tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32798540576029496742024-03-12T21:42:55.047-06:00Strictly A-Keddannakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.comBlogger69125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-46143220114523904762012-06-10T10:08:00.002-06:002012-06-10T10:08:43.363-06:00Parades, fireworks, and sunburns...I am a five year old girl at heart. I live for parades and fireworks. I love the summer time because that means I get to go to parades and watch tons of fireworks. I LOVE IT!!! Seriously, I was giggling during the fireworks last night. Despite how freezing cold I was, I loved every second of it. It made my whole life so much better!!<br />
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I took a small nap and then got ready to go to the fireworks. I LOVE THEM!!!! Seriously, if ever there is one thing that will always make me happy, it's sitting and watching fireworks. I love the smell of them, plus they are super cool!! Again, I am a five year old girl at heart. Unfortunately, I totally forgot my camera for the fireworks which was really sad to me. All in all I had a great time with my friends and family, sunburn and all!!! I would do it all over again if I could!!!annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-67557967796809678722012-03-12T02:39:00.001-06:002012-03-12T17:55:32.469-06:00Count Your Many BlessingsThis weekend has been so amazing!!! Friday I went to a movie with some amazing friends and my best friend John returned my call right before the movie started. I was super excited because we got to talk for a little less than an hour and a half! It completely made my night! I miss him so stinkin' much!!! I got to watch the last half hour of the movie, which was also super good!<br />
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Saturday morning we had the Saturday session of Stake Conference and it was so amazing! President Johnson talked about preparing to meet God and what we need to do. It was such a great talk. He told us a story of an LDS soldier during WWII. One day a week they would have Sunday services in a little room on the ship. Each week he would attend, he noticed the group would get bigger. The day before they were to go to battle, almost the entire crew attended Sunday services. The group was so large they had to meet on the deck of the ship. The soldier looked around him and noticed there were many ships anchored around them and all of them were holding similar services. The chaplain looked at them and said something along the lines of, "Men, I'm not going to lie to you. The odds are not in your favor. 50% of you will not survive this mission and will go on to meet your maker. Are you prepared?" I thought it was a super cool story and I just tried to google it and couldn't find it. He told it much better than I ever could. Sister Snow talked about getting to know people in person. She told us it is better to talk in person than to communicate using technology. It was a very good talk and I enjoyed it a lot!!! President Holmoe talked about spiritual crocodiles! It too was an excellent talk!<br />
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After conference, we decided we would make cookies for some of the girls in Relief Society that we felt needed a little extra pick me up! It was so much fun and I loved it. I don't think I have laughed that hard in a very long time! We had an extra plate of cookies, so I took them to John's parents. I love and miss them so much! They are two of the greatest people I have ever met! I really enjoyed talking to them!<br />
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Today during Stake Conference there were so many amazing things taught! I loved it today! It was so great! It was a day of spiritual highs!! Someone quoted Elder Bednar when he talked about finding the hand of the Lord everyday. I realized I needed to start doing that when I write in my journal! So, I shall return and report!!<br />
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Well, it's pretty late and I'm super tired… So I'm off to bed!!annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-90369110283537168432012-02-01T10:09:00.000-07:002012-02-01T10:09:19.967-07:00It's been awhile!I've kind of been wallowing in my own self pity lately, so I really haven't been in the mood to write, slash, who really wants to read depressing blog updates, right? So, here's the depressing stuff in a nut shell, and I'll tell you the happy in more detail!<br />
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As all of you who read my blog know, my best friend left last month and I miss him like crazy EVERY SINGLE DAY! I am literally saving my pennies so I can go see him ASAP! -There's my depressing-<br />
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On a super happy note… I got a car. It's a '98 Honda Accord and I am so very in love with it. My parents are super amazing and saw my need for a car so they bought it and I'm paying them back for it. I love this car! I love this car!!<br />
