A Cap, A Gown, and a Million goodbyes

The time has come to say goodbye to the last four years of my life. It definitely was a bitter sweet feeling. But before I get into all that I do have to share that I am typing this blog on my brand new Mac Laptop. Uh talk about exciting and overwhelmed with gratitude. I have been wanting one forever, because I have taken so many classes using photoshop, InDesign, and Illustrator, and I have spent the last four years using Macs that it was hard to go back to a PC. So for my graduation gift I got a Mac computer fully loaded with all programs. I am so happy and so grateful. I am so sorry I don't mean to brag, but boy oh boy I can't stop smiling about it. It was the absolute perfect gift. ok anyways back to graduation.

Graduating with my husband and my brother was awesome. Even though for the first half Dan had to sit on the stand, and Michael was asleep it was still awesome. My parents threw us a little graduation BBQ and it was sweet because Dan's parents came down to Rexburg for the celebration. Also Michelle came down with Sager. It was fun to have family there. We all graduated with Bachelor degrees. A few people spoke and we shook some hands, and then it was over.  It was hard to say goodbye to friends and the campus that I have grown to love. So many memories are there and it is weird to know that I will never sit in another class room on the BYU-I campus ever again. The chapter definitely closed as I was handed my diploma and shook my professors hands for the last time.  Now on to the next great chapter of our life. Its still hard to think that a week from today I will have left the only town I have ever known and start brand new. We have yet to start packing even though we pick up our u-haul truck on Thursday. Graduation was amazing. Its an amazing accomplishment to know that I have a college degree, along with some real work experience. Thanks to i-Comm. 

I know this is long but I have to do a little shout out to my parents. If it were not for them I would not be where I am today. Literally! I forgot to write my acceptance letter and was no longer accepted to BYUI. Luckily my dad set everything straight. and they paid for two years of this education. I hope someday I can pay them back, but I know that I made them proud my finishing my degree. Anyways I just wanted to say that if it were not for them I would still be an

uneducated foo. ha ha there are a few pictures so just keep scrolling down, and if you want to see all of them go to my facebook page. Happy Reading

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Leave Casseroles alone

No matter how hard you try to fight the mushy goodness of a Casserole, you know that it always ends up on your plate, and you go back for more. People Casseroles are good. What better food is there when you can add any type of ingredient that you want, mix together, put in the oven and have a meal in under 30 minutes? Who cares if its brown or green, or if there are things in there that are a little chewy? Its good, so I am standing up for these poor dishes who get ravished because they may look like vomit. There will be a time when Casseroles make a comeback and we will be paying big bucks for a turkey, Jerky Casserole.

1 Jar, 753 Buttons

A button jar. who would have thought that a peanut butter jar full of random buttons would create a million memories. Growing up I traveled to my grandma Mendenhall's on numerous occasions. Many times by myself and me and my grandma would spend hours doing the most simplest but the best activities. Through the years the peanut butter jar full of buttons became my favorite thing to do with my grandma. We would make all sorts of jewelry, and being the grandma that she was, she would wear that jewelry the whole time that I was there. Life goes on, but I always remembered that button jar. 

Ok so the purpose of my button fiasco. My grandma died a little over 7 years ago, and about 3 years ago my grandpa was put in a assisted living. The house that was so lovable for so many years was put on the market and sold. I told my mom that all I wanted from that house was that jar of buttons. For some reason no one understood why I desperately wanted this jar, but it held sentimental value. After searching many times, no one could find that jar of buttons. I was heart broken.

Well I am moving in less then 3 weeks and my sister Megan took me to lunch one day. It was a "GOOD LUCK LUNCH". As we are waiting for our food she handed me a brown bag. I opened it very excitedly, I mean who isn't excited about gifts?. anyways there it was my very own jar of buttons. It is hard to explain the flood of emotion that came over me when I saw all 753 buttons in my very own jar. One that I will share with my children and my grandchildren. The tradition will stay alive. That one simple jar of buttons brought back floods of memories for me and Megan. We spent the remainder of the time talking about particular buttons that were in the jar and other things we loved about our grandma. It was an amazing gift, and it had so much meaning behind it. Thanks Megs for remembering such a memorable thing to me. 

Here is my jar. Isn't it beautiful