tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10049982848486702302024-03-12T18:07:09.399-06:00Erica MichelleAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.comBlogger266125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-90402572917472888472017-04-20T08:00:00.000-06:002017-04-20T08:00:10.297-06:00MCOM #15: weekend assignment.<div>
Over the weekend we were assigned to serve someone that is more stressed than us. Sometimes I get stuck in my own little world and think "who could possibly be more stressed than I am?" What a joke. I'm a 21-year-old girl living in Utah going to a fantastic school. I really don't have that much stress in my life. Sure, school is extremely stressful, but honestly, how blessed am I to be able to stress about a college education? </div>
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So this weekend I looked around. I realized that a lot of people around me are more stressed than me. I mean... my dad was ending tax season. My brother has finals just like me, but he's a masters student. I guarantee his are harder. My roommates are adorable and...stressed. So I decided to take more of a "small acts of service" approach. I always have a to-do list with things like "write kayla a note!" and "call grandpa" but I never get around to those things. So this weekend I tried to do those little acts of service. I texted my dad and made my roommate's bed and made my brother one of his favorite treats. It's kind of weird to blog about this but yeah. It was a good weekend. And I realized that this really isn't something that I can't do every day. Making my roommate's bed took a minute, tops. And it was good to do something, even if small, for someone else.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-64080116963676499312017-04-19T21:26:00.000-06:002017-04-19T21:26:03.481-06:00MCOM #14: IS 201.I already wrote about this, but guys, IS 201 is the greatest class EVER. Right now we're learning VBA... which is basically the programming language of Microsoft Excel. When I took this class I thought I was going to hate it, but I am actually in love with it, I think. I had no idea that it was going to be so useful.<br />
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I can't even believe that I'm seriously writing a blog post about computers. My life has hit an all time low. But look at this video and see how awesome VBA is!<br />
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So yeah, that's what I'm thinking about right now. Aren't you so glad that you took the time to read a blog post about computer programming? But not even REAL computer programming. Like super beginning level programming. But still sooo cool.<br />
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Also. Finals start this week. Say a prayer for me, folks. Only four finals stand between me and...a five day break and more school {yay!} Alright, that's it. BYE.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-2581123261060371482017-04-15T10:18:00.000-06:002017-04-15T10:18:18.669-06:00MCOM 13: ted talks round {??}.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Have we ever talked about how much I love Ted Talks. Several months ago we watched this ted talk in my career strategies class. I don't completely agree with every single thing that he says, but I think it's really important and he presents a good point. </div>
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And as I've mentioned, right now I'm at the age that I have to decide what I'm doing with my life. I don't suggest being this age. It's no fun. But on the bride side, it's a time that a person gets to decide what they're passionate about. "Passion is your greatest love." So I'm over here trying to decide the answer to that question. "Does the word destiny scare you?"I think the other thing that we have a problem with is the idea of understanding what it means to be passionate about something. I think that sometimes we think that you can only be passionate about a cause or a belief. But let me tell you, I think that my accounting 310 professor is passionate about accounting. The way he talks about it. And I actually think that that is really cool. I think you should be passionate about what you study.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-23344813394934879132017-04-14T15:37:00.000-06:002017-04-14T15:37:12.894-06:00MCOM #12: history.Here's fun fact number two {ok, probably not two, but lets go with that} about me. I love history. Like I said earlier, I'm currently going through a quarter-life crisis right now and for a brief second I seriously considered dropping everything and double majoring in history and Russian. If it weren't for the advice that my mission president gave us the night we left Russia, I might have done it. But he told us "what the shortest book ever written? Jobs available for history majors." So maybe not. But still.<br />
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Anyways. I like history. And I think that the traveling I've been able to do in the last couple of years has really helped along that love. I got to live in London and travel throughout the United Kingdom. In<u> <a href="http://ericamichelledecker.blogspot.com/2014/09/london-walks-walking-through-city.html" target="_blank">this blog post</a>, </u>I mentioned that the buildings are older than America. Seriously. Have you ever thought about how young American is?!<br />
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But that was nothing. I got to Russia and my first area was a "little" town {only half a million people} called Yaroslavl. Oh how I love<u> <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yaroslavl" target="_blank">Yaroslavl</a>.</u> I spent a preparation day walking through the sights of Yaroslavl as a girl told us all about its history. Yaroslavl is one of the eight cities considered to make up the <u>"<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Golden_Ring" target="_blank">golden ring</a>.</u>" These ancient cities were vital to the formation of the Russian Orthodox church. And let me tell you... there are churches EVERYWHERE. Like think of how many Mormon church you see in Utah County, then image walking the streets of a city well over a thousand year old and seeing that many churchs, except they all have the beautiful onion domes. History EVERYWHERE. I love it. I'm so excited to go back!<br />
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I love learning about history because everything else just <i>makes sense</i>. Last semester I took a Russian history class. We went from the baptism of Rus in 988 to 2017. Learning about the history of Russia brought clarity to the culture I experienced there.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-17130954360666031692017-04-12T10:48:00.000-06:002017-04-14T15:37:29.144-06:00MCOM #11: Ninety percent of everything.A little while ago, I blogged about<u> <a href="http://ericamichelledecker.blogspot.com/2017/04/mcom-9-kimberely-process.html" target="_blank">the Kimberely Process and why I don't want a diamond ring</a>.</u> Strange, right? Well, sometimes when I tell people that, their comeback is this: "you just have to be ok with ethical issues" or "you not buying one diamond ring won't make a difference." I would have to say that I actually somewhat agree. Do I really think that me not getting one ring is going to change the world or the diamond industry? No. Is there a chance that that diamond was mined in an ethical situation? Yes! If I get a morganite/amethyst/sapphire ring, do I think that that stone was mined in a perfectly ethical situation? Most likely no {sadly}.<br />