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Also on the happy scale! My job is going well. I'm finally starting to get into the swing of things. I get to wear jeans to work, which really makes me happy, plus the people I work with are amazing! Plus I'm getting money to pay for my car! That makes me super happy!!annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-65555999620098350062012-01-01T18:31:00.000-07:002012-01-02T04:14:52.713-07:00I ain't missin' you...WARNING… This post is going to be a depressing one with a happy ending… This morning before church, John and I said goodbye and I went off to church because I had to teach, and he started the drive to California. Last time we said goodbye, I cried like a baby, so I was kind of prepared. I woke up early and made him some lemon bars and a mix CD for the road, which is freaking AWESOME!! I'm listening to it right now as I wallow in self pity. ;) Here's why this is so difficult for me. John and I talk about EVERYTHING. We don't really have barriers with each other. I don't have anyone else like that in my life. It's really hard for me to say goodbye to that. I know that this is all new age and stuff, and I can talk to him online and over the phone and stuff, but it just isn't the same thing. I can't see his facial expressions and he can't see mine. He can still tell when I'm holding something back, but I can't tell when he's holding something back. Lately my John radar has been off anyway and I contribute that to the fact that he's not here. We can still pretty much have conversations just by looking at each other, but it was a bit harder for me. I miss this kid like crazy. He believes in me, which makes it easier for me to believe in myself. He knows just what to say to make me laugh super hard. He can embarrass me, which is hard because I just don't get embarrassed.<br />
I can/cannot wait to meet the amazing woman he will marry. She is going to have to be amazing because he deserves nothing less than that. I miss him like crazy!!<br />
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On a happier note… I got a job this week. I'm a receptionist for a company called Horizon Property Management. HOORAY!!!annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-60469446293708533112011-12-22T19:28:00.000-07:002011-12-22T19:28:20.221-07:00Man I've missed this kid!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My best friend joined the military early this year and went into basic while I was living in Georgia. Now that I'm home, things just aren't the same without him around. He got to come home for the holidays and I've been so excited that I haven't slept for FIVE days!<br />
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Perhaps I'm weird but bear with me a bit… I have missed him so much, but I think I forgot what it was about him I was missing. Does that make sense? For instance, today at lunch he would say something and I would suddenly realize that the something that he said was something that I missed. I miss that we can have entire conversations just by looking at each other. I miss having someone around who knows me so well. There are so many things I could say I miss, but my fingers are freezing and it's taken me about 20 minutes to get thus far because I have to keep warming my fingers every other word. So… This is a short post it's true, but I'm freezing. I just wanted to express how much I have missed him and how freaking happy I am that he is home for the holidays!annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-14103352257524847222011-12-10T12:46:00.001-07:002011-12-10T13:25:25.165-07:00BugsI don't know why, but when people post on Facebook or any public something how much weight they've lost, or just when they tell me, it makes me super annoyed. I don't know if it's because I'm jealous or what... I'm sure I just don't know, but sometimes it makes me want to punch them in the face. It really bugs me though when they're skinny minnies and tell me they have 20 more pounds to lose. I hate it. I also hate when people post their diets and workout plans. Really? who cares? I don't care that you ate a completely sugar free meal. I do not care! I'm sorry for my ranting. There is a point, I promise! Here it is… The fam is starting yet ANOTHER diet plan. I decided yesterday morning that I need to see where I'm at so I can see what kind of goal I need to make. When I weighed myself, I was sure the scale was broken. I walked into my mom's room and asked her how accurate her scale is. She told me it's right on with her Dr.'s scale. I am super happy to say that I've lost 40 pounds since the last time I weighed myself which was right before I decided to do P90X (That lasted 4-ish days)<br />
I've never been one to get the diet and exercise bug. In fact as soon as I start something new, I lose weight like crazy, then I see that and think, "Oh, I need a reward for that great effort!" Or, "I've been doing really well lately, I can take a day off." Unfortunately/Fortunately (This is a win/lose situation) This weight loss is not due to a diet and exercise program. It is due to the fact that stress does my body good! I have been so stressed lately about not having a job, needing a job, and wondering how I'm going to buy Christmas presents this year. I have been so blessed with miracle after miracle. When I came home, I had enough money to last me 3 months without a job. (All I had to pay for was my phone bill, so I still really didn't have a lot.) However random things would pop up here and there that would give me a little extra cash. Whether it was a job around the house someone wouldn't want to do, jury duty, or a 2 day job working for Time Out for Women. You would think with all these miracles going on around me that I would be less stressed out, but my brain doesn't work that way. My migraines have come back for a reunion tour. I get about 2 a week. I have ginormous knots in my neck and back which are causing my migraines. With a migraine comes nausea, with nausea comes loss of appetite, and with loss of appetite comes weight loss. (This post took quite the turn. I wasn't expecting to get into this.) I don't sleep. I just lay in my bed until 5:20am and then wake up 2 hours later when everyone else in the fam wakes up, which I'm sure is another cause for my migraines. I am going crazy! I NEED A JOB!<br />
