Super Creep

I realized that I forgot a part of my Sunday afternoon. The best part. So obviously, I had to make a second post.
You should probably know ahead of time -  I am slightly baby hungry. So when I see a cute baby or child, I can't help but yearn for one. Or to at least hold it/play with it/want one. Hah.
Anyway, we were at the park and this family comes walking up. The mom walking next to the dad while he is pushing the stroller. In the stroller are two boys. One is probably like 3, and the other maybe 18 months. So, basically the cutest kids ever. And then I see that the 3 year old has about the reddest hair in the world, and he is wearing a flat brim hat. I AM IN LOVE. [maybe not with the red hair, but he is young enough that he can pull it off]. He is precious. I knew once I saw him, that I needed a picture. But what was I going to do? I wasn't about to go up to his parents and be all, "Hey, I don't know you, and I just barely met you, but can I take a picture of your child?" No. That's weird. And I certainly wasn't going to go up to him and ask him to say cheese for a photo. How awkward would that be? He'd probably run in the opposite direction screaming. Not something I wanted to deal with.
So yes, I did take a picture of him. Spencer was cheering me on, as it was UBER creepy and probably partially illegal. But anyway, here it is:

I know right? YOU JUST WANT TO DIE. And wait, it gets even better. I later found out from my Aunt that his name is Tuck. HIS NAME IS TUCK. COULD HE BE ANYMORE PRECIOUS?!?!

It was then that I was thinking that his parents must be pretty cool. They have a ginger child that they put in little caps and named him Tuck.  But then...

The little baby. Yea. Wanna guess his name?

Cisco. 

I kid you not. That is his name. WHATTTTTT. His parents are legit. They named their child after a networking company. 

I have no hope at winning the best parenting award. 

Nope. 

No way. 

I can't top Tuck and Cisco. 

Cannot do it. 

Sunday Fun-days

Well. As you can probably assume, this post is about Sunday. Specifically the most recent Sunday - so - yesterday.
I'm just gonna throw this out there.
I freaking love my family.

I went to my Aunt and Uncle's house down in Springville, met my family there. And we just had the best little get together. I thought that I was just going down there for food, which don't get me wrong - is fantastic - but it turned out to be a mini adventure with the best people in the world.
Dinner was served. Along with great conversation. Pretty sure we just listened to my little cousin tell us about his new addition to his life: T-Ball. He was pretty stoked. He also never failed to tell us to try to the lemonade. Which-next time you want to have a toast, dumb the Martinelli's and buy this stuff. Seriously.

Ethan: He's a cutie huh?                   It is delicious.

Dinner finished, and after I sat on the porch and chatted with my parents while others did the dishes [hah - I got outta that one...]. This is where the real adventure begins. So I was unaware that a Solar Eclipse was occurring that evening. And apparently these are a really big deal. We asked Siri, and she told us that the next Solar Eclipse won't be happening for like another 300-400 years. Right? Mind blown. I witnessed a centurion spectacle. And it was phenomenal. Seriously one of the coolest things I have ever seen. I have nothing else to say about it, so please enjoy my pictures. I worked really hard on making them look all cool and like I have photography skills. 

These are the special glasses that the people at the park we went to had. Like it says, they were safe for direct solar viewing. Meaning, I was able to look directly at the sun with these babies on. As you can see in the next picture, they are a fashion statement...








I don't think there are words for this picture. Except for maybe - Yes, the Ure Family has some impressive genetic make up. I mean, have you seen all of us?

Best look family award?

And this my friends, is the picture I am most proud of. Because not only was it really hard to take these with my phone THROUGH the glasses mind you, but they turned out pretty good [for a iPhone through Eclipse Shades]. Too bad they don't really do it justice. It was way cooler in person. I'm sorry if you didn't get to experience this phenomenon. I would say, maybe next time... But I don't want to fill you with false hope. 

Let's be honest, you won't be alive in 300 years. 

