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Tuesday, October 6, 2015

I Hope They Call Me On A Mission

Well, they called me! The application process took several months longer than I thought it would but, about six weeks ago, I finally opened that special packet. Colorado Denver South mission it was. My reaction was basically, "Oh. Yeah that make's sense." Six weeks was a fairly quick turn around but I've been wanting to go for months now so it was the perfect time. Not too soon, not too late.


Preparing has been exciting and occasionally stressful. My farewell talk was well attended but it was right up until the morning of that I finished writing it. I didn't love how it turned out but it was pretty good I guess. You can read it here.

I have had to learn how to use makeup. Up until about two weeks ago, I had never applied it to any face, including mine. The few times that I've worn makeup was for special occasions and someone else always put it on. It's a work in progress but I've had some great friends who have helped me to get it started. Here's a video of me putting mascara on for the very first time. Like I said, work in progress.

My open house was a lot more fancy than I intended. Me, my mom and another friend just couldn't stop coming up with ideas. I wrote a more detailed post on my food blog. It was basically pinterest perfect. In fact, I put it on pinterest. And that's saying something since I've only been on pinterest maybe 5 times because I don't really like it. Anyway, I'm not sure why I'm telling you that. But yeah, it turned out super cute and I loved it.


It's all been so surreal. This is an event that I've been looking forward to my whole life and now it's here. There's so much hype behind going on a mission but now that I'm here, it just feels normal and right. So yeah, this is my last post for the next 18 months. I plan on emailing weekly updates so if you would like to be on that list, just ask my family for my email. I'm not sure how I'm going to update this blog after a year and a half but I plan on it. See ya soon!

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Into the Archives 70-Bad Hair Idea

Another ancient selfie from yours truly. I thing I was trying to curl my hair with pipe cleaners. Yeah, great idea, I know. Back in the day when my skin was clean, my freckles were darker and I had braces. Such carefree times. *siiiigh*

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This is the last ITA you will see for awhile. I will be taking a break for now but hopefully "season 3" will return sometime after my mission. If you really miss baby me, just go to youtube. There's plenty of laughs and awwws there.
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Thursday, September 10, 2015

Into the Archives 69-Braithwaite Cousins

I'm visiting family this week for a cousins wedding so here's a throwback to when we were all together for my oldest cousins wedding in 2003.


Thursday, September 3, 2015

Into the Archives 68-Swing Flip

One of my many secret talents is that I can do a flip off a swing. Actually, I'm not sure if I can anymore. Back in 2010 I could though.

Thursday, August 27, 2015

Into the Archives 67-Little League Baseball Game

Baseball has been the family sport I've grown up with. Though I've never played it myself, my dad and a couple of my brothers have. I have attended many more Royals games than any other professional sporting event. Back in the day, the whole family and our fellow baseball friends would hang out at our brothers/sons games together. I don't think I really watched many of them but I was there to support while EJ and I planned our next adventure.

Thursday, August 20, 2015

Into the Archives 66-Bury the Baby

Oh you know, just some quality time burying the baby in the Red Chair. The Red Chair was one of our favorite toys that provided may hours of entertainment. We would pretend it was a rocket blasting off as we spun around in it as fast as possible.

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Into the Archives 65-Baby Snakes

I have an opinion that many people disagree with quite strongly and that is that snakes are really cool. Holding a calm snake makes me calm and happy. Over the years, I've caught several small snakes that were easy to keep for several weeks or months.
In the summer of 2008 we caught this Northern Red Bellied snake, a small species of snake that only grows to be about a foot long that can coil up in the palm of your hand. We names this one Lash. We kept her in a large Rubbermaid tub with dirt, rocks and bark to hid in along with worms and other bugs for her to eat. We kept the tub in the gazebo out of the elements and away from mischievous, hungry critters. We would've kept it inside the house but our mom thought that was less than a good idea.
 One morning I went out to check on the snake when what I thought was a worm caught my eye. I looked closer and did a double take. It was a small snake not much longer than an adult mans finger. Then I saw another. And another. About a half dozen total. Did our snake have babies?
I did some research and, although I never found anything on Red Bellied births in particular, I did find that there are some species of snake that don't lay eggs and do in fact have live births. 
So I deduced, either our snake did have babies or the dirt had eggs in it when we put the dirt in the bin. Because I was worried that the adult snake would mistake the babies as food, I put them in a separate tub and soon released them because I had no idea how to feed them. It was a fun summer with so many snakes!