For those of you wondering, this post wasn't going to be a serious one, but apparently my non-serious bone is still sleeping. :)annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-60424261244818568252011-12-02T15:17:00.001-07:002011-12-02T15:32:53.977-07:00The week of ThanksSo last week is a bit of a blur. I'll try and tell all exactly as it happened, but I'm not sure I can do that. It may have helped if I had written the blog at the beginning of this week, but I'm not one to take the easy way out.<br />
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Sunday the 20th I was asked to give a talk in Sacrament meeting for the 27th. I also had to give a lesson in my Gospel Principles class. Which PS I LOVE teaching. I feel like I have grown so much and learned a ton from teaching that class. The talk I had to give was on humility and my lesson was on missionary work. I decided I like teaching a lot more than giving a talk because I can ask questions and get feedback. However, I really feel like my talk went well. It took me five days to prepare and I was SUPER stressed about it, but it's over now so I can breathe. Thursday of course was Thanksgiving and it was amazing. I made cranberry sauce for the first time. For as long as I can remember we've never had cranberry sauce in our Thanksgiving meal, and I wanted to try it. I like it. I like it a lot in fact.<br />
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Every Sunday a group of my friends holds dessert night. It's just a bunch of us getting together to play games. I have so much fun. I make dessert… hence the name of dessert night. However I didn't on Sunday because I got to talk to my best friend in the entire world, and I decided that was much more important since I don't get to talk to him very often and I treasure the moments I get to talk to him. A few people told me we can't call it dessert night if I don't make dessert for them. We'll have to come up with a new name. Lucky for them… and me… some other people brought some food. I schooled the guys in a good game of Mario Kart. PS thank you to my friend Austin who vouched for my amazing skills during Mario Kart. The guys thought I would lose because I'm a girl. Their words. Not mine. Actually I asked if that was the reason and they said it was, so technically my words, but I spoke truth.<br />
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This week… Monday we didn't have FHE so a group of us went to a friends house and watched Captain America. It was amazing. I am super excited for The Avengers to come out. SUPER excited about it.<br />
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Tuesday, I watched White Christmas with the parents while sitting next to the warm fire. I love that movie. It always puts me right into the Christmas spirit. I'm super excited for Christmas.<br />
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Wednesday I had institute, which I love because a) it gets me out of the house, and b) it's always spiritually uplifting.<br />
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Still trying to find a job and I'm going a bit crazy, but I have hope! I pray my guts out before every interview, but nothing has stuck yet.<br />
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Well, until next time!annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-21624272477572477292011-11-02T11:32:00.002-06:002011-11-02T12:47:30.920-06:00Answers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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About a month ago someone in my ward gave a talk on receiving answers to our prayers. She said often times we receive answers to our prayers when we least expect them. Well, on Sunday I was sitting during the sacrament and I was praying my little heart out. As soon as the talks started, I knew it was going to be one of THOSE Sundays. You know the ones where you get 5,000 answers all at once and all of them are to BE PATIENT. I tell you what, I have never been one to enjoy the virtue of patience. I am the type of person, if I'm giving someone a ride and they are going to make me late, I will leave them. I used to tell my roommates that if they wanted a ride to church with me, they had to be ready at a certain time, because I do not wait. I think telling someone to have patience is a nice way of saying settle down and stop whining at me. Well, that night, I went to our dessert night, and I started talking to my friends about my concerns and my sacrament meeting full of, "Anna be patient." I had this blinding flash of the obvious… I am a control freak. I hate not being in control. I hate having to depend on other people for anything. As I shared this with my friends, one of them said, "Yes, but you have to realize who you are having to depend on." I guess I didn't think of that. Which is stupid because of how obvious it is to me. It's