September 30, 2012

115 days.

31 days until:

(But let's be honest....the candy corn consumption begins now. And the calorie count for each day should only increase until then.)

48 days until:

53 days until:

(The potatoes are of course the most important part. I will also be stuffing myself with pumpkin pie and the other necessaries. My stomach has been stretched out all year for this.)

75 days until:

(Happy 21st to me)

86 days until:

(Merry Christmas to all)

115 days until I will be here:


That should come soon enough.
Half a pregnancy.
3 full moons.
4 more Fast Sundays. (and those come fast enough...)

September 17, 2012

we know how to live life.

 Hello, meet Britney. Sometimes we like to randomly pose on railroad tracks and take awkward photos.
(Before this picture we floated down the Provo River. So. Fun. Yay for summer:)
Other times we like to take a little trip to Park City.  
(Not only did we ride the alpine slide at the Olympic Park, but we went on the world's steepest zipline down the mountain. And went down the alpine slide again. Not to mention the VIP tour of the Olympic Park....we have connections....watching the crazy people jump off the mountain into the swimming pool, shopping the outlets, eating food, making rad cups at Color Me Mine, staying in a that even legal? It was kind of sketchy and some maintenance guy had to come fix our door so it would lock...eating more food, and having a lovely little weekend)

Sometimes we go to Nicklecade, and win lovely little prizes, as is clearly obvious above.
(and sleep outside on flat air-mattresses and eat fro-yo)

 Let's be honest, everything we do revolves around food.....

Oh, and sometimes we take spontaneous trips to the Great Salt Lake to kayak.
That picture doesn't even show our gourmet picnic-on-the-water of a jar of peaches, capri sun, and granola bar. Delicious. It also doesn't show the poop-brown water crawling with brine-shrimp or the swarms of flies.
(After we go to the zoo on the one day the whole year it happens to be closed, and sitting in the parking lot of dumb boondocks for an hour, we improvised.)
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Thank you Brit for playing. Thanks for joining the losers-who-live-at-home club. I love us. I love that we know how to live life. Cause we sure are funny. We are still going to be doing this until we live in that yellow house on the corner across from the temple in Logan:)

September 12, 2012

Photo Book

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September 6, 2012

Called to Serve

Dear Sister Andrews:

You are hereby called to serve as a missionary of 
The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. 
You are assigned to labor in the Argentina Rosario mission.

Your purpose will be to invite others to come unto Christ by helping them receive the restored gospel through faith in Jesus Christ and His Atonement, repentance, baptism, receiving the gift of the Holy Ghost, and enduring to the end. As you serve with all your heart, might, mind and strength, the Lord will lead you to those who are prepared to be baptized. 

The Lord will reward you for the goodness of your life. Greater blessings and more happiness than you have yet experienced await you as you humbly and prayerfully serve the Lord in this labor of love among His children. We place our confidence in you and pray that the Lord will help you become an effective missionary. 

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Argentina?! Woohooo!!!!!

August 29, 2012 I received my mission call. 
Of course, it was the one day that our mail came 3 hours later than usual. Talk about the longest day at work...
It just so happens I was in Logan this week to work. 
But waiting an extra 2 days until I got home would not be acceptable. So, I met the fam in Brigham City to open it. Well, most of them.
Before even going through the open house, I had to rip that envelope open. We sat (quite unceremoniously) on a bench, for me to open it. One of the most anticipate moments in any pre-missionaries life is holding that fat little envelope. 
And then....
Argentina Rosario!!!
January 23, 2012.
I could not be more excited!
And almost as importantly, I get to learn spanish:)
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It is quite a feeling to be called as a missionary. This is no generic thing. Well, at least I think not.
But really, as any person who has opened a mission call knows, there is something special about personally being called by Heavenly Father through prophets where you are supposed to serve. 
The people are being prepared for you to share the gospel with. 
The timing is right, there is a reason why and when you are called. 
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{By: Bruce R Mcconkie}

I am called of God.

My authority is above that of kings of the earth.
By revelation I have been selected as a personal representative of the Lord Jesus Christ.
He is my master and He has chosen me to represent Him--to stand in His place, to say and do what He Himself would say and do if He personally were ministering to the very people to whom He has sent me.
My voice is His voice, and my acts are His acts; my doctrine is His doctrine.
My Commission is to do what He wants done; To say what He wants said; to be a living modern witness in word and in deed of the divinity of his great and marvelous Latter-day work.

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And how cute are these kids.