<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887639717460395</id><updated>2012-01-21T11:51:45.372-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rosalina</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Rosalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701693695049560832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaPmBSQkiOA/SM_1rxDBHCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/skv7MDmXMeY/S220/IMG_3483.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887639717460395.post-8735226001015402982</id><published>2011-03-20T23:15:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T01:07:09.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break Fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So this whole long distance thing really sucks. Lucky for me my wonderful fiancé had spring break this past week and was able to come up and visit me for a whole 9 days! It was fantastic. And a HUGE thank you to my friends Sarah and Craig for letting Jon stay there for the week. They're so great.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now for a recap of our week together. On Friday Jon's flight got in at 1:49 pm. I'm supposed to have class till 1:50 and so I was bad and ended up skipping it. Yep I'm a bad student... So I got to the airport and last semester I had gotten the idea to pick him up from the airport and make a sign the says, "I waited for you" and hold it wearing a wedding dress. This same friend who gave me the idea had a wedding dress (actually more like a white prom dress) that she used for the same thing when her home teacher asked her to pick him up from the airport awhile ago. What I was going for was the whole crazy Mormon girl that waited for her missionary and is ready to just get married. Now the trick was getting him to dress nice without it sounding fishy and luckily the day before he totally set me up. We were just talking and he mentioned something about me wearing a dress and I readily agreed and told him I would be wearing an awesome dress but he had to dress nice too. It was pretty funny just standing there as people walked by and stared at me. But boy was I nervous/excited to see him. And as soon as I saw him I think it took me all of two seconds before I ran and jumped on him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He loved it :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q37f89JUdrw/TYbU_-95jJI/AAAAAAAAABw/eC-zxAEra2w/s1600/IMG_0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q37f89JUdrw/TYbU_-95jJI/AAAAAAAAABw/eC-zxAEra2w/s320/IMG_0246.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586386583499148434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did so much together this week. Friday night we went to lunch at the Res Iguana with some friends from Austin that now live in Salt Lake area. Saturday Jon was a good sport and spent all day at a guard competition with me. That night we went bowling. Jon is taking a bowling class and loves to bowl so he started to teach me how to throw a curve ball. It's pretty addicting. I don't even pay attention to my score anymore and I just try and focus on my technique. And Jon is an awesome teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sunday we went to church with Sarah and Craig and then had brunch with them afterwards. And then we took a nap. And don't worry we napped in separate beds. Man I can't wait till we can just sleep next to each other all the time. I just can't wait to wake up next to him everyday. Just had a nice and relaxing Sunday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday I had class and then guard rehearsal and Jon just came along with me to rehearsal and just watched me do my thing. Then we just hung out at my apartment, made dinner and watched a movie I think.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday we went running in the morning and I totally kicked Jon's butt. Granted we was using some excuse are the dryer air and the altitude or something like that. I don't know what that was about lol. But really we both did really well running that morning. And maybe it helped a little so I only gained like 9 pounds instead of 10 this week. After we went running I had to study and take a test. I actually didn't end up getting a ton of studying done but I still had to take my test anyway. And then we had dinner at Sarah and Craig's and played scrabble. Really good game and Jon and I totally won! And then we went hot tubbing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wednesday I had class and rehearsal again and then Ashleigh came over to my apartment to meet Jon. And then we went to my Aunt Becky and Uncle Jimmy's house.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thursday we had lunch with Ashleigh and then I had to go and take two tests and I had a paper due that evening. Stupid school keeping me from spending all the time that I want with my man. And we also watched the BYU game.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday after I got done with class we headed up to Jason and Kara's for dinner. On the way we had to stop in Salt Lake because I had forgotten to turn in an assignment and it was due at five so we stopped by to visit Jon's old boss and I emailed my assignment in. My Uncle Steve and Aunt Kim had driven all the way down from Boise for dinner so they could meet Jon which was awesome. They're always fun to have around. Slowly but surely Jon is meeting all my family. Kara was saying that he's lucky cause she had to meet everyone in the family at a wedding. But now Jon has meet all of my siblings and their spouses and children except for Joe who he'll meet after we've been married ten months and Joe gets home from his mission. But dinner went relaly well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Saturday we went and spent the day in Salt Lake. Went and got chocolate at Hatch Family Chocolates and ended up seeing one of the little chocolatiers! And the chocolate was really yummy too.  Expensive but I kinda expected that since they do have a tv show and are famous. And of course w went to temple square. We did a tour of the conference center. The girl that did our tour was really cute and kept on practicing her little presentation like we were nonmembers even though I had mentioned that I'm go to BYU and Jon had served a mission. And then when we got on the roof there was a couple that had just gotten engaged. It was cute. And we also walked around the temple and the visitor centers. In the south visitors center there's this cool new model of the temple that reminds me of a doll house that is cut out on one side so you can see the inside of it. I thought that was really cool. I'm soooo excited for when I finally get to go through the temple myself and then of course when I get to go in and get sealed to Jon for time and all eternity! I love my baby! We also drove by the two apartments that Jon used to live in. Boy do they look like crap holes. I just laughed and was like "you seriously lived there?" They looked bad from the outside. Apparently the inside of the one matches the outside but the other one was actually nicer on the inside than it looked. And then we went to eat at Tucanos. It was good but I would definitely suggest going for lunch instead of dinner though cause it's a better bang for your buck. But I would watch out cause it's like all they're trying to do is get people in and out of there. Literally thirty seconds after we stood up to leave they were already at our table and clearing it. I had barely just started to put my jacket on. And the waiter also forgot to bring Jon's debit card back with the receipts to sign so we had to go back late that night to get it since they aren't open on Sundays, it was almost midnight when we got back there to get it. And we also went bowling that night with Jessica and Tyson. That was pretty fun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On top of the conference center&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--rc6I2Ev6Mk/TYbmWzbkdvI/AAAAAAAAAB4/cv4PLoxqrPc/s320/IMG_0259.