not like having to depend on someone who has never come through for me. I am depending on the one person who has never let me down. The one person I am always able to count on. The one person who knows me better than I could ever know myself. It doesn't mean that this patience thing is easy. It doesn't mean that I'm going to like giving up my control, but it does mean that I am going to try as hard as I can to just be patient. He knows what He's doing. He knows what I need to do in order to find true happiness. I just wish He would hurry up and get me there. The funny thing is, that I had a 7 year plan. I was going to go to culinary school, which depending where I go is 2-3 years. Then I will have my restaurant for 3-4 years again depending on the school. That is 3-4 years I will have of being a workaholic and I wont be MIA from my family. So when I am 32 years old, I can start my family. I was all sorts of excited about my 7 year plan up until a couple weeks ago. Now, I just have to put my trust in my Father in Heaven because He knows what is best for me. It shouldn't be as hard as it is, but I'm trying as hard as I can.annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-71631760343246929042011-10-06T14:51:00.001-06:002011-10-06T14:58:15.984-06:00What am I going to do with my -<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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One of my really good friends passed away yesterday from complications after his airplane crashed. <a href="http://www.abc4.com/content/news/top_stories/story/Second-victim-dies-after-West-Jordan-soccer-field/AU26RASJ_UWubW1-_myQFg.cspx">Jared Despain</a> was one of the kindest people I have ever met. He would drop everything to help a friend in need. I met him when I was living in the Nisson Towers at Dixie State College. He was one of the first people to befriend me. We would sit up and watch movies all night, or just sit and talk. He was one of the greatest people. He had the greatest sense of humor. He will most definitely be missed!<br />
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It made me think of a year ago when I read a poem entitled, "What will you do with your dash?"<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">I read of a man who stood to speak at the funeral of a friend.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">He referred to the dates on her tombstone.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">From the beginning ……… to the end.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">He noted that first came her date of birth</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">And spoke the following date with tears,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">But he said what mattered most of all</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">Was the dash between those years.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">(1934-1998)</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">For that dash represents all the time</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">That she spent alive on earth….</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">And now only those who loved her</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">Know what that little line is worth.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">For it matters not, how much we own;</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">The cars… the house… the cash,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">What matters is how we live and love</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">And how we spend our dash.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">So think about this long and hard…</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">Are there things you’d like to change?</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">For you never know how much time is left,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">That can still be rearranged.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">If we could just slow down enough</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">To consider what’s true and real,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">And always try to understand</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">The way other people feel.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">And be less quick to anger,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">And show appreciation more</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">And love the people in our lives</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">Like we’ve never loved before.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">If we treat each other with respect,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">And more often wear a smile…</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">Remembering that this special dash</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">Might only last a little while.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">So, when your eulogy’s being read</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">With your life’s actions to rehash…</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">Would you be proud of the things they say</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"><br /></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;">About how you spent your dash?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">There were so many people who loved Jared because of how willing he was to serve. I hope that one day I can be like him in that way. My life is most definitely better having known him.</span><br />
