cannibal, kaicho, pioneers, cheesecake, need i say more?
Sorry for the past few days friends – I got a little spooked when I went onto my statistics and found some of my top referring sites were pornography (what the?!?!)
I found out it’s just a spam bot – that nobody was reading my blog from a porn site and my site wasn’t affiliated with them in any way. Just shut down to only private for a few days until I could get it all figured out. And now it’s all figured out and all is well!
We got WEDDING PICTURES! Expect a full, detailed post (or two. or three.) about that wonderful day just 2 months ago.
Let’s catch up a little:
24th of July was awesome! We got to watch the parade, hang out with family, and go to Lagoon! And YES we rode Cannibal – TWICE in fact! It was so much fun to be with family and have such a good time.
I love Pioneer Day because it gives me the chance to really think about my pioneer ancestors, and appreciate all they did to get me where I am today. Some people don’t understand or think it’s that important, but really it’s one of the most important parts of history, in my opinion. I will forever be so thankful for what those brave men and women did, so that I can be where I am. It made me reminisce on my Pioneer Trek experience from Young Women’s. We went up to Wyoming to actually walk the path that those pioneers did. It truly was so remarkable to walk where they walked, to see what they saw. It made me that much more grateful for my faith and those who worked so hard to make sure I could believe whatever I wanted.
I will honor Christmas and try to keep it in my heart all year
Last night was my beautiful sister Olivia’s last time dancing in The Nutcracker at Clytie Adams Ballet. I remember the sick, sad feeling that accompanies that very well. The girls were all backstage crying and hugging and getting pictures. It really was a sight to behold. Before the last performance, Clytie (the school’s owner and founder and director and everything) made a speech (like she does before each show). At the end she said, “One of my former dancers came up to me after an earlier performance and said, ‘Oh, I miss dancing.’ And I thought…well that never really goes away.” She was talking about my sweet littlest sister Bethany who had found her after the show to say hi.
Clytie was right, you never get over that feeling of missing dancing. I’ve been done for about 4 years, and every day I miss it.
The other day I had the chance to interview Adam Sklute, the artistic director at Ballet West, for BYU Radio. (I was fan-girling pretty hard, PS). At the end of the interview, I asked him a question that I hadn’t written down or prepped him for. I asked, “If you could write a love note to The Nutcracker, what would it say?” He was a little surprised, but then started into a beautiful monologue about The Nutcracker and what it has meant to him (you’ll have to listen to hear the whole thing). It got me thinking though, I wanted to write my own letter to The Nutcracker. For myself, and other dancers who have been touched by this show.
Thank you for giving every November of my life color, brilliance, and beauty. From the music, to the costumes, to the props, to the hours of “Ride that Pony” that can be heard from where the little kids are held, to the long car rides and Nelson’s Frozen Custard after the show, you have been a pure delight.
I have the steps and music memorized. I can’t help but dance in my seat a bit when I watch because I know every move, the counting, and the rhythm, better than I know almost anything.
Nutcracker, I miss you. I miss the anticipation in the wings just before stepping on stage. I miss the long hallways and dressing rooms that always smelled like hairspray. I miss the feeling of being laced into a tutu a little too tight. There isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t have a dull ache in my heart, and an itch in my feet for dancing.
Thank you for giving me so many memories, so many nights of laughter and tears, so many days of sore feet and muscles, and so many pairs of ruined pointe shoes from the hard stage floor. Thank you for giving me the thrill of being out of breath after finishing a show, and hearing thunderous applause.
Nutcracker, words can’t really express what you’ve meant to me over my life. And I think every November I’ll feel a bit nostalgic and want to come home to you. Thank you for being my home.
All my love,
There’s been a murder….and you’re all suspects
How to have an amazing birthday
What a wonderful day of birth I had. I have to tell you, my friends and family are out of this world wonderful. They’ve made my whole life amazing, and they made my special 21st birthday awesome as well. Thanks to everyone for the birthday wishes, and thanks to all the people who have made my 21 years on earth incredible. I’m very lucky!
My family and I just got back from an amazing trip to Boston to drop off my brother and sister-in-law at Harvard for law school. I’ve been to Boston before, but I don’t remember much about it. Can I just say, I’m obsessed with this amazing city!
The Boston Museum of Fine Art was AMAZING. I could’ve spent days, even weeks exploring it. It had some of my favorite paintings and some of my favorite artists and it was incredible!
My sisters and I LOVE Degas, so seeing The Little Dancer was incredible! I loved seeing paintings that I’ve studied in high school and college.
God Bless America
Whoa I said I’d be better at blogging, and I’m struggling! Here’s a quick game of catch-up showing you all the fun things I’ve been up to lately!
Guys, summer break is here.
Well for me it’s not a break, I’m still in school. But there’s something wonderful about waking up early in the morning to the sun, to walking around on campus without a jacket, and to getting into your car with the steering wheel a little too hot to touch.
I have a long list of things I want to do this summer, as well as a BYU bucket list for things I want to do with my last year here at the Y. I figure if I post it on my blog, I’ll be more likely to stick to it! So here we go:)
1. Rooftop Concert