Thursday, March 31, 2011

Well, it is day 20. So I guess I should get on that...
Interesting how this happened to fall on the last day of the month.
Didn't even plan that.
This month has gone by kind of really fast.
It started out fantastic.
Day one of March was no school for seniors.
(Juniors took the ACT and sophomores took some other test.)
It was also national pancake day so obviously I went to IHOP.
Except for some reason we didn't even get the free pancakes...
The crepe was waay better anyway. 
Then that week was the Boys State basketball games,
followed by Morp that weekend.
The next week was the talent show.
Weekend consisted of youth conference.
Which ended up being a billion times more fun than I thought.
Then another no school day on the following Monday. 
The next day was our information meeting for the potential student council candidates.
How weird.
It came way fast. 
I feel like I was just at that meeting last year..
Then I got asked to prom.
No big deal.
Oh wait, it kind of was.
The next week was applications til 8 after school, soccer games, chill, then the weekend.
Great weekend.
It consisted of arcade games, 1383 tickets, lots of fun little toys bought with those tickets, Chinese food, pretty flowers, my favorite dress I've ever owned, tuxes, pictures, music, rain, and Romona & Beezus. 
Then all of a sudden, the last week of March came and went. 
I donated blood, did homework, and spent some time just relaxing.
I spent the final day of this month long boarding down Provo Canyon.
In case you are wondering, yeah. It was perfect weather. 
It felt so nice.
So we went down twice. 
Then I got to the talent show just in time for my little sister's dance.
Freaken. Hot.
Wish I was as cool as she is when I was in junior high. 
Now it is 9:30 and I'm starting April off with a good night's rest. 
So sleep tight, and don't forget to brush your teeth.

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

One. Nine.

Something you regret...

I regret not thinking about my future before. 
When I started high school, I didn't even think about thinking about my future or what I wanted to do with my life.
All I knew is that I didn't want to take hard classes senior year, so I took all my required classes sophomore and junior year. So I guess that kind of worked out. Because the "hardest" class I am in right now is U.S. History. And yes. I am the only senior in that class.
But to be honest, I don't even know if I really regret that.
I love where I'm at. I mean sure, I would love to be Jenoa. Graduating with my associates, getting a head start on life. But if going back to change something would mean that something about my life now changes, I wouldn't do it. I wouldn't trade where I'm at for anything. 
Yeah, I made A LOT of stupid mistakes in my past. And I mean a lot. I am always screwing up. But it is the screw ups that got me exactly where I am right now. 
I think if I had to regret something, it'd be all the regrets.
I regret regretting. 
It is a waste of time. 
If you mess up, it is ok.
Life goes on. 
Just fix it.
Don't sit and think about how different life would be if you would of made a different choice or if you would of done better. Just do better. We all mess up. What fun would life be if we were all perfect? It would be boring. Bland. Tasteless. No fun at all. 
Don't totally forget your mistakes. Learn from them. But don't soak in the waters of regret. You'll get all pruney. 
Half of life is messing up; the other half is dealing with it. 
So no regrets...Just lessons learned, k?

call me a taxpaying citizen...


Tuesday, March 29, 2011


I just have to say, today was one of those days.
One of those days where you feel so accomplished. 
It didn't start until I got home from school.
Actually, more like on the way home from school.
Because all during school was leftover from one of those days.
Which was yesterday.
You know, the days where you don't do anything and you are kind of in just a really bad mood and nothing can motivate you and all you want to do is sleep? 
That was definitely yesterday and school today.
But not after school.
Because after school I heard kind of a great story from little sis. (AFTER I apologized for being basically the biggest witch this morning..) 
And I think that story kind of changed my mood around. 
It wasn't even all that intense, or spectacular.
Just a little great.
But, it apparently did some good.
I cleaned my room. 
And opened the windows and let the sun shine through. 
Then, I went shopping. 
Well  I didn't actually buy anything, I helped big sis buy a new swimsuit. 
But I did realize I need some mula asap because Target has like one zillion dresses that I obviously NEED for summer. Not want. Need.
THEN I went to the gym. I know, I'm just doing it all. 
And it didn't stop there.
I wrote my paper for English that is due tomorrow. 
Yes. I will be turning it in on time. 
AND. I even had time for this little update. 
It is 9:45 and I'm going to bed. 
I think that is a new record.
Good night world. 
See you dark and early at attendance school tomorrow....

the 18th.