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I have not been able to sleep for the life of me these past few nights. I don't know what it is that's causing a lack of sleep, but all I want to do is sleep!! Once I want to wake up feeling awake instead of groggy. Why can I not just fall asleep?!?!?!?!annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-55134489212365508772011-09-03T23:21:00.000-06:002011-09-03T23:33:32.285-06:00I ❤ BYU Football!!!OK I love me some BYU Football season. It is most definitely without a doubt my favorite season of the year. Today we kicked off the season with a crappy win, but it was a win none-the-less.<br />
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Today I did all my jobs early so I could be done by the time the game started, then I had a plan to go to the temple after the game had ended. However, during the 4th quarter, I was getting really mad at my team. (Yes... I do believe that they can hear me yelling at them, no matter where they are playing! I am in Bronco's head!) I decided that if I had to watch them lose, I was going to be angrier than I already was, so I just decided I would leave and go to the temple while I was only kind of angry. As I was turning onto Temple View, I decided I would listen to the game, just to hear the score. Turns out BYU had scored 1 touchdown, and I thought, I would be OK now, because at least the final score wouldn't be 13-0. As I pulled into the parking lot to the temple, Ole Miss fumbled the ball and BYU scored another touchdown. I screamed!!! It could have been Greg Wrubel's excitement that caused it, but I had to sit in the car after I parked to A) calm down, and B) listen to the end of the game. As I walked into the temple I was half tempted to tell everyone, "BYU won... 14-13." I did however, have perma-grin. So like I said it was a crappy win, but a win none-the-less. All I can hope for is that BYU kicks it up a notch when they play Texas next weekend!! Hooray for BYU football!!!<br />
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<br />annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-60622474496374269542011-07-20T09:44:00.000-06:002011-07-20T09:44:19.304-06:00What happened?!?!?!I have two very amazing parents who so lovingly drove to Georgia to come pick me up. We loaded up the car (I mean LOADED up the car. I was sardined in the back seat.) and headed out of Columbus on Tuesday morning. We drove through some interesting places like Toad Suck Arkansas. We arrived home on Thursday. When we pulled into the driveway there was a super cute drawing and the words, "Welc-om Home" my 7 and 4 year old nephews wrote for us. I took pictures but the sun was weird so you can't really read it. Friday and Saturday were spent with family and friends. Sunday, I was SUPER excited to go to church. I don't really know why, but I could hardly wait. All the singles wards in our region now meet at the same building. I had to park clear in the boonies. When I walked in there were people EVERYWHERE! After talking a bit with people I hadn't seen in a while, I was led into the Relief Society room. It felt so great to be back. They were doing Relief Society interviews and my it was my turn, so I walked out and was trying to find the room they were in, when the bishop spotted me. He asked me to follow him into his office. He told me he was going to talk with the Relief Society Presidency to see if they needed me in there and he let me go. As I walked out I saw two of my cousins, so we sat down and talked for a while, Suddenly the bishop came out and told me he knew where I needed to be, so I went back in and received the calling to teach Gospel Principles. I went to Gospel Doctrine and was taught an amazing lesson on the Atonement. During Sacrament meeting when they sustained me for my calling, everyone kind of laughed because it was my first day back and I already have a calling. My records hadn't even been transferred yet. They were on Monday though! I went to the LDS unemployment center in Springville to see if they could help me get a job. They were telling me I may need to change my information myself, but when I logged on, my ward had already updated everything. I love this ward so much and I know this is where I need to be. I am still in need of a job though, so if anyone knows of somewhere that is hiring, please let me know! I'm not such a fan of the job hunt!annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-1200592305120244362011-07-08T22:36:00.000-06:002011-07-08T22:36:12.070-06:00Hard time...OK I have a confession. I feel like I am made fun of A LOT by my family... I'll admit, I make it EXCEPTIONALLY easy. So when I have the opportunity to give someone a hard time, I do it. However, I admit, I do sometimes go a bit too far. So here's my story...<br />
