Finished!

We did it! After about 4 hours of measuring, mixing, and painting, a sink and kitchen floor splattered with paint, and various articles of clothing dotted with color happiness, we're done with the customized art for our home. They're not perfect, but they're our's and no one else has them. For my Mother's Day gift Adam agreed to sell plasma this week so we could go together on Friday or Saturday and pick up a tan-mixed-with-creme shag rug to add texture to the room. I'm so excited! We woke up this morning and couldn't believe how spacious and bright our place looked. The pictures definitely don't do the colors justice, but just imagine what you're missing. I never thought that rearranging some furniture, changing some curtains, and painting some canvases could offer such self-satisfaction and serenity. LOVE IT.

Change of Color

Adam and I are trying to redecorate our place by simply re-colorizing it for this marvelous upcoming summer. Call it a case of shorts and a t-shirt frenzy, but I'm excited to get rid of our winter reds and browns and replace them with refreshing cremes, pale yellows, grass greens, and whatever else we feel like. What we've done so far is purchased with our last remaining gift cards some light, cream curtains and white pillows with an awesome, trendy yellow design. What we're doing today is painting on some sort of things (Adam knows what they're called) some designs with bold stripes and colors to mount on our walls. The design I'm really excited about is doing one where we roughly paint the thing in a pink-ish red and then take our fingers and write, "I love you" across it. I'm so excited to go outside and paint some fun things under the beautiful clear and sunny sky today with my husband for our apartment. I'll be sure to take pics of the ending result!

But for now, here are some ideas of what we're thinking: 

Isn't this awesome! Some girl just used different colored scrapbook paper and glued them to her wall. 

Mary Kay Party This Monday!

All my Rexburg ladies,

I'm having my opening Mary Kay event this Monday from 8:30-9:30(pm)! Basically my friend, Jenn, is going to be showing everyone the AWESOME (and seriously I mean AWESOME) colors for this summer. There is seriously NO obligation for anyone to buy anything. I just want to have an awesome opening event where you girls can get free stuff and maybe check out some stuff if you're looking for some new colors. I'll have little goody-bags for you all (ooohhh incentives). So bring anyone and everyone and come and have an hour of girly fun. 

The place is super close:

Pass Walmart, going out of town. Turn right on Stationary Rd and then make your 2nd right at Stalks Ave and it's the 3rd building on the left. 

Again, I just want a really good turnout because it's so fun and a great chance to forget about work, finals, whatever and concentrate on YOU. 

 <3,

Britney

p.s. Comment if you want to come! 

Mary Kay?

Also, I'm thinking about being a part-time Mary Kay consultant. That stuff seems to sell like milk...and cereal.

What do u think? Are any of you consultants, were you consultants, or do u know anything about it? Good or bad?

p.s. I need to figure this out by Saturday!

Love you all,

Britney

Genius?

Disclaimer: This is not a "Brag Letter/Post." 

These past two weeks were killer for Britney. She has kept a solid "A" in her anatomy class, but since she was still only halfway through her possible points, the fact that she still had 500 points to earn scared her to pieces. She had come so far, and only made it halfway--what if she screwed everything up this last half? The first week, she had a lecture exam and then the second week she had a lab exam. The lecture was on action potentials in skeletal and smooth muscle, but she worked through it fine. The lab exam was going to be tricky though. Usually, lab boosts Britney's grade and so she really needed to perform well to ensure her hopeful "A". Britney had to memorize all the muscles on both the models and cadavers, along with their respective actions, functions, insertions, and correct spellings. Not exactly an easy task in such a short amount of time. So, she prayed, liked hard, and she studied, even harder. She studied at home, at open lab, in the car, in the hallways, pretty much everywhere. And when it came time for test time, there was nothing more to be done than to suck it all in (hopefully like a sponge) and take the exam. Britney went through the questions in about half an hour, which was a little longer than usual. She felt confident she did well, but not sure how well. She could have totally been envisioning the wrong side of the forearm, or gotten confused between the actions and insertions..not to mention spelling. But, once it was done it was done and she was satisfied that is was so totally done. This was Friday. By Monday, no grade up. Tuesday morning, still no grade up. Same with Tuesday night. But Wednesday morning, there it was. Staring her in the face. Disbelief. There is was: a 104. Not only did she get every last one right, she also got all the bonus right too. 