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586405667237033714" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today we played a game of Settlers and then went to sacrament with Jessica and Tyson. Then it was time for me to take Jon to the airport for him to go back to Texas. Definitely my least favorite part of the trip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know this is going to be the last time I'm apart from him and that it's only gonna be five weeks till I'm with him again but every time I have to say goodbye to him it just gets harder. I hate it so much. He started laughing at me though cause when we were saying goodbye at the airport I was hugging him and wouldn't let him go. Seriously don't do the long distance thing if you can avoid it. It's the absolute worst. I just wish he was here with me still. I got home and just slept cause I just didn't feel like doing anything else. And I was secretly hoping that I would wake up and our long distance would be all over. It didn't work. But I'm sooooooo close to being with him again and not having to do the long distance thing ever again. I'm just so ready to be married to him and get to see him everyday and just have to say goodnight and know I'm wake up and see him first thing in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I should also mention how awesome Jon is. While I was in class and taking tests, Jon had to entertain himself. He did some bowling and took some naps but my wonderful fiancé also took the time to get the oil changed in my car and put rain x on Rona's window's. Makes the ride smoother and it is so much easier to see when its raining. I'm so extremely lucky to have a man who loves me so much and treats me so well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2887639717460395-8735226001015402982?l=rthomas1210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/feeds/8735226001015402982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887639717460395&amp;postID=8735226001015402982' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/8735226001015402982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/8735226001015402982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/2011/03/spring-break-fun.html' title='Spring Break Fun!'/><author><name>Rosalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701693695049560832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaPmBSQkiOA/SM_1rxDBHCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/skv7MDmXMeY/S220/IMG_3483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Q37f89JUdrw/TYbU_-95jJI/AAAAAAAAABw/eC-zxAEra2w/s72-c/IMG_0246.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887639717460395.post-6185865341893202723</id><published>2011-01-30T02:34:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T02:42:29.883-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh how he makes me happy...</title><content type='html'>So I was on facebook talking to Jon tonight and here is something he said that I just thought was really cute.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_100000939416143_undefined" style="margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;"I would have normally been unphased by you but that 4th dimension was envolved....the thing that love consists of....it was just showing up more and more when i was around you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_100000939416143_undefined" style="margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;i was powerless to you"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_100000939416143_undefined" style="margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="fbChatMessage fsm" jsid="message" id="msg_100000939416143_undefined" style="margin-bottom: 3px; white-space: pre-wrap; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;This just reminded me of something you might read in a book. Definitely fit for two characters in love. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2887639717460395-6185865341893202723?l=rthomas1210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/feeds/6185865341893202723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887639717460395&amp;postID=6185865341893202723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/6185865341893202723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/6185865341893202723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/2011/01/oh-how-he-makes-me-happy.html' title='Oh how he makes me happy...'/><author><name>Rosalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701693695049560832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaPmBSQkiOA/SM_1rxDBHCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/skv7MDmXMeY/S220/IMG_3483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887639717460395.post-8509349646210576161</id><published>2010-11-16T00:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T01:58:59.435-06:00</updated><title type='text'>6 Days and counting!</title><content type='html'>OMG!!!!! I"m so excited to be going home in 6 days! Well technically it's a little more like 5 days and 12 hours till I land at the airport in Austin. I don't think anyone realizes how freaking excited I am! Well I guess Jon might. lol&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So since I last posted I talked to Jon about everything that was on my mind. I feel tons better about everything and I pretty much figured that's how it would turn out. I mean Jon does love me more than anything in the world and he does his best to keep me happy. And happy he has made me. It's like his sole purpose in life is to make me happy and he does a fantastic job of it. He's so much more than I could hope for. Seriously. He's so good and puts up with me even when I get upset over silly things. And he's so great that he'll probably even put up with me when I jump on him at the airport and don't let go of him the entire week. Well I guess that last part he won't mind too much... lol And can I just say that I can't wait to kiss him? Cause I can't. Can't it just be Sunday already?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm so ready for Thanksgiving break. I'll get to eat lots of fantastic Thanksgiving food and gain ten pounds. Jon and I will actually be splitting Thanksgiving between my house and his. I've only ever spent Thanksgiving with my family and Ashleigh's family so this should be a fun new experience. I'm also excited cause I'm gonna go do some shopping too! I could use some new clothes cause I don't have too many that fit at the moment. I could definitely use some new jeans cause right now I have like one pair that really fits. The rest just fall off. Next week I'm also going to get a mani and pedi with Jon's sister Linda. I haven't gone that many times but I love getting my nails done! I just don't do it cause when I do guard my nails break like no bodies business anyway so what's the point? Jon's also taking me to the restaurant he works at. I've never been before but I hear El Arbol is supposed to be really nice. And what's super exciting is that I'll have new pictures of me and Jon after next week! We have a total of 11 of the two of us together right now. It's kind of pathetic. It needs to be fixed and fixed it will be. And plus I can never have too many pictures of that handsome man of mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to sum of this post, Jon is amazing and loves me more than anything else in the world which is good cause I feel the same way about him. I get to see him in six days and can't wait! And Thanksgiving break is going to be amazing this year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2887639717460395-8509349646210576161?l=rthomas1210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/feeds/8509349646210576161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887639717460395&amp;postID=8509349646210576161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/8509349646210576161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/8509349646210576161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/2010/11/6-days-and-counting.html' title='6 Days and counting!'