Chapped Lips

The reason for this recent hiatus in blogging is not due to business. I mean, ok maybe a little bit. But mostly not. This non-blogging moment has been brought to you by the deep, pensive moments of Emily's brain. For those who don't feel like pulling up a seperate web page to look up the definition of pensive, I will give it to you here:

pen·sive

adjective

1.  dreamily or wistfully thoughtful

2. expressing or revealing thoughtfulness, usually marked by some sadness

Now, don't go getting ideas that I'm going emo and depressed just because the definition of the word I used says my thoughts are marked by sadness. Not true. I have just been reflecting on a lot of things. And sometimes, yes, I do get a little sad. But it eventually gets better, and so do I. And life moves on. 

I would have to say one of the worst, most annoying things I have had to deal with in my life thus far is chapped lips. Dramatic you may say? Maybe. But think about it. They seriously are the worst. They are painful. They burn and itch and sometimes even bleed. They are obnoxious and hard to get rid of. All you want to do is bite, and pick and lick. YES, lick. Our stupid brain convinces us that somehow, licking our lips will make the chappedness better. But in reality, it only makes it worse. Much much worse.  No matter how hard you try, nor how many different treatments and ointments applied, there is little hope of ending the forever cracked, dehydrated, chapped lips. 

Except one thing. 

Time. 

I have found in my quest to end the torment of chapped lips, that time is truly the only cure that there is. 

Time and dedication to letting the lips heal on their own. You can't force it. You can't MAKE them heal or suddenly acquire moisture. It has to happen when it is supposed to. 

So, you may be wondering why I was wistfully thinking about chapped lips. I wasn't really. I was just annoyed with the fact that my lips were chapped, and then it got me thinking about things in my life that I view as 'chapped lips.' Things that are obnoxious, and annoying, and painful. Really, cut deep to the bone painful. And I won't bore you with the details, but I do indeed have some 'chapped lips' in my life that I wish I didn't have to deal with. But the thing is, you can't just wish your chapped lips away. It doesn't work like that. No, it takes time. 

And this was a pretty recent revelation I had. The 'chapped lips' I have been biting and licking for months now, weren't getting any better. And I was getting pretty tired of trying. The treatments I was attempting, weren't working. I wanted to give up. It was then that I realized the time answer. 

I needed to stop with the trying. I had done all I could. I had given it my all. It was now all up to time. Time was going to cure it. Time will solve my problem and fix the 'chapped lips' I had for so long despised because of the pain it was causing me. 

And just like that, I was free. The healing process began. I was able to focus on other things and move on. I knew that I was still in for a bit of a rough ride, because even thought the dryness was becoming less dry, it still hurt; but that there was an end and that this will all just be water under the bridge eventually. I could finally go a day without being annoyed with the 'chapped lips.' And I have never been more pleased in my life. 

Hence, why I have been quite pensive lately. I have been doing some profound thinking and soul searching. Thinking about the things that are truly important to me, and the things that matter the most and the things that don't. Thinking about where I wanted to spend my time, and who with. Thinking about not only where I want to be in 5, 10, 20 years, but where I want to be right now. Who I want to be and who I want others to see me as. What I want to be said about me when I die. How I want to be remembered. 

I hate chapped lips. I never want to have them. But, thats an impossible dream. It's physically impossible to avoid both literal and metaphorical chapped lips. So, I'm going to take each dehydrated, tender lip I get in my at a time, and get rid of them. Doing as much as I can and giving it all I got, and then just letting time and the Big Man Upstairs do the rest. Because honestly, that is all I can do. 

There is no point in beating a dead horse; it ain't gonna get any deader. Take what you want from that, but it has special meaning to me, and that is all that matter. 

Moral of the Story:

Chapped Lips - You are going DOWN. 

In other news - a blog about my weekend trip to Vegas. Be excited. Because it was one heck of an EXCITING trip. 

Lovin' in the Summer Time

I had my first real summer adventure the other day. And it was great.

Let me first start by introducing someone special.

THIS

is Skyler J. Street. 

He's pretty cute huh?