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This gets me to my blog title. Here's the thing. We live in a globalized world. And that makes life a whole lot better for us. That also means that we consume a lot of products that get to us unethically; this may be because of child labor or poor working conditions or a million other things. In my opinion, this means that we need to choose what we feel strongly about and do what we can for that one {or a couple} things. So, I feel strongly about the African diamond industry. Ok, so that's my thing. Unfortunately, there's a really good chance that 99% of the stuff in my closet was also produced in less-than-perfectly-ethical situations. Last summer I read a book by Rose George called<u> <i><a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2013/10/17/books/ninety-percent-of-everything-by-rose-george.html" target="_blank">Ninety percent of everything</a></i>.</u> It was a fascinating nonfiction book. The author boards a shipping container ship as it makes its rounds through the ocean. She tells of the day-to-day life of crew members and crew leaders. She speaks of poor conditions, bad food, and dangers from pirates {who, yes, still exist}. Her main point is that, despite what we think, ninety percent of everything gets to us via one of these giant shipping container ships. Shipping containers themselves have revolutionized and enabled globalization.<br />
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So my point is this: if I really wanted to make a moral stand and boycott anything and everything that comes to me unethically, I would be in trouble. I would say goodbye to my iphone, my clothes, my school supplies, and basically <i>everything I own</i>. George makes the comment, "Buy your fair-trade coffee beans, by all means, but don't assume fair-trade principles govern the conditions of the men who fetch it to you. You would be mistaken."<br />
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So when people tell me that I can't make a difference, that may actually be a little true. I don't hold a large share of market demand for anything {except maybe diet dr. pepper...} so me not purchasing one thing, won't really matter. But I think every person has the moral stipulation to make some sort of a stand. This doesn't mean in everything, but maybe in just one or two things. So I'll probably keep buying my internationally-produced clothes because I don't feel that passionate about it {I mean, I probably should. but not doing so would mean that I need to hand-weave fabric and sew my own clothes. sooo not happening}. But I probably will say no to a diamond ring.<br />
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I'm not sure if that even makes sense, but here's the takeaway: everyone should have something to which they are morally opposed to, and you should do what you can to right that. And everyone should read Rose George's book. Also, appreciate this giant ship and please note that every shipping container on it is 48 feet long. you do that math.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-34842591452774193492017-04-09T09:44:00.000-06:002017-04-09T09:44:04.542-06:00MCOM #10: ted talks & happiness.Have you noticed how much I love Ted Talks? Because I love Ted Talks. It's sort of a problem. But anyways, the other day, I watched this Ted Talk and I LOVE IT.<br />
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"Our external world is not predictive of our happiness." Think about that for a second.<br />
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"We need to reverse the formula for happiness and success...if happiness is on the opposite side of success, your brain never gets there."<br />
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GUYS I LOVE THIS. I like happiness. In fact, it's probably my favorite thing. But this talk is so true. I put happiness on the opposite side of success. That's why a couple weeks ago, {when success wasn't really a thing in my life} I felt miserable. But that's not the way to live. I'm at BYU! That by itself is incredible! This university is wonderful. And just because I wasn't seeing success, doesn't mean that I can't be happy.<br />
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I actually have lots of thoughts about happiness. But basically I'll just leave it at this. Happiness isn't something we get from our external world.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-89749208294739572172017-04-08T12:57:00.002-06:002017-04-08T12:57:46.977-06:00MCOM #9: the Kimberely Process.Fun fact: I don't want a diamond engagement ring. Weird, right? Most people think that's pretty weird, so I don't usually bring it up. I think that if you want a diamond ring, that's great, go for it. But I don't feel like I need one. My dad bought me a beautiful amethyst ring several years ago. I still am so in love with it and wear it every single day and I can't imagine loving it any more if it was a diamond. I have that same opinion about engagement rings. I don't think I would love a different stone any less and it would be way more unique than getting a diamond ring like over 75 percent of American brides. {that's a real statistic, guys}. This isn't me saying that other people shouldn't have a diamond ring. If you have one, chances are that I think it's beautiful and perfect for YOU, just not me.<div>
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Super simplified, here's what that means: A blood diamond is a diamond used to finance civil wars in poor, African countries. This title doesn't do justice to what that truly means. I bought the book that my friend referenced and I listened to it as I drove home a few weekends ago. The book was heart-breaking. It was the hardest, saddest thing I've ever listened to in my entire life. The Kimberely Process is the attempt to stop these blood diamonds. However, in my research paper, I discuss the downfall of this process. </div>
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So this was a depressing little blog post but I had to write about something! But this topic is FASCINATING, guys. I think I'll probably talk about this in my next blog post too... {I know, you're over there reading this like "yyaayyy I'm so happy" *to be said in a sarcastic voice*}</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-51438370992105215642017-04-04T00:30:00.000-06:002017-04-04T00:30:14.008-06:00MCOM #8: quarter-life crisis.Friends. I'm here to tell you that I've been going through a quarter-life crisis.<br />