Day 18- Your favorite birthday.

That is slightly difficult. I don't really have a favorite.
Because I've had some pretty good days celebrating my birth.
But I think the one that is on the list of top three, probably tied for first, would be my sixteenth birthday. I didn't have some grand old party or anything, but my best friend decorating my bedroom and it was kind of really sweet. Plus I got this super sweet purple jacket that I was in lust with. Oh and it was a good year because I could finally drive the Land Rover. So yeah. Year 16 was a pretty good birthday.

Monday, March 28, 2011


Your Favorite Memory.

This is probably one of the hardest posts I have ever written. 
There are a million favorite memories floating around in my head.
How do I pick just one?
This is how. 
I decided to look at my wall of pictures
and the first one I see...I'd write about. 
This is the one I saw.

 This picture was taken in the parking lot of D.I.
And there is a pre-story to this memory.

It was my first real concert.
Full credit of my liking of this band goes to this girl.
She showed me it and I liked it right away.
It was just cool music.
Then they came to Provo. 
 (The Velour to be exact.)
So obviously we went.
It was raining while we were waiting outside for the doors to open.
 But we didn't mind. 
The excitement kept us warm.
The tickets were priced at approximately $8 a person.
We got our hands stamped and then purchased the t-shirts right away.
 A few bands played prior to the band we came to see.
One threw me the blue suit jacket he was wearing. 
 I still have it. 
Then they finished.
And the next started setting up for their show.
(Many of you have probably never even heard of them. Which sucks.. Because you missed out. They aren't together anymore and so you will never be able so see them live. Ever.)
We somehow managed to make our way to the front of the crowd. 
I have never sweated so much in my entire life.
We danced and sang our hearts out.
And when it was over, we weren't finished.
So we blared all their songs on the way home singing at the top of our lungs. 
I wore my shirt to school the next day.
I didn't even wash it.
Nasty, I know. 
But don't worry I have long since kicked the habit of wearing dirty concert shirts to school.
Now comes the favorite memory.
After school my sister and her friend Sarah (pictured above) went to D.I. to get some things for a project Jes was working on. As we are driving out of the parking lot (in our shirts of course) we passed a car pulling in. They wave. Jessica yells and says it's Love You Long Time. NO. FREAKING. WAY. I didn't believe her. Why would they be in American Fork? Not possible. But Jessica is positive it is them. So she turns around.
Praise the heavens for that move.
We get back into the parking lot and guess who is getting out of their car.
You guessed it.
We jumped out of the car and ran up to them. Asking for a picture. They more than willingly agreed. (Except we are missing a member. The girl in the front, her husband. He was home with the baby.)
They told us they recognized our shirts and assumed we were at the concert last night.
Hence the wave.
Jes, I apologize for not believing you.
It'll never happen again.
that is how I met one of my favorite bands in the parking lot of the American Fork Deseret Industries. 

Sunday, March 27, 2011

day sixteen.

Your first kiss.


Wish I could tell you about my first kiss...
but that would require me to make up some story of a great (or not so great) first kiss.
Which would be lying.
Because here's the thing,
it hasn't happened yet.

And on the 15th day....

(This post is for yesterday)
"What you wore today."

This is what I wore today:

And it all came together to look a little something like this...

Friday, March 25, 2011

DaY fOuRtEeN.

