I Have Discovered...

...that I really like editing my photos when I'm bored.

It's Hard To Be Sneaky When...

....your phone makes a loud "BING" sound when you take a picture. But none the less, I took one. Muahaha. I'm in the TSC just sitting and blog stalking away and this guy is sacked out right next to me. Sacked out. The Student Center is a great way to people watch and eavesdrop. Yes, I'm one of those people. But I'm sure I'm driving everyone who has had a class with me today and who is sitting near me super crazy because I have one of those scratchy throat coughs and nothing is curing it. Not even water. Because I've drank like a gallon of water. And now my computer is going to die. And I need to go to class. So go blog stalk these people:

The Daybook
Little Miss Momma

What's Up Wednesday?

I love love love Wednesdays because it's the middle of the week and that means that it's almost Friday. Friday is a glorious day. But alas, it's only Wednesday so far. Let's talk about what's happened so far today...
I slept in a little longer but still made it to my math class on time.
I went and talked to my adviser (Side Note: Yesterday as I was getting off the phone with my adviser, I almost told her I loved her. That's right. I had just been thinking about my mom so I'm all, "Thank you so much, see you tomorrow, love....bye!" I felt like I was in the fourth grade again and I'd just called my teacher Mom).
I'm dropping my Physical Science class on Energy. I'm feeling so much better. Now I can return my $85.00 book.
I have my kickboxing class in an hour and a half.
I have math homework I should be doing.
I should be studying for my humanities quiz tomorrow.
I'm sitting on my unmade bed.
I guess that's my cue.

Let It Be Known That...

Today was so fetching cold that I wore under armor underneath my pants.
My math professor's name is Vojslav. Pronounced Voy-ah.
I slipped both coming off the bus and crossing the crosswalk. In front of someone from my ward.
My Aerobic Kickboxing class just might kill me and then resurrect me back into a wonderfully toned body.
One of the kids in my Special Needs Institute class blurted out, "You know what? Satan's a stinker. And we shouldn't follow him."
I haven't found the motivation to go to the gym today and I doubt that I'll find it tomorrow. Somebody please give me an excuse to not feel so guilty.
I only went to half an hour of FHE.
My roommates and I have been talking in British accents on and off consistently since last night.
I'm so happy to have all my roommates home.
I miss my parents.
I went and took a gloriously, steamy, hot shower because A) I was a little cold and I'm going to bed soon and B) I needed to escape from the smell of freshly baked bread that my roommate made because she put it in the oven at 8:06 PM and I've made a goal not to eat after 8:00 PM.
I'm an eighteen year old college student who's going to bed at 10:30. Living the dream.

I Appreciate...My Feet

As I embark on my year of happiness, I realized that I needed a game plan in order to be happy. I couldn't just wake up one morning and say, "Self, today I am happy." Because for me, it doesn't really really work that way. I'm a goal oriented person, always wanting to achieve more. So I realized that each month, I needed to learn to appreciate more, love more, laugh more, and learn to be. So again I said, "Self, what's the one thing that we do not appreciate most?" (I know that you all refer to yourselves as "Self" and don't trying hiding it). Drumroll.....my body. I under appreciate my body any given day of the week and I know that I'm not alone in this. So for this month, I will be appreciating my body (not in a weird way or anything).

Today we will begin with feet.


My feet are medium sized (size 8). They are as flat as a pancake. My pinky toe is shaped like a triangle and my second toe is longer than the first. My feet look just like my father's. My feet had a pedicure yesterday and they liked it. My feet enjoy shoes and funny socks. They would live in my Chacos year-round if I would let them. This year, they will learn to run again. My feet have carried me across campus, up hills, throughout mountain trails, paddled me in lakes, rivers, and oceans, ran across sandy beaches, and squished in the mud. My feet like freedom. They love to swing across grass and walk in the dusty dirt. My feet fear no spiders (as long as they have shoes on of course, my feet not the spiders). My feet are strong. They dance, hop, skip, and jump. They carry my body everyday and everywhere. And I like them.








I'm Randi and I got those new shoes (last picture) yesterday. My feet like them because they're quirky and comfortable. How do you feel about your feet?

Resolve and Resume...

Resolution: n. 1. The state or quality of being resolute; firm determination.
2. A resolving to do something.
3. A course of action determined or decided on.