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One of my amazing sisters had her 5th child on May 31st and I found out today. July 8th. So I decided I would give her a hard time. Now... I'm not married so I don't have children (yes I know you can have children out of wedlock. I choose not to. I tend to believe "first comes love, then comes marriage, then comes a baby in the baby carriage.") I cannot begin to fathom how insanely busy this amazing woman is. So, I just would like her to know that despite my joking and teasing I don't blame her for not telling me that I have a new nephew and I just can't wait to meet him when I get home!annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-17364737751086090682011-07-05T00:19:00.000-06:002011-07-05T00:19:12.024-06:00Almost 1 year<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBUpzLZkKSxd-E8yBv8vsgF2lwBgNCLs6-jRpmVqgajY6aKqwEqTf01aF7A-8VpV6l8x19PLqPtItZX1QPqRPnVrq658MeqMOoKp6_41jhTW9-8tYJcNBO2lKysXKVLM2qEv2fA_qJq88/s1600/Photo_100_0346-463x343.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="237" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBUpzLZkKSxd-E8yBv8vsgF2lwBgNCLs6-jRpmVqgajY6aKqwEqTf01aF7A-8VpV6l8x19PLqPtItZX1QPqRPnVrq658MeqMOoKp6_41jhTW9-8tYJcNBO2lKysXKVLM2qEv2fA_qJq88/s320/Photo_100_0346-463x343.jpg" width="320" /></a></div>Can you believe it was almost 1 year ago? This isn't the actual car I was in. In fact the guy hit us a little bit further back than that, but only by about 2 inches.<br />
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As I have been thinking about that day, I constantly remember just a couple weeks before the accident. I was in the car with my best friend and we were driving from my house to his which isn't even a mile and the speed limit is only 25mph. I refused to put my seatbelt on because we weren't going that far. He stopped in the middle of the road and said to me, "Anna, yours is a life worth saving." Needless to say, I clicked it. I still wont admit that it was his words that made me do it. It was definitely the car coming up behind us that made me do it.<br />
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2 weeks after that I was in the Macey's Grocery store parking lot and I made a VERY conscious decision to NOT put my seatbelt on. I can still hear the voice in my head telling me I needed to put my seat belt on and I stupidly ignored it. My friend who was driving didn't even know I wasn't wearing it. She told the police I had it on. Still to this day I can't believe I walked away with a just a bump on my head. I should have been thrown through the windshield. I still cry when I wonder what my roll is on this earth. Why was I kept alive when I clearly shouldn't have been? What am I supposed to be doing? I am positive this is not a day I will ever forget.annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-48626189352123403822011-06-19T10:54:00.000-06:002011-06-19T10:54:16.371-06:00What I learned today...I didn't go to church today because when it was time for me to get up I had only had 2 hours of sleep and I could barely open my eyes to turn my alarm clock off. So, I slept. When I woke up I took a shower, I'm sure everyone who lives here will be thankful for that. :) I made some banana bread, then I decided I needed some uplifting. So, here's what I learned today.<br />
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Did you know that you can type LDS into itunes store and there are TONS of free podcasts you can download? Currently I'm listening to the priesthood session of April 2009. This podcast has all conference sessions from April '04 to April '11. It includes YW sessions, Relief Society sessions, Priesthood sessions, and General sessions. I love it. Best learning day ever! I know that it doesn't compare to being able to go to church and take the sacrament, but it will have to do for the week. My week is always a ton harder if I don't get to church to partake of the sacrament and my mood changes. I'm really sad that I wasn't able to go, but that is one good thing about the church... I can do it next week. It's just getting through this week.annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-88298519877813663572011-06-14T19:31:00.000-06:002011-06-14T19:31:32.263-06:002 Steps Away<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/etIvERHl0Qg?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe>This video is from So You Think You Can Dance in '09. It is about overcoming fear. I love it. I think it is such an amazing dance so I wanted to share it. </div>annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-10810059496762158362011-06-13T23:40:00.000-06:002011-06-13T23:40:06.204-06:00The Most Beautiful HeartWhen I was at girls camp one year our leaders read us <a href="http://www.spellweavingpoet.com/Most_Beautiful_Heart.htm">This Story</a> and then gave each of us pieced together hearts. I don't know what started it, or what made us think of it, but after we were done my best friend Holly and I each took one of the pieces and traded. I don't know why, but I think of that day a lot. The two of us will always be there for each other. Even if we haven't talked for whatever reason. She is one of my very favorite people in the entire world and I am so glad we exchanged "heart pieces" that day!annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-38804048428587233082011-06-11T02:28:00.000-06:002011-06-11T02:28:09.838-06:004:00am postI can't sleep because I have 10 gagillion things on my mind.<br />
