tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77393999273504501262024-03-05T08:23:51.255-07:00Life of LaurenNavajo | Daughter | Sister | Aunt |Lover of God |Family oriented | Happy | Disneyland lover | myrmecologist at heart | Nordstrom shopperLaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comBlogger38125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-45135658063993368422019-03-13T21:01:00.001-06:002019-03-13T21:01:43.480-06:00Seriously!?Hello family and friends,<br />
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It has been years since I've posted. I tried to do my best and life happened. So many things have happened since I last posted. In 2016 I came back to NM to "visit" and have been visiting ever since. I work at the nearby college (San Juan College) and am currently having fun with my job. I've got some awesome co-workers that make my job less stressed and fun. I had been living in the mormon bubble in Utah and this is my first job not working around mormons. It was hard at first because I wasn't used to it, but now it's fine. There are still those moments when you want to talk with someone about church "stuff" but there's nobody around. *Insert laughing emoji* My heart aches for Utah and especially my family and friends. <br />
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Kora turned 3 years old on February 5th. She's my joy and the reason I started a business. Oh you didn't know I started a business? YES! I started making hair bows when Kora was a baby and then decided I would sell the extra ribbon that we didn't use for others. I started making grosgrain ribbon hair bows and in the latter end of 2017, I switched over to fabric hair bows. I now have an online store where mommas across the US are able to shop. About a year ago, I switched how I made my fabric bows and my business has seen success in such a small amount of time. I'm so blessed with all the moms and friends that buy hair bows from me. I'm one of those crazy hair bow people. Currently, we own roughly close to 750 or so hair bows. I know, that's A LOT!!! I like to hoard Kora's hair bows though so I can be in denial about the actual amount of hair bows she has. I buy hair bows ranging from $5-75 depending on the hair bow. I know I know, that is an insane price to pay for a piece of fabric, but to me, it's a fun hobby. Okay, back to Kora. Kora loves to watch Super Monsters, tries to speak in sentences, has stranger danger mindset, likes to eat rice, cereal, pringles, gummy worms, and likes to drink sprite or lemonade...but we<br />
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Kora's younger brother, Kenny, was born on April, 2018. He will be a year old in such a short time. He is such a baby. Cries all the time. He doesn't like to just chill...nope! Cry baby! We love him so much already and can't believe how big he is. He crawls around everywhere and is able to stand on his own. He has taken a step but not real walking yet. He's our chubby baby and we will be sad when he "thins" out after he starts walking. <br />
Kenny and Kora like to fight a lot! Kenny likes to pull Kora's hair or he will be bite her. Kora likes to push down Kenny. They get jealous of each other when their mom is holding on. It's funny to watch them get mad. <br />
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I have a new calling at church. I have been called to teach primary; The sunbeams, specifically. Kora is in my class that's fun. She gets shy and doesn't like to play with others. So far we have 4 little cute ones in class. Most of the little ones are 3 years old. They are crazy and very naughty.<br />
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Besides work and my business, it doesn't leave me a lot of time to have a social life. I am so thankful for my friends, especially Danielle and Brooke. Whitey is getting married on May 4th to Colin Plank. #letsplank I am incredibly happy for Danielle. She deserves all the happiness and then some. I'm grateful for my best friends and how they have put up with me all of these years. I'm also grateful for my new friends that i've made. It's been fun getting to know others. <br />
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My dating life is...my dating life is...hmmm...it's going. I'm just trying to focus on me and that is important to me. If things work out with whom I want them to work out with, then they will work out. Right now, I need to remember that I need some self-care and love. It's always important for me to be selfish at times especially when it comes to my mental health and spirituality. I'm grateful for Heavenly Father and His blessings. I feel indebted to them but I know Heavenly Father is blessing me. I know the Savior is real! I know Jesus Christ lives! The gospel of Jesus Christ is true and it is here on earth waiting for us. </div>
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<br />Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-90520403641370642542015-06-04T14:18:00.001-06:002015-06-04T14:18:50.754-06:00Birthday happiness!I can't believe my birthday came and left so fast. It was an amazing birthday! I got to hang out with some friends and then went to lunch with my family at Molly's. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1oViV-vb8vcrs40vq1x0cf8uhBBDGJuXfJz_JJ_jEYBWlhnxRXxyqhx5PcbwwZ2Ydvvk3lzDugwP7Sv93DUYyL16NE783iKUA6bV6VkkgK-Dsm7-EnOp_ajVPjqdFLd-zmTvJJQNu_-U/s640/blogger-image--1933457439.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1oViV-vb8vcrs40vq1x0cf8uhBBDGJuXfJz_JJ_jEYBWlhnxRXxyqhx5PcbwwZ2Ydvvk3lzDugwP7Sv93DUYyL16NE783iKUA6bV6VkkgK-Dsm7-EnOp_ajVPjqdFLd-zmTvJJQNu_-U/s640/blogger-image--1933457439.jpg"></a></div>It was so delicious!!!! I got brisket with mashed potatoes and green beans. Kae got me a chocolate cake. I pretty much ate sugar the whole day. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinud9gYBSx2SsNKT7KCMlYudWstytiy4oGAUOXHUzER_DGNaYBdRNoay_B4be2jAHndrhmBTrlaVoMEeoU8uNPlYyg9neQXgX57tVEmyLcngbGelQKpUkU2dwETFk0-oQvYrQa2gidCXY/s640/blogger-image--1679502320.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinud9gYBSx2SsNKT7KCMlYudWstytiy4oGAUOXHUzER_DGNaYBdRNoay_B4be2jAHndrhmBTrlaVoMEeoU8uNPlYyg9neQXgX57tVEmyLcngbGelQKpUkU2dwETFk0-oQvYrQa2gidCXY/s640/blogger-image--1679502320.jpg"></a>After lunch I went and saw Michael. Michael is back in Utah! Wahoo! He will be here for a couple more weeks. He is an EFY counselor at BYU and works everyday from 7am-10:30pm. He's always so tired and I feel so bad. He's my light and joy! So happy he's here in my life right now :) </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYgrBJWtq4MgbqWdcZCu0Au2_UAWlk3fhCBz8qVNE81iD2_wYBpmjQlMh6iLHmSOHL1prGwUN0gUvznTXvw8_SCjIt_ct0lrOcwWRjzhedU1_bxIZ_XLswzHoI-0g9sQmEy8FUXBi0eo/s640/blogger-image--1306977144.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAYgrBJWtq4MgbqWdcZCu0Au2_UAWlk3fhCBz8qVNE81iD2_wYBpmjQlMh6iLHmSOHL1prGwUN0gUvznTXvw8_SCjIt_ct0lrOcwWRjzhedU1_bxIZ_XLswzHoI-0g9sQmEy8FUXBi0eo/s640/blogger-image--1306977144.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I got my nails done after I saw Michael with amber. It was really fun and I love pampering myself. Kae, Lora, Amber, Jordan, Alanna, Isabelle, and I went to Cheesecake Factory for dinner. We stuffed our faces and had so much fun. I was able to go shopping before dinner. Dinner was amazing and I'm so glad I was surrounded by family and people I love. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIbZLFv7pNcOe0cUWqVJha2mp9GwIA9WC7cp3DvAmR1iNpE_6M-nbfHdcwHjeJhSA4kJyZeSRgFPXEL4ALvwTsBM6Y77D7PouIP_OVfI1laFkRb18V5pQarnxKGfGFCS0JSOuaTJ7YBFM/s640/blogger-image-484085515.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIbZLFv7pNcOe0cUWqVJha2mp9GwIA9WC7cp3DvAmR1iNpE_6M-nbfHdcwHjeJhSA4kJyZeSRgFPXEL4ALvwTsBM6Y77D7PouIP_OVfI1laFkRb18V5pQarnxKGfGFCS0JSOuaTJ7YBFM/s640/blogger-image-484085515.jpg"></a>Oh it was such a great night. I got to talk to Michael for an hour last night. It was great and I'm excited for Saturday. It's going to be date day for us. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Thank you for all the birthday wishes. There were so many that took time out to wish me a happy day. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Until next time, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lozza </div></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-75175832037822658792015-05-11T14:38:00.001-06:002015-05-11T14:38:46.828-06:00Missing you...<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Wm61aRHY4R0kK7xY0jOEVLE7WQdBopwvWDirxWHdUxLRwVdwSTGGCKYC4HjhH0RDHVlf77hztO-yRHFskPx4tx2VzC6zV8GX6APkoCJtpAiGVy0MjjLaSGBV7JBs_GfwDX3U36Z4EFo/s640/blogger-image-423165100.