There may be contention in the land.

Meet Melissa Ann Holm

5'5''
blue eyes
brown hair (but constantly changing)
Caucasian
DOB: July 13, 1988
witty
loud
improv professional
imaginative
crazy
blunt
creative



Meet Sian N'Lice Smith


5'3''
brown eyes
black hair (never changing)
Black
DOB: Feb. 17, 1989
out of control
sarcastic
boisterous
deafening
fiery
unrestrained
impulsive



We don't know how it happened, but a war has begun between Melissa and Sian. The first sign of trouble was the screaming match between these two. Sian loudly proclaimed her existence from the second story window while Melissa Holm was crossing the parking lot only in destination of returning to her apartment. This is when the predicament started. Melissa and Sian continued to boldy state their differences towards each other when Melissa ended with saying "I hate your mother and I hate your father. I hate you and your offspring."

Sian wasn't too pleased with Melissa having said the last words in their argument and stormed into her room with a desired plan in mind. She proceeded to hang up this sign on GC #6 door.


When Melissa saw this disturbing note on our door, she knew she had to retaliate and not let Sian have victory over her. But when she was planning on do this, none of us knew. Late monday night we get a couple knocks and rings of our door bell and proceed to say come in. ...No response. I walk over to the door in wonder of who could be waiting on the other side. When the door opens and no one seems to be around, I look both directions. Then, noticed out of the corner of my eye something on our door. As I pull this strange paper off the door and proceed to go inside, I can't help but laugh. I call for Sian to show her the cruel evidence.

Not only was this posted on our door, but it was posted all over the Garden Court complex. On all the doors. In warning for all the females living in the premises. (why we were brought into this "impregnating" stuff is still a mystery) Ms. Smith was not pleased to say the least.

Needless to say, the war has just begun...

home sick

word of caution: this post is most likely cheesy. Get over it. Thank you

so.. this one time, I felt home sick.
not just any home sick.
heavenly home sick.

is that weird?
strange?
not normal?

I don't know what it was about these past couple days, but I've really been longing to be in Heaven at this moment.
Maybe it's the stress and anxiety I have about school,
or about life in general.
but I've never wanted something so bad..
only to be back in a place that I once was so familiar with.
a place where there were no cares, no sorrows, no disappointments.
somewhere filled with loved ones;
family
friends
neighbors
a place where I knew everything was going to be alright.
home sick I tell you.
aching to be somewhere recognizable.
is this weird?

as these feelings have continued through the past couple days, I couldn't help but think about a poem mama lamb shared with me.

Do You Know

Do you know who you are, child of mine
so precious and dear to me?
Do you know you're a part of a great design
that is vast as eternity?
Can you think for a moment how much depends
on your holding the "Iron Rod"
Your life is forever, worlds without end
Do you know you're a child of God?

Do you know where you've been, child of mine
it's hard to recall, I know
Do you remember that home divine
with that Father who loves you so?
Do you sometimes review how he took your hand
and placed it within my own;
Saying, "Here is a child from Angel-land;
Not a gift, but a precious loan."

Do you know where you're going, child of mine?
Are your eyes on the road ahead?
Do the spires of His castle gleam and shine
where the sun grows golden red?
Are you taking enough for your journey, child
does your lamp cast a steady glow?
Can you hold your course when the storm is wild?
You will make it child, I know.

I do review my home in heaven.
numerous times daily actually.
but I sometimes wonder how I got here, to where I am..
and how it is hard to keep that perspective.
sometimes I just want to go home.
to my heavenly home...
just for a day

Then I think of how blessed we are,
temples
scriptures
church
FHE
student wards
general conference
...
prayer

When I remember these,
heaven doesn't seem far away anymore
and my mind becomes clearer
almost as if I'm remembering my heavenly home..

in loving memory

Meet Skillet.


He was a good lil' egg.
treated us well,
always smiling,
and was saved by a life threatening experience when the boys cooked us breakfast.

luckily he was the last in line to be cracked into the frying pan,
We didn't need him at the time.


But, I am sad to say Skillet left his earthly home shortly after this miraculous incident.
He lived a great life.
He survived many trips to make it to the store,
and recently later was adopted into the GC #6 family.

Skillet is survived by his biological mother, Hen, adopted mother, Nicole Lewis, adopted father, Sian Smith, caring siblings, Kjarinda Lambert, Amber Rasmussen, and Emily Flinders.
He was preceded in death by his other 11 egg carton siblings and best friends.

Funeral services were not held due to his cremation into a heavenly fruit pizza in his honor.