Cedar City

Last Monday I left the valley of Salt Lake to travel to another known as Cedar City. I was headed down to the Shakespeare Festival, and was excited to be going. I was also excited because about 50 of the students that I worked with were going as well. My first stop was at my site teachers house. We had decided earlier that we were going to carpool down with some other people. Once at her place I found out what we would be riding in. I will have you know that we took a limo the whole way down. For you see, her dad just happens to own one and wanted to drive it. It was a very nice drive.

Once we got to Cedar City we stopped at the hotel and checked in. From there we ran through the agenda with the students and there parents. We also went through all of the dances that they would be preforming in the plays the next day. Once that was accomplished our limo picked us up and we went over the the campus to see the shows. The first show we watched was the Greenshow that is put on before the main plays. It was full and singing, dancing, and jokes, and just fun to watch. After that show we headed over to the Randall Theater to watch Great Expectations. The students were excited to see a real play and even more excited to all be going together. The show was done really well and we all had a great time.



The next morning we got up bright and early to get to the Adams Theater by 7:15 in the am. Our students were granted the opportunity to preform their plays on stage at the Adams Theater that morning. They were to start the show at 9:00. Therefore, we needed to get stage props ready, costumes in order, sound hooked up, and all of the students in hair and makeup ready to go on stage. It was a crazy morning where everyone was just running around trying to get things accomplished. I helped unload props, set up costumes, run through dance numbers, and was just making sure that all of the students were accounted for.



All of the students were really excited to be putting on their show somewhere beside the school gym. They were especially excited when they saw that it wasn't just their parents that were coming to watch them. We had a lot of the college students on campus and other people who were there for the festival come and watch the students preform. They heard something was going on and came to check it out. Overall, the students did a really great job with their shows. Some where a bit nervous and missed a line here or there, but for the most part they all did an amazing job. I spent most of my time back stage helping them change costumes, fix makeup, cuing them when they needed to get on stage, and just trying to keep things in order. It was fun to be a part of it all and see how much these students had accomplished.

After the shows, the owner of the theater took all of the kids on a backstage tour. He took them down to the tunnels and showed them all of the actor rooms and trap doors to the stage. He also took them to through the tunnels to the theater across the street and to the prop storage area. The students thought that is was really cool to see how everything worked and how it could all come together. After the tour we served them lunch and then handed out awards to all of the cast members. They all did such a great job with their parts that we had to give one to everyone.

Once every award had been given out and all of the lunch stuff had been cleaned up we decided to go and get our own lunch(it always seems to be the case that when you are the one serving lunch you never eat). We went to the place called the Pastry Pub. It is this dry Irish pub that has amazing food. My favorite part was the Italian sodas. I got a strawberry coconut mint one. It truly was delicious. From there we just went back to the hotel and crashed for a couple of hours. After running around all morning it was nice just to hang out and relax for a little bit.



That night we went to the Green show once again. This time they had a Scottish themed show. They did some funny songs and some great dancing including Irish and tap. It was so much fun to watch them preform. After the Greenshow we went and saw Macbeth. We were lucky enough to get tickets from my site teachers parents. These ticket just happened to be on the second row in priority seating. It was such a neat experience to be that close to the stage and to really see the expressions on the actors faces. The not so cool part was getting spit on when they talked, but it was worth it. The show was soooo good. The actors did an amazing job and most of the time you felt like you were actually there with them. It was also really cool to watch because Macbeth is one of the shows that my students put on. It was fun to compare the two and to see the students reactions to watching a show that they preformed as well.




The next morning we just packed up and headed home. It was such a fun trip and I am really glad that I was able to go and be involved with the students once again. They all did such great work and I am really proud of them. If you have not been to the Shakespeare festival I highly snuggest that you go. It is a truly great experience.

My Mom

It has come to my attention over the years that my mom is one of the amazing ones. I am sure that others of you think your moms are amazing as well, and if so, you are very lucky. Because it has also come to my attention over the years that not all moms are so great or amazing. Not all moms support you or make you feel loved, but I am happy to say that my mom does.

Growing up I am sure that I took most of what my mom did for me and my siblings for granite. I just assumed that every mom did everything that she did and that that was what all moms were supposed to do. I just sort of figured that every other kid grew up with what I did. As a little girl it never clicked that all moms were not the same. The more I have grown though, and the more that I have talked to others about growing up as kids, the more I have realized just how amazing my mom really is. For you see, growing up I had a mom who cared in a big way. A mom who cared about what we did and what we learned. But also a mom who cared about each of us enough, that we never felt like we were missing out on anything or that we had been passed over for another sibling.