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7Wm61aRHY4R0kK7xY0jOEVLE7WQdBopwvWDirxWHdUxLRwVdwSTGGCKYC4HjhH0RDHVlf77hztO-yRHFskPx4tx2VzC6zV8GX6APkoCJtpAiGVy0MjjLaSGBV7JBs_GfwDX3U36Z4EFo/s640/blogger-image-423165100.jpg"></a></div>It's been a couple of months since I've posted anything. I'm just gonna dive right back in: I'm depressed. I've been depressed lately and I never really knew how I felt until this past weekend. I had ZERO motivation to do anything and laid in bed doing nothing. It's a destructive life and I feel defeated. I hate feeling this way. Depression is real and it sucks! I'm trying so hard to not feel this way. I really am!!! I'm trying to think of all the positives that have happened in my life. I can't pinpoint what I'm depressed about but I also can't get rid of this feeling. I'm not sure if I should cry. <div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtqQNIgAcnAMgqnMcr8JvXuz4O4_GU-1GfRt6nfGBQAFoW0aHlBtA4ZJYk1zpbMhBl9unRiQjYW-5MQm0E2W5_jLTYI2ZSWl9J3KHatQmUFvNNYog-b4Lnf3LOUVade7zqjxDVgKtGSRU/s640/blogger-image--614025934.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtqQNIgAcnAMgqnMcr8JvXuz4O4_GU-1GfRt6nfGBQAFoW0aHlBtA4ZJYk1zpbMhBl9unRiQjYW-5MQm0E2W5_jLTYI2ZSWl9J3KHatQmUFvNNYog-b4Lnf3LOUVade7zqjxDVgKtGSRU/s640/blogger-image--614025934.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>I miss Michael. He was my safe person and the one guy I felt who never let me down. I'm not saying he is perfect but I trust him. I love him. He's been the one guy to stand by me through everything. All the bad things that have happened and when I tell him about things, he doesn't flinch. He hugs me and asks me what he can do to help. He drops everything and serves me. Why did he have to move?! The one time I felt so secure was abruptly taken. I miss that feeling. I'm starting to tear up just thinking about him and how much he has cared for me. I can't wait to embrace him so soon. I wish that soon was today. I also wished he didn't have to move. He has a job in AZ with his Dad and there's no reason for him to be here in UT. He graduated last month. I sobbed for the first few days when he left. And now I feel my heart aching for him. Aching for that smile, those dimples, and those eyes. It's hurts so bad I feel Iike apart of me is gone. Why did he and I become so close so fast and then to have it all be gone with a flash? It hurts so much it's unbearable like it is right now. </div><div><br></div><div>I haven't really spoken about how much I missed him to anybody but here I am. Michael, if you are reading this, I miss you more than you know. My days were so much better when you were involved in it. Your presence takes away the pain, hurt, and any negative thoughts. I've shared so many different feelings with you and you didn't go running. You stood beside me and smiled. You made me feel like a real person with no problems and not the depression, anxiety, and ADHD individual I am. You made me love myself more. Why didn't "us" happen sooner?! So many questions I ask and it's painful but I'm also grateful you've been there for me. I am not sure what I would do without you. I feel alone and it's because you're not here. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Until next time, </div><div><br></div><div>Loza <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtw7Y-I9Shc9vxNSMyuD9MiAf3auxGtno59bGXxO9fTXA5DqftJD8BVwJfwDBpLQDOuqz_R96nfmWWwkN0JldEd2l9RSmBSSIjCgF9aHE4TVbWib3ZaEWLq1VPSyVpEKgjQyk5zXXLBQk/s640/blogger-image--1066483288.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhtw7Y-I9Shc9vxNSMyuD9MiAf3auxGtno59bGXxO9fTXA5DqftJD8BVwJfwDBpLQDOuqz_R96nfmWWwkN0JldEd2l9RSmBSSIjCgF9aHE4TVbWib3ZaEWLq1VPSyVpEKgjQyk5zXXLBQk/s640/blogger-image--1066483288.jpg"></a></div></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-54407701746546201552015-01-25T13:42:00.001-07:002015-01-25T15:49:49.432-07:00Thank you!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6cg1UX_ZY4FUEz6BQt9V5XBy8-c8FkqHks-XVi7at-8yKsLdpUV8B60ZzpGERTAXxQ4hYkz3cZYlB-qE4U_fn_vr_wXl3rXsfhDtx7gGRPwdTQ7vGayQGpuHfbmcV2klmfZhD4IZ9-M/s640/blogger-image-282379684.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo6cg1UX_ZY4FUEz6BQt9V5XBy8-c8FkqHks-XVi7at-8yKsLdpUV8B60ZzpGERTAXxQ4hYkz3cZYlB-qE4U_fn_vr_wXl3rXsfhDtx7gGRPwdTQ7vGayQGpuHfbmcV2klmfZhD4IZ9-M/s640/blogger-image-282379684.jpg"></a></div>This post is dedicated to my friends and family members that have stuck by my side the last 2 1/2 weeks. It's been rough and there have been so many of you that text me to ask how I'm doing or they're thinking of me. It's been so amazing to see the abundant amount of love and concern from so many of you. <div>I am feeling better and the medicines are working pretty well...so far...I'm not as emotional and I feel more logical which makes me happy. Haha. I'm sleeping better and even though I'm still exhausted I think about the last few years of bad sleep I've gotten. I'm so happy to be where I am right now and to be more stable. Thank you for being apart of my life and for helping me! I am so thankful for you. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBVMP_6BDGUIZtPWpF4i4Te0JxXGkz6Uzqu5uiw1eYTYHslJfVVXogFwk154WoKgR7au-xCQtTZTlMX-5g8eYpk4uqM0aQriE3o3jXbeZ5dl124UtVCWY0VTOYe_tRhfBZzhUtSL-jNkc/s640/blogger-image-329889570.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBVMP_6BDGUIZtPWpF4i4Te0JxXGkz6Uzqu5uiw1eYTYHslJfVVXogFwk154WoKgR7au-xCQtTZTlMX-5g8eYpk4uqM0aQriE3o3jXbeZ5dl124UtVCWY0VTOYe_tRhfBZzhUtSL-jNkc/s640/blogger-image-329889570.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-I7wa119iuynQxWtpdz-XHXle72VSP8NPoB45FIFfGrcrCWKa6zasrIx9WGadS3xcvXrXAMtsX5HfMvArdpJ6c99vBg4g1ZI8uEttAt6nJbb3uqUKNFTUuIvUmAAmrZC2jyazRq5pVI/s640/blogger-image--719283669.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-I7wa119iuynQxWtpdz-XHXle72VSP8NPoB45FIFfGrcrCWKa6zasrIx9WGadS3xcvXrXAMtsX5HfMvArdpJ6c99vBg4g1ZI8uEttAt6nJbb3uqUKNFTUuIvUmAAmrZC2jyazRq5pVI/s640/blogger-image--719283669.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjb-I7wa119iuynQxWtpdz-XHXle72VSP8NPoB45FIFfGrcrCWKa6zasrIx9WGadS3xcvXrXAMtsX5HfMvArdpJ6c99vBg4g1ZI8uEttAt6nJbb3uqUKNFTUuIvUmAAmrZC2jyazRq5pVI/s640/blogger-image--719283669.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVybdCxf9gCmam0D8YKUS4NXx6EzIWX7V4z1N0jjcYgOr1qM7OK-v0ecXmydScfgnPFz4eSMFRY2cq8L6LS12Y4Zg4Fb8QVPhWXYpPvD3A_ogpb6gaP9SIOxrkbkyxNZdLLq0y4hemaI/s640/blogger-image--1800873406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVybdCxf9gCmam0D8YKUS4NXx6EzIWX7V4z1N0jjcYgOr1qM7OK-v0ecXmydScfgnPFz4eSMFRY2cq8L6LS12Y4Zg4Fb8QVPhWXYpPvD3A_ogpb6gaP9SIOxrkbkyxNZdLLq0y4hemaI/s640/blogger-image--1800873406.jpg"></a><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVybdCxf9gCmam0D8YKUS4NXx6EzIWX7V4z1N0jjcYgOr1qM7OK-v0ecXmydScfgnPFz4eSMFRY2cq8L6LS12Y4Zg4Fb8QVPhWXYpPvD3A_ogpb6gaP9SIOxrkbkyxNZdLLq0y4hemaI/s640/blogger-image--1800873406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkFIk_R1UVGjvZzrgIj97xVUgknrJ9O2kBC_LLbyU-GIyl3rvaoRvtXkb5viboSykK7Epg9jOra5GNQufmo8rZerEoLn2vlDSEjpWE8WkSXpg_s80sIkC-Wrg0RdCO1ibyHDchJX55Ais/s640/blogger-image--246671376.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkFIk_R1UVGjvZzrgIj97xVUgknrJ9O2kBC_LLbyU-GIyl3rvaoRvtXkb5viboSykK7Epg9jOra5GNQufmo8rZerEoLn2vlDSEjpWE8WkSXpg_s80sIkC-Wrg0RdCO1ibyHDchJX55Ais/s640/blogger-image--246671376.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidVybdCxf9gCmam0D8YKUS4NXx6EzIWX7V4z1N0jjcYgOr1qM7OK-v0ecXmydScfgnPFz4eSMFRY2cq8L6LS12Y4Zg4Fb8QVPhWXYpPvD3A_ogpb6gaP9SIOxrkbkyxNZdLLq0y4hemaI/s640/blogger-image--1800873406.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bbuPYr9l0qEUqjWGKwv_RSJJzAOjnavsSdvPBFjItEBWFNGce1Ct68Wr9xEwdqhq6J8DKFaYotr4QKk91JSBiOjU7jL7JsotrR8M0Mjf6I6FOkbqyjDaN7c8nxbiENNQrGqNUnRoRoY/s640/blogger-image--1421521970.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0bbuPYr9l0qEUqjWGKwv_RSJJzAOjnavsSdvPBFjItEBWFNGce1Ct68Wr9xEwdqhq6J8DKFaYotr4QKk91JSBiOjU7jL7JsotrR8M0Mjf6I6FOkbqyjDaN7c8nxbiENNQrGqNUnRoRoY/s640/blogger-image--1421521970.jpg"></a>Until next time, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lozza</div></div></div></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-8001706061086045292015-01-23T17:03:00.001-07:002015-01-23T17:03:43.051-07:00I love you Fridaaaaaaaay!<div><span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">Oh blessed day it is Friday. I've been so sick this week and I'm soooo looking forward to today. I get two days of sleeping in and resting. I've developed a congested cough which has made me being even more sick. I'm still so exhausted and tired. I can barely go out for an outing without getting so tired. </span></div><div><br></div><div>On the positive side, I'm sleeping better. I am actually getting sleep. I feel so much better. <span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">I've been able to read my scriptures every day, make sure I pray always, and it's made the difference in my day. Even though I'm so tired and exhausted I have made sure to put time in having spiritual moments. I know Heavenly Father is watching me and I know He's helping me be better. I know He is there for me. I know Heavenly Father has a plan for me and I'm willing to let Him guide me. I know the Atonement is there for me and how blessed I am. He lives! What comfort this sweet sentence gives! I know that my Redeemer Lives! </span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdaYfEAjKJlncqqVXS7aDJMYtYIrvTUwqwp6PpmCSU5MZBgRiPrmHJtW2La8nSDhwOB0w5HJGse-PxCXQznUozd-HeriQOFWoJhV96wsIv6XtASpneAtoODzPd2WCz9TvD5d-Z09E2Hws/s640/blogger-image--1251512510.