/><author><name>Rosalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701693695049560832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaPmBSQkiOA/SM_1rxDBHCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/skv7MDmXMeY/S220/IMG_3483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887639717460395.post-5456633890149247105</id><published>2010-11-07T02:54:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T20:56:08.355-06:00</updated><title type='text'>81 down and 14 to go!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I haven't updated this thing in almost a year and I can't sleep so why not blog at 2 in the morning? I was tired earlier but I've just had so many things running through my head. Most of those thoughts have to do with Jon. That shouldn't be too surprising, considering I think about him every second of every day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So Jon.... He's an absolutely wonderful man and I love him with all my heart. He is the best man I could ask for, but there is one huge down side, he lives 1243 miles away! I guess it is kind of my fault since I'm the one that left Texas to come to school in Utah, but either way long distance SUCKS! I would never ever suggest long distance to anyone. My heart has literally been ripped out of my body and is still residing back in Texas while the rest of me is here in Utah. As you can imagine, it's incredibly hard for me to function. I can never seem to concentrate on school. And it's not being helped by the fact that Provo is the engagement capital of the world! I'm surrounded by all these blissfully happy couples that are holding hands and kissing and other types of PDA and it's just not fair! And what makes it even worse is when I hear girls complain that their boyfriends are around them too much. Hey, at least he's here and you get to see him! Why do I have to be so far away from Jon? There have been a couple times when I've wondered if this whole getting an education thing is even worth being away from Jon. It is of course, but it's just so hard to concentrate on school, homework and tests when all I can think about is Jon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think one of the harder things, besides not actually being able to see the other person whenever I want, is having a boyfriend that doesn't even like talking on the phone. He talks on the phone with me of course because he loves me. We talk on the phone anywhere from 2 to four times a week, but I sometimes get that feeling that Jon would be totally fine if our relationship just consisted of texting and chatting on facebook. I on the other hand would not be able to handle that so of course we talk on the phone. I would probably go crazy if I didn't get to hear his voice(which is sexy according to my roommate Elicia lol) at least once every few days. And even though Jon doesn't agree, chatting on facebook or texting is not nearly the same as talking on the phone. There's just something about hearing his voice that is so much more reassuring. I think the biggest issue for me is that when I start talking to Jon I really don't ever want to get off the phone and so I end up keeping him on the phone longer than he actually wants and he is usually tired and just wants to go to sleep. You would think that I would be happy that I got my way and talked to him longer. False. Yeah I maybe happy during the time that we're actually on the phone, but then when we get off I feel guilty for keeping him up later and making him do something that he doesn't want to do. The difference in our phone conversation desires also makes me feel like I'm crazy and overly needy and I just hate feeling like that. On the other hand, if I didn't talk to him I wouldn't feel as close to him and I would probably actually go crazy. And plus I love hearing his laugh. It's sooooooo cute! That sound of disgust he sometimes makes is hilarious! lol I can't help but laugh just thinking about it right now. Then there's those butterflies I get whenever I hear him say, "I love you." And you just can't forget his voice itself. Elicia is right, my boyfriend has a sexy voice. Omg! I miss that man soooooo much! I know it's only two weeks till I get to see him but the closer it gets the more I miss him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well now it's on to the more vague portion of this blog post. I know I probably shouldn't even mention it but I just need somewhere to at least let some of these feelings known. So have you ever had an issue come up that you know you shouldn't worry yourself over at all? Well that's kind of where I'm at right now. Logically I think about the matter at hand and I know how the process of everything works so I shouldn't be bothered by this matter. It doesn't even really concern me in a sense. The problem here is that my heart just doesn't seem to agree with my brain on this. This is something I've known about for awhile now and when it has popped into my head it bothers me, but for the most part I just try not to think about it. Well these past few days I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. I went to Smith's late tonight to get a pie for break the fast tomorrow after getting off the phone with Jon. It crept into my mind yet again and when I got back to my apartment I just sat in my car crying for about fifteen minutes. It's just a source of such emotional pain for me right now. I feel hurt, sadness, anger, resentment, and confusion all at the same time. It's just so freaking overwhelming at times! Most of what I feel is hurt and confusion. But then on top of it all I feel so incredibly guilty because this shouldn't be affecting me at all! I shouldn't be feeling this way! Can't someone just take these feelings away please! I know I should talk to Jon about all this and tell him how I feel but I feel so guilty that I just can't seem to. Talking to him last night there were a couple times when I could have said something but I just chickened out. But at least I know I'm not the only one to ever go through this. I went out to diner with a friend of mine the other night and she actually went through a similar situation and had some of the exact same feelings and thoughts as me. She suggested that I go talk to my bishop because that really helped her. I think I just might take her advice. The idea of talking to the bishop is a little scary since I don't really know him that well but I need to get over that and go talk to him. I need to just grow a pair and talk to Jon about it too but still don't think I can unless for some reason he brings it up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To whomever might be reading this, I know you're probably curious as to what I'm talking about. If you want to ask, go ahead and ask me what I'm talking about because I won't mind because I'm a curious person myself and would want to know if I were you. Just don't expect for me to actually tell you because there are a very select few people who I will actually talk to this about. As of this moment, the friend I mentioned earlier is the only person that I've actually talked to about this. Just don't be hurt when I tell you I don't want to talk to you about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2887639717460395-5456633890149247105?l=rthomas1210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/feeds/5456633890149247105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887639717460395&amp;postID=5456633890149247105' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/5456633890149247105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/5456633890149247105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/2010/11/81-down-and-14-to-go.html' title='81 down and 14 to go!'