As a kid I grew up hanging out on my moms bed while she would make bows to go in mine and my sisters hair. I remember watching her curl the ribbons and tie the bows together and wondering what I would wear it with when she was finished. I grew up making cookies in the kitchen all of the time, even though we tended to get more of the frosting and sprinkles over ourselves and the kitchen rather then the actual cookies. I grew up going to Wheeler Farm, the Zoo, The Childrens Museum, and many more places, thinking that it was the biggest adventure one could ever go on because my mom would make it seem that way. I grew up playing with a quiet book in church that my mom made for us (and I am just realizing how much work it took to make because I am making my own). I grew up having birthday parties with friends and sleepovers where we were allowed to laugh into the night. I grew up taking dance lessons and playing baseball because my mom told us that girls could do both. But more than any of this, I grew up with a mom who believed in me, and not only in me, but in my brother and sister also.

Growing up we were always encouraged to try new things and be involved. Whenever any of us wanted to do something new or try something out or be a part of something. she would always say ok, and then help us figure out how to do it. Even as we got older, the answer was always go for it. Even if she thought we were going to fail, she would let us do it anyway. And then when we crashed and burned she was right there to help us get back up and try something else. And therefore, my life has always been full of different things. At times it has been crazy busy.

As a little girl I was involved in dance, baseball, school, and with friends. In Jr High, I was still taking dance and now competing, I was part part of the honor society and an officer for it, I took up choir and art, and still hung out with a variety of friends. As I got to High School I still took dance and competed, I also started teaching dance at the studio. I was now a part of two choirs. I got a job, where I was quickly made the Team Captain. I was still taking art, but now I was also taking AP classes. I was still hanging out with friends, just now it was with not only people from my own school but others as well, where we participated in many school functions ans activities. Then comes college, which includes many classes, a new job at the U, being in a sorority for four years where I was an officer part of the time, being in the MUSS for four years for football, a singles ward that came with callings of course, and a whole new group of friends to mix in with the old ones. And through it all though, I wasn't the only one this busy. My brother and sister where just as busy and involved in their lives as well. But do you want to know that thing that amazes me the most? It's not that my mom not only let us be this involved but encouraged us to be. And through it all she was always there.

No matter how busy it got, she was there for each of us. She always believed in us and supported us in everything we did. She was always there. In all my years she was at every dance performance(but one) and every competition, every one of my choir concerts and shows, every award ceremony, every graduation, every little league baseball game, every night I got home from a date, and just every time that I have needed her, she has been there. And she has been that way with each of us. She has never missed anything that has meant something to us. My mom has always been our biggest cheerleader and supporter, and I love her all the more for it.


So thank you Mom. Thank you for everything you did for us as kids. Thank you for letting us try new things and be crazy busy. Thank you for always being there. Thank you for always believing in each us. But most of all....Thank you for just being my mom. You truly are one of the amazing ones and I love you for it.

Wonderful Escape

Every year my family takes the fifty minute or so drive up into Little Cottonwood Canyon to Snowbird. Every year we go up on a Saturday afternoon and spend part of the week there. Every year we go with the same people, stay in the same rooms, eat mostly the same foods, and do most of the same things.....and yet, every year I absolutely love it!

For you see, it doesn't matter that we do the same things, or eat basically the same foods, or stay in the same rooms at all... in fact, it is doing those things that make it so much fun. It is one of those trips where you know that you can just go and relax. One where you know what to expect and you know what you are going to do. You know that you will probably go hiking, lay by the pool, read a book or two, go look through the shops (even though they never change), go on the nature walk almost every day, visit the playground, watch thunder storms from the balcony, and play cards or watch movies in the evening and into the night. You also know that it will be filled with much laughter and fun along the way. And that, my friends, is why I love it. I love just being there with my family and hanging out. It truly is a wonderful escape from the world.

The 4th of July

As a child the 4th of July was all about BBQ's with the cousins and going to see the fireworks at night. I remember looking forward to it every year. I would just love to get to spend the day with a bunch of my cousins and play in the until we were exhausted. Then after it got dark we would all lay on our backs an watch the fireworks explode in the sky above us. I remember that we used to make our own noises to go along with each of them, then laugh at ourselves for making the noises.