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdaYfEAjKJlncqqVXS7aDJMYtYIrvTUwqwp6PpmCSU5MZBgRiPrmHJtW2La8nSDhwOB0w5HJGse-PxCXQznUozd-HeriQOFWoJhV96wsIv6XtASpneAtoODzPd2WCz9TvD5d-Z09E2Hws/s640/blogger-image--1251512510.jpg"></a></div></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Until next time, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lozza</div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-53191711430509663602015-01-21T16:55:00.001-07:002015-01-21T16:55:26.461-07:00Accepting today...Today sucked! I got up and puked everywhere and was in a fetal position in my bathroom this morning. "How is this making me better?" The very question I ask myself every single time I feel nauseous or tired. A sweet, still voice says, "be patient"... Even though today I look rough I know things will work out. I feel exhausted and so sick today but I know there is rest in the future. So thankful for that and so grateful for ALL the hugs I've gotta today. Happy National Hug Day from this Navajo! <br><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgODC8RgHLA3phiUNqa55icLFenolc4H7OBL1AfCBhiUOHtErTVaOP9QuNPAfZgtD3oE_y2oham4lq8KV-cAo0srZNaqMKZPsVVeKWByXJD2Ti4kG_NnnBvBOGlnC_CeB-CAGuPuNfIwRE/s640/blogger-image-837135748.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgODC8RgHLA3phiUNqa55icLFenolc4H7OBL1AfCBhiUOHtErTVaOP9QuNPAfZgtD3oE_y2oham4lq8KV-cAo0srZNaqMKZPsVVeKWByXJD2Ti4kG_NnnBvBOGlnC_CeB-CAGuPuNfIwRE/s640/blogger-image-837135748.jpg"></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Until next time, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lozza</div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-79431608702744720752015-01-19T21:10:00.001-07:002015-01-19T21:10:38.852-07:00Navajo magic!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQwp8hO3bGmVIXU_xecARH_L4H5HQvp3dIR_BzSP0O2EqRhCRN1Rnx3OgOjfAVvwKnyaTbPEP2HIGTeBlyRLJppFy4ru2avf-11i1PTgy1IqYHFwQQyqR2WPQpKs-I9lTMIFyf3oCgqAM/s640/blogger-image-81256238.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQwp8hO3bGmVIXU_xecARH_L4H5HQvp3dIR_BzSP0O2EqRhCRN1Rnx3OgOjfAVvwKnyaTbPEP2HIGTeBlyRLJppFy4ru2avf-11i1PTgy1IqYHFwQQyqR2WPQpKs-I9lTMIFyf3oCgqAM/s640/blogger-image-81256238.jpg"></a></div>I don't know if the emotion gods have left me but I felt happy today. It was so good but very tiring. Still adjusting to the medication is going to take a while but it didn't stop me from going out. I had lunch with my family at Tucanos and then shopped for a while. I picked up my car that was in the shop and then went shopping some more with my bestie, Brooke. Afterwards I was so tired and needed a nap. I got home, put laundry in, changed into comfy clothes and sat on the couch wanting to call it a day at 7:30pm. <div><br><div>Today, I am happy! I am a daughter of God. I am beautiful. I am Navajo. I am grateful. I am determined. I love myself. </div><div><br></div><div>I know that tomorrow may be a bad day but I'm going to count my blessings and say today was a fantastic day. I am so incredibly happy to be alive and so grateful I have a loving Heavenly Father who continues to support me as much as He can. My oh my, how blessed I am! </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Until next time, </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Lozza </div></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-79572512344241066432015-01-18T23:48:00.000-07:002019-03-13T21:13:35.859-06:00...Pill Popper!!!! I'm tired today....actually i've been tired the last week and a half. Ever since I started my medication i've experienced a lot of exhaustion, tiredness, lack of appetite, nausea, and stomach ache. It's been quite the combination. With the lack of appetite, I kept trying to listen to my body on what it wants....finally it told me all it wanted was oranges and applesauce still....hahaha. i've got a great supply of those two foods. I've been able to incorporate other foods and it has not ended well. I think I've lost some weight....jk. I do feel like a pill popper...I take so many a day...I'll tell you my day; In the morning I take my acne medication along with allergy medicine around 7:30-ish then at 9:30am, i take a neurontin pill, then at 1:30pm i take another neurontin pill and then again at 6:30pm.... then another allergy pill at 7:30-ish....I finally end my night at 10:00pm with a Zoloft pill...then la la land which has been a lot more amazing then the last few years. I sleep better and the quality is so much better. YAY!!!<br />
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People ask me how i'm feeling besides the side effects. I feel okay but not significant changes right now but I do have a stronger relationship with Heavenly Father and I KNOW things will work out. I've been able to obtain more faith (I think) and I'm more optimistic. I'm not as stressed out as I usually am and don't let little things get to me which is a great thing. I feel happier and I think it's because I'm not as worried about things. I've been able to tell Heavenly Father I can't do anything without Him and the Atonement of Jesus Christ. I will probably start feeling a little different by the end of this week which is my 2 week mark...BUT I won't feel the full effects of everything until 4 weeks. I have my next therapist appointment at the beginning of February which I'm excited about. :)<br />
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Can I say how much I LOVE the unlimited amount of love and uplifting messages I've gotten from friends?! Oh my gosh! I can't believe it. My friend, Brooke, wasn't feeling very well so I decided to call her to make sure she's okay and ask if she needed anything. After I asked her if she needed anything, she immediately asked me how i'm doing...It wasn't the nonchalant, "how are you" but it was a, "How are YOU doing?" I felt so much love and concern from her. It's amazing to see who your friends are when you are going through so much. I've been blessed with so many great friends that continue to support me. Thank you so much Brooke! <br />
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I've been pretty limited on social media right now because I'm trying to focus on getting better and doing the things I WANT instead of trying to do everything to make others happy. It's been quite the change and it's nice to be able to say no to people. At first I felt like a horrible person but now I just tell people I'm tired and sick....they normally understand and if they don't, I don't care. haha. But seriously if you are offended, I really AM sick! (read first paragraph about the side effects). I don't think I'll be posting a ton on Facebook or Instagram. I logged out of both of them and really haven't felt like logging back in unless my family tell me about something I should look up. I'm TRYING to focus on the scriptures and other wholesome things...it doesn't always work....Michael got me hooked on Trivia Crack...addicted!<br />
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I'll post more on how I'm feeling. I AM SO HAPPY TO BE ALIVE! I tell people all the time i'm tired but i'm happy to be alive. It's so TRUE! I am so happy to be here on earth, to experience this and to have people support me. Some people don't know what to say and that's totally fine...It's an awkward, weird, strange, foreign, and abnormal to some people who don't know what it's like to struggle with anxiety and ADD...but thank you for thinking of me. Like I have said before, I've been so overwhelmed with all the love that so many of you have bestowed towards me. I know this journey will be a bumpy one but with a loving Heavenly Father, the Atonement of Jesus Christ, and all of you supporting me, I'll be able to bounce back to being Lauren. So far, I am happier and I know things will work out. <br />
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Until next time,<br />
