Look out Smoothie King.

[blog #10]

It may or may not seem like I talk about my boyfriend a lot. But at any rate, I would like to address this issue.

Taylor Giddens has a problem.

So, some people may say it's unreasonable to compare their boyfriend/fiancé/spouse to their dad.

Okay, well I don't do that, exactly.

But here's the thing, my dad always makes me smoothies in the morning. And I am not a huge smoothie fan, but these are delicious. Basically, I am a fan of everything my dad makes. Well, I mentioned to Taylor that I would like for him to make me smoothies like my dad. And he's actually been following through.

HOWEVER.

Before we left Utah, my father told us EXACTLY what he put in his smoothies. Strawberries, Banana, Frozen OJ, and Yogurt.

But Taylor, being an engineer of some sorts takes it upon himself to be extremely experimental.

I mean, I'm not saying that his smoothies have been totally gross.

But sometimes he will put some sort of hard liquor drink mix (minus the liquor), like pina colada or strawberry daquiri or whatever.

Today I believe he put in chocolate, somehow.

And he always puts in Corn Syrup, in spite of my wishes.

Tay, I love you, but when you tell me you kept it down to the basics for me that day, but then later tell me it has some random ingredient, it doesn't count as the basics.

Keeping with the theme of serious.

[Blog #9]

Just now I was thinking about stupid things that we do in our pasts.

Not like, mistakes per say, the way our minds worked in a certain time period. And how looking back, you almost feel embarrassed for yourself. Like the times you thought you knew everything, the times you thought you were in love, the times you thought the decision you were making was totally logical, or even the times you thought that outfit looked good.

I remember a time when I thought I knew everything because tragedy struck my life at a really inconvenient time. I was entitled to know everything. I also thought that because of my circumstance I was mature enough to know what it was like to be in love. And I was certain that I was in love with the boy with the guitar, when I was 15.

I remember a time when I thought my life was over because I was grounded during the weekend of the big game A time when I thought it would be cool to spend my whole junior year not caring about my appearance, by wearing pajamas and not brushing my hair. Oh and then I thought I was in love at least 3 more times during high school.

I remember when I was about to graduate high school, and I was laying on my bedroom floor and I was crying because I was certain that my family didn't love me anymore because of what a huge disappointment I was.

I remember a time when my happiness rested in my current man situation. A time when everything fell apart because I was living my life so irrationally for being the tender age of 18. And I was certain that there was nothing to live for. I remember finally turning to God because trying to hold everything up on my own was just unbearable.

I remember trying to get it right countless times, and still not having it perfected. But I remember finally accepting that giving it my best was good enough for the Lord and that Jesus would fill in the blanks with the power of the atonement.

And I remember finally knowing what it was like to be happy, really happy, being in the Gospel.

I remember learning that things would never be perfect or easy, but they would always fall into place, even if you had to struggle to get there.

My life as I know it, is in a constant state of change. Often times I long for consistency. But when I finally embrace it, I can see that truly the most beautiful fascinating thing any human being can experience is the challenge and struggle of life.

RE: Faith and Scriptures.

"I was thinking that sometimes when I am having a difficult finding the time/motivation for the kind of scripture study time that I would like to have I feel like I'm not giving myself a chance to build my faith and so I feel like it's in danger of dropping off. But I just had the realization that the scriptures are really more like an aid to our faith. They the revelations about the truths of the gospel that are important for us to understand in while we attempt to live the gospel and the context in which those revelations came, and also give us a record of how other people lived the gospel.

I feel like our main source of faith is from our lives, feeling the Holy Ghost from reading the scriptures or as we pray or while we're thinking about some gospel topics, or the love we feel as we hear others bear their testimonies. Undoubtedly, reading the scriptures gives more for our brains to chew on that can allow these spiritual experiences to take place, but maybe this realization may help me deal with the guilt that I sometimes trip myself with over never taking the time to become a scriptorian or learning Hebrew and Greek and Latin, or it remove the need I feel to tell myself that someday I'll take a few months break to catch up on all the institute/seminary lessons I missed (when I know that the possibility of having a chance to do that would be slim to none). But I guess the main thing is just that I don't let all the past scripture learning I've missed out on cause me to question my faith. My faith in God and His plan has come from my own feelings and thoughts and experiences.

That said, I owe much of that to the scriptures and really should work on my daily scripture study, and maybe think about adapting Pres. Eyring's method of paying more attention to what the Lord is doing in my life."

[blog #8]

There is always going to be something temporal that seems to be more important than something spiritual. Maybe not more important per say, but seemingly less forgiving. I.E. if you put off taking a huge test, there is really no second chance, where as the Lord will always give you second chances.

It's no secret that studying the scriptures daily has an array of fantastic benefits for your life and well being.

It's no secret that Latter Day Saints should know this, and prioritize accordingly.

BUT, we continue to put it off anyway. And we continue to write things and say things like "I need to study my scriptures more." The time has come to stop saying things and start doing things. And I mean that mostly for myself.

Because this isn't news, it's not some sort of sudden, new revelation that we need to read scriptures more, the scriptures are the foundation of our church, and we should treat it as such.

My favorite wet blanket.

[blog #7]

Today, is Easter. But it is also my favorite *now* 6 year olds birthday.

Trayton came into my life on 04/04/04, and I've loved him ever since.

I like to often let him know that he is my best friend. And sometimes, when I am feeling homesick, it's him I miss the most.