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It's kind of like a mid-life crisis but happens at the quarter point of your life. AKA right now, for me. If you know me, you know I'm a planner. I plan every move, all the time. I don't like surprises and I don't like last minute decisions. I like knowing where I'm going to be, with whom I'll be, what I'm be doing... at all times. My life was planned out perfectly like two years ago. I got home from a mission, I took accounting prereqs, I planned my every move.<br />
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And then I started questioning it. Then a couple weeks later I didn't do well on an accounting exam. {I know, that sounds so dramatic. "wow, Erica, you didn't do well on one test. you'll survive.} YEAH BUT THIS IS DIFFERENT. Talk about questioning life choices. It's a hard thing having your life plan feel like it's coming down crashing around you.<br />
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Then to make matters worse, I went to my Eternal Families class {that's not the part that made it worse, no worries. I love that class.} Our professor brought up<u> <a href="https://www.lds.org/ensign/1995/09/elder-henry-b-eyring-molded-by-defining-influences?lang=eng" target="_blank">this talk</a>.</u><br />
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Read the whole talk, it's awesome. During part of it, Elder Eyring's father says this: <b>"You ought to find something that you love so much that when you don't have to think about anything, that's what you think about."</b><br />
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I can honestly tell you that usually accounting is my favorite class. But I definitely don't have a passion for accounting. I don't ponder about accounting.<br />
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Long story short... I don't really know what I'm doing with my life. Obviously I'm applying to the accounting program, but my little quarter-life crisis is forcing me to think about other options. Not that I really have time to switch my life plan. Juniors in college probably shouldn't do that.<br />
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It sounds incredibly dramatic, but I can say that it is completely true. First I left a little piece of my heart in England after a semester in London, and then in Russia after a year and a half long mission for my church. It's one thing to travel places, to be a tourist for a couple days, and then to leave. But living somewhere shows you a different side of a culture. I came to love the Russian people more than I can even explain. And the thing about Russia is this: people don't understand it. It's one of those places that people just can't really fathom. It one of those places that people don't really know until they live there. At first, Russians come off as being really closed-off. They don't smile. They don't laugh. They don't love. That's all I heard before I went there. But let me tell you, Russians are the best people I know. They are the most genuine people I've ever met. Aside from my family, I've never felt so loved and so accepted as I did sitting in the homes of dozens of Russians that I came to love. In my little bout of reminiscing, I found my last email home. I listed the top eight things I learned during my time there, and this was one:<br />
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I love Russia, in case you didn't know.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-15606407372732647682017-03-14T22:21:00.000-06:002017-03-14T22:21:21.848-06:00MCOM #6: HTML.If I could use emojis on a blogpost, I would definitely be using the laughing/crying emoji right now because guess what?? I decided I love my IS 201 class. I don't even know why I'm saying that. I thought that class was going to be the worst class of my college career {no wait, that would have been the political philosophy class I accidentally took.} Nonetheless, right now we are building websites using HTML and call me a dork, but I love it! If I was still using this blog as a real blog, I would probably spend hours upon hours redesigning it using my own HTML.<br />
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I find it fascinating that you can just type letters and stuff shows up. And yes, I know that right now it looks like a website that hasn't been updated for about 10 years, but we're only on day two!<br />
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But first, let me tell you about <a href="http://www.sodaliciousutah.com/" style="text-decoration: underline;" target="_blank">Sodalicious</a><u>.</u> Socalicious is a little drive-thru restaurant dedicated to nothing but soda. They have delicious flavor mix ins, foam cups, and pebble ice. Basically, it's my favorite way to spend money. {however, I usually prefer a different chain called "Swig," but I was at Sodalicious for this experience.}<br />
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I don't really know what to write about for this experience. I went through the drive-thru, ordered my 24 oz. AK Special, paid, and then asked if I could also pay for the person behind me. The cashier gave me extra punches in my punch card for being nice, and I drove off. I have no idea for whom I paid, nor do they know me, but if felt nice! I got to drive away hoping that I made their day. Maybe they even decided to pay for the person behind them? If I had more money, I would always do that. As a poor college student, it'll probably be a few years until I can pay for random people on a regular basis... but at least I have a goal to work towards, right? Make enough money to buy people stuff.<br />
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So that was my experience. And I loved it!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-8885987967647186872017-03-05T22:05:00.000-07:002017-03-13T09:52:09.400-06:00MCOM #3: "The Power of Introverts"I love BYU because every week we have a devotional or forum. At one of the last forums Susan Cain spoke. Susan Cain is the woman that wrote the book "Quiet" and is known for her Ted Talk "The Power of Introverts." This Ted Talk has been one of my favorites for quite a while, so I was excited to see her speak in person. Before anything else, watch her Ted Talk:<br />
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Before my mission, I considered myself an extrovert. I'm not sure if it was because of my mission or because I've changed over time, but I would now consider myself an introvert with some extrovert tendencies {in her forum, she called this being an "ambivert"}. For the most part, I have become fairly quiet and I get energy from being alone. While there are times that I love being in a large group, I primarily prefer being with a small circle of friends. I find myself needing time to unwind and be by myself.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-61462240859407135722017-01-29T17:52:00.003-07:002017-03-13T09:51:57.477-06:00MCOM #2: "tell me something you're passionate about"I get this question a lot. And I'm about to tell you a little something about myself.<br />
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I'm a feminist.<br />
