Secret Crush of the Past

Let's just talk about how attractive Robert Redford is.
And by is, I mean was. He's kinda creepy looking now.

But hi, let's just look at this...

The Great Gatsby

All the President's Men

The Way We Were

And that's all I'm gonna say about that. 

Three Little Words

You've. Got. Mail.

I'm sitting here watching eat for the gazillionth time. Eating leftover Chinese food and doing homework.
I honestly cannot tell you how many times I've seen this movie.

I want to go to New York in the fall.
I would love it if someone sent me a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils, especially if they threw in some Scotch tape.
Even for me, a non-coffee drinker, Starbucks provides not only a drink, but a defining sense of self.

While walking to school the other day, I was listening to the soundtrack. It was on shuffle, but I realized something, something almost ridiculous. As each song would come up, I would instantly know what scene in the movie the song was on. I could quote most of the scene.

My mom loves this movie as much, if not more than I do.
We quote it in everyday life.

Last Thanksgiving I got a text from her.
It simply said "Happy Thanksgiving!"
Now, most people would say something like "Thanks! You too!"
Not I. My reply?
"Happy Thanksgiving... back..."

When I had a question for my mom, her reply was
"The Godfather is the answer to any question."
No, I haven't seen The Godfather, but all the best lines are a part of You've Got Mail.

I am a lot like Kathleen Kelly.
I know that daisies are the friendliest flowers.
Putting up more twinkle lights will make everything better.
When I get frustrated or upset with someone, my mind goes blank and I can't think of anything to say.
I love the Shoe books.
And Betsy, Tacy, & Tib.

I love this movie.

"Don't cry, ShopGirl, don't cry.
I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly."

I wish life was a musical.

Everyone would walk around (hopefully I'd be wearing great petticoats and hoop skirts) happy and loving life.
Then all of a sudden burst out in song.
And dance.
Everyone suddenly knowing all the words and choreography.
The men are great.
Serenading the women all the time.
And you can't really beat an "Oklahoma hello," right?
Life would be so great.

They say repetition is the best way to learn something.

I don't even know how many times I've watched this video.
It's a lot.
But I love it every single time.
Probably more every time.

We watched just part of it in Institute today.
It totally made my day.
It's not anything I've ever questioned or doubted happening, but it's just nice to get the reassurance every once in awhile.
Enjoy!
(this is the best clip I could find, but the specific part I'm talking about is from 1:30ish-5:37ish. But feel free to watch it all.)

Like Mother, Like Me

Today I look like my mom.

I got dressed this morning, and upon my last glance in the mirror before sprinting off to class, I noticed that I was wearing an outfit very much like she would wear.

Black flats.
Classic, Old Navy jeans.
Black cardigan.
Dangly earrings.

Every day I become more and more like her.
I'll say something or do something and then think to myself

"hmmm... that's totally something Mom would do."

I love it. 

There are people here in Logan who don't know me but know her.
They can tell who I am pretty quick.
I don't even know how many times I've heard 

"Hey, are you Sally Page's daughter?"

Why yes, yes I am. 

I know she doesn't agree, but I'm pretty sure my mom is the greatest mom out there. Hands down. 

Tender Mercies

This is a post I've been working on for a few weeks, and I decided that the end of Conference was a good a time as any to actually finish and post it. 


It's amazing to me how things just work out. 


At the beginning of the summer, I started working for our university catering company.
Around the same time, Erin started dating this boy named Matt. It didn't take long for everyone to realize that it was different for her this time around. I definitely noticed. All of sudden she was with him all the time. I was working a lot, but whenever I wasn't working, she was with him. It's only continued to progress for them. Between that, and the fact that she's leaving to do a study abroad next semester, I was seriously stressing about what I was going to do without her; without my best friend.

Enter Amy Dastrup.

Amy works at catering with me. 

We are the same person.

It's true. 

We think the same, talk the same, act the same. 

We needed each other and didn't even know it.
It wasn't long after we met each other that we realized how impeccable the timing was for us to come into each other's lives. 

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President Uchtdorf is incredible.
I've never met the man, but he knows me.

For the past couple of years, his talks have consistently been my favorite.
They are exactly what I need. 

Every time.
His talks will come up on my iPod just when I need them most.
Sometimes I don't even know I need them. 

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When I broke up with the boyfriend, I wasn't sure if it was the right thing to do. 

I felt terrible.

But the whole week leading up to it, I just kept feeling that it was what I needed to do. 

Since then, I have felt a huge weight off my shoulders.

I still don't know why, but as each day goes on, I know it's what I needed to do. 

Today, Elder L. Tom Perry spoke, specifically to the young men of the church. 

He talked to them about assuming their roles in the Priesthood.

He talked to them about the importance of staying strong, carrying the Priesthood worthily, graduating from seminary, earning their Eagle, serving a full-time mission, and having their own strong and steadfast testimony. He talked about them going on to become teachers and Elders Quorum presidents. 

This was directed at young men, but it definitely hit me pretty hard. 

This was when I realized that that is what I want in my future husband.
My friend McKay wrote a post last night that put a great picture in my head. 

"I don't know who the lucky guy will be that gets to sweep me off my feet, and ride off into the sunset. But I bet I know right where he is right now, and it makes my heart smile. . . right at this moment he is just sitting there, learning how to make me happy. Maybe playing with his tie, or taking a few notes."

Love it. 

It makes me happy to think about him, whoever/wherever he may be. 

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Distinctive Memories.

It's amazing how some days of your life stand out
and how clearly you remember them.

Yesterday marked the 10-year anniversary
of when my sweet grandma passed away.

Even though I was only 10, and it was so long ago
I remember that day very clearly.

Kind of like how everyone remembers September 11th.

I remember saying goodbye.
I sat in a chair.
Someone handed me a vanilla shake.
I don't think I had processed it all the way.

I don't remember a whole lot about the funeral.
I wore my black/flowered crushed velvet skirt
with the purple satin shirt.

I know all the grandkids took a turn talking about her.
I remember I changed what I was going to say at the last minute.
I don't remember what I said.

I got to ride in the limo with the pallbearers, my cousins.
My sister and I are the only girls on that side
and she was too young.

I can't believe it's been 10 years.
Things have come so far.