       [My Dreams]
  • Get married in the temple.
  • Learn how to drive stick.
  • Graduate High School.
  • Have a family.
  • Go to senior prom.
  • Travel the world.
  • Go to all 50 states in the U.S.
  • Live outside of Utah for at least a year.
  • Run a marathon.
  • Read the 100 books on the library's list before college.
  • Own my very own 1992 red Land Rover Discovery.
  • Live in the Notebook house.
  • Finish this 30 days thing.
  • Go on a for real blind date.
  • Grow my hair to be considered "long".
  • Dye my hair.
  • Work in New York for at least one day.
  • Do baptisms in all of the Utah Temples before college.
  • Be in a commercial.
  • Live to be a grandma. 
  • Get my first kiss before I start college.
  • Win a radio contest.
  • Go to Lake Powell.
  • Get my bachelors. 
  • Finish the Book of Mormon (almost there).
  • Own my own house.
  • Sleep in a car on the beach for at least one night.
  • Get a 4.0 for fourth term. 
  • Be a really cute mom.
  • Live a financially stable life when I grow up.
  • Be a personal assistant to an owner of a huge company.
  • Live in Europe for one year.
  • Have a picnic on top of a green hill under a tree.
  • Graduate college.
  • Get a shelf in the public library named after me.
  • Die happy.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

The day after day twelve.

[T.H.I.S. W.E.E.K.]

Wednesday, March 23, 2011


What's in your purse...

Well this isn't a very interesting post. 
Oh well.
It gave me a good reason to clean out my bag.

Which consists of the following:

A reading list. Assorted pens/pencils. Receipt for my prom dress. Dice. Lip balm, lipstick, etc. Program for AF's Got Talent. A letter I wrote to my grandpa when I was little. Wallet. Camera. Zupas menu. Smaller bag holding nail file, contacts, advil, and a few other things. A yellow envelope filled with coupons, coupons and more coupons.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

The eleventh day.


For everyone who doesn't already know, I am one of seven. I have six siblings. Five sisters and one brother.  We all have names that begin with a "J" and all of the girls have the same middle name. My siblings are my best friends and I would be nowhere without them. They make me laugh and cry and scream but I wouldn't have it any other way. If you happen to be friends with one, or even just acquaintances, you are extremely blessed. And if you aren't..You should probably change that as soon as possible. They'll change your lives forever.

[Sibling number one]
The Oldest. The Prized Child.The Classy One.
Jessica Renee Abram.
 Born December 21, 1990 
making her almost exactly two years older than me. 
She's been my best friend for the past 18 years. 
She's always been there for me.
We laugh and cry and joke and tease and play and talk.
When we were little we would play at my grandma's house (she probably doesn't even remember this) and one time we were out back playing and I fell and hurt my knee. Everyone looked at me but just kept playing. Jes came over and helped me up then took me inside and sat inside with me until I got a band aid and everything. I can always count on her to be there for me no matter what. Sometimes we fight and argue but this is how it goes: we walk outside arguing, grab something out of the car, and by the time we are walking back in the door we are laughing. She is one person I have a really hard time staying mad at. And although she probably won't admit it...I know she has a hard time staying mad at me too :). We had some good times going to school together. And working together. The only jobs I have ever had have been working with her. I love it. I've known her for my entire life. And no matter how much she hates it, she always lets me lay on her when we are in the car. She always listens to my forever long pointless stories even when I cut her off from telling hers. No one looks better in red lipstick than her. She's the best older sister anyone could ever ask for.

P.S. For all of you who don't already know...Jes is ENGAGED!!!