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Here's the problem with the society that I live in: "feminism" is thought of as a 4-letter word. When the word "feminism" is brought up, people instantly start thinking of radicalism and man-hating. I have a hard time with this. Because guess what? Feminism isn't being anti-makeup and anti-stay-at-home-moms and anti-men. Feminism is equality. If you want, you can call it that. But the fact that I've been on countless dates where I've been asked, in a surprised tone, "oh, so you're a feminist?" is actually appalling. OF COURSE I'M A FEMINIST. ARE YOU NOT??? Feminism is gender equality. Simple as that. It shouldn't be a big deal to say that you're a feminist. But for some reason, people make it a big deal. Please please please appreciate this video of Emma Watson:<br />
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So what does it mean that I'm a feminist? It means that I believe that people should be able to choose what they want to do with their life without the judgement of other people. That's it. Just because I want to be a stay-at-home mom with my kids when they're little doesn't mean I should judge women that choose to work {whether out of financial obligation or just because they choose to work}. And vice versa. If a woman is a stay-at-home mom, you can't truly call yourself a feminist if you judge her decision. But basically, I'm a firm believer in letting people do what they think is best for their life and not judging them for it. After all, I sincerely hope that people treat me with the same courtesy.<br />
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But feminism is so much more than whether or not a woman works. But I've decided that this is not the blog post for me to rant about my problems with society and the expectations of women {why the heck have we decided that women look better with black tar on their eyelashes??? ...that is me being anti-makeup, not feminism being anti-makeup, I promise} Why are there still places in the world that a boy's education is valued more than a girl's? Why the heck does human trafficking exist?? People, the world needs feminism.<br />
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The whole world. Not just part of it. The other day I was in a car and one boy looked at me and said "America doesn't need feminism. Sure, parts of the world does, but we're good here" FALSE. Remember that judgement thing I was just talking about? That doesn't just happen outside of America. America needs feminism. BYU needs feminism. Every human being on this planet needs feminism.<br />
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This brings us to the Women's March. Because people know that feminism is a big deal to me, I've been asked several times what I think about the Women's March. Let me tell you, if I didn't have intramural tennis last Saturday, I would have been there! And instead of trying to tell you why, I stumbled upon <u><a href="https://tianamariec.wordpress.com/2017/01/23/why-i-march/" target="_blank">this blog post</a></u>. While she has a lot of statistics that aren't backed up with citations, I love the general idea of the post.<br />
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Ok. I don't have time to keep rambling about feminism, but people, I like feminism.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-27666964721508526002017-01-22T23:15:00.000-07:002017-01-22T23:15:41.191-07:00sometimes I wonder how I ever blogged.Tonight I'm sitting by Kayla, we're watching our favorite TV show, and I'm trying to blog because I have to blog by midnight. But I can't think of anything to write. And that, my friends, is why I just turned to Kayla and said "how did I ever blog"?? Honestly, how did I ever write about my day-to-day life almost every day?? And that is the question.<br />
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So. Blogging is hard. I was going to write a nice long blog post this week about something but I don't have the motivation to write right now and I can't really think of what I would want to say. So this is me admitting that I don't really want to blog but I have to because it's an MCOM assignment. But the good news is that we can write about ANYTHING. Even about how much we don't want to write.<br />
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This week has been quite the week, has it not? The inauguration and women's march? That's actually what I was going to write about. So look forward to that! (not that anyone is actually reading this, but oh well.) Until next week!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-55857757273832761932017-01-13T16:40:00.000-07:002017-03-13T09:51:43.536-06:00MCOM #1: & puppies.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Hello! I'm back! How many times have I said that? A lot? Yeah. Well, this time it is completely honest because I am taking a class called MCOM 320 this semester and we're required to keep a blog. YAY! {kind of}. Best part? We can blog about anything we want, in fact, we're encouraged to blog about anything we want. Anything. So, alas, I'll start with a cute picture of Sister Kuhle, the two cutest goldendoodle puppies, and me. And if you just read "sister kuhle" and are wondering "whhaatt??"... yes, Sister Kuhle is married and yes, I still call her by her unmarried last name {she was my first companion and trainer on my mission, so "sister" and "kuhle" are how I knew her}. Habits die hard. Supposedly the rest of the world calls her Laura. I'll stick with Kuhle. Tangent. Anyways. Today we both got close to hitting our twenty hours of work so we decided to go on an adventure. I'm really enjoying not having Friday classes. So we went to the Puppy Barn and then found a wonderful new sushi bar! New favorite places.<br />
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So here's the life update: I loved last semester. I spent the majority of it in the library. And I don't think saying "majority" is even an exaggeration, sadly. But it was the best semester yet. This semester will be harder {academically} but even better {socially}. So we'll see what happens.<br />
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But I'm not really here to blog about my life. I just used the picture of the dogs because I once read somewhere that you should never publish a blog post without a picture. AANNDD I wanted an excuse to tell the world that my goal in life is to own a mini golden doodle (or a dog that's a mixture of yorkie, poodle, and maltese. It was adorable} Plus, I can't think of a better picture than two adorable goldendoodle puppies.<br />
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For our first blog post our teacher asked us to <i>just write</i>. He told us to sit down at our computer and just type. Find something we enjoy talking about and then just keep writing. Don't stop to edit. Don't stop to change things. So good luck understanding this:<br />