/><author><name>Rosalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701693695049560832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaPmBSQkiOA/SM_1rxDBHCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/skv7MDmXMeY/S220/IMG_3483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887639717460395.post-9118259886012181693</id><published>2009-12-30T10:47:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T11:01:07.857-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Break!</title><content type='html'>This break hasn't been very long at all. In no time at all I'll be headed back to Utah and that means school. I swear i just finished last semester and I'm already going back. I'm not even totally sure of which classes I'm taking. I'll figure it out though because I always do somehow. I just have to sign up for the rest of my classes. I think I'll end up just taking a bunch of classes for my major, so that means lots of homework.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This break has been pretty good. I got home at about 10 pm on Christmas Eve. I've been spending most of my time with family. I've especially enjoyed spending time with the niece and nephews. They use me like a human jungle gym and I'm ok with that cause they are just so dang cute! It's so crazy cause they have grown so much in the short time since I've seen them last. It makes be feel so old.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I just turned 22 at the beginning of the month, but I'm still starting to feel really old. I'm doing winterguard this year and this is the last year I can do it before I 'm too old. And one of my friends recently got married and I remember when I was graduating high school and she was still a mia maid in young womens. And a bunch of my other friends are getting married too and they're all younger than me too. So basically I feel old even though I'm young and in the prime of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I think that's enough of my whining. Christmas break has been fabulous. So, till next time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2887639717460395-9118259886012181693?l=rthomas1210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/feeds/9118259886012181693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887639717460395&amp;postID=9118259886012181693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/9118259886012181693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/9118259886012181693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-break.html' title='Christmas Break!'/><author><name>Rosalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701693695049560832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaPmBSQkiOA/SM_1rxDBHCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/skv7MDmXMeY/S220/IMG_3483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887639717460395.post-6189744897192269870</id><published>2009-11-18T00:27:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T00:47:56.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SO TIRED!!!!</title><content type='html'>I feel like I'm just constantly tired. I'm exhausted as I'm typing right now. I really need to just shower and go to bed but I swear that I am incapable of making rational decisions and going to bed at a decent hour. And it doesn't help that all I can think about is that I have SIX straight hours of class tomorrow. I have so much homework all the time this semester. All the people that I talk to that have taken both chem 105 and physics 105 have told me I'm crazy for taking both of them this semester. And I have two test this week to and so many other things to do as well. I'm so eager for this week to be over.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanksgiving is just next week and I could not be more excited!!!!! And that means I can start listening to Christmas music very soon. I think I scared Kat today when I made that realization and got really excited. Granted it's not very hard to scare her. She jumps when someone knocks on the door.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since I haven't been on here in a while I'll just do a quick highlights of my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Back at BYU&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Decided to major in Exercise Science&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I have 6 AMAZING Roommates!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My best friend is on a mission and I have some how figured out how to manage my own life without her.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;After getting my bs the plan is to go on to study Physical Therapy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Still doing the colorguard thing&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm serving on the service committee in my ward&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I try to make it to the temple as often as I can which unfortunately isn't very often&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thanksgiving is next week!!!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;23 days till the last day of class and my 22nd birthday!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The fact that I'm generally surrounded by amazing people&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well it really is time for bed. Sweet dreams everyone!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2887639717460395-6189744897192269870?l=rthomas1210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/feeds/6189744897192269870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887639717460395&amp;postID=6189744897192269870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/6189744897192269870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/6189744897192269870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/2009/11/so-tired.html' title='SO TIRED!!!!'/><author><name>Rosalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701693695049560832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaPmBSQkiOA/SM_1rxDBHCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/skv7MDmXMeY/S220/IMG_3483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887639717460395.post-5081350919969170447</id><published>2009-03-12T09:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:14:03.265-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Good</title><content type='html'>I love life! I may not be going to school right now and am currently jobless but I'm loving life. I'm surprisingly content with life and I'm actually looking forward to going back to BYU in the fall. I'm actually not sure why me and BYU didn't get along in the first place. I think I'm more excited because I think I have found something that I might actually enjoy majoring in besides my unattainable dream of being a professional dancer. I haven't really looked into it much but I have discussed this with Ashleigh and we both think that I would be very wise to pursue physical therapy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That brings me to another point. I'm going to miss Ashleigh so much!!!!! I'm so happy that she's going on a mission and i just know that she will love it so much but I'm selfish and I want her to stay just so I can talk to her everyday, or when I freak out and need my best friend to talk to. Noone else really understands the weird, crazy thoughts that run through my head that I just have to tell someone else. I'll live somehow. I did manage to survive life somehow for 18 years before I met her. And I guess letter writing will suffice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this