Some years we even went out to Round Mountain, Nevada, where my grandma and grandpa lived. We would spend the weekend with them going to the pool and playing card games. At Round Mountain they would have a 4th of July parade. All of the kids in the neighborhoods where invited to be in it. The first year that we were there we were so excited to be in the parade. My cousin where there as well and we spent the whole night before talking about how much fun it was going to be. Ont he morning of the parade we all got up and got ready. We each put on our best 4th of July outfit and decorated ourselves and our bikes/rollerblades to match. We had on face paint and streamers hanging everywhere we could tie them. All of us were so excited to get tot he start of the parade. Our parents dropped us off and told us that they would pick us up at the end. Some other adults there told us where to go line up. They also told us that the firetruck was going to be leading the way. Once it started to move we could go along and follow it through the parade route.

So there we were, Me, my sister Wendi and brother Chris, along with my two cousins Jeremy and Brett, all standing in line behind the firetruck waiting for it to start. And just when we think that we can wait no longer, the firetruck starts to move forward. All the kids start to cheer and follow along. We all start moving forward on rollerblades and bikes ready to be in the parade. The next thing we know though, is that the firetruck is getting farther and farther ahead. The firetruck is now going faster then any of the kids can keep up. But, there we are anyway, trying are hardest to do so, pedaling and blading with all our might. Then i hear a cry from behind. It turns out that Chris is falling behind and is starting to cry. Brett is also falling behind and crying now as well, along with about ten other kids. Jeremy then turns around and grabs Brett's hand and drags her along with him chasing after the truck. Me and Wendi also want to join , but we know that we can't just leave Chris behind. So we race back and try to get him. At this point though he is now crying so hard that he can't even pedal his trike. So there we all are. Jeremy is dragging Brett, who is crying, down the road with all his might trying to catch the truck and me, Wendi, and Chris are now standing in the middle of the road bawling with about ten other kids who's parade just turned into a disaster.

All I really remember after that is that our mom came and picked us up and went searching the route to try and catch the end of the parade. When we realized that we had missed the whole thing we just went back to Grandma's house with all of us crying because we didn't get to be in it. We were all so upset that they had us make our own parade just around the front of the house and then we ate ice cream on the porch. Needless to say the next year the parade was lead by the boy scouts, and they walked.

Too me that is all the 4th of July really was. It was just a fun day of parades, BBQ's and fireworks. I never really thought about it being anything more. As i grew up though I began to realize all that it meant. At one time I started to think about the Nation that we live in and how much it really means to us who live here. As I continued to get older I also started to think about how this nation got it's freedom and what it cost it's people to obtain. And then I got to a point where I also started to think about those who still fight to keep it free today. I started to realize that the 4th of July meant so much more then I had ever thought it did.


The 4th of July is a day named Independence Day. Independence Day because that is the day that we signed a form saying that our country and those who live in it are a free people. Free from England and rulers, free to have speech, religion, schooling, and so forth. Free to pursue life, liberty, and happiness. But that fight for freedom did not end with the revolutionary war or the declaration of independence. That fight for freedom, and the protection of it, has continued to be fought by millions of people throughout all of the years. People have fought for it in the Civil War, WWI, WWII, Vietnam, Iraq, and so many other battles on this countries soil just o keep the other people on it free and protected.


What I am the most grateful for is all the people who have always risen to fight. I am grateful for those who have fought for this country every time. Those who have put there own life at risk to better mine. Every time our nation has been attacked there have been people who have stood up to protect it and to fight for it. But they didn't just fight for the land, they fought for it's people as well, and for that I am truly and eternally grateful. So, thank you. Thank you to those who have fought before and to those who are still fighting for it now. Thank you to those overseas, those putting their own life on the lines and those who are here protecting it's people. Thank you to all of you from the armed forces in foreign lands to the policemen and firemen on our local streets. I will forever be grateful for what you do to help protect this country and the people in it. May God bless you, all of you.
Yellowcard - Believe

The Rescue Party

This last weekend I was able to go to Wyoming with my ward, U32. We went along with two other wards..U13 & U52. We went up to Martin's Cove and thereabouts.This trip was entitled The Rescue Party. It was focused on a few things. One being the pioneers who ended up stuck in Martin's Cove because of the snow and the rescuers who came to save them. Two, being that of our own ancestors and how we are connected to them. And three, being that of how can we each be rescuers today in our own lives to those around us.