[Sibling number two]
The Dramatic One. The Girly One. The Pretty One.
Justine Renee Abram.
Born June 8, 1994.
She is a year and a half younger than me. 
 One grade younger than me.
And almost the exact opposite of me.
But I love her for it.
We definitely argue. Sometimes a lot. But I know without a doubt that if I ever needed her she'd be there in a second no matter what. My favorite thing about her is that whenever I come home ticked off and bugged at people she defends me and tells me I'm right even if we both know I'm wrong. She gets so excited over every little thing that ever happens in my life. She makes me feel like I am the most important girl in the whole wide world when I talk to her. I think she is the best listener I've ever met. And she gives ridiculously good advice. Even to my friends. If I'm talking to one of my friends and she is with us, she always gives better advice and says the right things. It's incredible. She also has one of the best spirits. She knows how to see good in people and see the little gifts God gives us everyday. She can be a bit of a drama queen....but I wouldn't change anything about her. She makes everything more exciting. She also loves to exaggerate. About everything. And I'm not exaggerating. She has really good handwriting. The best actually. If I could have one person's handwriting it would be hers. She looks beautiful in sweats and a sweatshirt. That is one thing I have always been jealous of. Her hair is perfect. Especially when she braids it. It is my favorite to braid. She is a mother at heart. She gets along best with other moms. I don't know how she knows what to say, but she makes them love her. And kids? She is incredible with them. All the primary kids love her. She is especially good with our little down syndrome cousin Israel. He loves her and she is so good with him. One day I hope to be as good with children when I'm a mom as she is right now. She will definitely be doing a lot of babysitting for me.

[Sibling number three]
The Smart One. The Natural Beauty.The Book Worm. The Writer.
Janelle Renee Abram.
Born September 13, 1995.
Which of course means that this September she will be turning the grand age of 16. And trust me, she lets us know everyday. Janelle is brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. Especially when she writes. She gets A+ on her writing assignments. (Did you know A+ were possible? Nope neither did I until she brought her papers home.) She once wrote a story about a hero, our grandpa. It was incredible. Really. She just knows how to put words together and make them sound so good. She writes novels FOR FUN. And they are good. She gets basically straight A's. She will go so far in life. But not only because of her educational knowledge. She also has the biggest hearts. She cares for everyone, and it is a genuine care. She is so very sensitive to what others feel and need. If I ever had a problem I could count on her to help me through it. Even if she couldn't really do anything to help, she would just talk to me or let me talk and that would help. She doesn't have a problem doing things by herself. She is good at puzzles and solitare and things like that. But she can also be the life of the party. And she is so funny. So so so funny. She makes me laugh all the time. She also does everything for me. If I ever  ask for a glass of water, or my phone off my bed, or anything, she'll go get it. She'll jokingly give me a hard time at first but she always ends up getting it for me. :) She is just good at making people happy.

[Sibling number four]
The Hot One. The Funny One. The Cool One.
Jolene Renee Abram.
Born August 22, 1996.
Jolene. Jolene. Jolene. She makes me laugh. Hard. We definitely always have a good time. She is a lot like me and so we get along really well, but when we argue it can get bad because we are both smart mouths and sarcastic. We love to wrestle. When we get going, it is hard to stop us. It is so much fun though. Whenever I want to do some kind of goal or challenge, I can always count on her to do it with me. Like when we tried to see who could wear the most bracelets and get the best tan last summer. I love sitting next to her in church. We have basically the same sense of style and likings. Yet sometimes she is the exact same person as Justine. It's hilarious. She can be such a drama queen but so laid back other times. She find the little joys in life and shares them with everyone. She knows how to get things done and doesn't let other people stand in the way of her dreams. She is fourteen going on eighteen. She helps me be a better person but makes me have fun at the same time. I love hanging out with her. We are usually on the same page and when no one else really understands me I can always count on her to know exactly what I mean.

[Sibling number five.]
The Boy. The Favorite. The Zoologist. The Weird One.
Jeffery Benjamin Abram.
Born October 28, 1999.
He is our boy. The only brother. Jeffery and I have a weird relationship. We just get along. He makes me laugh harder than anyone and I love talking to him. He knows absolutely any and everything about animals. He knows about their habitats, what they eat, how they breed, and he has seen almost every animal give birth. He is always glued to some show on Animal Planet. It is hilarious. He will play Zoo Tycoon on the computer and build his own little zoo and then he breeds animals together that he has learned about and make the weirdest animals...He can be a little odd sometimes but ya gotta love him. He is also the most creative person I know. He builds everything out of nothing. Like one time he was bored so he made this entire tiny model of a farm. Complete with tiny sheep and people. It was so sweet. He is so hilarious too. He can get pretty annoying sometimes, being a little brother and all, but even then it is hard not to laugh at the things he says. One time everyone was gone besides me, him and Joanie. And we were just watching t.v. and we were bored so I went and got all these bandanas and ribbons and he let me tie him to a kitchen chair and but bandanas over his mouth and eyes and just leave him there. It was the funniest thing. And at school, all of the girls love him. He is definitely a lady's man. He is very stickler about how he looks. He goes to church every week with a suit and ironed shirt. And he can't leave the house with out his hair looking good. For being the only boy, he's not turning out too bad.

