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Well...reluctantly, here I am. For once in my life I am the first person awake in the house, so I am making a very risky move. I have been fascinated with the w.o.b., world of blogs NOT wife of bath, for about a year now. I realize that I am not the conventional blog person. I have no kids or recipes to be excited about, and I'm not even yet in college so I can be missed.. hopefully. The few people who will take interest in this are probably sick enough of me as it is, so for that I apologize. Despite my hesitation towards doing this, I for some reason feel it justifiable to document some aspects of my life on this here part of the internet. Expect no consistency. If sporadic writing in my asian-inspired journal, moleskine, purple book of life, happy book, and church notebook aren't enough, I am now beginning another inconsistant archive to help my alzheimers. In case you didn't know, I have the mind and sometimes joints of an 80 year old woman. So, forgive my rambling, because it's not going to stop, and hope that I can make this into something somewhat read-able, if not interesting.

I am currently nestled in bed, not just any bed, but a heavenly cloud of perfect temperature sheets and a duvet cover lined in satin, looking out the six large windows in my room at gorgeous park city. I am obsessed. In two and a half days I have fallen in love with this town. The trees, the snow, the perfect little wood-panneled homes.. I could probably stay here forever. One of my dad's good friends offered a while ago to let us use his house here for spring break, but pulling in the driveway we had no idea how nice it would be! Hello mountain mansion, good luck dragging me out of this place.

Yesterday i experienced my #3 best snowboarding day ever. Perfect weather, incredible snow, HUGE mountain. This was my first time ever snowboarding anywhere but Brian Head, and as much as I love the BH, I soon realized how limited I have been. I was out there from 9:30 to 4:30 and never did the same run more than twice. I was in heaven! Snowboarding is by far my favorite pasttime. I've been called a kamikaze, minus the killing people and myself.. so perhaps that is a bad analogy, but pretty much I like going fast. Speed is my thing. Speed and snow. I had to apologize to my parents for making them feel their age a bit more than usual, cause they had to keep up with me after they dropped the little boys off with grandma. But hey, the hot tub can fix that, right?

Cool story. We ate lunch at this little restaurant at the top of the mountain, and my mom being the stalker she is (kidding!), noticed this cute little old man in a blue sweater standing in line and we came to the agreed conclusion that it was Russell M. Nelson, a member of the Quorum of the Twelve Apostles in our church, skiing with his family. While my dad was waiting for our food he told Elder Nelson how great it was to see him out enjoying himself, just as good as seeing him in General Conference this past weekend. Then a few minutes later he walked by our table and said hello to our family. When he shook my little brother's hands, Riley acted shy and Cooper turned to my dad and loudly mouthed "Who is he?" While my mom was explaining, Elder Nelson shook my hand and laughingly said, "She's the one who knows." I loved that. I thought about it all day. I AM the one who knows. I'm one of the lucky people in this world with a testimony that this man, and President Monson, and the rest of the apostles, are called of God to witness of Christ. They are prophets and revelators in our time, and i love them so much. I'm so glad that I KNOW, and I hope that as I get older and more brave I won't keep that knowledge to myself so much.

I will now end with a shout out to my boy Cooper, my favorite little basketball fan, whose insane memory allows him to know more about sports at age seven then I could ever hope to. I loved watching the National Championship game with him last night. As boring of a blow-out as it was (I may or may not have fallen asleep), we love those Tar Heels! I am already mourning the void in my life that will be there until college basketball starts again. At which point I will be a Rebel fan in BYU land. Hate on me if you must, I'm not backing down.