He knows the way up, and He knows the way out.

I'm not sure what it has been the past couple of days but The Savoir has been on my mind, a lot.
I don't understand at all the magnitude of things He went through for us. For me.
I'm constantly amazed at the things He will bring into my life, just right at the moments I begin to doubt. To doubt myself and my ability to be like him. He is perfect.

I'm grateful for the constant reminder of the prints. On His hands and feet, the pains and sins I may make. I'm grateful for the compassion that he has for my faults, my weaknesses; but how he knows I have more strength in myself than I could ever imagine. How he teaches me to love. Love those who have wronged me, who I have wronged, and love myself.

"...many of you are endlessly compassionate and patient with the weaknesses of others. Please remember also to be compassionate and patient with yourself."
-President Dieter F. Uchtdorf

*something I need to be better at*

must be that time again...

..test time

It's the only time I blog.
For some reason I find it easy to blog when I have other things to do.
Do any of you feel like that?

So a few random happenings lately in my life:
-school
-too much fitness going on, although I should be grateful. I just pray I don't ware down my body before the semester ends
-beyonce. Yep. She's been coming around a lot lately
-new CD by ingrid, who literally spoke the words I needed to hear today to get out of bed
-guitaring--with this, I've been thinking about making a youtube channel, or at least posting some videos on here. Problem being, there is nothing more awkward than me in front of a camera. Especially singing to it. So this will need some convincing.


I ran into one of my best friends from high school on sunday. It was dreamy. I've missed her. She's also one that's graduated from single-hood and is making a new chapter in her life. But she's wonderful.


in the meanwhile, please enjoy this video of my dad. He's funny, sometimes.

clearly insane

So I work until Midnight on Tuesdays and Wednesdays..
this may mean you bloggers will read more of me.

As I'm sitting here, at 9:45, I'm already thinking about how tired I am..
then I think about 7:30 running
and classes
then Insanity.
yes, insanity

Insanity will be good for me. I had a pretty hard fall semester in a lot of different aspects. I hate admitting this, but I'm pretty sure I gained 10-15 pounds last semester because of the stress and everything else going on in my life. A big part of that was my knee has been messed up and I've been seeing a Physical Therapist to help me strengthen it and teach me things I can do on my own. Which has helped. But I'm so ready to get back into running again!!

Taneesa, my new roommate, and I will be starting our adventure tomorrow with the insanity program. It sounds all fun and games! 60 days. Rockin bod after.
But then I read some of the things today about it, and boy. It's gonna be insane, literally.
I have done it once or twice before, but I can't even comprehend 60 days!!

But on top of that, I have a dynamic fitness lab at 7:30am MWF and a Pilates class TR. And training for another half marathon in the mix of those.
So I better look like Jillian Michaels after this semester is over! Just without the tattoos.



I can only hope to look that happy working out. ha.

any words of affirmation or encouragement?

Cause this very well could be the last chance you have.
After all, insanity starts tomorrow and I can only pray I don't die in the first couple days.

and the po-po shut us down.

Fact:
I moved back up to Logan on Wednesday. Driving to pick up my key at my managers house. Had a friendly, really, encounter with a nice police officer.
it went a little something like this...

**rolling down my window**
O: did you know why I pulled you over?
Me: No actually, I really don't.
O: do you know what the speed limit is on this road?
Me: Not really, I don't drive over here ever. I'm guessing 35?
O: No, it's actually 30. Can I see your license and registration?

**in the mean while, trying to get my registration and insurance card from the glove box was a little tricky. I had a friend in my jammed packed car holding my brand new baby, Hugh Taylor. (a guitar). The officer made a little joke about it, which surly lightened the situation at hand.**

O: I see you have a lot of stuff in your car, are you moving up here?
Me: Yeah actually. I'm just on my way to pick up my key from my manger right now.
O: Oh that's exciting. Are you in a hurry?
Me: Ha, a little bit.

**I hand him my registration, license and proof of insurance**

O: do you have a more up to date insurance card? This one has expired..
Me: Oh man, really? No I don't.
O: Ok, well I'll be back.

**we waited in the car for what seemed like forever.. then I saw Officer coming back**

O: Ok, well I'm going to give you a warning even though you were going 14 over. So you can keep this yellow paper, hang it on your wall, do whatever you want with it. As for your insurance card, just make sure you always have an up to date one with you.. And is this your current address?
Me: Yeah, well my home address.
O: Ok, well by law you have to change your address if you move.. and you have 10 days to do that. Consider that a friendly reminder as well.


Say Whaaaat?? Changing your address?? I had never heard that before.. ever. But Mr. Officer was really kind to me. And it just became a funny situation. Although, we did add 15 extra minutes to our trip back to my apartment because you better believe we were avoiding that road like the plague.