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LozzaLaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-45189616676575132702015-01-13T21:25:00.000-07:002015-01-14T13:05:26.026-07:00Sunday is Coming...This post is so hard for me. I have been doing a lot of pondering and praying. I've been battling anxiety for quite some time. I stopped seeing a counselor because I thought I was "better". I then felt the urgency to return to start seeing a counselor. After seeing her for multiple sessions she mentioned to me about taking medication. I told her on the first meeting I wanted to stay away from medication. I was scared because I didn't know how my body was going to handle this. I finally had the feeling I needed to find out if I really needed to be put on medication. I figured the natural remedies I was taking would be sufficient. When she told me she was putting me on antidepressants and another pill for anxiety, I began to sob. After this whole time of trying so hard I had to "give up" and be put on medication that I didn't want. After I left with a prescription in hand, I immediately went to the bathroom and began to sob more. How did it get this bad? Why is this happening to me? A still small voice whispered in my ears, "Heavenly Father needs you to grow." But why me? Why does it hurt so much? After talking to two amazing friends about that, they hugged me and told me it was going to be okay. I was afraid and had fear. <br />
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Later on that day, I took my prescription to get filled. I had lots of questions for the pharmacist and told him I was scared. After a couple days of the medication, I've experienced a lot of things going on with my body. I take neurontin three times a day (breakfast, lunch, and dinner) and Zoloft at night. Both medications make me so exhausted. I have a loss of appetite and am even nauseous. I had a friend who said he wished he had a loss of appetite. lol. The only thing I am craving is applesauce and oranges. I'm going to try to incorporate some other foods in me but we shall see how my body reacts to it. I seriously feel like I'm pregnant. haha. But i'm not so don't get any thoughts!!! I've been surrounded by wonderful individuals that are helping me on this long journey to a better health. I'm extremely blessed.<br />
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I just feel so blessed to be where I am. As difficult as it is to experience what i've been through on a daily basis, I'm glad there is help on its way. My favorite talk is called <a href="https://www.lds.org/general-conference/2006/10/sunday-will-come?lang=eng" target="_blank">Sunday Will Come</a>... I say to you Sunday is coming! I know that through this pain and suffering, I will feel rest and peace. I've been reading the scriptures and it's made me realize how much Heavenly Father's hand is in EVERYTHING I'm going through. Everything has happened for a reason. I'm learning more about the Atonement....not only learning but feeling the Atonement. It is saving me from so much agony. The Atonement of Jesus Christ is real! It's for everybody...not just for those that have sinned but those are struggling with a trial. Jesus Christ has felt that very pain. <br />
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Not everybody knows I'm struggling because I can hide it pretty well, but I have to not be stubborn nor prideful and say that i'm struggling. It's been so rough the last couple of months. The ride has been a bumpy one, but I'm glad I've had help along side of me. I failed to realize how important the Atonement of Jesus Christ is...I'm glad it's there for me! I'm also so grateful that Heavenly Father knew what individuals were supposed to be in my life...Ryan, of all people, knows exactly what i'm going through. Poor guy gets bombarded by questions from me. He puts up with me saying how exhausted and scared I am. Heavenly Father knew I needed him, especially during this time of struggle and pain. I swear Ryan and I are twins...weird...haha. I'm just so glad he is there to make sure i'm okay and he gives the best hugs! He has some amazing roommates, Michael and Brian. They warm my heart and are so willing and ready to serve me. They continue to listen to my ranting and struggles and yet they still look at me with a smile. I feel so blessed with these men in my life that continue to show kindness and patience. I have so many other friends and family to thank for being so supportive towards me. I've been showered with so many supporters. I have friends that have told me it's going to be okay. Here are a few to name: Brooke, Amy, Maria, Sarah S., Sarah H., Ashley, Chris, Jen, Rachel, Ali, Kelcee, Coleman, Lisa, Glennie, Maile, Jacy, MY FAMILY, and many many more. Thank you thank you! <br />
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Sunday is coming! I feel it! I know everything will work out how it's supposed to. I know Heavenly Father has a remarkable plan for me. I rejoiced in the pre mortal life before I came to earth. I want to continue to rejoice while here on earth. All of this learning is for me to help others and also to take this knowledge with me to the next life. How blessed I am with the gospel of Jesus Christ in my life!!! It is true! I cannot deny it. <br />
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I read 2 Nephi 4 tonight and I bawled like a baby. Everything I needed to know what in that chapter. Nephi is struggling and he has a breakdown of all the sins he's committed. At the end of the chapter he continues to talk about faith and especially prayer. He talks about enemies. I always thought of enemies as people that dislike me or I dislike them. While reading the thought came to me that enemies could also mean trials like my mental illness. This chapter has been made for me through this struggle and I know it's true! <br />
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If you're struggling with anxiety, depression, etc., get help! There is someone that can help you. It just takes a little bit of putting your pride down and not being so stubborn. If I can do it, so can you and I will be holding your hand through it all. I NOW know that I didn't "give up" by taking these medications. I simply am getting help and letting my pride down. <br />
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Until next time,<br />
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LozzaLaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-2777003226699204392015-01-02T19:28:00.001-07:002015-01-02T19:29:29.828-07:00New Year, New Hopes!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3NLitgtpuU1JBPy2_mf_rdqq0dMe3dlXno1QAF5o01Mocubks3fXBpKp-SvBcUc9EZGDq0DVOV8tG3HBRP0FjqkCioiuA89ZdY9ohgm9XHQwn8IqYQ40bMfAXL4fojV6oIS4dzhJDmU/s640/blogger-image-196737226.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjf3NLitgtpuU1JBPy2_mf_rdqq0dMe3dlXno1QAF5o01Mocubks3fXBpKp-SvBcUc9EZGDq0DVOV8tG3HBRP0FjqkCioiuA89ZdY9ohgm9XHQwn8IqYQ40bMfAXL4fojV6oIS4dzhJDmU/s640/blogger-image-196737226.jpg"></a></div>I've been thinking a lot of my life and how to be better. Don't worry I've been able to take into consideration all the great things I've done so far. I've thought about what i want to accomplish this year. Here it goes! <div>1) <b>Take the LSAT in August or October. </b>This is going to be rough for me with work and school. I know I can do it. This summer will not be about play time anymore but it's really something I want to do. Anybody want to study with me? :) </div><div>2) <b>Become more mentally healthier</b>. It's been hard for me to open up to others. My past has not been the best but I'm ready to let go of the past. I've planned to implement and learn more about the Atonement more. I'm also going to a counselor to figure out coping ways with my anxiety. I'm just so ready to let go of some things. I'm ready to be more open with others. Ryan has been such a great support with me and has helped me see the good in me. He has made me want to be better. With that being said, I know mental health is an important one for me. </div><div>3) <b>Be kinder to myself.</b> Wow. No need to say more about this except I want to be able to know I'm a great person. One night Ryan made the comment to me that when he offers compliments I don't take them. It's true. I've made a goal to tell myself 3 great things I've done every day. It's been hard and I keep thinking about how stupid I must sound. It's been so hard but I hope with the help of mental counseling and the Atonement I can start seeing all the things I do. </div><div>4) <b>Service</b>. I want to serve more. I want to get more involved with the community and with people from my ward. I want to be a better visiting teacher and a better friend. I want to be able to serve my family and see all the wonderful things they do for me. I have friends that are always in need or need a shoulder to cry on or somebody to listen to them. </div><div>5) <b>Have a stronger relationship with my Heavenly Father through prayer.