The world is your oyster!: June 2010        
 
                 
     
       

These are a few of my favorite things:

summertime
pina-colada flavored italian ice
ribbons
sisters
i.n.s.t.a.n.t...o.a.t.m.e.a.l.
dance parties
pearls
flamingos
America
missionaries
s.u.n.g.l.a.s.s.e.s.
playgrounds
dressing up
love :)
     
       

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My name is Heather.

I am 22 years old.

I am an East Coast girl
who also loves Utah.

I love my life. How could I not?

The world is my oyster :)
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Saturday, June 26, 2010

Meanwhile, back at the ranch....

I was talking to Nicole on the phone the other day, and I told her that I wanted to put up a new blog post. I asked her what I am passionate about, but she couldn't think of anything.

Last night, I re-discovered something that I am truly passionate about: cowboys.


Apparently my extreme love for cowboys is not readily apparent to a lot of people, because Sarah didn't know, either. I talked to her on the phone a few days ago and here's how our conversation went:

me: Sarah. Guess what I'm doing on Friday?
Sarah: um.....what?
me: Guess. What's something I love? Just, lovvve?
Sarah: shopping!
me: I do love shopping. But no.
Sarah: Dancing!
me: not dancing....OK, think about what kind of boys do I like?
Sarah: Oh! Cute boys! You're doing something with cute boys?
me: um....kind of! But ok. These boys all do the same thing. It's like a job. What kind of boys do I like?
Sarah: Um.....
me: Cow....
Sarah: .......
me: Cowwww-bbb.....
Sarah: Oh! Cowboys!
me: Yes! What do cowboys do?
Sarah: Dancing? Are you going to a dance? You're going dancing with cowboys! Who are they? What are their names? How did you meet them? I love cowboys! Can you send me pictures? Ahhh!
me: Not dancing! I'm going to watch the cowboys do something.
Sarah: They're just going to dance?
me: No! Sarah! I'm going to a ro.....
Sarah: ......
me: Ro....de.....
Sarah: ......
me: Ro-dee......
Sarah: Oh! A rodeo!

Clearly, it took too long to get to this point in the conversation. I was surprised that I hadn't done more to impress on Sarah my love for cowboys. So allow me to explain

Why I Love Cowboys:

1. It all started when I was little, and I was in love with horses. Like, embarrassingly obsessed. For years. I slept with a big stuffed horse and had actual dreams about having my own horse. I think this love naturally transferred over to the men who trained and cared for them.

2. When we went to Utah for a family reunion, we went on a trail ride as a family. I don't think I've ever been that excited. I instantly loved my horse. We were riding along a trail that was familiar to our horses, but one of the trail guides was riding a horse who was newer and not used to the trail. I think he was training it for later groups, but it was in the early stages of training and his horse would occasionally try to buck him off, go the wrong way, or gallop ahead of the group. Each time his horse misbehaved, our trail guide would grasp the reigns tighter and somehow, the horse would eventually calm down and they would continue along the trail with us. I was enamored.

3. On this same vacation, we also went to a rodeo: my very first rodeo. They had everything - barrel racing, calf tying, bull riding, lassoing, etc. I was captivated by the whole thing. At one point, they had a whole string of events for kids. Each event was done three or four times, once for each age group. There was a bunny race, a game where the kids could lasso a baby calf, one where they had to catch a baby foal. The winner of each event got to keep the animal.

I begged my parents to let me try to catch the horse. I had dreamed of it so much that surely this was my chance. I would go out into the arena, the horse would trot up to me and I would slip my lasso over it's head. The other kids didn't stand a chance because the foal and I would have such an undeniable bond.

Unfortunately, my grandma crushed my dream by saying that these were kids who had grown up on farms and knew what they were doing. I didn't have a clue how to catch a horse, and it would be pointless to try. I watched as a little boy ran up and threw his lasso over my foal's head. It struggled to get away, obviously because I wasn't there, but to no avail.

Even in the midst of my disappointment, I admired that boy who had robbed me. Here was a cowboy who was my own age. I remember whimsically thinking that maybe one day we would get married and then I would get my horse after all.

4. In my 8th grade history textbook, I was flipping through the pages one day and spotted a cowboy hat. I flipped back a few pages and found a glorious picture of three cowboys sitting on a bench next to an elderly Navajo woman. They were leaning in to hear what she had to say. They were all wearing blue shirts tucked loosely into their jeans, boots, and cowboy hats. They were beautiful. I read the caption and learned that they were from Utah. I think it was that day that I decided I had to go to BYU. Campus must be swarming with cowboys just like the ones in my textbook. It was a textbook, after all. I felt very educated.

5. When we were younger, I'm not sure how old, my dad brought home "The Man from Snowy River" and sat us all down to watch it. I don't remember much of the story. I do remember that it was about a cowboy from Australia who runs around being a cowboy so that he can marry the girl he is in love with. Now cowboys had Australian accents too? And they were romantic? Fabulous.