Thursday, August 6, 2015

Into the Archives 64-Chalk Board

The first time my parents updated the house, they hung a big chalk board on the wall in the back hall. It has provided many hours of entertainment since then.

Thursday, July 30, 2015

Into the Archives 63-Trash

One spring, the teens in our homeschool group took a field trip to pick up trash with our wonderful neighbor, Ms Kathy. She is devoted to keeping the litter cleaned up around our neighborhood so we were glad to help. We had fun exploring the area and put a good dent in the litter while we were at it.

Thursday, July 23, 2015

Into the Archives 62-Breakfast and Curls

Since the day my hair was long enough, curlers were a big thing of my childhood. Every Sunday morning (and sometimes I'd sleep on them Saturday night) I'd eat breakfast and get ready for church while my hair curled.

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Into the Archives 61-Another Day of Crazy Hair

Back in 2011 I did an ITA about crazy hair which included the cone head hairdo. Today, I have a picture of it for you. On this day, some time in 2009, EJ and I were coming up with a fun activity to do together. We decided on doing our hair like this and walking around the neighborhood to see peoples reactions. Sure enough, we got some strange looks and some good laughs.

Sunday, July 12, 2015

Into the Archives 60-Silly Kids

I kind of forgot to post an ITA last week. Whoops. Anyway, just your typical sibling picture. It was taken at our dear friend, sister Allred's house after dinner. We always love dinner with her. Don't forget her famous rolls!

Thursday, July 2, 2015

Into the Archives 59-Chocolate Mess

Is there actually a way to eat s'mores gracefully? I sure haven't found a way.

Thursday, June 25, 2015

Into the Archives 58-Magazine

Once upon a time, I was famous. Well, sort of. Back when I volunteered at Lakeside Nature Center monthly, I was one of the most frequent volunteers there. So, one day I got a phone call asking if I'd like to be in a magazine photo shoot for Nature's Garden, featuring several of the staff and volunteers at the nature center. Of course I said yes.
It was a nice spring day as we went about our normal volunteer jobs cleaning cages and feeding the animals while a photographer and journalist followed us around. One of the jobs I did was clean out the litter box for the rabbits. I couldn't decide if I wanted that picture in the magazine or not. Once the jobs were done, we went outside with a couple of the baby opossums that were being raised there at the time. I got to be one of the kids who got to hold one and that is the picture that appeared in the magazine! Nearly a year passed and the magazine finally came in the mail some time in the spring of 2010.

Thursday, June 18, 2015

Into the Archives 57-Childhood Snapshot

This past Saturday I had my high school graduation party. I made a slideshow of highlights of my life up to now. This is the first half of the slideshow of my childhood up to 2010.
Note: there isn't any music.

Tuesday, June 16, 2015

The Last Finish Line

The beginning of this track season was slightly nerve wracking. This was my last shot and I had to make it good. I did the preseason indoor track camp at the JCCC again with the wonderful Coach Chris. He helped me get a good head start on my seasons training. On the last day I decided to do a 1600 time trial. Everyone else chose the 800 so I ran alone. Despite being on an indoor track and having no competition, I made it under 6:30. Not as fast as I wanted but it still gave me hope. I just had a feeling I'd finally break 6 this year.

Our first meet of the season was a pretty big one for the team and we had never been to it before so coach decided to only bring the top runners on the team (basically the one's who actually trained during the off season and were in shape) to try it out. It was held mostly at UCM's indoor track but the two longest races were outside.
My 1600 went pretty well with a time of 6:10. My hope rose. Just a couple more meets and I could get my goal, no problem.

I was also in the distance medley which was held inside. Our team was put in the first heat in which we crushed everyone without a problem. We held our breath as we watched the second heat with the faster runners. Much to our dismay, we realized that if we had been in that heat, we could've had some competition and probably at least gotten third. Unfortunately, we only got 4th. But hey, we still got a metal. A cool one at that.

Then came all the other meets. It was mostly a blur with little to remember. I just felt like I was going through the motions and not really having much fun. I wanted this 1600 PR so badly but I never seemed to be able to even break my current PR of 6:04. I came so close but I couldn't seem to push myself those 5 seconds faster.
At one meet, I felt confident and just KNEW I would do it. I pushed until everything in my body ached and screamed for me to stop. I had this. The disappointment as I crossed the line, not even breaking my PR at all was just too much as I broke down in tears. The temptation to give up once and for all was so strong. Who did I think I was? Why did I even care about a silly time?