</b> I always seem to cry every single time in my personal prayers. Heavenly Father has done so much for me and I couldn't possibly ask Him for anything yet I still do. Prayer has helped me in so many ways. I am able to feel comfort and peace in my life because of prayer. How blessed I am to know I am a daughter of God. </div><div><br></div><div>I sit here and think about how blessed I am for a loving family and for the gospel that has helped me be where I am today. As one of the only active church member in my family I've felt so much burden through my family's problems. I've felt like I had to be a stronger person in my life. It's been overwhelming at times and I have felt alone. I struggle to be patient with my family because of the choices they've made and know their lives would be better if they would instill the gospel more in their lives. How blessed I feel today and how blessed I am to have a knowledge of the gospel. I now know I'm part of my family for a reason and I know Heavenly Father has faith in me to serve others especially my family. </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Until next time, </div><div><br></div><div><br></div><div>Lozza <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQKV6XOrfAYdVve5dHnL-7hQWIG8wH7knLl9Wtuk5oVUvyVAyGCShL6rqV178vOoRl7YEJ4JLUYrfkV2QceU2hHfOu2rqCGjFIYDfRXe8zcwPrw-q4sBj5zl109Hdbe0udG9aO20SusB0/s640/blogger-image--504968439.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQKV6XOrfAYdVve5dHnL-7hQWIG8wH7knLl9Wtuk5oVUvyVAyGCShL6rqV178vOoRl7YEJ4JLUYrfkV2QceU2hHfOu2rqCGjFIYDfRXe8zcwPrw-q4sBj5zl109Hdbe0udG9aO20SusB0/s640/blogger-image--504968439.jpg"></a></div></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-57100637176570863992014-11-24T17:29:00.002-07:002014-12-08T23:31:21.937-07:00A New Day Has Come....I've struggled with letting people in my life because of what they might think of me or how terrible of a person they might think I am. When dating I normally only let a guy in my life just a little bit before I break up with them. For the last few months I've thought about why I'm scared and afraid. The fact that I actually decided to talk about it will bring relief and acceptance of myself. People will probably think I'm dysfunctional and I'm okay with that.<br />
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I'm an emotional person and I cry pretty easy. I cry when I'm happy, excited, angry, sad, or whatever emotion I can feel. I just cry. I can thank my mom for that. One memory I have of my mom crying so fast was when we were in sacrament meeting and the speaker already had tears going down her eyes and my mom was bawling. I remember rolling my eyes but look where I am now....I cry so fast. Please don't think I cry to manipulate my way into something. I definitely do not do that; however, I can't control the tears. When the spirit is there and I can feel it, I can't stop. I've had some friends tell me that quite often. When my eyes are full of tears, all the <i><b>fear</b></i> and <i><b>loneliness</b></i> goes away. I feel at that moment I can open up a little bit more about myself. I always get scared that the receiving person will judge me. I struggle with anxiety on a daily basis and there are some hard days as well as some good days. I try to make sure I'm always praying and reading my scriptures to give me hope and guidance in my life or so my anxiety is manageable that day. I've started seeing a counselor again to get adequate help and to make sure I'm doing everything I can to make sure anxiety doesn't overtake my life. I'm grateful for the Atonement that can help alleviate some pain, fear, and constant worry. I often pray to Heavenly Father to ask that my anxiety will never bother me again. I am reminded every single time that this mental illness is to keep me humble and always asking for help. I'm just grateful for the knowledge of the gospel to help me each day.<br />
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I promise I'm getting to my post right now. I just needed to give a background of where I am coming from. This takes me a lot to say but I'm finally willing to let my pride and stubbornness to tell you how grateful I am for you. Today I am grateful for an <i><b>amazing</b></i> person in my life. I love you. I don't think amazing even summarizes what I think of you. The moment I met you is the moment I knew there was something different about you. I remember telling two friends how I wanted to get to know you. For a short time I struggled to think you were funny. There came a point where I began thinking about how I much I appreciate and care about you. It became more than just the physical looks. You're my favorite person and have been for quite some time but I wasn't willing to admit it.I've struggled to let people in my life but you've made it so easy for me to trust you. You've been so crucial to heal my heart and to let me feel again. No matter how many times I tell you I'm struggling with anxiety you always tell me you're sorry. You never make me feel stupid. You're always there to uplift, make me laugh, and make me feel like a human being. Thank you so much! I can't even began to express how much I needed you. So many days feel so overburdened or hard and you help give me rest. I know I've been a difficult person to get along with and there are times you feel annoyed with me but thank you for not giving up on me. This Thanksgiving I am so grateful for you. I sit here crying as I type this but I want you to know I appreciate you. You're the human being I've been waiting for to help me along this mortal journey. Our paths may never align with each other in the future but I want you to know I care about you. I want you to be happy. I want you to know I support you. I see the many great things you don't see in yourself and try to help you as much as I possibly can. We both suck at communication, but you've got some awesome qualities that I admire. You're patient, loving, funny, loyal, trustworthy, loving, honest, friendly, and can make anyone feel special. Thank you my dearest...you're great! ;-)<br />
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I hope we can think about those individuals that help make our lives better. Today I'm not only grateful for my one person but my friends and family. This Thanksgiving my goal is to be able to express to those individuals that have impacted my life in ways they never imagined. I have so much to be grateful for that it makes the wants or needs diminish.<br />
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LozzaLaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-23811988075925341832014-11-12T11:51:00.001-07:002014-11-12T11:51:34.818-07:00Sheawee'<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1wFnEHp0liMymmUtiEKHfQ2zCVksPp-zwjhhyphenhyphenFTPmCB1o1IElcuTqsW8kki2ijreVFUNXDaby8wwmvaHL0FopmwpIfQy-G2T0khYPjGS4HievvrDSizPK3w68IgX4QGs-KxEsgY9MBA/s640/blogger-image--371334491.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgu1wFnEHp0liMymmUtiEKHfQ2zCVksPp-zwjhhyphenhyphenFTPmCB1o1IElcuTqsW8kki2ijreVFUNXDaby8wwmvaHL0FopmwpIfQy-G2T0khYPjGS4HievvrDSizPK3w68IgX4QGs-KxEsgY9MBA/s640/blogger-image--371334491.jpg"></a>This post is dedicated to my niece, Tiarra. Tiarra is currently a junior in High School and is 16 years old. She's been one of the best blessings in my life. She currently likes softball, golf, Taco Bell, her Xbox one, snapchattong, taking selfies, hanging out with her family, Red Sox pitcher Koji, traveling, and hanging out with her family. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">We hope she serves a mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints and gets married to a really handsome gentlemen in the temple. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">I love Tiarra more than words can describe and I'm more grateful for her love, support, and testimony of the gospel. I often think about my future children and I hope they can be as fun and crazy as Tiarra. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Until next time, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lozza </div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-25806509900701826492014-10-29T08:27:00.001-06:002014-10-29T08:38:46.857-06:00Girls night!<div style="text-align: center;">