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This is a really dumb thing to be thinking about at 4:00am but... have you ever done something really stupid and no matter how long ago it was, you still feel super dumb having done it? That's why I can't sleep. It was in November. Something I'm sure the person with me doesn't even remember, but I still feel SUPER STUPID. Does this happen to anyone else? You know that feeling you get too? Like you can't really breathe? I don't even know why I thought of it randomly. It's not something that is always on my mind. I don't know!! I sure wish I could just forget it and fall asleep.<br />
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On a side note, I've been contemplating lately about moving back home from Georgia. I'm sure that most of you can tell that I miss my family terribly and want nothing more than to be with them. I have really been thinking a lot about my little niece Audrey and how much I love that girl. When I went home in March Jaime asked me to pick the kids up from school. When SJ walked out he looked around to see if anyone was watching him, then he quickly gave me a side hug so no one would see him. He's already too cool for school. Audrey came out and as soon as she saw me she started running to me and jumped on me and wrapped her legs around me and just hugged me for like 30 seconds. I miss that little girls so stinking much! She then asked me not to go back to Georgia.<br />
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I've been thinking a lot about why I came... Mostly because people have been asking me a lot. I think I figured it out. I think my reason was to help me be a better person. In the 6 months I've been here, a lot has happened. I discovered a lot about myself. I've learned that I have the most amazing family in the world and I took that for granted. They are so willing to help me anyway they can. Mostly, I made the decision to go through the temple. I still remember the phone call I made to my dad that day. I don't think I'll ever forget what he said to me. I had just told him that I decided it was the right thing for me to do and he said, "I was going to call you today and tell you that the decisions you make today will effect the rest of your life." No one knew that I had been prayerfully considering going through the temple. I hope I remember the day I went the rest of my life. I will never forget how nervous I was. Mostly I hope to never forget the overwhelming amount of love I felt. Almost all of my family was able to make it. It was the best day I have ever had. I don't think I would have made the decision if I was still at home. Or if I had, I don't think it would have been for the same reasons. I am grateful that I have learned so much.<br />
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OH... I also learned that if my phone is dying I need to call or text someone to tell them that my phone is dying and approximately what time I'll be home. Otherwise, I get grounded. Sorry.annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-3136073037442807802011-05-08T00:07:00.000-06:002011-05-08T00:07:17.558-06:00The Fam...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeWdRnWTgYN1JE8tyhUoyacVWJgb9i2L2Jino6-GfL2TePZhPO7j0HdyvIyq9UKxAsXbD8D_fQqhDvmJWokyiLhWjYiWmoxWJqNmwfeYflh65K0lAZ2qhVxler_boHdvPaujNoScCtclU/s1600/Family.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="197" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeWdRnWTgYN1JE8tyhUoyacVWJgb9i2L2Jino6-GfL2TePZhPO7j0HdyvIyq9UKxAsXbD8D_fQqhDvmJWokyiLhWjYiWmoxWJqNmwfeYflh65K0lAZ2qhVxler_boHdvPaujNoScCtclU/s400/Family.jpg" width="400" /></a>OK... I admit it. I'm a baby. I miss my family so much that it pains me! Since I got to Georgia I've been debating on if this was the right move. When I put my pros and cons on paper my number one con is always the same. I miss my family like crazy! When I went home in March for the Lady GaGa concert I was super lucky to have some of my plans with my friends fall through so I got to spend time with my mom and my sisters. I also went through the temple while I was home so I got to have <i>most</i> of my family with me. I have the worlds best family. I know that no matter what all of them will be there for me and with me when I need them to be. Although my temple date was set, I wasn't sure if I was going to be able to go due to scheduling conflicts I had with my branch president and my stake president here. I was extremely lucky because every member of my family in Utah was there with me. I honestly can't think of a better day. Yes that day trumps the Chris Farley foundation for sure. :) I was so overwhelmed by all of the love. I know my family loves me but that day they were all at the temple for me. I couldn't have asked for a better trip to the temple. I often wonder if while I was in Heaven if I begged and pleaded to be placed in this amazing family. If I looked at this family with two amazing parents and six amazing siblings and said, "Please, can I just be with them? I will have seven of the best examples in the world. They will teach me and be patient with me as I make my own mistakes. Please send me with them?" Although I still kind of complain about the time my Uncle Jim tried to compare me to my sister Christy. "You know, Anna, when Christy was your age, she was just coming home from her mission. She didn't have blue hair." Thank you Uncle Jim, I will keep that in mind. And even though while I was growing up, I never brought my guy friends home because they would all fall in love with my sister Andrea, and I'll admit, I hated her for it. She is one of my very best friends now. Although Josh knows exactly what to say to make