[Sibling number six]
The Last Child. The Golden Child. The Baby. The Cute One. The Mini-Jean.
Joanie Renee Abram.
Born July 9, 2003.
Joanie is definitely an interesting child. Sometimes she is the most loud and obnoxious little kid, and other times she can barely utter a word. Just depends on who she is around. Although she can get pretty annoying, I must say she is a darn cute little girl. She loves coloring and playing dress up and all of those other things little girls love to do. One thing she really loves is her baby dolls. Once I dropped it on accident and she almost had a heart attack. She for surely thought the baby doll was dead. She also thinks she will be turning eighteen this year instead of eight. She likes to wear my clothes...even though they don't fit. She loves wearing my shirts (they fit like dresses) and everyday she reminds me that when she gets her ears pierced she will gladly accept all of my earrings. How kind of her. She loves doing things that us older kids do. Especially Jeffery. She follows his exact footsteps sometimes. She loves playing outside with him and is always willing to do a photo shoot with Jolene, Justine, or Jes. She loves singing and dancing around the house as long as no one is watching. The second she realizes someone is she gets all embarrassed and stops. She is definitely spoiled seeing as she is the youngest, but I can usually get her to listen to me and do what I tell her. She got surgery on her head when she was a baby and sometimes we wonder if that messed with her brain...she can be a bit out there sometimes. But I wouldn't have her any other way.

I love my siblings so much. We aren't a perfect family. We fight and argue and don't get along. But I wouldn't trade them for anything. Some of my very favorite memories of my life are the times when we are just driving in the car laughing and joking. We have had some great times. We have sleepovers all the time and even though we are all starting to grow up and move on, I know we'll always be close. Because we all need each other. Especially me. I don't know what I'd do without them. They're the best anyone could ask for.

Monday, March 21, 2011

dddaaayyy ttteeennn

What you wore today.

Really? I'm 99.9 percent sure that no one cares what I wore today.
Make it 100%.
But just to keep true to my 30 day post, 
I'll tell you one thing that I did wear: my favorite red sweater. 
(Every girl needs one red sweater)
The one with holes in the elbow, the upper arm, and both pockets.
It's forever old. 
And my favorite.
Invest in one.
It's worth the money.
Sleep on the opposite side of your bed tonight.

P.s. I did purchase what I will be wearing on Saturday night. 
And yeah, I'm kind of in love with it. 

Friday, March 18, 2011


Your beliefs. 

I believe in God.
I believe that true love can overcome anything.
I believe that families can be together forever.
I believe that there is good in every person.
I believe in love at first sight.
I believe everything happens for a reason.
I believe that chocolate can cure any girl problem.
I believe that music changes lives.
I believe that there is one person in this world who knows every trial and heartache I go through.
I believe that happiness is a choice.
I believe that sometimes crying just makes you feel better.
I believe in happily ever afters.
I believe that one day I will find "the one".
I believe all good things don't always have to come to an end.
I believe the scriptures are true. Every word.
I believe in simplicity.
I believe in a thousand other things but one thing I have come to believe in is sleep.
So goodnight.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

D.A.Y. E.I.G.H.T.

A moment...

Well, I was thinking about this post earlier and I had an idea of a good "moment" to share.
Then a better moment happened.

The doorbell rang, and I opened the door to this...