This surged a new realization and awareness into Britney's brain. She's no genius. She can't just look at a cadaver once and know everything. The words of Pres. Clark during a devotional last year came into her mind: (Something along the lines of) There are no geniuses or people that are born smart. They are successful because they have effective work habits and they stick to them. She realized that her efforts and through learning by the Spirit she was able to know the answers. 

So, her message to all: There are no geniuses, just people who know how to put the time into studying. We all have the potential to be great. It just depends on how badly we want to push ourselves to be our greatest. And once we are consistently learning, it becomes easier to learn and less of a struggle. Knowledge is power. Power to control and not be controlled by killer tests.

Just Kidding!

This past Saturday, Adam came home with a letter for Britney from the BYU-I Nursing Dept. A little confused it came so early, as she applied for the fall semester, she opened the letter. Low and behold--she wasn't accepted. Annoyed that such a decision was so quick and final, she ripped the letter in half and through it in the kitchen trash. Two days later, at her weight training class, Britney talked to her friend, Tracey, who is in the program, about the fact that she had been rejected before the program could even see her anat and phys grades. Tracey was just as confused as Britney. She told Britney to go home and make sure the letter said she had been denied for the fall, because the only letters going out now were for those applying for the spring 2009 semester. So, once she got home, Britney rummaged through the garbage (p.s. it was so freaking gross) and found her garbage-soaked letter. Sure enough, the program made a mistake thinking that since I had turned my application in so early, I must have been applying for the spring, a semester I would not be qualified to apply for. So what does this mean?: My application will be considered after my first Anat and phys class anndddd...I'm back in the game, baby!  

1st Valentine's Day

Considering our meager savings, the fact that most of our time goes to studying, and our need to spend time together, our first Valentine's Day was more about doing and less about receiving. Consequently, we decided to split up the day where Britney ran activities from the morning to late afternoon, and Adam took over from late afternoon to evening. Since she has more studying time, as opposed to project time, Britney really wanted to make her time special. She woke up around 8 AM and started on her charade of plans. To decorate, she cut out small red and pink hearts, wrote all the things she loved about Adam on each one, and taped them around the house. Then, she took her quilt which she and Adam used to use for picnics in the summer and draped it over the couch. Why?:Remembrance, it was pink, and so nothing got on the furniture. To ensure the last point, she also took a pink sheet and lied it on the floor under the coffee table. Next, she took out all of our china ware from the wedding and set the coffee table. Food-wise, she made some of Adam's favorites: Pillsbury orange cinnamon rolls, eggs over-easy, bacon, strawberrys and bananas with whipped cream, rich, dark hot chocolate, and pomegranate lemonade. Also, when Adam woke up, he had a valentine waiting for him by his bed full of all kinds of treats. Needless to say, it was nice. 

To top it all off, Britney surprised Adam after the blessing of the food by turning on the TV to a season of Family Guy. It was such a fun, relaxed morning, especially since studying throughout the day wasn't allowed. 