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Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comSunset Heights Orem40.277079 -111.713902tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-43204367720060250892014-09-27T11:09:00.001-06:002014-09-28T00:23:28.841-06:00Sunday Will Come...<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I couldn't seem to wake up this morning. I knew I needed to go to the gym and then do homework before the General Women's Meeting with my family. It was hard and I didn't want to wake up to the things going on in my life. I didn't want this post to be a 'feel sorry' for the Navajo type thing. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I was talking to a friend about families and she told me that this mortal time on earth is to perfect ourselves as a family and to truly become an eternal family. I never thought of this concept like this but it obviously makes sense. I just love my family so much and I wouldn't be where I am without them. I miss them immensely and miss my mom. I need her so badly. Since my parents divorce, I've been my mom's side kick and each other's sound board. I wish she were here to let me cry on her and for her to tell me that I need to pray and read my scriptures and i'll gain more perspective of this life and learning. I think most of all, I just need her to tell me "it's going to be okay..."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">My Dad is one of my best friends and the person I tell everything to. He's been such a great influence in my life and I miss him more than my mom. hahaha. Is that bad? If we could choose to get married or hang out with my parents throughout this mortal life, I would pick my parents. lol. They're amazing and truly the most amazing beings on this earth. They're definitely not perfect but they're perfect for me. Gosh, I miss them. My poor Dad puts up with my whining, crying, but also the best days of my life. There isn't a day that I don't go without talking or texting him. I miss him more than anything on this earth right now and am needing a daddy daughter date right now. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I grew up very privileged. I don't ever remembering my parents struggling with finances as my Dad had an awesome job. We were able to get whatever we wanted and it was the best. We got to go on trips every year and it was the best time of the year. My fondest memories was as a child having my Dad come through the door after work and we would all hug and kiss him. He then would go to my mom and kiss her and I remember telling my sisters, "Why do they do that all the time?" I was definitely sheltered. My parents wanted the best for us and they strived to help us in anything we desired. I am the youngest of 5 kids. I have one brother whom is the oldest and is married with 7 kids. My sister, Roxanne, is the oldest daughter and definitely the stubborn one of the family. I have sisters that are twins (Stacie and Tracie); Stacie has 3 kids, and Tracie is married with 4 crazy daughters. Here I am, the baby, and the most love of them all. ;) They would probably all agree with me though which is funny and sad. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Things became difficult when my parent's decided to separate. It was definitely a growing time for me because I realized how important the gospel was to me. I never cleaved to Heavenly Father so much as a teenager. I could not imagine my parents being divorced. My parent's were the example to family and friends that we knew. Did I mention my parents are well known where I'm from? It was hard to go to the store with my mom and have people ask my mom what was going on with her and my Dad. I can't even imagine the thoughts that went through her head. Fast forward to present day, my Dad is remarried and my mom is still single but I'm not sure she is ready to mingle. She tells us she's going on dates but who knows what she does. lol. My parents still live in the same town and my Dad lives down the road so we are able to still see him often. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I don't want to say that I think I struggled the most during this time but I think my oldest sister, Roxanne, struggled the most. She was my Dad's baby (yeah i'll admit that) and they were two peas in a pod. I feel so terrible and cry so much for her because she was away from home and she didn't know how to survive what was going on with my parent's divorce. She's my absolute best friend and I miss her at times like today. Ever since my parent's separated and have been divorced, she has struggled with alcoholism. I miss talking to her and miss her telling me it'll be okay. I know she strives to be better and is very compassionate but her addiction keeps her from being the Roxanne that we all know. She did really well for a couple of years but I think she couldn't deal with problems in her life and this is the only time she can't feel anything. I definitely am dumb for saying this but sometimes I don't blame her. I wish I could be numb from my feelings today but I know there is learning and growth in store for me. I just want her to be healthy and to experience happiness. She is so young and I'm scared she's throwing away her life. If there was something I could say to Roxanne today it would be that, "Heavenly Father loves you. You're a daughter of God and there is a plan for you to do on this earth. Jesus Christ can take away your pain and afflictions that you've experienced. I love you eternally and am here for you."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">One of my favorite talks is from Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin during the October 2006 General Conference titled 'Sunday Will Come'. What a powerful talk that helps us triumphant over the hard trials in our lives. I listen to this talk at least 10 days out of the month. I learn something new every single time I hear it. This talk talks about the Atonement of Jesus Christ and the resurrection.</span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><i>Elder Wirthlin says, "<span style="color: #2f393a; line-height: 18px;">Each of us will have our own Fridays—those days when the universe itself seems shattered and the shards of our world lie littered about us in pieces. We all will experience those broken times when it seems we can never be put together again. We will all have our Fridays.</span></i></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; line-height: 18px;">I hope I can get through this day with a smile and to always be ready to serve others. My Dad tells me the best time to learn more about yourself is to go out and find somebody to serve. That's my goal today. I have to trust in Heavenly Father that everything will be okay. I have to believe and have faith in Him that He will work the miracles or tender mercies in my life always. I had a friend tell me last night that he couldn't believe I was dealing with everything I told him. It didn't really bother me that he said that because that's been my life. I knew my plan before I came to earth and was so excited that I rejoiced. It's okay that life is hard because I know if I'm doing everything that I can, Heavenly Father will make up the rest. I know He will. His promises are in the scriptures and through modern day prophets and apostles. </span></div>
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Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-6050998900365740642014-09-23T20:04:00.001-06:002014-09-24T00:17:59.648-06:00Hózhóogo Naasháa Doo<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 25px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;">Yá’át’ééh </span></span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 25px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;">shik’éí dóó shidine’é. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 25px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;">Shí éí Lauren yinishyé. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 20px;">Náneesht’ézhí</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 25px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;">nishłį́ </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 20px;">Ashiihi</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 20px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 25px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;">bashishchiin </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 20px;">Bít’ahnii </span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 25px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;">dashicheii </span></span><span style="background-color: white; color: #141823; line-height: 20px;">Táchii’nii</span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 25px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;"> </span></span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 25px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;">dashinalí. </span></span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 25px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;">Ákót’éego diné asdzáán nishłį́. </span></span></span></span><span style="background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; color: #333333; line-height: 25px;"><span style="box-sizing: border-box;">Ahéhee'. </span></span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Hello my friends, family, and people. I am called Lauren. I am of the Zuni Clan (mother's clan), born for the Salt people (father's first clan). My maternal grandfather's clan is the Folded Arms People and my Paternal grandfather's clan is Red Running Into the Water Clan. This is how I identify myself as a woman. I am Dine' or Navajo. </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">As Navajos we introduce ourselves to tell others where we come from. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I promise this post will make sense. Be patient. This bracelet means the world to me. It was a complete surprise by my Dad and I have adored it ever since. I don't wear it very often because I don't want to ruin it and also the value of the bracelet. I've had so many individuals tell me they love how crazy my bracelet looks. I have to laugh because it's more than it's colors, shapes, and pictures. Every thing on this bracelet means something symbolic of this world and it's creation. Our elders tell us t</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #303030; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">he Navajo creation story involves three underworlds where important events happened to shape the Fourth World where we now live or known as the white or glittering world. </span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Having this type of background helps us develop an insight to the bracelet below. The inside is a abalone shell and it seems to symbolize the universe and its beauty and its importance to native people. Our prayers begin with mother earth and acknowledges the universe and the path to the spirit world. We have father sky to help us along in our journey along with Mother Earth. We have the </span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">universe which is apart of the creation world and how everything came from black. </span><br />
<span style="background-color: white; color: #303030; line-height: 19px;"><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The colors signify everything that we have gone through to be apart of this world. </span></span><span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">With this bracelet I am reminded to 'walk in beauty'. I was also told to look forward to <span style="background-color: white; color: #545454; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;">Hózhó </span>which means to look towards beauty, harmony, an peace. As a Navajo it is my duty to remember who I am and where I came from traditionally. Luckily I've had some awesome parents that told me the only thing I need to know in this that i'm a daughter of God. So grateful for my heritage and who I am as a person. </span></div>
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Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-90532268689609479762014-09-14T19:32:00.001-06:002019-03-13T21:22:38.028-06:00Families are forever!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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I had been praying that I could see my family sooner than our next planned trip but thought it would be impossible. Turns out Heavenly Father works in mysterious ways to get me through my rough patches currently.<br />
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I'm not the type to confess this but I had kind of dated a guy that I wasn't interested in but he's so great. Whomever he marries is one lucky lady. I mean that too. He's such a sweetheart and is very strong in the gospel. </div>
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Anyways, having my family around brought me back to the basics of the gospel and to know that even though I'm not married or have any kids of my own, I still have a duty as a daughter, sister, or aunt. I love my nieces and nephews so much as if they were my very own. I miss them when I'm not with them and they take the hurt away from me. I'm so glad my family is here for a little bit to take away the pain and help me understand my purpose here on earth. Just being able to hear my niece talk about getting baptized in 2 years or my other niece talking about going to the temple next year when she turns 12. These are the moments that I count as tender mercies and these are the moments that take away the pain I'm currently feeling. </div>
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I love the gospel and my family. I know families are eternal and even though my family isn't perfect, they are perfect for me. I know Heavenly Father has a plan for me and I know He has his hand in y life. </div>
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Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-73960037555548453572014-08-01T07:37:00.001-06:002014-08-01T07:37:32.205-06:00I need sleeeeeeeep!Ok I'm already exhausted and then I come home and start working on my skirt. What the heck?! I have to be up early (7am) because I'm responsible like that. I finished my 2nd tulle skirt and I absolutely LOVE the pink. I decided to add ribbon to this skirt and it's so cute. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip_Hc52nQE2QgVAoZRAS490aKDi9WC3GoOYhI8LXnx2mHXNZuusNPY2Tl8_5g15leZ65HtkgXTwFlf5wJr-YewCXrF3OwH4X_jIZqbeM2XIko9haOZC5VBbvxvC5GDLOv-bcV_NAK9phM/s640/blogger-image--1958478870.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEip_Hc52nQE2QgVAoZRAS490aKDi9WC3GoOYhI8LXnx2mHXNZuusNPY2Tl8_5g15leZ65HtkgXTwFlf5wJr-YewCXrF3OwH4X_jIZqbeM2XIko9haOZC5VBbvxvC5GDLOv-bcV_NAK9phM/s640/blogger-image--1958478870.jpg"></a>Pictures never do justice and believe it or not, this was around 1:45am last night. I was dying of sleep. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjIDBabJFv0UGPaswNv94kqPoWnoh_LW6qY9EpOvNrBWIJBSF7LdZa-mmWAOwitKOEUTtnKM8Jp-pAd5416754DQwsfPtEXjaU_xVuW-Ot74-9TgglilzTqAnWzPk495WEQ9h_B-lKadU/s640/blogger-image-1831670817.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjIDBabJFv0UGPaswNv94kqPoWnoh_LW6qY9EpOvNrBWIJBSF7LdZa-mmWAOwitKOEUTtnKM8Jp-pAd5416754DQwsfPtEXjaU_xVuW-Ot74-9TgglilzTqAnWzPk495WEQ9h_B-lKadU/s640/blogger-image-1831670817.jpg"></a>I love the color of the skirt too. So pretty! But here's the back. It's my favorite part of the skirt. <div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWDqIxF_9uo2xZ_w8ORaEnClYRva525N_5TGktFaNmCn2Q5waY1sgL_Az5MfZnHpJDyw2-r0MdjO7lC17ZPo7KhUN4ZWkYcYOyQBEL8-dKVYx11ySgR34bSirvwyRauDDTmGKqhZsS16A/s640/blogger-image-412938504.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWDqIxF_9uo2xZ_w8ORaEnClYRva525N_5TGktFaNmCn2Q5waY1sgL_Az5MfZnHpJDyw2-r0MdjO7lC17ZPo7KhUN4ZWkYcYOyQBEL8-dKVYx11ySgR34bSirvwyRauDDTmGKqhZsS16A/s640/blogger-image-412938504.jpg"></a>I was so scared it wasn't going to work out. Psych! It worked out just perfectly and I'm so happy it did. Enjoy the pictures and the skirt! I know I'm going to. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Until next time, </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><br></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;">Lozza </div></div></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-45399558836410872742014-07-28T00:04:00.001-06:002014-07-28T11:29:15.699-06:00A weekend of fun!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;">
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This past weekend was so relaxing and fun. I got to spend time with my guy friend, Roger. We went to the temple, Roscoes (my first time), Disneyland, and the beach! Treat YOSELF!<br />
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Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-65637845314231603712014-07-23T18:30:00.001-06:002014-07-23T18:30:58.346-06:00Tulle Skirt fun!<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_vwe-kOh7lK45SKwBTaM706OCWOJGdu4w2KW8hRyuaxDYpC_SNVCdVbAew666aRYZwlWz5vTTIXSW8-ll6-f2dNqo4EN8zs-SX1TNifIimnWG_RhiXF5rlpcgtGwmEwCB5n1pU9l72jI/s640/blogger-image-16363612.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_vwe-kOh7lK45SKwBTaM706OCWOJGdu4w2KW8hRyuaxDYpC_SNVCdVbAew666aRYZwlWz5vTTIXSW8-ll6-f2dNqo4EN8zs-SX1TNifIimnWG_RhiXF5rlpcgtGwmEwCB5n1pU9l72jI/s640/blogger-image-16363612.jpg"></a></div>Who wants to spend over $100 on a tulle skirt when it in reality costs me about $20 total to make. Granted I had to buy some supplies (sewing pins, seam ripper, thread, and sewing machine needles) but was so worth the investment. My amazing 2nd counselor's wife (in my bishopric) let me borrow her sewing machine. Thank you Julie! I had seen a bunch of DIY videos and wanted something super easy! This was my first skirt and it'll get easier and easier as I make more skirts (don't worry I am in every color)! It was a lot of trial and error because I wanted to create my own way of sewing this skirt. <div>What you need:</div><div>~ 4-6 yards of tulle (6 yards if you want a fuller skirt). You can purchase tulle anywhere from $1.50-$3.00/yard. </div><div>~ thread (color of skirt). $3 for thread. </div><div>~ 1-2 yards of satin fabric that will go underneath the skirt. I bought mine for about $7 for a little over a yard. </div><div>~ 2 inch elastic band which can be purchased for $3-5 dollars. </div><div><br></div><div>You'll need a sewing machine (obviously), sewing pins, seam ripper, scissors, and a GREAT attitude! </div><div><br></div><div>I'm terrible at directons on how to do your tulle skirt so I'll tell you to go to YouTube and search 'DIY tulle skirt' and it'll bring up a few videos. </div><div><br></div><div>After some patience, here is the finished product: </div><div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZWG2zpJ2RTxTQcVKgDiHIvlk2Fn1x1hQdZDZE1ytdcKjLOydyVqQE7zHW_bkym2Bq6Eh8kPfxRxkKn9fE6GgEs7ItyUjAc6nMbNDLShJ8xXzT5W0QwyoDrkOlBqkirAC0cTbYg2gHqiQ/s640/blogger-image--2071593480.