is a life is good post I guess I might as well make a list of things in my life that make me happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The gospel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ashleigh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My other friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My family&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My boyfriend&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Puppies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Shoes&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Maybe finally deciding on a major&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Flowers&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kisses from Tory&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hugs&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Being healthy and free of sickness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and lots of other things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2887639717460395-5081350919969170447?l=rthomas1210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/feeds/5081350919969170447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887639717460395&amp;postID=5081350919969170447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/5081350919969170447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/5081350919969170447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/2009/03/life-is-good.html' title='Life is Good'/><author><name>Rosalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701693695049560832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaPmBSQkiOA/SM_1rxDBHCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/skv7MDmXMeY/S220/IMG_3483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887639717460395.post-4831215134354714168</id><published>2009-01-06T18:56:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T19:52:50.941-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Lights</title><content type='html'>I swear I'm not afraid of heights but after I'm finished you may be convinced otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier today I was throwing a football with Sandra and she got tired and left me outside. I wasn't ready to go inside so I was laying in the hammock deciding what I wanted to do. It would take too long to find a basketball to shoot some hoops and then I realized that it was six days into the new year and our Christmas lights were still up. I go into the garage and get out the ladder and start with the lights on the side of the house and after I was done with those it was time to get on the roof to get the ones on the front because you can't reach those from the ladder. So I positioned the ladder near the porch where it makes a corner and it's the easiest to get on right there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I was on the house I could tell that the roof did not look this steep from the ground. I was able to make it from the top and I was fine just sitting there overlooking the neighborhood. I really like being able to look around from up there because you can just see so much more. Then I realized that to actually get to lights off I to venture down the roof and there is just not as much to hold onto. I set out to take the lights down so I was going to do it. I just sat there for a little while trying to prepare myself but I could tell waiting wasn't going to help as my heart rate increased so I just went after it. I went down the one side and made it without dieing so I was feeling good. I sat there on top and enjoyed myself a little more. After I conquered the other side I was done. I got off the roof and decided that my dad could tackle the garage side of the house because that side is a lot worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the incline just freaked me out. I haven't been home around the time that we put up and took down the lights for the last couple of years. But I do remember always being excited about getting on the roof. When I was little I would actually climb up a tree to get on the roof at our house back in California to just get away. I could could actually hide up there for hours without anyone finding me. Then again the incline on that roof was next to nothing. I also loved to help put up the lights at my Grandparents house but the roof at that house is flat. The scary put about getting up there was you got on there from the patio of the apartment above the garage and the wood was rotting really badly in some places. There was actually a piece of wood covering a hole in the wood. I've heard that the patio has actually been redone since the last time I was in California.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have decided that I am not afraid of heights but I definitely do not like steep inclines when I have nothing to hold onto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also figured out a few options that I have for when I have a house of my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;My house will just have a flat roof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My future husband can just be in charge of putting up and taking down Christmas lights on the outside of the house.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I could pay someone else, or they could just do it out of the kindness of their heart.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Christmas will just not be celebrated at my house because you can't have Christmas without Christmas lights. And plus it can't be that hard to be a Scrooge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.achome.co.uk/artsandcraftshome/artsandcraftshome/sub94.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 293px;" src="http://www.achome.co.uk/artsandcraftshome/artsandcraftshome/sub94.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So this isn't my house and not the same incline at all but this is what it seemed like when I was up there today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2887639717460395-4831215134354714168?l=rthomas1210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/feeds/4831215134354714168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887639717460395&amp;postID=4831215134354714168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/4831215134354714168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/4831215134354714168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/2009/01/christmas-lights.html' title='Christmas Lights'/><author><name>Rosalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701693695049560832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaPmBSQkiOA/SM_1rxDBHCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/skv7MDmXMeY/S220/IMG_3483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887639717460395.post-575569831047080040</id><published>2008-12-01T14:03:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T23:37:46.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bob That Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;So I went Down to Lisa and Daniel's for Thanksgiving. We had a pretty good time down there and ate lots of food. I baked a pecan pie, two pumpkin pies, and was in charge of the mashed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;potatoes&lt;/span&gt; for the occasion. And the most surprising thing of all was that we actually ate by noon. We had to do that because &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Joe&lt;/span&gt; had to drive back to Georgetown and go to work.