After Family Guy and cleaning up, we made our way over to the Rex to see Confessions of a Shopaholic. One reason Britney loves Adam is because he's man enough to admit the fact that he enjoys chic-flicks. It was a super cute movie which added to our NYC-(home?)sickness. Immediately after the movie, it was Adam's time to surprise. We left and went straight to Idaho Falls. Adam wouldn't even let Britney look at his GPS on his phone because even though she hadn't been to the restaurant, he still thought her seeing its name would spoil the surprise. And he was probably right. We arrived at the Wasabi restaurant full of sushi, soy sauce, and authentic Japanese rooms, one of which we got to sit in. We ordered a roll of sushi as an appetizer and then ordered amazing main entrees. We had Stake Conference at 7, so we rushed back to Rexburg and headed over to our meetings. Since it ended around 9, Adam took Britney home and then ran out to get the materials for his last surprise. When he got home and called Britney out of our bedroom (since she wasn't allowed to see what he was doing), he surprised her with a cup-full of...Pinkberry? There he stood, with a mountain of fro-yo that said "Pinkberry" on the cup. So for a whole 5 secs, Britney actually thought that Adam had somehow located a Pinkberry in Rexburg, ID. Then it became very clear that he had printed off the label and taped it on. Full of blueberries and and all kinds of goodness, the tart strawberry frozen yogurt was a very yummy mock Pinkberry, which we enjoyed while watching Ghostown, a movie Adam rented off of itunes. Fun day, right? Here's some pics. Oh yeah, and we went to Olive Garden the night before, courtesy of our gift card from our awesome cousins Cassie and Brian.

             

 

SALE! Heart disease for only $2.99!

I'm starting a new research essay for my advanced technical writing class. Since the emphasis of the class is for elementary ed majors, my previous assignments were focused on education topics, ones which I couldn't care less about. But this one, our final essay, we are permitted to write about a topic specific to our majors. Excellent. But with the broad range of medical topics, I realized that zeroing in on one narrow subject, and one that I'm interested in, wasn't going to be easy. Yet through taking some time to research, I realized sooner than later what I wanted to talk about. And to I'm sure everyone's sincere interest, I am researching trans fats. A few weeks ago, my anatomy prof, Bro. Shaw, gave an FYI about the process of making trans fats (TFs) as we learned about the molecules of life. 

For you chemists:

Unsaturated fats (canola or olive oils) are made up a single chain of carbon atoms with more single, but one or more double covalent bonds. To make trans fats, companies take these cheap oils and add intense heats and pressures, along with a nickel catalyst to promote hydrogenation, to break those double bonds. This makes the lipid a solid at room temperature, which promotes freshness and texture to foods such as crackers, cookies, and dough. 

For you who aren't chemists:

Trans fats are also called hydrogenated oils. Although your packet of Ritz says it has 0grams of trans fat, that percent is per serving; and we all know NO one actually eats one serving of Ritz. Scroll down the list of ingredients and if you read something along the lines of "partially hydrogenated", or simply, "hydrogenated", you've got trans fat. The American Heart Association (AHA) warns that more than 2 grams of trans fat per day is unhealthy. That statement in and of itself basically shouts don't even touch it! 

For you who still aren't getting it:

Trans fats are basically rancid, bacteria riddled oil that has been steamed, but not anti-bacterialized, bleached white, stuffed with artificial flavorings and sold in super markets as margarine or shortening. What does it do? No seriously, what it literally DOES as a JOB?: It causes cardiovascular disease, increases bad cholesterol (LDL), and type 2 diabetes. Why: Because it is a man-made fat, your body has a tough time breaking it down and so it stays in your body for a long period of time. 

Why am I writing about this? Because it honestly disgusts me. European countries have banned the production of foods with trans fats, but our's hasn't because it would mean using more healthy, and therefore expensive fats, such as butter, to make every little pastry and crunch we so glutinously enjoy. 

Your country is corrupt enough to withhold educating citizens of the man-made heart cloggers they're selling on the market so companies can continue to take cheap oil, ship it out as poison, and sell it for way more than it's worth. How can I prove I'm right? The fact that food companies go out of their way to fool buyers into thinking there's no trans fat in their snacks by saying so per serving, and then using its formal, chemical name as hydrogenated oils in the list of ingredients to disguise its true identity verifies that they know it's dangerous, but will go to all extremes to cover it up. Why also won't the government educate us? Because a decrease in heart disease and diabetes=a decrease in sick patients=less money into the pockets of the medical world. 