We went up on Thursday morning. It is a long six hour drive from here to there, but it we all made it safely. Once there we set up camp. With about 200 people there you can imagine what camp looked liked full of tents and what not. Once set up we were recruited into teams to play games. We played water volleyball, which my team won, This board walk game, which my team won, human Foosball, where my team tied, and a relay race where you had to partner up with one of your team members and hold a tennis ball with your foreheads. You then had to run down to a poll and back without letting the ball fall to the ground...this my team also won. After the races we then had to put on skits. Each group received a bag of props, all of which had to be used. My group had a construction vest, a hula lea, and a pair of big red foam lips. This is the song that my group came up with. And yes, we did have actions to the whole thing. "I looked out the tent and what did i see, two hot lips kissing under the tree. Spring has brought me such a nice surprise, a hula dancer and a construction guy. If I could take three wards a make a treat, a rescue party would be so sweet. Is is really so, yes it is to me. a rescue party perfect for you and me." We got second place with this. They said that if we had actually kissed then we would have gotten first. To bad we didn't know that before hand. After all of the games we had dinner and then we went to the Hip-Hop Hoedown. All of us gathered over in a big clearing and the missionaries that stay there taught us different pioneer dances. We did the Virgina Reel and Oh Johnny Oh. It was a lot of fun and very tiring. The dancing continued though back at our camp with hip hop, swing, and line dancing till ten. Then we watched The Blindside and went to bed around 2 in the morning.


On Friday we were up bright and early. I believe that i was out of bed at 5:45 am. I helped cook breakfast and got ready for the day. After breakfast was over we were all instructed to put our tents down so the wind would not blow them over, get your gear together, pack a lunch and be ready to go by 10:15. We first went to Independence Rock. It was really cool to be able to walk around it and see the names that had been carved into it by all different people at all different times in history. It is one of the neatest things to know that you are standing in place where so many great people had stood before you.


From there we went over to Martin's Cove. We all ate lunch first at the visitors center. We then had an orientation about Martin's Cove where we watched videos about what happened there and what to expect for our afternoon. We then grouped ourselves into families of ten and went over to the handcarts. Each family was given a handcart to pull along the trail. Once we were all really we started forward and walked to dirt trail up near the cove. They don't let you take the handcarts up into the actual cove so they have a stopping point where you can park them and then walk the last mile up. The Martin's Cove itself has such a feeling of peace and wonder. There is no way to describe how it felt to be there.





After we all left the cove when then got our handcarts and headed down to the Sweatwater River. There the missionaries told us stories about those pioneers who had to cross the river and those great rescuers who carried the people across the river on that frozen November day. We then had the opportunity to go down to the bank and cross the river ourselves. We each took off our shoes and headed into the chest deep water. It was cold and fast moving and is about 30 feet across. Luckily we also had our own rescuers with us. Eight great men stood in the water and made a line across the river. They helped each of us cross and made sure that we never lost our footing or went under in the water. We all crossed the river in silence. Once I was across I looked back to watch the other continue to cross as well. It was such a great sight to see each person enter the water and walk to the other side. At that moment I was so grateful for the rescuers, the ones of old and the current ones in the water. It struck me that God's angels still exist today. It struck me that they not only live, but that they are us. God's angles are those who are willing to step forward and act. They are those who will go and do what is asked of them no matter the consequences.





Once everyone had crossed the river we went back to our handcarts and trekked it back to the visitors center. From there we went back to camp and had dinner and played some games. Afterwords we had a devotional about what we learned and our testimonies of the places we went. It was such a great experience to hear what others had learned that day and what they took from the experiences that we all had had.


Saturday we woke up, ate breakfast, and broke down camp. Then we all headed on our six hour drive for home. My group stayed at camp and helped clean up the area and make sure that everything got to where it needed to be. Then we headed down the Wyoming Trail towards home. All feeling both a great sense of sadness for leaving but joy for having been there to experience it.

I have to say that I have come home being a changed person. I can't even begin to express to you what I learned and how it felt to be there. There is just no way to capture it in either a picture or words. I not only learned so much about the past and the pioneers, but I was also able to learn a lot about myself and who I want to become and who I want to be in my life. I truly enjoyed every moment that I spent on this trip and was sad to see it end. Even though this trip was barely three days, it changed something in me and I will forever remember it and forever be grateful to it.