So, I could write forever about this little guy, but instead I'll just tell ya'll a little story about him.

One day Trayton (who was about 3 at the time) was at Subway after a doctor's appointment with his mom and his little brother. It was the lunch rush and a bunch of construction men were piling into this little establishment. Trayton was sitting at the table with his kin staring at all of the dirt covered and sweat drenched men, when he leaned over to his mom put her face in his hands, got right up in her face and said, "Mom, if I were you and I had your hair, and that shirt, I would be over there talking to all those guys."

If it was ever any wonder why I love him so much, wonder no more.

I don't like this crap!

[#6]

Welcome everyone to my long overdue blog tribute to the infamous BACON KID. aka King Curtis.

Bacon Kid was introduced to me a few months ago via YouTube videos such as this and this.

Well, I mean, I could go into elaborate detail about why this child is my TRUE. AMERICAN. HERO. but, it's not even necessary. This kid speaks for himself.

Here are some quotable quotes by the man of the hour:

"Now listen, I gotta tell you somethin', Bacon, IS GOOD FOR ME!"

"I don't like this crap!"

"She's gonna try to stop me, but she can't run in those little high heels."

"I had a very calm day until this, and then ol bump in the road comes along, and she be's sarcastic."

"Chicken nuggets, is like my family."

"No it will be like that burn when you run 30 miles and you're really hungry and you say 'Go Eat Some Vegetables.'"

"NO! I keep losing at deals and I don't wanna make a deal anymore, I AM LEAVING."

"You'll never, see this face, again."

"She thinks, out of the blue, she's a smart little girl, that she can do whatever she wants, NO.. that's not how we can do it in our family. She's acting like she's the queen and we're the sorry people."

Please support the little guy by joining the Bacon Kid group on facebook here.

You know what really grinds my gears?

[blog #5]

Recently, I've taken up two new arch nemeses.

Red wasps, and Atlanta traffic.

Let me take a couple of deep breaths and start from the top.

So at the beginning of this week, it's started to warm up in good ol Hotlanta, on account of the arrival of spring and what not. Which, spring time always ushers in a handful of insects (which I hate) and that includes bees. Now, just to give you some background, I HATE bees. I think I was stung once when I was 3, but I don't remember it. All I know is, I would like to live the rest of my life without being stung so I take some pretty dramatic measures to ensure my safety. (i.e. running, swatting, and screaming.) Anyway, as I was walking down the stairs to my car the other day I accidentally walked by some red wasps that looked like they were maybe building a hive on the side of the house, anyway, I kid you not, one of them CHASED me down to my car. Yes, chased me. And hovered around my car. And sometimes, they hang out by the door, like they're waiting for me, so I refuse to go the outside way unless it's dark, or I forget. THEN today, I was walking out of Taylors front door and one was waiting for me on the screen. I hurried down the porch steps and it went after me again, so there I was running and swatting like an idiot, and as cars drove by it looked like I was dancing like Elaine Benes, or insane, or both. I got in my car and drove off to go get Tay from school. When we got back I got out of the car and it was waiting for me sitting on the grass. Taylor saw it before I did and luckily, killed it. Well I think this pissed his family off because when I was loading my stuff into Tay's car and had to move my car one came and chased me, yet again, into my car and circled my car for a few minutes. I thought it was gone and when I got out it was on the roof of my car waiting for me, yet again. And I was chased back in the house. The traffic (which I will get to in a second.) was pretty horrendous on the way down to Valdosta today so we took a detour and we were in some random town stuck at a stop light when, whaddaya know? a RED WASP starts flying around the effing car. bastards.

Sometimes, I laugh at myself when I think of how I used to get upset at Utah County traffic. For all of my lovely Utah Residents reading this, the next time you are stuck in traffic and angry, please think to yourself "Kynslie has it so much worse right now." Because of traffic in Atlanta I have experienced the following, A 30 minute trek to my boyfriend's house, which normally would take about 8, a two hour trip to little five points which would normally take 20 minutes, a 8 hour trip home from Valdosta which would normally take 3 and a half hours, a 6 hour trip TO Valdosta today, once again, only taking 3 and a half normally. I spent 10 minutes at a traffic light today that I was just skipping over the left turn light. Rush hour starts at like freaking noon on Fridays. People are CONSTANTLY cutting each other off, very few people understand the concept of taking turns and putting on blinkers and being courteous. I mean they could just be out to get me because I have Utah plates, who knows? I've been saying this whole time, "People in Utah drive like idiots, people in ATL drive like straight up A-holes." (However, I will give them this, people here know how to work a roundabout, UNLIKE Utahns.) You guys, this is not a joke. The only way I keep myself sane and not completely angry is by way of rap music on the radio and quoting bacon kid, i.e. "YOU'RE ACTING LIKE YOU'RE THE QUEEN, and WE'RE THE SORRY PEOPLE!"

TRICKED YA!

[blog #4]

I am going to write something cool.

April Fools!

Here's a basic synopsis of my day:

Told people me and Taylor broke up.

Cleared up the joke for the believers.

Broke up with Taylor.

Bought him lunch for putting him through turmoil.

Helped my BFF come up with a trick for her husband.

Changed Taylor's status and profile picture.

Quit while I was ahead.

Went to improv.

Watched Jamie lick Jeff's beard.

Was to tired to care about write about something.