6. "The Big Country" is another movie my dad had us watch when I was little. It is a cowboy movie, and the plot again escapes me. All I know is that two cowboys have to fight each other for a blonde girl who is a total brat. One of the cowboys is crude and abusive (obviously the product of a warped imagination), and the other is the quintessential gentleman of a cowboy. The good-guy ends up winning the duel, but refuses to marry the blonde girl, because he is in love with another girl, who is much nicer and, in my opinion, prettier. When he tells the blonde girl that he's not going to marry her, she slaps him - slaps him! I don't know where she gets off, but I would never do such a thing to such a wonderful person.

7. What really sealed the deal, I think, is when I saw "Shanghai Noon." I know he is a little older, and his nose is a little broken, but I fell madly in love with Owen Wilson when I watched that movie. In the scene where he is introduced, Owen and his gang of outlaws are robbing a train. He kindly takes the time to talk to a young lady on the train who has never been apart of a train robbery before. He is charismatic, funny, sensitive, and (mostly) loyal. He also becomes religious by the end of the movie. I think, if I were on a train that Owen Wilson and his gang were robbing, I would be happy to let him take my pocket watch and my locket or whatever. Also the rest of my clothes. What?

8. My love is a rational one, too, decided by more than just an animalistic attraction to strength and manliness. Cowboys grow up on farms or ranches. They are used to hard work. They wake up early to take care of what is theirs. They are raised to be gentlemen, to respect women, to tip their hat and hold the door. They are charming and complimentary. They work outside, so they are nicely tanned and muscular. Because they work with animals, they learn to be sensitive to the needs of others. Animals can't talk, so cowboys have to know how to anticipate their needs and help them. This ability transfers over to relationships with people.

Cowboys work hard for everything they get. Where do you think the phrase, "Get back on the horse" comes from? They know that success is not always immediate. They know how to keep working on something after they have experienced a setback. This also means that they will be willing to keep trying for a girl after she originally rejects them. Since they are respectful, they aren't pushy about it; they just know what they want and are willing to work hard for it. This is important. Especially if they want a girl like me.

Although they are typically humble, considering their circumstances and that they have to work for what they have, cowboys can also get a little cocky sometimes. Which is cute. When they tame a particularly aggressive animal, or win a competition at the rodeo, they may experience a rush of pride. This is not a bad thing. It can be quite a turn-on.

So as you can see, my love for cowboys is entirely justified.

Which is why I was so blissfully happy at the rodeo last night. I decided, after watching Shanghai Noon, that I wanted to marry a cowboy. This desire waned a little in high school with so little exposure to cowboys, and my ambition to marry a cowboy became an offhand wish to simply date a cowboy.

After last night, I'm back on the horse. I'm going to marry a cowboy. We're going to live in a cute little house. I'm going to take ballet lessons and learn how to make cream puffs while my husband works. We'll go to rodeos and he'll win all the prizes and I'll win the Miss Rodeo crown, and we'll take our victory laps together.

When the weather is nice, we'll sleep under the stars in a hammock. I'll have a book club and invite all my friends who are also married to cowboys. We'll have beautiful children. I'll be constantly - connnstantlyy - attracted to my husband's carefully stubbly chin and perfectly sculpted abs and arms. He will be consistently awed by my bikini body (the result of me doing exercise videos every day) and the delicious meals I make for him and the ranch hands.

After a long day of hard work, we will play cards and sit and talk with the ranch hands. We will drink lemonade and watch the fireflies. I will play matchmaker for the ranch hands and encourage them in their romantic endeavors.

I will make a wonderful lunch for the boys every day and either take it out to the field where they are or invite them inside to eat. They will compliment my cooking and my husband will brag about me to all his friends. Sometimes I will go on romantic picnics with my husband. We will ride our horses to a little spot just for us and eat strawberries and chicken salad sandwiches on croissants and maraschino cherries, and then we'll make out on our checkered picnic blanket until the sun goes down.

In my spare time, I will learn tricks with the horses. I will practice standing up, riding backwards, jumping off fences and onto a horse. My husband will think my tricks are the hottest thing since nudity. He'll try to do tricks to show off for me. I will think he is hotter than Taylor Lautner.

When we get old, we will be just as in love as ever. We will hold hands and sit on our porch swing and talk and never become tired of each other. He will kiss me gently. We will have grandchildren who love to visit us and run around and play on our land. I will make them cookies. I will be on Gene's Golden Girls. We will travel far and wide and spend a whole year on a cruise ship.

I'm so excited for my life.

Sunday, June 13, 2010

Surprises [insert verb here] Plans.

Sometimes, life surprises you.

Like when you realize that you are going to be twenty in less than six months, and you were not even expecting this to happen so soon.

Or when you find yourself planning a bridal shower and buying lingerie for one of your best friends, and you feel like you are playing a game rather than actually living a life.

