa Land, and could have cared less about my classes. That would change a month later, when we broke up and I graduated. Obviously, we worked things out (or should I say that I came crawling back, begging with all my might).
Here we are, crazy in love, on March 12th, 1998 at Rob's parents house.
Here we are, crazy in love, on March 12th, 1998 at Rob's parents house.5 snacks that I enjoy...
- Rita's Italian Water Ice/Gelati
- Pain au Chocolate or Croissant au Amande
- SweetTarts
- Southern Lemonade Pie Ice Cream
- Chocolate (any kind--with pb, nuts, caramel, truffle, dark, milk--you name it, I love it)
- Wash and fold laundry (this is always on my list)
- Plan a baby shower
- Finish reading Gift from the Sea
- Buy Anna an Easter dress (this is the only thing on the list I'm looking forward to)
- Clean my nasty bathroom
- Travel. Go on our cruise and to Hawaii, and to Japan. I'd also love to go back to France. See Italy and Greece, visit Africa. With my children and without. I'd invite family members along because we always have a good time when we're with them (just not all at the same time--wink, wink).
- Re-do my kitchen and bathrooms. A complete overhaul. I'd probably buy some "real" furniture, too, which also entails a house cleaner because this is what my children do to my "fake" furniture.
- Oh my, what am I thinking...I'm a billionaire...I'll just buy a new, huge house!
- I'd do all the financial security stuff. Hook my children up for the future and make sure we'd be set for life.
- Of course, I have to add the do-gooder stuff, too. I always wish that I could give more/do more financially for others. Maybe I'd join Al Gore on his crusade to fight global warming. Or maybe not.
- I bite my finger nails. Gross. I know.
- I swear.
- I don't exercise regularly.
- Provo, UT
- Rexburg, ID
- Rouen, France
- Damascus, MD
- Pontiac, MI
- Family Educator for Early Head Start
- Associate Family Teacher for a teen group home
- Residential Trainer at a group home for the mentally challenged
- EFY Counselor
- Dietary Aide for a hospital
- I didn't get kicked out of Ricks, like my roommate Heather, but I did get turned into the Dean for having an "extreme hairstyle"--it was really a dye job gone bad (the black didn't take and turned kind of greenish).
- I haven't always been anal (really, I haven't). Once on my mission when Soeur Marbleu and I returned home from a trip to the supermarche, we raced in our apartment to see who could open the cereal box first. Story behind that...The French aren't big cereal people and the boxes were always a pain to open. My comp hated when the box top was always torn up. I hated that she cared so much about something so stupid. So we raced home to see who got to open the box first. I won! And I tore the thing up, just to bug her. Fast forward to 8 years later..."Who keeps opening the cereal boxes like this? Why can't you just open it up normal?" When I said those words, I immediately remembered my stupidity. I've since apologized to that companion for being so lame--I had turned into the anal one.
- I love foreign languages! And I was a high school French drop out--ironic, isn't it? I tested out of the BYU French courses, took two semesters of Mandarin Chinese (and was in the Chinese Club at Ricks) and an accelerated Italian course. Too bad I suck at them! If I had three wishes, one would for sure be that I could speak well in several languages. I just was not blessed with the gift of tongues.
- I was, however, blessed with the "gift of hands" for a short period of time while I was on my mission. Souer Wood knew sign language and she taught me so that we could teach our investigator, Claire. I was able to teach the discussions, teach members of the ward how to sign and translate French to Sign. I saw my comp and our friend Claire a few years ago and could not remember a thing. It truly was a gift given for that short period of time.
- I, once too, worked at the fair! Many of you know that my mom traveled with the fair around UT and AZ. After my mission she just showed up on my doorstep at college. I hadn't seen her in over five plus years. I would visit her at the fair when she was in the Utah County area and would help her run her booth (it was the Duck Pond at the time). So, I guess, I am also a Carnie! (I would have let you all in on this little secret before if I had remembered--my mom just reminded me of it a few months ago).
3 comments to remember:
The carnie thing Andrea...I KNEW it!
I love the pictures. You look just the same but in 80's clothes and hair. Ok confession of past work experience. I too have worked at a fair selling cottoncandy. You work with some interesting people. I loved learning about you.
I like that you swear. It makes me feel better about myself.
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