Apparently the ultimate wish is suppossed to take place at 11:11pm on 11/11/11. But I say no. Who needs wishing when you have the power of prayer? I get to say an "ultimate prayer" every morning and every night, because I know who I am praying to has all the power.
Oh & 280 days till I get my baby back :) Maybe less :) I love you elder flores!!! :)
Friday, November 11, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
the truth about me right now
Somewhere between the whirl of teen-age dates and the responsibility of matrimony, we find a lone creature called the Missionary's Girl.
They come in two varieties... engaged and not engaged. They come in assorted sizes, weights, and colors, blue being the most common.
The missionary's girl is found at home, missing parties (Just the parties that have overzealous RM's), staying away from dances (too depressing without ??? there), paying her own way to the movies, and buying stationary by the gross.
Missionaries love them, young girls look up to them, parents tolerate them, postmen hate them, and weekly letters support them.
A missionary's girl is a composite. She has the appetite of a hormonally unstable 18-year-old girl, the enthusiasm of a wet noodle, the patience of Job, the persistence of a stainless steel salesman and the imagination of Scherazade.
She likes letters from the mission field, invitations to his home, long distance telephone calls, items for his scrapbook, pictures of him, and other girls who are waiting (I LOVE my MGs!).
She isn't much for Saturday nights out on the town ; people who say, "Two years is a long time"; or “Don’t waste your time” or the classic “ so much can happen in two years” , new clothes with no one to wear them for; sad movies and music; movies with love scenes; knitting; wedding receptions; little sisters who date; calenders; and "Dear Janes."
A missionary's girl is an odd object: She can get lonesome, discouraged, and temporarily lose faith in the whole missionary system. No one else can write such cheerful letters in such a rotten mood. No one else can get such a thrill at the end of the day by the words, "Why yes, there is a letter for you." Nobody else is so early to bed and so early to rise.(More like....Nobody else is capable of writing such competent, lengthy, and entertaining letters in the wee hours of the morning.)
A missionary's girl is virtue with no chance to be otherwise, faith with twenty-four months to wait, prudence with 69 cents in her savings account, and beauty with no one to give a darn.
Yes, she is all this, but it will all be forgotten the day he receives his letter of release and, upon his arrival home she will probably utter the words she once considered trite, "It hasn't seemed like any time at all!"
They come in two varieties... engaged and not engaged. They come in assorted sizes, weights, and colors, blue being the most common.
The missionary's girl is found at home, missing parties (Just the parties that have overzealous RM's), staying away from dances (too depressing without ??? there), paying her own way to the movies, and buying stationary by the gross.
Missionaries love them, young girls look up to them, parents tolerate them, postmen hate them, and weekly letters support them.
A missionary's girl is a composite. She has the appetite of a hormonally unstable 18-year-old girl, the enthusiasm of a wet noodle, the patience of Job, the persistence of a stainless steel salesman and the imagination of Scherazade.
She likes letters from the mission field, invitations to his home, long distance telephone calls, items for his scrapbook, pictures of him, and other girls who are waiting (I LOVE my MGs!).
She isn't much for Saturday nights out on the town ; people who say, "Two years is a long time"; or “Don’t waste your time” or the classic “ so much can happen in two years” , new clothes with no one to wear them for; sad movies and music; movies with love scenes; knitting; wedding receptions; little sisters who date; calenders; and "Dear Janes."
A missionary's girl is an odd object: She can get lonesome, discouraged, and temporarily lose faith in the whole missionary system. No one else can write such cheerful letters in such a rotten mood. No one else can get such a thrill at the end of the day by the words, "Why yes, there is a letter for you." Nobody else is so early to bed and so early to rise.(More like....Nobody else is capable of writing such competent, lengthy, and entertaining letters in the wee hours of the morning.)
A missionary's girl is virtue with no chance to be otherwise, faith with twenty-four months to wait, prudence with 69 cents in her savings account, and beauty with no one to give a darn.
Yes, she is all this, but it will all be forgotten the day he receives his letter of release and, upon his arrival home she will probably utter the words she once considered trite, "It hasn't seemed like any time at all!"
Sunday, October 23, 2011
It's MY life!
Wow so I feel like it has been a really super long time since I have been on my blog!! I've been having fun!! Here is some what of a recap:
Went with Karen, Sister Patton, Sydney, and Belle to the Hollywood Bowl
Went with The Patton's to go meet Brooke White and see her preform at the Hard Rock in Hollywood!
Got pictures from my best friend Tela! I miss her so much!!!
Finally made it into the 200's!! :) I LOVE ELDER FLORES!
So these past two months, I have learned alot about myself as well as the people around me that I considered myself close with. Some good, some bad, but in the end, everything I decide to do, everything I feel, everything I choose, and everything I say is OKAY, because that's what I WANT to say. I feel like for a long time I wouldn't stand up for how I really felt, but that is now in the past. These couple past weeks have pissed me the hell off, but in the end, I come out stronger and closer to the people that matter the most. Family is a priority.
Hope everyone is doing well :) :)
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
Labor day Annual San Diego Temple Trip!
Every year, my singles ward goes to the SD temple on labor day to do sessions or baptisms. This year was amazing! We went to the Newport Temple and did work, then down to SD. Afterwards, we had lunch at Islands :)
My Missionary!
Wow I seriously cant believe that today I havent seen my boyfriend in 400 days! Thats soooo long :'( But I know that in the end it will alllll be worth it! I miss you Elder Flores, you are everything to me.
Sundays on the Beach :)
So for the past couple of sundays, my friends and I have been going to the beach after church. We bring a picnic, take pictures, and just act silly together :)
Our jumping picture! We all look so funny! hahahahahaa BELLE WHERE R U GOING?
We decided to try and act like gangsters. It didnt really work.
I love these ladies! BELLE OPEN YOUR EYES!
We were all running in the waves and Brother Patton thought it was just soooo funny that I got wet!
Posse up!
SOOOO typical Katy and Sydney!
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
When?
Everything is just wrong and I am so overwhelmed. Working 2 fulltime jobs and going to school fulltime is never a good idea, and I realize that now. I never have time for myself. I am working 715am till 10pm at night, with barely any time to eat something and go to the bathroom in the middle of the day. I am not sure how much longer I can keep this up. Talking to certain people in the past 2 days has changed me. I feel like I dont know myself anymore. I used to be so sure, so confident, and now its like I took 100 steps in the wrong direction. When do I get to say enough is enough?
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