That in itself is a great moment.
But the moment got better.
He handed me a bouquet of roses, a glass slipper, and this:

And his name was in the shoe.
So fellow bloggers...
This girl is going to prom.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

The Seventh Day.

“Your Best Friend [s]”

I’m not quite sure if there are even words to describe my best friends, but here goes nothing…

Well one is of the male specimen. I’ve known him since 7th grade where we met in creative writing. It all started because we sat next to this Mexican who told me I looked like a Chinese immigrant, therefore bestowing the name, Chingchong, upon me.
I didn’t feel it was fair that I was the only one with a nickname so the Mexican and I gave the other boy one as well. Alfred. So Chingchong and Alfred became friends and for some strange reason the names stuck. All the way until now. We weren’t the best of friends back then, it has been a growing friendship. But sophomore year he helped me decide to run for Junior Council and then again for SBO. I tell him everything. Even the meaningless things that happen in my life. Like when I take out my contacts at night. It is kind of a big deal. (But not really to anyone else). Sometimes, he drives me up the wall. He makes me want to scream and punch him. But that feeling lasts about 8.7 seconds and then we’re back to best friends. He basically knows everything about me.
For Christmas he asked me what I wanted. I told him the simple answer. A boyfriend. So on Christmas Eve he drives to my house with my “boyfriend”. AKA a card with an extremely overweight man wearing a speedo on the front. How lovely.
He taught me how to drive stick and shared my very first burger experience at Five Guys and Fries. There have definitely been a lot of arguing in our friendship but we usually just work it out. Sometimes he is not all the way there…but there aren’t very many people who don’t worship him.
He understands me better than most people I know and I can talk to him about pretty much everything.
He’s not very good at MarioKart (Nintendo 64).
I’ve never met someone more obsessed with Taylor Swift than him.
He is not the best rememberer. Unless it is written on his hand or his planner.
He can sleep ANYWHERE.
He knows every word to Aaron Carter songs.
His coolest clothes are the ones I helped him pick out from D.I.
He has thicker hair than any boy I have ever met.
He is constantly making some sort of noise out of his mouth. Talking. Singing. Humming. And who knows what else.
Sometimes he is the laziest person. But somehow, he always follows through with things. Even if it takes him almost an entire year to keep a promise…he keeps it.
And through all of the confetti filled cars, jokes, math assignments, and online classes, he is the very best guy friend I have ever had.

Now. If you haven’t already… You might want to get comfortable.

I never in a million years would imagine myself apartment shopping with this girl. Planning on moving out together. Hanging out every day.
I wouldn’t of even imagined all of this just one year ago. Which is weird. Because I feel like we’ve been friends forever. This next line could be interpreted in an extremely cheesy way…but oh well. She is my movie best friend. In a sense that it feels like we are living a movie sometimes because our friendship is just that great. We are so ridiculously different, yet we agree on so many things.
We were on junior council together and we had been “friends” in choir but then all of a sudden at the end of last year, we just clicked. We hung out all summer long and now we are inseparable. I don’t know what I would do without her. She has helped me and taught me so much. We can party all out or sit and have the most spiritual experience. She knows me inside and out. We can communicate without saying any words. I can talk to her about any and everything. I trust her with my life. She understands me even when I don’t. I’m not going to say we never bug each other because that would be a lie. But the great part about it all is that even when we do bug each other, we can be completely honest and just tell the other person we are bugged. I have had so many memorable experiences with her in the short time that we’ve been friends.
She lets me fall asleep in her house in the middle of the day.
We can both just sit and do homework and not be bothered by the silence at all.
She basically drives me around town.
We’ve been in the same dance group for every single dance this entire year.
We dressed up as each other for Halloween.
I hate talking on the phone.
But ever since we became friends, I can have twenty minute phone conversations with her no problem.
She knows how to deal with my siblings better than I do.
I couldn’t ask for a better best friend.


Monday, March 14, 2011

Dae sicks.