A couple times I had a really bad race that neared 6:20. What was I doing wrong? I kept going but it had gotten to the point that I expected myself to fail and walked away from each race unsurprised.

Around and around and around the track I went with no luck.

One day I actually broke my PR by a second. But I was too mad to even care.

I also ran the 800 in most meets but I was so focused on the 1600 that I really didn't put much into it and ran some pretty embarrassing times.



I think I ended up PRing at Nationals but didn't even realize it until a few weeks later when I was going through the results. (I say "I think" because I didn't keep a great record last year.) It was a fun race to watch even as a participant because our team took 4th-7th places in a sea of blue.

Then there was the 4x800. A very strong team with rarely any competition.

Meet in and meet out we just kind of jogged it to save our energy for our bigger races where we'd actually have to compete for points.


Somehow our team broke the team record when we ended up with a contesting team. Exciting, but I honestly didn't care or really notice. This wasn't what I was looking for.



Through the continual disappointment, I had great teammates who let me cry on their shoulder and vent my frustration to.

We also ate a lot of food together. Snacks are highly vital as a runner.

Nationals weekend came. I didn't know what to expect but I wasn't expecting a whole lot. I didn't go down on Friday night because I wanted to go to prom so I missed my brothers big 3200 PR. That was disappointing. My coach had replaced me with another girl in the 4x800 because she had been running better 800 times all season. I honestly didn't care that much because I was able to sleep in a little longer that morning.
When I got there, the heat was already rising. Running well in heat rarely works for me. I gritted my teeth. I couldn't afford to think that way today. We spent most of our time hanging out in the student center of the college we were running at. Staying rested and out of the sun was wonderful. I ran my first race of the day, the 800, several hours later. That went surprisingly well which added a drop to my confidence. Then I went back to the student center and relaxed some more.
The next event was the 400 which I hadn't raced all year. I went to check myself into the race as big, angry storm clouds began to roll in. I was getting kind of excited to try this race out again after a long time when drops of rain began to drip from the sky. The drip became a drizzle which quickly became a downpour. The meet came to a halt as everyone scrambled to grab their things and head for cover. I huddled with some of my friends and family under the bleachers for what seemed ages. I kicked the gravel angrily. Is this how my last meet was supposed to end? Why? Why? Why?
Finally there was a break in the clouds and people began to cautiously come out of hiding. The meet officials announced that the meet would continue but all hurdling events would be canceled. Well, there went the steeplechase which I was looking forward to trying. This also meant the the meet would be a bit shorter which made me have to make a decision. Should I scratch the 400 to save my energy for the 1600? I tossed the options back and forth for awhile. I scouted out my competition and decided that I really didn't have much of a chance to get points so it was probably a better idea to save it. I went and scratched myself out of the 400, praying that I had made the right decision. Well, I was down to half as many events as I had started with. I HAD to make this good.
I lined up for the 1600 feeling good. I knew what I had to do. Staying with Emily is what would get me there. "I am totally capable," I told myself. I rounded the first lap right on pace. Emily began to pull away and I dug in. I drafted her and pulled myself back to her side when I began falling back. The third lap is always the hardest part of the race and I knew my legs and lungs were about to reach their top screaming point. My mom's cheering and the thought of this being my last race was what got me through that lap. This had to happen or else I'd never forgive myself. The last lap I felt like I was flying. I could feel the speed pouring into my legs. I was side by side with Emily now. One last burst of energy pulled me past her as I flew down the last straight across the finish line. I glanced down at my watch and nearly screamed. For the next half hour my face was stuck in a dazed, surprised look and my breathing didn't go back down to normal. I had done it! Barely, but the first digit of the time was a 5 and that's all I cared about.
I left that meet revived and thoroughly happy that I had ended this chapter of my life so well.

The Lions will always be my second family. They make up a powerful team on and off the track. The 6 other Seniors I ran with this year are some amazing people and will be serious forces for good as they go out into the world and make a difference in many more lives.
As for me, I plan to put my serious running on hold for now. But I certainly plan on getting back into it when I start college.
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If you would like to see all of my posts about track and cross country, here is a "playlist", if you will, of all of them.