-I want to start running for recreation this year. I hate to run. I attribute this to having running as a punishment when I danced. That will change this year. New running shoes have already been purchased.
-I want to study better this semester. Like actually, study. Goodbye laying on my floor with my books "open" and talking to E, hello library.
-I want to stop collection so much stuff and start to simplify.
-To stop comparing myself with others. To stop thinking that only by accomplishing something, I can feel validated. To start defining my divine purpose.
-To become more adventurous. To throw some caution to the wind and stop analyzing everything.

Resume: v. 1. To begin or take up again after interruption.
2. To assume, take, or occupy again.
3. To take on or take back again.

-My addition to hairspray. It's not going anywhere.
-My love of taking pictures.
-My guitar.
-My new found love of blogging.


My number one goal for this year...

New Year's Eve...

A night of close friends, silly games, constant laughter, inside jokes, snacks, goofing off, giggles, confetti, bubbly, counting down, and screaming. We sent off 2010 and welcomed 2011 the right way.

Goodbye 2010....

WARNING: LONG AND SENTIMENTALLY NOSTALGIC BLOG POST AHEAD.
2010 was a big year. So many monumental events took place this year and all the little things were important too. Looking back, I can't believe all the things that have happened this year. I started a blog, turned eighteen, graduated from seminary, I graduated from high school, crushed on boys, had an amazing summer, spent lots of time in the outdoors, had my very last year at Cedar Badge, laughed, smiled, cried, and moved to Logan for my freshman year of college. Let's take a looksie with some pictures:

This was the very first picture of 2010..quite flattering.

I took at trip to the State Capitol with one of my best friends and one of my favorite teachers. We ruled Boise.

I was published in two local magazines.

I got an A on my senior project, the last step to graduating.

I spoke at the First Annual Seminary Fireside and cried my eyes out. The next week, I cooked ten pounds of beef for the Seminary Barbacue. I miss Seminary Council.

I turned eighteen and the next day, I went to my last high school dance with one of my best friends.


I graduated high school. Because I was a senior class officer, I sat on stage alongside some of my best friends.

I had my last and greatest year of Cedar Badge. Ever.

I scarred my leg. Isn't it a beaut?
I went on epic camping trips with my best friends and my family.


I started my freshmen year of college.
One of my best friends left on his mission, the first to go and change our group.

Ky came home from his mission in November.
I got closer with my roommates, met new people, had many adventures in my apartment, and fell in love with Logan.

2010 was a great year, really. One of the best I've ever had. I'll never forget the things that happened this year but it will be exciting to see what the next year holds for me. I know my Father lives, and I know that my brother Jesus Christ lives. I know that I've been blessed with something great. That I've haven't been given the trials that others have endured and that I'll receive trials that will be harder for me than for others because our Father knows what we can endure. My Father loves me. I've really begun to grasp that this year as I been through certain experiences and learned different lessons and received answers. The Church is true, oh so true. Do not let doubt and fear creep into your hearts when you know that your Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ love you and watch out for you. There is a plan set out for all of us and it is up to us to make the right decisions that will lead us to our happiest life. I hope you've had a wonderful holiday and I know great things are in store for all of us. Have a happy new year.

"We can never have a new beginning but we can always have a new ending."

Ba-Ba-Ba-Bangs

I got a haircut! Super interesting blog post right? I'm just really happy with my new bangs. They probably look the same to everyone else but if you haven't seen me for two weeks, then you haven't seen that my bangs were beginning to resemble this. Not joking. They were B-A-D. Headbands were becoming a daily ritual because it was the only way to tame this hot mess. After I got my haircut, my mom even said, "Look! You have eyes!" Anyways, I know you were all riveted by that piece of priceless literature up there. Let's look at my new camera.

Isn't a beauty? I'm in love really.


I'm Randi and someday I'm going to go through my blog and delete the random/insane/weird posts. Just like this one.

Had Myself A Very Lazy Christmas...