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;On Friday I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;participated&lt;/span&gt; in black Friday and bought myself a laptop. I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; in love with it! I even got excited about my speaking assignment in church in 2 weeks because that just gives me an excuse to use my computer and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;printer&lt;/span&gt; that came with it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And on Saturday night we stayed for dinner and David was so cute. he was just so tired that he just fell asleep in his highchair. Now I have heard from other people that their kids did this all the time when they were little but this is not the case with Lisa's kids So I just had to capture the moment. He was falling asleep as he was drinking his bottle and woke up to eat a little more and then started to fall asleep with his bottle and then woke up breifly to put his bottle in the cup holder and then he was out for good. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=a4ac2fbca5286170&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/feeds/575569831047080040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887639717460395&amp;postID=575569831047080040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/575569831047080040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/575569831047080040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/2008/12/bob-that-head.html' title='Bob That Head'/><author><name>Rosalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701693695049560832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaPmBSQkiOA/SM_1rxDBHCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/skv7MDmXMeY/S220/IMG_3483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887639717460395.post-531746035830356801</id><published>2008-11-11T23:05:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T00:14:16.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Children, Housework, and Marriage</title><content type='html'>Kids really do say the darnest things. I'm in the kitchen this afternoon and Cali lifts up my shirt and tells me I have a big tummy. Thanks is my response. Then she asks, "Rosa, how many babies are in your tummy?" Just to clarify things with everyone, there are no babies in my tummy. I had to explain this to Cali and tell her that before I make her any cousins I first need to find a guy and get married. I also reassured her that I would let her know when I do have a baby in my tummy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've been kidnapped by Lisa and Daniel and I think I might finally make it back on Thursday. I've been having fun playing with the kids and helping Lisa with her projects and cooking and cleaning. Today I worked on sewing some pj pants for Cali and we baked cookies. My domestic future just seems to be getting brighter and brighter. I don't know why but the word domestic just rubs me the wrong way. Makes me think of a 50's housewife who looks perfect all the time and always has her house and kids in order. Life is disordered and nobody is expected to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really weird though because I used to be totally turned off by the idea of marriage and being expected to pop out babies asap. Especially when I was at BYU and I would see this young girl having kids while they are still in school. One day I was sitting in class and just wondering what the possibilty was of some young girl's water breaking on the exact chair that I am sitting in. Chills go down my spine just thinking about it. And just hearing about all these girls my age getting married makes me sick. I just feel that there are a good number of KIDS my age are just not ready for marriage and need to grow up. I will admit that the amount it does now is a whole lot less than it used to be. I've actually warmed up to the idea quite a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What weirds me out is the fact that I'm getting to the point that I can imagine myself getting married and having a family of my own. I remember those lessons in young womens on marriage and thinking who really cares, I'll get married someday but that's a long ways off. Now it's probably only a couple years off and I'm beginning to think that I'm ok with that. But unlike my friend John thinks, I will not be married by the time he gets off his mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am firmly under the belief that people need to go into marriage knowing who they are and who they are marrying. Marriage is complicated and confusing enough that you need to try to be as truthful as possible because how disappointed would you be to think you're marrying one person and finding out they are completely different than what you believed them to be. It's really just in your best interest to be honest with yourself and others. Which brings me to another point, I don't believe in short courtships either. I can't imagine planning on spending eternity with someone I've only know for a couple weeks. I like to idea of knowing someone for at least a year before getting married because I know having just friendships it takes a while to get to know who people really are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have learned a few lessons from examples in my life to have some sort of idea what to expect and what I want:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Things won't turn out the way I plan.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It takes alot of time and effort from both people to make it work.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;There will definately be hard times, but when things get hard don't throw the towel in too  quickly because most problems can be worked through.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You married your spouse because you love them and they make you happy. Marriage is not meant to make you miserable, and no one deserves to be miserable.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Work hard to make sure you never fall out of love.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Know who you're marrying before hand.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Communicate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I've never been married so I guess you can't really consider me a good source for advice, but I hope that I have learned something in my short 20 years on this earth. But I have decided that I need to live my life more before I seriously start thinking about getting married because I need to have stories to tell besides just being able to talk about my kids because those are to only people I interact with. I really need to just hang out with people my own age when I get back to Georgetown, whenever that might be.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2887639717460395-531746035830356801?l=rthomas1210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/feeds/531746035830356801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887639717460395&amp;postID=531746035830356801' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/531746035830356801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/531746035830356801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/2008/11/children-housework-and-marriage.html' title='Children, Housework, and Marriage'/><author><name>Rosalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701693695049560832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaPmBSQkiOA/SM_1rxDBHCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/skv7MDmXMeY/S220/IMG_3483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887639717460395.post-2770329485088408203</id><published>2008-11-01T14:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:48:10.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Facial Hair</title><content type='html'>So I thought I would just share my thoughts on beards and facial hair in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaPmBSQkiOA/SQyxpLPrwaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wqvFGbX6VZA/s1600-h/Beards.