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A few days ago Kayla and I were spending time with a friend who recently returned from a mission. We had a wonderful conversation and somehow got on the topic of "remembering". He was specifically referring to remembering our conversion or remembering spiritual experiences we have had, but I think that the concept of remembering can and should be applied throughout everyone's lives. I think that looking back on our lives and the experiences we have had can be one of the most effective ways of progressing in life. Maybe I think this way because I love history and the quote about how we can learn from the past. or maybe it's for some other reason, but I like looking back. I like getting on facebook and seeing the posts that tell you what you were doing four years ago. I like thinking "wow, two years ago I entered the MTC" {which, as of tomorrow, is a true statement}. I really just like the past. And I'm not saying you should live in the past. I'm just saying that there's no need to feel like you can't/shouldn't think about or talk about past experiences. One of my pet peeves is when people say "so and so got home from their mission {or study abroad, or freshmen year, or whatever major life event happened in this person's life} and they're STILL talking about it." SO WHAT? There is a 100% chance that I will forever talk about things like my study abroad and my mission because <i>guess what</i>? I've lived life for 21.5 years and thus far, those were my most important/life changing/ influential experiences. I hope that it won't always be that way {because as much as I loved my mission, it shouldn't be the only life-changing experience I'll have}. But until then... I think it is a shame that people feel like they can't talk about the past. The past is what makes us <i>us</i>. So excuse me while I continue to make references to my love of Russia and England and how a little piece of my heart stayed in those places.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-30879517101731781632016-08-24T19:25:00.000-06:002016-08-24T19:26:14.934-06:00oh, hey {round two}.alright, I'm back. for real this time. for two reasons:<br />
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1. I don't journal. I {sadly} even gave up journaling halfway through my mission, so that's not an option. plus pictures make everything better.<br />
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2. Laura, Kayla's mom, told me I should start up the blog again and I agreed! {thanks Laura!} Even if only my mom and Kayla's mom read my blog... good enough. Also... in case you all didn't know, Laura once sent me the greatest package on my mission, full of cereal and all. so. you know. not only did <i>I </i>luck out in the parents department, but so did my best friends. Long story short, I like her.<br />
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bonus reason {so I guess there's really three reasons} I want to put my pictures <i>somewhere</i> from my hikes and atv rides this summer. So hah, here I am.<br />
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I've officially moved back to BYU, as an update. I live with Kayla and Cady from freshmen year and we've already spent the last 72 hours randomly exclaiming "oh my gosh, we're together again!!". It seems like yesterday that we were standing in the Provo airport saying goodbye to kayla after freshmen year {so, this was in about April of 2014}, bawling our eyes out, and repeatedly telling each other "fall 2016 isn't <i>that</i> far away!". But we made it! And we're here! And it's been a fantastic couple days and school hasn't even started and the best is yet to come.<br />
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more updates: I feel like I'm not as weird or awkward as at first, so that's a plus. I still miss my mission a whooolllleeee lot but I've come to terms with the fact that life moves on and let me tell you, I am <i>pumped </i>for it. Also, I've gone on a post mission date. so, you know, progress. I'll be normal eventually. {once again, I still love the word 'normal'}<br />
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other updates, I got a job! and I decided on accounting as my major... first I have to get in the program. talk to me in a year about that one. and yeah. there you are, more than you even cared to know about my life!<br />
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let's talk about Colorado for a minute, shall we? It comes as no surprise to you, I'm sure, that I love Colorado. so very much. Here's some of my summer adventures:<br />
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These pictures are from a couple different ATV rides with my parents, my new favorite hiking place that Lori showed me, and Animas Forks {a way cool ghost town in Silverton}... I love my home.<br />
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Then on top of that, I got to go to California for a couple days! It was my mission trainer, Laura's, wedding! She and Keaton were sealed {married} in the San Diego temple. Oh my land, people, it was gorgeous. Everything about the wedding. I loved it so very, very much.<br />
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This week some mission friends and I made borsh! Plus one of our friends from Moscow is here in town before he heads up to BYU-I. Oh, borsh is a russian soup. Try it, it's actually good despite what you read on the ingredient list.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-18134427007922943022016-08-05T00:03:00.000-06:002016-08-15T01:20:40.077-06:00oh, hey.alright, I'm back {sort of}. I actually decided not to blog anymore, but then I was standing in the kitchen with my cousin Barb at our family reunion and she turned to me and said, out of the blue, "you have to keep up your blogging!" and a few weeks later, here I am.<br />
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almost every time I run into someone the conversation goes something like this:<br />
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them: "welcome home!"<br />
me: "thank you!"<br />
them: "how was it?"<br />
me: "incredible"<br />
them: "how is the adjustment?!"<br />
me: *how the heck do I answer this????* "it's ok!"<br />
them: "what are your future plans"<br />
me: *silent freak out* "I'm going back to college soon!"<br />
them: "what are you studying?!"<br />
me: *more silent freaking out*<br />
...and so on.<br />
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here you go, I'll be honest to the world... the adjustment has been pretty weird. at first it didn't even seem like an adjustment. I got home, spent time with my family, started working at the movie theater again, got back into running, and enjoyed a little more freedom in my schedule.<br />
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that lasted a couple weeks.<br />
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and then I really started missing it. it actually hit me like a brick wall. one night I was driving home with Zach and I just started sobbing {this is me being really honest, haha}. I remember judging RMs so much for wanting to talk about their missions or for saying they missed their missions or for talking to anyone that would understand them in their language mission. I formally apologize to all of you. it makes perfect sense. I loved my mission, I spent 18 months pouring my heart {not to mention every waking moment} into the work and the people, and then all of a sudden I woke up in a bed in America. now I can't just turn to the person next to me and tell them about why I'm happy {in Russian}, and that is actually surprisingly sad. I've spent a night or two just looking through pictures and feeling sad. but I also understand that missions end and life moves on. and it's actually a little exciting! It's also a strange feeling because the mission I left is very different than the one that is there now. <a href="http://www.deseretnews.com/article/865657728/Mormon-missionaries-to-remain-in-Russia-despite-new-law-restricting-missionary-work.html?pg=all" target="_blank">here's an article about the new law in Russia</a>. {my MTC companion and mission president are quoted in this!}. but I think it will have a positive impact, actually. or so my friends there say!<br />