He is basically my best friend. He used to live across from me here at Raintree, but he just had to move away. That's how we met. Kinda. He was an EFY counselor like I was, but we never really met then. He claims to have recognized my voice one Sunday morning in sacrament meeting... we'll leave it at that. 

Anyway, he is the funniest, most fun guy you will ever meet. Plus, he is a sweetheart and a gentlemen. The whole package? Pretty close. 

Ok. Now that we got that out of the way - onto *le adventure. 

Woke up early [and by that I mean like 9... hah] and this wonderful boy picked me up. And guess where we went!? You will never guess. So I will just tell you.

Golfing!!!

I know, I know.. my form is atrocious. But give me some credit! It was the first time I had ever gone legitimate golfing. I was a noob. And according to Sky, I did pretty dang good for my first try. So there, take that first time! 

I'm gonna be honest. It is possible that the best part of the day was driving the golf cart. IT WAS SO COOL. I vowed to go again [maybe to just drive the cart]. No, I want to go again so I can spend the day with him, and practice my new found talent...promise... 

After that, we were hungry. So he took me to lunch (gentlemen - I told you). We were up in Heber City, Utah - he took me to Dairy Keen - or more often known as 'the Train place.' There are a few [2] things that I liked about this place. I will give you a list. 

1) It was yummy. And I mean, YUMMY. The shakes are too die for - or that's what I heard. The only I got was ok [crappy]. I know they are to die for though because I ate some of Skylers. He got an Oreo one. happy face. I will return to make up for the loss.

2) It had an association with Harry Potter. Clearly, that makes it onto my list of 'Best Places on Earth.'

DO YOU SEE HOW COOL THIS IS!?!! It's a model of Harry Potter land. They had Diagon Alley, and Hogwarts and everything. You can eat in the room and take in all it's magical goodness. Unfortunately, it was closed. So I didn't get to experience the magic. Another reason why I will have to go back. 

All in all, it was a great day. Many new experiences to go down in the book. Plus, I got to do it all with my best friend. Which made it like, ten times better. 

Here's to summer time and all the things that will [could] happen and all the love that will be found. 

Turning Over a New Leaf

I did a lot a thinking the past week. 
And I realized that I was having a pity party and being way to depressed. It must have been finals. Yup, I'm gonna blame it all on finals. Some weird finals demon took over my body and possessed me to do things and say things that are not part of the 'normal Emily.' 
Thank goodness I finished my last one of Thursday. The demon left and all was returned to normal. For the most part that is. However, I vowed never to visit that dark place again. It didn't benefit me at all. 


So - I hopped on the good 'ole internet to find some inspirational quotes. And you wanna know that one that I found that jumped out at me? Of course you do. 

“It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry, and forget to live.” – Dumbledore 

It's a good one huh? And it is even better because it is from Harry Potter. Obviously. It really hit me though. I can't just dream about a better life. Or dream about the day I become a nurse. Because that is certainly way to far away, and there are so many things right now that I get to experience. I can't forget to do that. I owe Dumbledore a personal thank you. 

And now, instead of giving you an update on my life and things that I have been doing - I am going to talk about some of the things that I am excited about right now. 

1) www.pottermore.com --> If you don't know what this website is, you aren't cool. It literally is the coolest/most time consuming website I have ever been on. Basically, you become a Hogwarts student along with Harry, through every single book. Except you get to have your own adventures. 

They even give you your own wand that 'chooses' you based on answers to questions you give. 

This is mine. It's precious. 

And then after you get your wand you head to the castle and get sorted. You answer a ton of 'this or that' kinda questions, and then the hat places you where you belong. I got put in Hufflepuff. And I'm proud of it. No regrets here. 

This is the home page. I've got tons of house points huh?

I really am going to spend most of my summer on this website. It is so stinking cool. They did a great job. There are little clips from J.K. Rowling herself. She was super involved in the creation of it. 

YOU EVEN GET TO BREW YOUR OWN POTIONS. 

I'm telling you. Get an account. And then let's be pottermore freaks/nerds together. 