Christmas was wonderful, honestly. I felt like I needed to cram in some holiday cheer the whole week of Christmas because I was just feeling so Bah Humbug after finals and everything that had gone on in the month of December. A few weeks before I went home, I was struggling. I cried buckets. I remember thinking that this was probably one of the hardest December's I've ever had. But that all magically disappeared when I got home and it was the week before Christmas. The weird thing about Christmas, is that the older you get the faster is comes. Not quite sure how I feel about that.
Back in grade school, when asked about their favorite holiday, kids would always say, "My favorite holiday is Christmas." I didn't want to be like everyone else so I throw out something like Thanksgiving or the Fourth of July. I love those two holidays, but I have a secret special love for Christmas. I love the music. I love that everyone is super nice to each other and strangers tell each other "Happy Holidays" just on the streets. I love the way my Christmas tree looks at night. I love all the decorations. I love that for one month of the year, most of the world is religiously centered on Christ, or that feeling of Christ-like love. I feel like I've put off this post about the holiday because subconsciously, I feel like once I post it, it's over. I'm a sap about Christmas that way. I'm that kid who feels like crying the night of Christmas because it's almost over. I don't know how many Christmases I'll have left at home. But this Christmas holiday was purely wonderful and instead of going into great detail of everything we've done because I'm purely lazy and haven't blogged for days, I'll just list it off.
-Went to the new Chronicles of Narnia with the family. I enjoyed it and as always, there were wonderful bits of actual advice from that lovely lion, Aslan. I want one. I wouldn't mind seeing more of Prince Caspian too.
-Had Christmas Eve at my grandparents' house. Ever since Ky left for his mission, we started having our family get together the night before Christmas since we would be waiting around on Christmas day for a phone call. This year was wonderful. I got some beautiful baking pans and a slow cooker/crock pot. Jayden, my cousin's little boy, was running around, asking if he could help open presents, and of course we all let him because we dote on the younger boys.
-Christmas morning, I ran around and woke up brothers. Cheeko was a little less than enthused and Ky obligingly and dutifully got up. Our parents and Santa spoiled us like no other. Seriously. I got clothes, perfume, jewlery, a Domo DVD, a compilation of Jane Austen's seven novels, a capo, and so many beautifully nice things. I got a beautiful new purse (I think it's lovely at least)and drum roll please..........a new CAMERA. I'm very very very excited about this gift and I can't wait to start taking more pictures with it. Caaaaaan't wait. We had dinner with my grandparents and the missionaries came over that night and played games with us. That night I sat in the dark and looked at our beautifully lighted tree like I try to do every year. As I sat and looked at the beautiful lights, the verse from "Oh Little Town of Bethlehem" popped into my head, "The hopes and fears of all the years, are met in Thee tonight."
-We've watched many movies during Christmas break and all of them I've loved. Among the list are Despicable Me, The A Team, and Inception.
-Yesterday, I went snowmobiling with my brother and Dad. There was like four inches of powder where we went. SO MUCH SNOW.


I hope you all had a magical holiday.


I'm Randi...and I feel like I missed something.

O Christmas Tree...

Christmas Memories: Every year, my brothers and I get a new ornament. We've gotten one each year since we've been born. They range from silly cartoon characters, to snowmen and Santas, to mice performing various tasks, and hobbies that we've all had. I have many dancing ornaments, Ky's got plenty of fishing ornaments, and Cheeko's ranges. This year, I got a graduation ornament, Ky got a missionary riding a bicycle, and Cheeko got a moose riding a snow machine (or snow mobile for my non-Idaho people). Since we've been in our current house and had a finished basement, we've put the fancy tree upstairs and the kid tree downstairs.

Cheeko Turns Fifteen...

Today was this precious child's birthday. That's right, remember my baby? He turned fifteen. I don't really know how he got so old because I remember him being a chubby cheeked little boy with feather soft hair. Now he's huge. When I say huge, I mean that the little brother isn't little anymore. Makes me a little sad. I don't think I'm going to be able to let him go on a mission because I might just die. Not that I'm dramatic or anything. He gets his height and dark brown eyes from Dad, his softness from Mom, his love of technology from Kyle and that quirky, weirdness....yeah, that's all me.




Christmas Memories: Cheeko was born on the 22nd of December and came home on Christmas Eve. I remember vacuuming with my Grandma the night that Cheeko came home. She had the vacuum and I followed her around with our toy that we always thought was a vacuum because as Grandma said, "We have to get this house nice and clean for our Christmas baby."



I'm Randi and I have a soft spot for my little brother.