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long story short, there have been ups and downs. lots of them. but life is good!<br />
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but here I am! I've spent the last couple weeks falling back in love with Colorado, third-wheeling my parents, skyping lots of people, and figuring out what I'm going to do with my life. so, it's been a productive couple weeks, I would say.<br />
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we spent Pioneer Days with my mom's family, like usual, and it was just as great as I remember. so we spent a week or so there. and other than that, this summer has been pretty normal {ATTENTION: the word "normal" is my favorite word and english speakers need to start using it more often. WHY DO WE NOT USE THIS WORD??}<br />
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and so that's it. that's all I've got for you. I'm impressed I wrote this much & thanks for the inspiration Barb (:<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-33457111870132675422016-06-29T18:51:00.001-06:002016-06-29T18:52:31.828-06:00дома {home}.well, my friends. 18 months later and I'm home. I got back last friday night. If we're being honest here, I actually didn't think I would continue blogging once I got home, but I did a lot of thinking and decided that if I struggled to keep a journal on a mission, I doubt I was going to get better after a mission. So here I am.<br />
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My mission was incredible. I think part of my heart is still wandering around Russia without me. The people I met, the experiences I had, the things I learned... priceless. When I was being released my stake president asked me "if you could describe your mission briefly, what would you say?" That's a tough question. A really tough question. But I decided on "<i>life-changing</i>". Because that's what the last 18 months have been. And I'll be sticking to that.<br />
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It's been really nice to be home, but of course I miss my Russia. My family is the best and I came home to decorated signs and blown up balloons and 'welcome home' posters and... well, the whole works. It was fun to spend a couple of days with my nieces and nephews and have a couple days to relax. My parents recently moved so it was fun to come home to a new house!<br />
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Well, that's all I've got now. Of course this won't be the last post about my mission, but this is just a short and sweet little post saying I'm home and happy! я вас люблю!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-13475312442003868832015-01-13T15:00:00.000-07:002015-01-13T15:32:55.482-07:00see ya in 18!I'm off! Tonight I get set apart as a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and tomorrow I enter the Missionary Training Center (MTC). I love this gospel and I love my Savior Jesus Christ. I'm excited to learn everything I can and to love the Russian people and culture. I am so grateful for the opportunity I have over the next 18 months to devote my life, full-time, to this gospel. I know that the Book of Mormon is true more than anything else in my life. It goes hand-in-hand with the Bible to be the word of God on the Earth today. I know that this is the true church of Jesus Christ and I love it.<br />
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I'm so thankful for my family. I'm so thankful for my friends. I'm so thankful for this gospel and how it has changed my life. See you in 18 months!<br />
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And while I'm gone, I want to hear from YOU!<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">email: </span><br />
<b>erica{dot}decker{at}ldsmail{dot}net</b><br />
***I'm allowed to email one day a week. I have limited time so I will be sending a mass email every week. If you would like to be on the list, let me know! Or if you just want to shoot me an email {DO IT} I'll reply! I <i>will not </i>have a missionary blog like many other missionaries due to mission rules for my safety and that of the members/investigators of the church in Russia.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">address:</span><br />
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Dear Elder {january 2015 - mid-march 2015} They will print your letter and give it to me THAT DAY! And it's <i>free</i>.<br />
<b> -> go to <u><a href="http://dearelder.com/">dearelder.com</a></u></b><br />
<b> -> on the top of the page, choose "write a letter"</b><br />
<b> -> in the letter selection, choose "Provo MTC", then "write a missionary"</b><br />
<b> -> fill in your information</b><br />
<b> -> then my name as "Sister Erica Decker"</b><br />
<b> -> unit number "4", mission code "RUS-MOS", MTC departure date "Mar 17"</b><br />
<b> -> then write a letter in the box and send it!</b><br />
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MTC {january 2015 - mid-march 2015}<br />
<b>Sister Erica Michelle Decker</b><br />
<b> Mar 17 RUS-MOS</b><br />
<b> 2005 N 900 E Unit 4</b><br />
<b> Provo, UT 84602</b><br />
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Mission home - letters {mid-march 2015 - july 2016}<br />
<b>Sister Erica Michelle Decker</b><br />
<b> Russia Moscow Mission</b><br />
<b> Muravskaya St</b><br />
<b> Moscow</b><br />
<b> Moscow 125310</b><br />
<b> Russia</b><br />
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Mission home - packages {mid-march 2015 - july 2016}<br />
<b>Sister Erica Michelle Decker</b><br />
<b> Russia Moscow Mission</b><br />
<b> Muravskaya St, 1 D, Floor 3</b><br />
<b> Moscow</b><br />
<b> Moscow 125310</b><br />
<b> Russia</b><br />
<b> phone: 7 499-424-0180</b> {this number has to be part of the address, too}<br />
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Oh, and as a going away present for me, you should get yourself a <u><a href="http://www.mormon.org/free-book-of-mormon" target="_blank">FREE Book of Mormon</a></u> and read it! Then send me a letter and I'll be so happy I'll probably cry. Do it. It's my favorite book in the whole world. Oh, and also check out <u><a href="http://mormon.org/" target="_blank">mormon.org</a></u>. It's a cool place. And my <u><a href="http://mormon.org/me/DK2T" target="_blank">mormon.org site</a></u>!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-87650784870796585042015-01-13T11:25:00.000-07:002015-01-13T11:25:17.504-07:00ouray ice festival.My parents and I spent our last Saturday in Ouray watching the ice climbing festival and hiking into Box Canyon Fall {like we do quite often- <u><a href="http://ericamichelledecker.blogspot.com/2014/06/zachs-homecomingouray-black-canyon.html" target="_blank">here</a></u> and <u><a href="http://ericamichelledecker.blogspot.com/2012/12/ouray.html" target="_blank">here</a></u>!} It was as beautiful as ever and so fun to see all the ice climbers- SO MANY OF THEM- and the hundreds of people watching! I've lived 45 minutes from the Ice Festival and never been, so it was neat finally seeing it.<br />