2) It's SUMMER TIME. You know what that means? Lazy days. Pool. Sun-bathing. Working = MONEY. Side note on that, I got a job at my apartment complex [Raintree Commons] so if you know of anyone looking for somehwhere to live, send them my way. EFY --> I'm so excited about this. 
I can't wait. I love summer. Only down side is I don't get to spend all of it with my best friend[s]. (Lauren Ford & Skyler Street) <-- I love them. With all the fibers in my soul. I would do anything for them. 

Also - since it is the second summer after the end of my freshmen year, that means that all the boys from my freshmen year will be returning [that includes THIS boy - whose blog I am obsessed with. You should read it, and then share it with your friends, cause they will love it too]. I am STOKED to see them all.  

3) My new nail polish and the PERFECT dish set my mom and I found at Kohls yesterday. 

The polish is perfect, is it not? It is my color. Though I am not getting married soon, I already know what my color/pattern [I'll let you guess...] is going to be. 

Yup. That blue and black and white polka dots. 

Which is why that dish set is so perfect. You can't really see it that well. But the plates and bowls are either dotted or striped. And just so you know, I'm not opposed to stripes either. That is Lauren's favorite pattern. See?

Yea. We are a match made in heaven. I know. But back to the dishes. They were absolutely fabulous. My mom was convinced we should buy them, that way I would already have a whole matching dish set by the time I got married. I told her no, but now that I'm thinking about it... I probably shouldn't have turned that offer down...

4) I passed my classes. So therefore, I will not be kicked out of the nursing program as I previously had thought. I know you don't care, but that is probably the thing I am MOST pleased about. 

OK. That is all I have for now. I did just move into my new apartment for the summer. It's kinda weird not knowing any of my roommates. But it will be a well needed break from some of my old ones. Here's to new adventures!

oh, and 

don't forget to live. 

STUPID

I'm angry at a lot of things right now. And yes, I am taking advantage of the internet to complain about my rage and frustration and hurt and many other STUPID emotions that STUPID human beings have to experience. STUPID.

Sometimes I think anger is the only way to cope with things sometimes. Like, even when you aren't really mad or upset or fuming, you can find a STUPID way to make yourself livid and then it makes everything seem more bearable. I would so much rather be angry than bawling my eyes out. That way I can at least let lose a string of profanities and people are [semi] ok with it because I'm justified in doing. Because I'm STUPIDLY angry.

Honestly though, I don't think anyone ever really likes be angry. And it only gets you so far. It will tide you over for about 5 hours, maybe a couple days max. Once my days are up, I can guarantee I will be wallowing in a pit of self-pity and endless woe and misery. Is that a STUPID over exaggeration - no way.

And I can tell I'm really upset because normally when I'm only partially upset, I have the motivation to do something. Like watch a favorite TV show. Or go work out. Or go dance. Or laugh at other people's pain and insufficiencies. Or eat. But nope. None of that sounds appealing right now. All I want to do is curl up in a little ball and die. Or punch something STUPID. Either or. But punching does require a lot more effort. So I probably won't do that.

To top it all off - it's finals week. Thank goodness I have only two left. But I really don't care anymore. So I most likely won't study as productively as I should. Therefore, I will probably fail. So logically, I will have to retake the STUPID class.

I quit. I give up. I'm throwing in the towel. I feel STUPID.

STUPID.
STUPID.
STUPID.

Please. 

Help. 

Me. 

Gettin There?

It's amazing what can happen in 2 months. I feel like I've been on the world's worst roller coaster ride. And by that I mean, yea there were some great ups and some fantastic flips and some scary downs and such. However, now that I'm off it - all I want to do is get back on. Does that make any sense? 

Probably not. Because clearly I suck at life and can not keep a consistent flow of people in my life nor, blog at a stable rate.  

I promise once I'm no longer [attempting] to study for finals - I say attempting because I really get nothing done because I can only think about one thing - but once they are over, I will become a better blogger and I will be consistent and stable and reliable [ <-- hah that's probably a lie] but I can hope right? 

I just keep telling myself, 'You can make it another day Emmers.' 

And at night I pray extra hard that I can.