"Your Day"

For starters, it was a snow day [?]. I don't really know. All I know is we didn't have school. Which is good enough for me. 
I stayed in bed until I woke up.
Not until I got woken up. 
Which is my favorite thing. 
Then I lied in bed thinking about the fabulous dream I had just woken up from. 
I eventually got up out of bed.
Made my bed. 
Then started my laundry.
Had breakfast.
Did some more laundry.
Blog stalked a little bit.
Had lunch (french bread with balsamic vinegar. Divine. And one of mom's famous chocolate chip cookies.)
Did another load. 
Then got dressed for the day.
Went over to see Kels' dress.
Be. a. utiful.
Then we went apartment shopping.
Which first of all is so weird.
The whole idea of moving out freaks me out and excites me all at the same time. 
I had done a little bit of research before we left.
Just a tip for anyone who is going to be looking there,plan an entire day for it. Because a few hours won't cut it. Everywhere you look there is another apartment. 
[Another tip: Ask someone who is currently living in an apartment for the info on some of the apartments. The people who work at them will only give you the good reviews, not the bad but true ones.]
We did find a few we were interested in, but we will for sure have to do a little more research. 
If any of you know of any good ones..maybe hit me up with some info?
It'd be much appreciated. 
After our little tour through Provo housing, we decided to call it a day and I came home to hamburgers. Yum.
Of course, it is Monday. Which could only mean one thing.
Pretty Little Liars.
And because of that beautiful snow storm last week causing our DVR to not record last week's episode, we had the joy of watching two episodes tonight. 
After we finished we did the usual.
Freaked ourselves out as we ran downstairs obviously thinking that everything that just happened in the show would happen to us. Only tonight, Jolene decided to run into the bottom of the banister with her toe. Then track blood from my bedroom all the way up to my parent's room. Lovely. 
But all in all, great day of no school.

Sunday, March 13, 2011

What is love?

Day 5. My definition of love.

love [luhv]-noun
1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

That is what the dictionary told me.
I guess that is true. 
But I think there is so much more to love than just that. 
People who love each other will never endanger one another's happiness in exchange for temporary personal pleasure. 
I think that is why us kids in high school have a hard time falling in love for reals. 
We are selfish. And in true love, that word does not exist. 
But I do have a few thoughts on what I think love really is about.

Love is not always about being together. It is wanting the person you love to be happy. Even if that means not being with them. And sometimes that is just what happens. You may love them, but you might not be the best thing for them right now. I think that is what the majority of us need to realize. If you truly love someone, you wont force anything upon them. You will do whatever you can to make them happy. Which in some cases, means letting them find love elsewhere.

Love is knowing that you love them, and they love you. The knowledge of others doesn't matter. You won't need to show affection in public just to prove you love each other. You won't need to prove anyone how much you love each other. You'll just know. And that is all that matters. 

Love is wanting to be with them through thick and thin. Through rich and poor. Through sickness and health. Through children and diapers and throw up and family vacations and crying and tantrums. You love them no matter what. With true love there is no "except when.." You love them always. 

There are so many other little things that love means. 
I could write an entire blog on just that. 
But I think there is one thing that is more important than any of this other stuff.
Love is forever. 
It never ends. If you truly and deeply are in love, it will last forever and ever. 

"Cinderella walked on broken glass. Sleeping beauty let a whole lifetime pass. Belle fell in love with a hideous beast. Jasmine married a common thief. Ariel walked on land for love and life. Snow White barely escaped a knife. It was all about blood, sweat and tears. Because love means facing your biggest fears."

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Day: Quatre. Fire. Vier. Quattro. Four.

Day four....What you ate today. 

First off, I'd like to tell you what I DIDN'T eat yesterday.
On the 11th of every month at the Harts in PG they give out free drinks.
So of course we went and got one. They're free.
My partner in crime got her usual. 64 oz Diet Coke.
I got a lemonade. 
It is alright to be proud of me for just a small moment. 

Now, today.
I had my all-time favorite breakfast. 