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oh, and I go to the MTC TOMORROW. where has time gone?!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-23768884420089343842015-01-09T11:00:00.000-07:002015-01-09T11:12:18.029-07:00& when you hear big ben, you're home again.I've had this post drafted for weeks. So here it finally is- <b>London changed me.</b> I said that about high school, I said that about freshmen year, and here I am saying that about my study abroad. The difference is that, unlike the first two, I may be the only person who really understands it. Well, me & the 39 other adopted siblings I had for 14 weeks. It's weird how, in the moment, I didn't really think about it. I didn't feel like anything was changing. But now that I'm home I really notice it. I was a different person in London and I hope that I brought a little piece of that home with me.<br />
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A study abroad seems like an <i>extremely</i> selfish thing to do. and it is, in its own way. After all, I basically cleared out my savings account {I paid for half + all of my spending. aka every penny I earned working a full time job + 3 part time jobs this summer} and I really didn't do much to better the world. The only thing that I did that didn't involve entertaining myself was church. and I loved every single second of it. I was put in a ward on the outskirts of London-- it took well over an hour commute each way but I wouldn't have traded it for the Hyde park chapel around the corner from the centre, not in a million years. I met people that literally changed the way I look at life. I met people with the most incredible faith. People that have truly been changed by the gospel. And I got to call them my friends. Words don't really describe what it's like to interview a lady for a religion paper and sit in the room while she tells you her heartbreaking life story. She tells you about the challenges she's overcome and you come to the realization that you wouldn't have gotten to hear anything like this at home. Let's face it, Montrose isn't exactly known for diverse cultures. If you asked me about my favorite memory from study abroad, it would be that afternoon.<br />
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I always talk about the adventures I want to have and the places I want to travel, but the past 4 months have taught me a really important lesson: <b>it's not the place, it's the people</b>. I tell myself that I've become better at living in the moment and enjoying the people I'm with, after all, adventures are harder to come by when there's no one else to talk to. I was lucky enough to share my London adventure with 39 ASTOUNDING people. I could say something I admire about every single person I lived with last semester, but I'm especially grateful for the ones I spent every day with. The ones who became life-long friends. The group who understood that Portabello crepes on a Saturday morning were a necessity and that having dance parties in the bathroom every night is perfectly normal. I love you girls.<br />
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<b>I learned a lot about me</b>. Since I'm not really a writer, it's hard to explain some things, but I can tell you that without London, I wouldn't be going on a mission. I wouldn't have been able to ship off to Russia for a year and a half without the experiences I had last semester. I would probably be packing my bags for BYU right now if it hadn't been for the day on the beacon and in the first LDS chapel or for the waiting time before doing baptisms in the London temple. Or for that matter, if it hadn't been for the culmination of most of my experiences this fall. I really don't know how missionaries can do it without a good in-between phase like a study abroad. It doesn't seem like it, but a study abroad is hard. Not mission-hard, but just difficult. You live, eat, and breathe with the same people every single day. You're seven hours ahead and 5000 miles away from the people that you really want to talk to. And even though you're living in the most beautiful city in the world, with what have to be the funniest people BYU could possibly provide, it gets rough. But you learn so much. You learn patience and gratitude and looking beyond yourself.<br />
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I learned that the more I travel, the more I want to travel. I've always loved going new places-- Everyone in my family complains about airports and hotels, but frankly I love them. I claim a window seat every single time. God created a beautiful world and it makes me so sad to see people content with knowing only a small part of it. I love Colorado with all of my heart, but there is so sooo much more out there!<br />
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In a lot of ways I'm still the same person I was. I still love Coldplay and country music with all of my heart. I still can't resist a chocolate chip Subway cookie and roses are still the worst flowers ever made. I still can't go outside at night without looking up at the stars in awe and I collect wayy to many pictures. <i>But I've also changed in a lot of ways</i>. I made a lot of decisions with a clear perspective- without my parents or childhood friends or singles ward Sunday school teachers telling me who to be and where my life should go. I can successfully find my way around a city 437 times bigger than my hometown {yes, I just did that math}. I fell in love with an entire new culture. My view of the world was expanded more than I even expected.<br />
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The experiences I had while in London were nothing short of eye-opening. Do you realized that I walked by town-houses that are the same age as AMERICA. like, the country. Yeah, I went to so many cathedrals that I can't even name half of them anymore, but I got to see them. England has so much history and culture. I loved spending afternoons in the National Portrait Gallery and evenings going to world-class plays. Really, what could be better??<br />