To all my wonderful family and friends, if you have anything with trans fat or hydrogenated oils, throw it out. Check your pantries today, even right now. Most things that come in boxes or wrappers have hydrogenated oils to preserve its freshness and if your closet is full of boxed-up goodies, something tells me your family is consuming more than 2gs of TF every day. 

So, the next time you make cookies full of shortening, or slather a spoonful of margarine onto your child's toast, think about what you're doing--directly causing heart disease and diabetes. 

Really, America? Really?

 Try: Obese-Middle-Aged-Man-Causing Margarine

Point Proved

Here we go. I can't even BELIEVE there's a site so perfect to prove my point.

General Surgeons Warning: Gazing at this site too long may cause eye itching, redness, or uncontrollable burning.

If ever there was a site created to encourage spending abstinence, this is your ticket to kicking the habit.

WWW.BIGHAPPIEHAIR.COM

Special thanks to Katie Lish, the lovely fellow BYU-Idahoan who raised this site to my awareness. 

Love Love Love

As the first Valentine's Day of our life together draws near, I figured I'd write sooner so our all encompassing studies don't make this post later...

and what's more appropriate than a good ole' generic love list to organize all the things I adore in life?

--the following are in no particular order, except for #s 1 & 2--

1. Adam--my husband/best friend/hotty with a sweet body/eternal cuddler

2. NYC--my haven for good food, sites, and cheap sunglasses. 

3. Pinkberry--my love affair with frozen yogurt is just that desperate. 

4. Tailored jeans--although I still do not own a pair, I could definitely get used to jeans that squeeze my waist just as much as they snuggle my butt. 

5. Reduced-fat oreos and milk--enough said.

6. Scarves--they keep my neck warmth and reassurance of how cool I am at a reasonable level.

7. Family Guy--a show with the copyright to make fun of anyone or anything = free hours of (quality?) entertainment. 

8. Dogs--we need the company. It's either one of these or a baby, and my level of maturity makes this decision real easy. 

9. Henri Bendels--I want the hot pink watch. Period. 

10. Boston, MA--symbolizes our academic success and emancipation from the (ice)"burg."

11. My families--from crazy Brynne to retro Nick, it's a zoo. 

12. Our comfy-awesome bed--all I need is cereal and an in-bed hot tub and I could live in it.

13. Ankle boots--they're the comfiest heals can get without looking like trash.

14. The fact that I still have straight A's--knock on wood. 

15. My phone--it deceives people into thinking I'm expensive.

16. Adam's car-- now that I can drive her, we get along just fine.

17. Field hockey--my long lost love I'm determined to reunite with.

18. The temple--it's the only place I can forget about school and think about the big picture. 

19. Clean clothes and house--it makes the world feel complete, right? 

20. HOT showers--there's nothing more therapeutic after a long day of reading and starvation. 

21. Tie-waist sweaters--the comfy-chic article that only requires throwing on.

22. High-waist skirts--they hide my belly after a week of tortilla chips and salsa. 

23. Raybans--one day I'll own real ones, one day.

24. The subway--just realizing I'll never see those people again is liberating. 

25. Waffles and strawberries with whipped cream--it's the only dessert I can eat as a meal without feeling guilty. 

26. Adam's surprises--minus knowing they're coming. 

27. Down pillows--soon my loves, soon.

28. The idea of having a spacious apartment in Boston looking over the harbor--relaxation never looked so posh. 

29. Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ--the two people who know our plan in mortality and love us no matter how far we deviate. 

30. A tan--less shaving and less makeup. Not hard to love.  

31. Banana Republic--my transition from American Eagle couldn't have been easier. 

Wow there's more but I know it's exhaustive. I think this was more of a reminder for me than anyone else. So, this Valentine's Day, flounce around in your most provocative outfits, tease your tongues with savory snacks, light your room with cookie smelling candles, and reminisce about what gave you butterflies and rosy cheeks in the first place. 

Why not make it one for the ages? Have an Extra Sexy Valentine's Day Loves!