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaPmBSQkiOA/SQyxpLPrwaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wqvFGbX6VZA/s320/Beards.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263777385440592290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got back to Georgetown Tuesday night and my dad, Joe and Sandra came to pick me up. I walk out of the airport and when the car pulls up out comes my father with a full beard. It was, and still is awful! I told him he looks like a terrorist, because he does with that beard. I was finally able to convince him to shave off his ugly mustache after he had it for over thirty years, and now he has this monstrosity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest I really don't understand what it is with guys and facial hair. I guess it's because I'm a woman. But as a woman, I hate it! I cannot think of any women that like facial hair. I guess I know a few but that's only a handful and they are the exception to most women I would think. I mean I can understand the thing teenage boys have with facial hair because it's like hey I can grow a beard and you can't. One would think that men would grow out of that, but I guess men are really just adolescents at heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's weird because I feel like younger men grow facial hair to look older and older men grow it to look younger. That doesn't make since because the same means cannot reach two opposing ends. I think my dad is trying to look younger or something but it just makes him look older. Especially since most of it is white. Granted I don't understand the man in the first place, so who knows. For all I know he's just trying to save money on shaving cream and razors. I actually wouldn't put that past him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well lets get off my dad and get back to the real issue. Facial Hair. Now just because I don't want to go on forever I will only cover the three general categories of facial hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beard: Some of the things I associate with beards are homeless people and terrorists. Why would you want to be associated with either one of these groups. Also who knows all the things that could get stuck in there. It looks like a birds nest, which would probably be a better use for it anyway. Someone should set up a Locks of Love for birds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mustaches: They creep me out. I associate mustaches with sexual predators and just creeps in general. I instinctively shy away from men with mustaches, especially at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goatees: Alright, so I can't really think any of negative connotations to go along with beards, but they just make me laugh. They look silly. It's sometimes just hard for me to take a man seriously when he has a goatee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I will concede that, like with every rule, there are exceptions with this one. But I should warn you, you think you're an exception to the rule, but you're probably not. It's just wishful thinking. But don't try to change that the next time you see a shooting star, or your birthday rolls around because it would just be a waste of a perfectly good wish.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2887639717460395-2770329485088408203?l=rthomas1210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/feeds/2770329485088408203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887639717460395&amp;postID=2770329485088408203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/2770329485088408203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/2770329485088408203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/2008/11/beards.html' title='Facial Hair'/><author><name>Rosalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701693695049560832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaPmBSQkiOA/SM_1rxDBHCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/skv7MDmXMeY/S220/IMG_3483.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaPmBSQkiOA/SQyxpLPrwaI/AAAAAAAAAAo/wqvFGbX6VZA/s72-c/Beards.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887639717460395.post-7120880387627210577</id><published>2008-10-24T14:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:00:52.618-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Home Soon.</title><content type='html'>So my time here in beautiful Jackson Hole is coming to a close. Ashleigh and I will be leaving right after church on Sunday to go down to Salt Lake where we will spend a few days before I fly out on Tuesday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So things have been a little busy these past few weeks. Soon after the Antelope Hunt, the 25th I believe, I went into Elk camp for like a week and a half. That was lots of fun. I spent most of the time as the babysitter for Stuart because it's kinda hard to take a seven year old when you leave camp at five in the morning. So I spent most of my days in camp lying around playing with Stuart. He discovered that I am a fun person to wrestle with and has ceased ever since. I'll be sitting on the couch and he will just come attack me. In addition I would help with cooking and staking out the horses and fetching water from the creek. One day Ashleigh and I decided to go for a ride to see if we could go find Spike Camp(a hunting camp owned by Ashleighs boss). We stumble upon a trail and decide to go right. We stumble upon a four point bull elk and Ashleigh does not have her gun. Later we decided that she should of had it anyways because we were in bear country. Well we keep going and we still can't find Spike camp so we decide to just go back to camp before it gets dark. We think that i might be easier to follow the trail we found to see if it's easier than the way we came. We came around a corner and I was like "Ashleigh there's a corral! I think it's Spike camp." Sure enough we go down there and tie up Texas and the Brute and find Barry. We talked to him for a bit and he fed us and told us if we came back the next day he would have cake for us. We got back to elk camp just in time to miss both the dark and the rain. And it also rained all the next day so we didn't get any cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We came out on the fifth and immediately had to start preparing for the Good Morning America people that were coming over on Thursday and Jim's mission farewell which was the next Sunday. You can find the clip of the Allans on the ABCNews website under Wyoming for the 50 States 50 Issues thing. And just so you know that clip of the reporter outside has Ashleigh's horse sugar in the background and had to be done like seventeen times because he had a hair sticking up. We spent lots of time cleaning and baking that week. Ashleigh and I ended up baking for than four hundred cookies for the farewell. Not as many people were able to make it up to the house as planned though because of the snow from Thursday, but there was still a good turn out. Collin was there and that was fun. As he was leaving I went up to him and asked, "so you're going to leave without saying goodbye to me?" We claimed that he did but I could stand for it because I hadn't received a hug. I said, "how are we going to further our relationship if he doesn't even hug me." I think he's warmed up to me and isn't as embrassed as he was at first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the family went down and took Jim into the MTC and Wednesday the 15th. I stayed up here so I could feed the animals and they were going down for less than a day in a cramped truck cab. Since then I've just been trying to spend time with Ashleigh. This week was demo week at the center for the arts so we went to a bunch of dance classes this week. We are going out tonight for dinner and a movie for our last night in town together. And yes, we are going to see High School Musical 3. I'm expecting to to be a fabulous film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well next time I write on here I'll most likely be back in Texas so have fun until then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2887639717460395-7120880387627210577?l=rthomas1210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/feeds/7120880387627210577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887639717460395&amp;postID=7120880387627210577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/7120880387627210577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/7120880387627210577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/2008/10/going-home-soon.html' title='Going Home Soon.'