me cry, I know it's not on purpose. Whether he's asking me about my car accident that I 100% should not have lived through and I walked away with a bump on my head, or if he's asking me how work is going after I got fired. He can also make me laugh. The man does know his way through Salt Lake so when I get lost, he is always there to guide me to where I need to be. Joe knows his way around Columbus so when I get lost while on a delivery, he's always there to help me as well. Even though he loves to make fun of me for the stupid things I do and say. Melissa is always there when I need a friend. Jaime is always there when I need a break from everything. Then there are my AMAZING parents. There are no two people who will ever measure up to the greatness of these two people. They have taught me so much. I love them immensely. I must admit, hands down, I have the best family of all time and I miss them terribly. What I wouldn't give to have the best of both worlds.annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-65497018462908855752011-05-01T03:15:00.000-06:002011-05-01T03:15:30.565-06:00My momWhen I was living in Provo UT, I was about to move back to Mapleton with my family. If I remember right, I think I had a week left in my apartment and no money to pay for gas so I hadn't been home to see my family in about a mont or so. One day I was sitting at my desk at work when I was working at the clinic and I started thinking about my mom and I started crying. Upon further analysis I realized that I missed her. I was living 20 minutes away from her during rush hour, and I missed her. I quickly realized that I needed to call her. I'm not exactly the type of person who can call just to say "I miss you." I need to have a reason. As the phone was ringing I was quickly going through my brain thinking, "What is my reason for calling her?" I heard her say, "Hello?" and I replied with, "Hey mom. I was just wondering, where are we going to put my garbage can when I get home? It will be too big for my room, and you already have one in the kitchen." The garbage can? REALLY?!?!? She sweetly informed me that we would figure it out and our conversation ended.<br />
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Now living in Georgia, which according to Mapquest is 30-32 hours depending on the route you take, I cannot express to you how much I miss this woman. She is my hero. She has always been there when I needed someone to talk to. She also always knew when I needed someone to talk to. She is hilarious. I love spending time with her. I remember when I was sick and she would play with my hair. She was the best at that. She taught me that if I want to have a black woman down deep inside, I can have a black woman down deep inside. She taught me, if ever I'm in need of an answer to anything, I can always find it in the scriptures and she could tell me which ones to look through. She is the best person I know. If I turn out to be half the person that she is I'll be pretty amazing! I love her so much.<br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjywns8JiON4ndbc4AiyAL0_vB00DZpQ5FGhN5DpAc28lxLFhnjYeWdWh6wb7-qKwaj_yqwXl21wbnKtsgsFWC9GCfG7MVbuyApU8yKxwznuQQ7OaKx4WSwK0gSaXxkZYdGIz5ZKKoGPx4/s1600/DSCN0468.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjywns8JiON4ndbc4AiyAL0_vB00DZpQ5FGhN5DpAc28lxLFhnjYeWdWh6wb7-qKwaj_yqwXl21wbnKtsgsFWC9GCfG7MVbuyApU8yKxwznuQQ7OaKx4WSwK0gSaXxkZYdGIz5ZKKoGPx4/s320/DSCN0468.JPG" width="320" /></a></div>I think my niece or one of my nephews took this picture and caught her off guard, but none the less, she is my mom and I couldn't ask for a better person to raise me!annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-51530117229251216002011-04-28T02:51:00.001-06:002011-04-28T02:59:40.441-06:00I know it's Thursday... But...Some guys in my branch think the song Friday by Rebecca Black is so horrible that it's hilarious. I personally think it's pretty funny too... until it's stuck in my head. I recently came across this version and well, it makes me laugh! Mom you have to watch the whole thing because one of the guests makes me think of you every time I watch it!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I love this movie. Not only does it make me cry, but it makes me laugh too. It's my favorite movie to cry to! I'm just sayin' that if I was married to Gerard Butler and he was writing me SUPER cute letters, I would have the same reactions as Hilary Swank does. Just sayin'!</div><br />
<span id="goog_1240139163"></span><span id="goog_1240139164"></span>annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3279854057602949674.post-49580614210805149302011-04-03T21:00:00.000-06:002011-04-03T21:00:08.667-06:00P90... HUH?!?!OK so I gave in. I bought P90X and we are starting tomorrow. I must admit that I'm more than scared. I'm almost passed terrified! Tonight we did the fitness test to see if we can really do it and well... all of us passed. I'm still quite afraid. I've had an on-going battle with my weight and I have mostly given up. I've decided that this will be my last resort. I figured that since I spent all this money on it, it will hopefully give me motivation. I'm going to do it and it's going to give me EPIC results! Well... it will be an early morning for us tomorrow, so I'll see ya in 3 weeks to tell you if I'm alive or not!annakeddhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07950193140598764447noreply@blogger.com0