Or when your baby sister gets baptized, or your little brother is taller than you and talks like a mannn, or your other little brother can outrun and outshoot you on the basketball court without even trying.

These are all some little surprises I got when I went home to Maryland for a month. It was the best time I've ever had going home! I nannied during the day, almost every day except weekends. Then, when I got home every night, I would help my mom make dinner or play basketball with Jacob. After dinner, I usually hung out with Caitlin or my sisters, or Betty, or all of the above. Whether we were playing Nerts, making no-bake cookies, or just talking, it was so fun and relaxing.

I planned this trip back in February. I realized that summer was coming up, and I needed to find a job. I started applying to nannying jobs all over the US and Canada. I got two offers, one in Alberta, Canada, and the other in Put-in-Bay, Ohio. The darling family I nannied for last summer also asked me if I would nanny for them again this summer. After many prayers and pros-and-cons lists, I made up my mind: I would stay in Provo for the majority of the summer, but go home for a month to see Nicole's graduation and Sarah's baptism. And just like that, everything fell into place so that my plan was executed perfectly. I loved my trip home. I'm loving this summer in Provo so far.

But a part of me still wonders. What if I had gone to Put-in-Bay, Ohio, to nanny those two adorable kids? I would have lived on an island in my own apartment separate from the family I was nannying for's home. I would have taken a ferry anytime I wanted to get to the mainland to go to a shopping mall. I would have spent the summer loving two new kids and learning how to live like a big girl, on my own. I would have called my family at night and made friends with the store owners in the small town.

Parts of the offer were kind of scary. The parents wanted to pay me under the table, which means they would have no real accountability to pay me. I would have been all alone if anything happened to me. So yes, something really bad could have happened.

And then again, what if I had gone to Alberta, Canada? The job description promised lovable children and $600 / week. I would have lived close to Danielle and Natalie, some of my friends from my freshmen ward, and maybe gone to their same singles ward. I would have lived in a setting totally different from anywhere I've ever lived. Either nannying job appeared bright with adventure and spontaneity.

I like the idea of spontaneity, but as fun as it sounds, I'm not very good at living spontaneously. I have the next 4 years of my life planned out. I picked my wedding date when I was still in Young Women's. I've known I wanted to be a teacher since I was in kindergarten. And strangely, in a way that surprises even me, my plans have yet to fail.

I guess I'm just wondering when they will.

So you fill in the blank. Surprises aren't always good for plans, but sometimes you just can't plan for how great things are going to be. I was surprised by how absolutely wonderful my trip home was (good surprise). I was surprised when I got sunburned a few days ago (bad surprise; I would have preferred a tan). I was surprised when I fell in love with a boy who I knew would be leaving in a mission soon after I met him (good or bad surprise? I'm not sure. Question mark). I am still surprised by how much I miss my roommates from last semester (sad surprise).

Do surprises enhance plans?
Or do they ruin plans?

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Tanlines

Yesterday at 1:45 in the afternoon, my plane landed in Provo, Utah. It was a miserable flight that started out with a 2-hr delay and climaxed when the kindly steward gave me 4 snacks without me even asking for them. The good news is, I discovered four new positions I can sleep in if I ever want to be super-uncomfortable again.

Today at noon, Kelly, Crystal, Katelyn and I went out to the pool to lay out. It was the best time I ever had laying out in the sun! Raintree takes such good care of me. There are sodas in the fridge in case you get thirsty and Otter pops in the freezer in case you get hot. There is a cabana boy who grills delicious hamburgers in case you get hungry. And of course, there is an abundance of sunshine.

I ate one and a half hamburgers, an ice cream bar, and one otter pop. Between the free food at Raintree's pool and the occasional sample spoon from Coldstone, I may just be able to live off of free food this summer. I drank almost a whole can of root beer. (I've never really been able to drink much so this is actually pretty good.) I soaked up the sun. And now, I have tanlines!

A lot of people hate tanlines, but I actually love them. I think this is because I like to see the progress I have made, from a white white whitey-white to a pleasantly tan girl with sunkissed skin so hot I'll melt your popsicle. I like to compare and contrast the skin that was covered with the skin that was exposed. I never feel like I'm wasting my time when I'm laying out as long as I am getting a tan from it.

I forgot how much I love summer, but I think this might just be the best summer yet!

In other news.....

Today is Nicole's birthday...yay!!!

I'm now obsessed with Ugly Betty.

I feel like Gossip Girl and the Mormon Bachelor Pad are lying to me.

I miss high school orchestra.

I love my family.

I hate Delaware and feel a slight aversion towards New Jersey.

Kelly got a concussion but she is fine.

Sunshine really does give you endorphins!

A year can take a really long time, but sometimes, it doesn't seem like it is that long.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Sniffle.

Today Nicole said to me, "Heather, you kept me up until 2 the night before I have to work." Then, as a commandment more than an observation, she said, "You will never do that again."

I didn't really laugh at her joke. I kind of just felt sad.