/><author><name>Rosalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701693695049560832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaPmBSQkiOA/SM_1rxDBHCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/skv7MDmXMeY/S220/IMG_3483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887639717460395.post-829611314088989332</id><published>2008-09-24T01:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T02:09:31.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cantelope Hunting</title><content type='html'>So quick update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashleigh has wanted me to go hunting for quite some time so she finally got me to go Antelope hunting with her, Clark, Stuart, Jim, Colby and some other relatives. It was so much fun. Friday night we drove to Farson and spent the night. Clark and Stu slept in the truck while us big kids were in the tent. Ashleigh and I were sitting in the tent while the rest of the group were talking outside. They were talking to her 22 year-old cousin about school. He was saying that he we should only have to more years left at BYU but he probably wouldn't get done by then. Clark was saying that was probably a good thing considering he wasn't married and suggested that maybe he go to BYUI-Do to find a wife. So I decided to chime in and said "I'm single." Apparently that was funny because everyone busted out laughing, and according to Jim, Collin's face turned as red as his hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started hunting saturday morning. Well I didn't hunt because I don't have a hunting lisence but I still had fun going along. Colby shot her doe pretty quick and I learned that the gutting process isn't that gross. A couple hours later Jim nipped his buck and he had to track it for a while to finish it off. Another couple hours later we were riding along and I was like "CANTELOPE!!!" so we pull up and it's a buck and Clark says that it's not quite big enough. But then the buck just stood there begging to be shot so that's what clark did. He shot him once and then he turned around, shot him twice and was about to shot him a third time when he literally keeled over backwards. It was one of the funniest things I've seen. Later we were looking for a doe for Ashleigh and while we were off roading we hit a ditch and I did a faceplant into the back of the seat in front of me that was funny too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to sum it up, What I Learned While Antelope Hunting:&lt;br /&gt;Antelope hunting is the most redneck sport ever. You ride around in your truck till you see an antelope then you jump out and shot it. If you do it correctly you use the door for an armrest while you shoot. Clark exicuted this perfectly when he shot his buck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2887639717460395-829611314088989332?l=rthomas1210.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/feeds/829611314088989332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2887639717460395&amp;postID=829611314088989332' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/829611314088989332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2887639717460395/posts/default/829611314088989332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rthomas1210.blogspot.com/2008/09/cantelope-hunting.html' title='Cantelope Hunting'/><author><name>Rosalina</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10701693695049560832</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GaPmBSQkiOA/SM_1rxDBHCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/skv7MDmXMeY/S220/IMG_3483.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2887639717460395.post-8178825211763641283</id><published>2008-09-16T13:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T13:47:38.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A little more to report than I first suspected</title><content type='html'>So basiclly I'm bored and decided that I wanted to start a blog. I mean I'm twenty so that should mean I lead an exciting life, right? Well that's not exactly true most of the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently my life has consisted of me working in Jackson, WY for the summer. I am still working at that lovely campground but I'm not sure for how long. For all I know today maybe my last day. I'll just have to talk to Dyan about that. And I guess my summer hasn't been that boring. I have spent a considerable amount of time going white water rafting and horseback riding. I have recently discovered how much I love riding bareback, and I learned earlier this summer that getting bucked off isn't that bad. Too bad I'm not the horsewhisperer or else I wouldn't have ever gotten bucked off(Sorry if you don't get that, it's an inside joke).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess I should discuss more recent happenings. Let's see. Ashleigh abandoned me to go deer hunting up Little Granite. I think she should be back tomorrrow or the next day, and hopefully with a deer because she couldn't find her tag and was hoping that Clark grabbed it. But when everyone does get back we will start preparing for the antelope hunt. And if things work out I just might be able to shoot one myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me think if I can think of anything more worth reporting. On Saturday I went and visited Brooke down at Granite. We ended up going on a four mile walk to Granite falls. I took some pictures that I could put up but my camera is int the car and thats all the way upstairs so maybe I'll get them up later. It was totally weird though because these two guys and a girl slowed down when they were passing us and took a picture. I swear some people are just way more messed up in the head than others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I guess one last thing before I first this up, I am very impatient for the mail to get here on Thursday. It has been utter agony for me since last Thursday just waiting for a whole week. Time has been passing so slowly for me since then and I still have two more days to wait. Alright, so for those of you who are wondering what in the world I am talking about, I finally went ahead and got my patriarchal blessing. Ashleigh accompanied me to Patriarch Wilde's home on Thursday. He said he would send it to his typist the next day and I would get it in about a week. Who knows, maybe I'll get lucky and it will be in today's mail, but the only problem is that i have to go all the way into town to check the mail so I'm hoping that maybe Kristen will check the mail while she is in town today. But this has just been an aweful week waiting because I don't remember everthing that was said in it and there was at least one point where I was like, wait a second, could you repeat that please? And I also can't wait to be able to read and see things that I might have missed, and just reread things for a clearer understanding. Well for whatever reason I really despise having to wait, but that doesn't change anything so I will just have to deal with waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's all for now. 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