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<b>I grew to love England and the culture</b>. Since the first day we got there, there was a thing called the "poppy appeal" going on. It took about a month for me to really understand, but once I did, it was incredible. 2014 marks one century since the start of the Great War {WWI}. WWI was more devastating for England than any other war {including WWII} and it's effects are still evident in England today. Poppies are their symbol for this war, and the Tower of London laid out a poppy for every death. So everywhere you went there would be someone standing on the corner selling paper poppies {all proceeds went to the Royal British legion} to pin on your chest. And I can honestly tell you that by mid-november 99% of people, both in London and in the other English towns we visited, wore a poppy. Can you imagine a culture that intune? I would disagree with you if you said that the entire population of America would all buy a pin that symbolized WWI or something like it. The English people are so true. Americans are really sugar coated- we call everyone our friends but aren't really true to most of them. England was opposite. If someone called you their friend, they meant it. and I loved that.</div>
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I've been gone for almost a month and I still miss the busy streets of London, and the market food, and the beautiful skyline. And I most definitely miss words that are spelled pretty {favourite, flavour, centre, theatre...} and the tube, and 27 Palace Court, and Hyde Park, and everything else. London, I love you! Thanks for giving me a life-changing 3 1/2 months!</div>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><i>"When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life. For there is in London all that life can afford." -</i>Samuel Johnson</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-26085701578280749812015-01-09T10:44:00.000-07:002015-01-09T10:47:19.390-07:00jumping through England.Aimee, Ellen, Hannah, and I {and sometimes others} had a fun tradition of taking jumping pictures--<br />
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p.s. this post is mainly for my personal benefit so I can look back and laugh. so sorry about the dozens of pictures.....<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-42659178685209790422015-01-02T23:43:00.001-07:002015-01-03T18:28:38.254-07:00christmas//mission farewell.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
This Christmas was one for the books! It was the first time everyone has been together since before Zach's mission, and it won't happen again for two years. I finally got to meet my nephew {who is the cutest kid you've ever seen} and I got to hang out with the rest of my nieces and nephews. It was great to have the whole family back together! We're just as crazy, and loud, and hilarious {at least I think so} as I remember. For Christmas Ryan, Tiffany, and Zach are digitizing all of the family videos so that made for a lot of quoting and memories {"MMOOOMM, can you movie me doing a little dance?" "Zach, buddy, that's not cereal, that's laundry detergent."} All around, it was a fun&laughter filled week.</div>
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Then we had even MORE family get into town for my farewell! My Aunt and her family made it as well as a few cousins on my dad's side and my sweet Grandma. We ate lots of food {surprise}, played lots of games {surprise}, and talked {a lot. surprise.} and I loved it. I have the greatest family in the world!<br />
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And that is the {not so complete} story of how grateful I am for my family. It's going to be a bittersweet 18 months without all of them.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-27922840608540875082015-01-02T15:38:00.002-07:002015-01-09T16:57:27.076-07:00Utah & New Mexico.My flight home from London was an adventure. Let's first remember I no longer have a cell phone and I was tired and had spent the first good chunk of the day crying {it sounds like I cry a lot... I really don't. just when I'm forced to leave the most beautiful city in the world} My flight from Chicago to Denver was super delayed so I missed the connecting flight to Montrose. My parents and I were planning to leave the next morning to drive to Salt Lake but the little guy at the counter was bound and determined that I couldn't do anything but get on the next flight for Montrose {which, by the way, wasn't until 11:30 am the next day}.<br />
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So at this point I haven't eaten real food for 32 hours, I've been awake for 23 hours straight, and I'm frantically trying to figure out what to do by iMessaging my dad since I don't have any American coins to pay for a payphone and, well... it definitely wasn't a high point in my life. But the good news is that the angry man sent me to the United help desk and that lady was my favorite human being in the world. She took pity on me and as soon as the airport was paging me on behalf of my parents, she told me "hun, I'm not letting your daddy's little girl spend the night in the airport! We're getting you home!" {United is my favorite airline now btw} And so I flew straight to Salt Lake where Danielle picked me up and I got to sleep in and it was lovely. {and my luggage didn't make it but at least I had a bed so it was worth it}<br />
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My mom and I spent Friday afternoon mission shopping {small town CO girls don't have the luxury of lots of mission appropriate clothing stores... so we had to get all the shopping done in 4 hours} then Friday night I went through the temple! I've always loved the Oquirrh Mountain temple and it was so special having my parents, Danielle and Jayson, and Zach there!<br />
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And Saturday we went to the Mormon Tabernacle Choir concert! This concert is seriously one of my favorite nights of the entire year and I can't imagine Christmas without going. Well, Cady drove up and went with us! I LOVED seeing her for the first time since July! I missed her. And 2016//2017 when Cady, Kayla, and I are reunited is going to be the best thing since sliced bread. And I'm pretty excited for it.<br />
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Then we finally made it home!...for two whole days. And we were off to Albuquerque for my cousin's wedding. AND I GOT TO GO TO THE SEALING. guys, someday I'm getting married in the temple and I am so stoked. Plus all my mom's brothers and sisters were there and quite a few cousins. It was so fun to see everyone before I leave!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1004998284848670230.post-49925579164799606982014-12-31T16:05:00.001-07:002014-12-31T16:05:54.151-07:00BYU London Centre {post-remodel}.I've had quite a few people ask for pictures of the London Centre! The London Centre, 27 Palace Court, is located in the Nottinghill area of London near Hyde Park and Kensington Garden. It's made up of two Victorian townhouses built in the late 1800's.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Library {aka where I lived a lot of the time}</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">servery... where we ate all our meals</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">just imagine 1 fridge and 40 people. good times, man.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">View from Room 2 window</td></tr>
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And I somehow managed to not take a picture of the bathrooms or the downstairs. but that's the idea of it!Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17642856528444985544noreply@blogger.com0