These are my grandparents. They are both among the most creative people I know. My grandma has made me a dress pattern out of grocery bags and my grandpa has repaired countless tractors with baling twine and electricians tape. This isn’t something that was uncommon for their generation. Many of our grandparents and great-grandparents… Continue reading You Are Creative
Disclaimer: Bathroom horror stories come in all shapes and colors if you catch my drift. This is a not-in-the-bathroom, bathroom horror story. If you get squeamish about this sorta thing, maybe you should skip this episode on a day in the life. I pooped my pants. I don’t know what exactly happened, the last 30 minutes had… Continue reading “… or I’ll never let myself live this down.”
I am a daughter of God. I am funny. (or at least, I am funny to me). I am a Texan. I am a lover of grilled cheese sandwiches and salad with too much ranch dressing. I am a communication student at BYU-I. I am proudly a returned missionary from the Washington Everett Mission. I… Continue reading Let Him In
For the last six short months, I served as a missionary for The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints in the Washington Everett Mission with all of my heart, might, mind, and strength. I dearly and deeply loved each and every moment. My mission was the hardest thing that I have ever done… Continue reading Honey, I’m home.
My apartment gets a magazine subscription for a previous resident. Actually, we get a lot of magazines that were intended to go to a girl that we have never met. Tonight, I was bored and started flipping through the pages looking at the pathetic excuses for clothing advertisements and smelling the overly-floral perfume samples. Let… Continue reading Sorry, but that isn’t love.
And it came to pass that the alliances between myself and the residents of the Land of Lamprechet 402 did increase. Insomuch, that they began writing a fake sitcom which did make them laugh for many hours into the night and through much of the morning. Also, they did attend many things of their own… Continue reading The Book of Nicole: Chapter 2
1 I, Nicole, having been born of goodly parents and being highly favored of The Lord, did reach the age where it was necessary for me to ascend into the dry, wilderness-y mountains of Rexburg to gain an education and be taught in the way of my father and mother. 2 And I, Nicole, knew… Continue reading The Book of Nicole: Chapter One