(I wasn't home yesterday to do a post, so I'll do day 3 and 4 today)

[Day Three: Your Parents]


Jeffery Harry and Jean Renee Abram.

For all of those who know my parents, you know how absolutely incredible they are. 
For all those who don't, I'm sorry.
You are missing out.
They are easily two of the greatest people on this entire earth.
And they love eachother.
They always have and they always will.
I know for a fact their love is pure and true and will last eternity.
They are the best parents.
I am friends with both of them.
I tell them basically everything that goes on in my life.
But I am also their daughter. 
There are rules.
Sometimes those rules are broken.
Then there are punishments.
But the other thing I know, is that they love me. 
I have never doubted that.
I know that there are kids out there who have terrible parents.
That is just how this world works.
But I am so grateful for the parents I have. 
I would never trade them for anything.
Sometimes I get angry at them, 
sometimes they get angry at me.
We all mess up.
But I know they would never do anything to hurt me. 
They always have my best interest in mind,
even if I don't agree with it.
I love them so much and I hope they know that.
Thanks mom and dad. For everything.

Thursday, March 10, 2011

d.a.y. 2.

Day one: introduce yourself with pictures and words.
Day two: your first love.
Sure get straight to the personal stuff..
But I said I'd do it. 
So, my first love...

I've had lots of crushes all throughout my life (who hasn't?) But I have never really fallen in love. There was one time where I definitely thought I was in love. So we'll count that.
It was eighth grade. 
I was in Mrs. Sandberg's advisory class.
And so was the new boy. 
I thought he was cute.
And tall.
It all started out by playing quarters, me and three other boys.
(The new kid being one of them).
I made the quarter stop spinning so it was my turn to get hit.
And his turn to hit me.
First he barely hit me, so I told him to do it his hardest. I could take it.
So he flung his finger back and let that quarter fly.
It hit me. Hard.
Once the quarter had contact with my knuckle, a flab of skin flew off and my hand started bleeding uncontrollably. 
He felt really bad.
I "fell in love."
It was then that I decided I for sure liked this kid. 
We went through half of eighth grade with me still liking him.
Then a little bit after the new semester, I found out he liked me too.
I never actually told him that I liked him, and neither did he.
We did most of that stuff through our friends.
It was junior high, what did you expect?
Then ninth grade came along. 
That is when it really started picking up.
I hung out with him a lot.
Then the greatest thing of my life started.
Basketball season.
I (along with Jamie Szabo) went to every. single. basketball. game.
And not just the home games. We went to every away game too.
We kept track on our hands of how many points our boys made. 
The coaches knew us, and the whole team made fun of us.
But we secretly loved every minute of it.
We were never officially "going out". Because both of our dad's were bishops and we weren't "allowed to date." So we were just friends. That did everything together. And liked eachother. 
We did hug. On occassion. Like after games and the one time in the hall when Brooke Bond said,
"Hey if you like her, why don't you hug her??"
That was our first hug.
Romantic, eh?
He never held my hand. 
We ate lunch together every day.
Him, me, Lakyn Lux and Brittney Griffith.
And we hung out on most weekends. 
He didn't have a phone so we couldn't text unless he used Michael's or his mother's. 
So that left us to talking on the phone. A lot. 
And of course seeing each other at school every day. 
He loved the Utes.
I liked BYU. Until I met him. 
Then I loved BYU. 
People used to make fun of us because he was so tall. 
I remember the first time I danced with him.
It was the 9th grade BBQ at the beginning of the year.
My arm hurt so bad by the end of the song from holding it so high to reach his shoulder.
But I thought I was in love.
This little romance lasted the second half of eighth grade and all of ninth grade. 
It was great.
He was my best friend.
Then we were at a stake dance a week before Sophomore year started.
And I decided I didn't want to go into high school with anyone thinking I had a "boyfriend".
So I danced with him.
Our last dance.
And I told him.
We aren't really friends anymore.
But sometimes when he would make baskets at the games this year,
I would say "Hey we used to like eachother" just for fun.

He's the only valentine I've ever had.