Hypaethral

Sorry. No post about Ohana for you. But did you really think you'd get it? Do I ever follow through on my blog promises? No, not really... Anyway.... A few weeks ago my best friend in the whole world (yes, that would be my handsome missionary) asked me what my greatest fear was. It took me a while to come up with an answer, but I really think my greatest fear is not being a good wife for my future husband and a good mother for my future children. Sure I may be terrified of spiders, clowns, doctors, needles, and pills. I may shiver at the thought of rejection or confinement, but above all else I am so scared that I will let down those that need me and those I love. What if I'm not supportive enough. Or selfless enough. Or even feminine enough (for some reason I struggle at times with this one... *blush*) Well... I guess only prayer can help me now.

Today my family attended the Hanalei Branch in Hawaii for church. Now there has been a Polynesian family in my home ward for quite a while, and whenever they are assigned a talk to sacrament meeting they always start with "Aloha," and the congregation responds in turn. Well today I found out that in Hawaii the speakers/meeting conductors/teachers all really do say "Aloha" before they begin into their material. Anyway, during gospel doctrine the teacher, after saying "Aloha" mentioned that not only does it mean "Hello," but it also means "I love you." Well as you may know, I love love. I mean there's a heart just to the left of this post so come on. Naturally I had to look this up. Aloha in the Hawaiian language means affection, love, peace, compassion, and mercy. It actually wasn't until the mid nineteenth century that English speakers began to use it in place of "hello" and "goodbye". Aloha can be broken dow

First of all, posting a picture with my last post was kind of a new thing for me. And guess what. I like it. So now you not only have to read my words, but you have to look at my photos. Ha. Second, my blog has had it's first hit from Hawaii and that's because I've been in Hawaii for the past week! My family is here until Friday for vacation before school. Fabulous! My family and I landed in Kauai at the Lihue Airport Monday at about 6:30 (I think... honestly I don't remember. I just picked a number that looked good...) We drove out of Lihue, through Kapa'a and into Princeville to the fabulous condo we are staying in. (A shout out to the Jaspers and their friends. Thanks for the hook up.) A bit about the beautiful condo. This here is the view from our balcony. Oh yeah. Look at the blue. Look at the green. Also look at the tiny white sailboat. Yeah. Imagine yoga every morning with that right outside the window. Bliss. The condo is a three bedroom, 2 and

Named after a Menehune Princess. 8 miles round hike on an unmaintained trail. Swimming in the pool under the 100-foot waterfall. Yes. Thank you very much. : )

As you, my tender reader, may know I love love LOVE to dance. Now back in high school I would go to school dances and I would always feel so awkward. I remember watching those around me dance and being jealous at their "moves". It's not that they were spectacular dancers. They were just having fun and they didn't look stupid. When I danced I just felt stressed and embarrassed and I'm sure that I looked uncomfortable. Well my freshman year of college I went on a date with Cadet Brad Jensen from my ROTC squad. We went to the concert for the opening of SpoonMe which turned into a dance party when the band left. For some reason unknown to man, woman, or child I didn't feel awkward. I danced and had fun. No one mocked my dancing (like others had before). Time jump again. Last Friday my friends and I went to a BYU dance. Like that dance with Cadet Jensen I simply let myself feel the music and move. Well A girl we didn't know joined our little dancing

I'm in somewhat of a foul mood. I work at Summit Financial Marketing in Orem. We're a call center that calls people who have $10,000 or more in unsecured debt, generate interest in debt settlement programs, then transfer them to our clients (the debt settlement companies). The people I work with are some of the most friendly I know. The atmosphere is fun. My boss is encouraging and funny. The work is painful. I am really grateful for the job because it helps pay for books and stuff, but I really don't like talking to these people. They are angry, bitter, and annoying. (Okay not all of them. Sorry to all of those really nice old ladies, Indian housewives, Middle Eastern men, and happy valley women I've talked to for lumping you into that category.) Anyway, I mean I know these people have it rough with thousands of dollars in debt, 10%+ interest rates, and phone calls about their debt almost constantly, but at least be courteous. People, you racked up the debt,

Well people, I am attempting to resurrect my blog! I've got a pretty new look for my blog and I'm ready to share my thoughts with cyberspace again. I'm not sure why I stopped blogging. I either stopped thinking or I stopped wanting to share that thinking. Maybe both. I'm going to fix which ever it was though. Time to start carrying the notepad around to write my thoughts in once more. This blog will live again.

So I may have done this before, and if so tough for you cause I'm doing it again. What you do is type "[firstname] likes" into google and see what you get. It's funny and good if you're bored like me. So I typed in "Whitney likes", and here's what google thinks I like. Whitney likes to wear jewelery so go to any store and buy jewelery that looks like something she'd wear. Whitney likes Helsinki. Whitney likes nice guys. She just likes very handsome guys. I mean, she's like the perfect daughter if you think about it. Whitney likes Mariah too, but she doesn't look up to Mariah the way Mariah looks up to her. Whitney likes swishy pants that turn five different colors depending on the light. Whitney likes horses. Whitney likes to hit the gym three to four times a week to maintain her figure and de-stress. Whitney likes to dance like no one is watching which is usually followed by a mild case of whiplash. Whitney likes gushy romantic movie

This month my family and I went camping down in Beaver, Utah. We go every year for a pioneer day weekend of dirt biking and game playing! Lately it seems like Beaver Mountain is a place full of adventures and I can always come back with a good story. For instance, last year I wrecked on my dirt bike, got a concussion, and ended up in the hospital for a night. Well this year had a new story. While dad, mom, and Jen were out on a ride my dad came across a rattlesnake. My dad hopped off his bike and pulled out his forty-five and shot it in the head! What the heck?! My dad carries a gun dirt biking? My family has crossed a new line of redneck… But wait, it gets better. So after getting shot in the head the snake was still moving around trying strike whatever was threatening it. So my dad found a rock and smashed its head. The snake was still moving! So my dad pulls out his pocketknife and cuts its head off. And wouldn’t you know it, the thing was still moving around (I imagine is like when