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZWG2zpJ2RTxTQcVKgDiHIvlk2Fn1x1hQdZDZE1ytdcKjLOydyVqQE7zHW_bkym2Bq6Eh8kPfxRxkKn9fE6GgEs7ItyUjAc6nMbNDLShJ8xXzT5W0QwyoDrkOlBqkirAC0cTbYg2gHqiQ/s640/blogger-image--2071593480.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>Until next time, </div><div><br></div><div>Lozza </div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-37001684447474916852014-07-22T16:33:00.000-06:002014-07-22T17:01:51.099-06:00OMGATO#<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I remember the first time I really met you. I thought you were a crazy mexican. haha. We really started talking during FHE in November 2013. You came to my apartment and I accidentally hit Parker in a place where I shouldn't have and then you came and sat next to me. We talked for a little and I knew I wanted you in my life. I asked why we don't hang out and you said you really didn't do much at all. I think I remember we both gave each other our phone numbers and we texted that night. We chatted and had had fun getting to know each other. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">We went to Starbucks where you got tea and I got pumpkin spice drink which was amazing. We laughed about the most random thing and you kept saying, "wonderful!" I remember that and kept thinking you must be very intellectual. We then went to the mall to walk around and hang out. It was really fun and I enjoyed being around you. We then hung out with Parker afterwards and then I left. Best night of my life! :)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I remember we got to know each other more and more. Who would have ever thought my spirits could be alive again. I had been stressed out to the max and had been so frustrated with so many things. We talked about doing this and that. That Sunday at church was really fun because we joked around the whole time. We made fun of each other and took tons of pictures. Church was always fun with you around. Then you sent pictures to some friends on my phone when I wasn't nearby. I had friends ask me who you were and how we needed to pay attention during church. It was really funny! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">That day we went to break the fast and I was so tired but you were there to crack me up. You of course took my phone and took tons of pictures that i later saw and laughed my head off. I just realized I didn't post any here. Dang it :( We hung out that night while I tried to do homework. Yeah, it didn't work very well but we took pictures of our exciting lives that weren't really exciting. haha. We had fun and that's all that matters. I kept you up latewhen you had 7am work. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfAPVWXvMb8NlQRCdaYKh69yTXzKKaHe0hTBz25I_utEvojnr4U9qcfoDcCYH81A7WYAg1543ee1nPXBmxuX469zxWqltWYPcT1oyXOOthfT4VCYTuSdOCkb2Vl8ZcEzpoha73tR0cjAE/s1600/IMG_9270.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfAPVWXvMb8NlQRCdaYKh69yTXzKKaHe0hTBz25I_utEvojnr4U9qcfoDcCYH81A7WYAg1543ee1nPXBmxuX469zxWqltWYPcT1oyXOOthfT4VCYTuSdOCkb2Vl8ZcEzpoha73tR0cjAE/s1600/IMG_9270.JPG" height="150" width="200" /></a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I remember the next week (Monday) I went to your Living Legends rehearsals and thought it was SO much fun! I was so amazing at how hard working you are and how much you wanted me to see the native american dance. I didn't really care for it very much but you wanted me to see them. You always kept talking about a dance that you loved in navajo. To this day I'm still not even sure what dance you love. But here is a picture of us afterwards. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">You ALWAYS gave me hand signal (below) that I couldn't understand why you did it. Whenever you did that I always laughed because it was so funny and different. During the times i wanted to give you a high five, you would always do this to me and I would have no choice but to laugh because it was really funny. I still do it to this day. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">We always seem to be doing something crazy like taking pictures. Here is one we took at my apartment one night after I made up gnocchi and caesar salad. For a navajo, I don't cook very much so being able to cook for you was something different. it was fun thought to hang out. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4D9DLo_xDwNo0vi_mIB_TIx4HxtISxa_O_HaY5XKJPU-H8I3zrdmr4nKfyAJdF_9GAdi-TVcRx7dVKW2WYHUURZfS74qHSoGZAB7ZX9vzNHCPAvi730xR4xSsqRUcgQj46neo0BmBXDI/s1600/IMG_9305.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4D9DLo_xDwNo0vi_mIB_TIx4HxtISxa_O_HaY5XKJPU-H8I3zrdmr4nKfyAJdF_9GAdi-TVcRx7dVKW2WYHUURZfS74qHSoGZAB7ZX9vzNHCPAvi730xR4xSsqRUcgQj46neo0BmBXDI/s1600/IMG_9305.jpg" height="150" width="200" /></a></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Remember this night! It was our ward Thanksgiving Dinner that I was in charge of. It was so funny and fun. We were SO over it before it ended. Remember afterwards I kept trying to decide if I should go to my friends birthday in Park City. Turns out that it was snowing so hard in Park City and i couldn't get ahold of my friend. I was thinking, "how the heck am I supposed to get back to Provo!" But we danced and had fun outside throwing snow at each other. It was great. I literally didn't even think we would make it back it back to Provo in one piece. i'm not even joking. Then on top of that, we had to stop by Smiths to get stuff for the next night. The girl at the store didn't even know what the little onion crunchies were so we left without it. So crazy! Then before that, we had to put air in the tire right when we left the hotel. But this is our crazy picture at the Thanksgiving Dinner. </span></span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCP8csgRPj4k3dEHC2zfB_UxLFVPkMWbvxMd_9KKWAMElCTvocp88Ai3IpL3DaWwOuxXZWVrzAPPbel6jxuWj4mX9_3_tXGp6xlEuz6HNGZQT-HJ8PS8VFimpObtERr1KABCMtIsE7NFs/s1600/IMG_9333.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiCP8csgRPj4k3dEHC2zfB_UxLFVPkMWbvxMd_9KKWAMElCTvocp88Ai3IpL3DaWwOuxXZWVrzAPPbel6jxuWj4mX9_3_tXGp6xlEuz6HNGZQT-HJ8PS8VFimpObtERr1KABCMtIsE7NFs/s1600/IMG_9333.jpg" height="200" width="150" /></a></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">One thing I have realized that you can't live without is ketchup. EVERYTHING we ate had some ketchup. I remember going to the store and having to stock up on ketchup because I didn't want to make something and you not have ketchup to make it "taste" better. You put anything and everything on this sandwich. Remember you called me fat because I got two packages of turkey meat and I was like, "whatever". That was so funny! </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Target is my favorite place to go and I really enjoy so I thought you might enjoy it. We walked by the kids helmets and you tried this on. You tried to get me to try it on but I was scared that my head was going to be too big for it so I didn't dare try it on. I regretted it afterwards but this picture was so funny.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Remember that night you had to pick me up from the airport (well the many times). I took you to Nordstrom for the first time and you LOVED it! I don't remember what you got but you LOVED it! The idiot that I am didn't bring a jacket and you told me i was stupid for not bringing it. One of the many times you were right. haha. But we had lots of fun there. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">So we tried to do homework which turned into photography night again. lol. You can never take a good picture…EVER! I learned to start taking crazy pictures with you and I learned to love life a little more. Once again, you are always teaching me to be better. Thank you for that! Thank you for letting me live my life a little bit more. :) People always tell you they love your green eyes, but there's so much behind those green eyes. There is a scared boy (hahaha..jk) that is trying to make the world a little better. You are just out there making people's lives better which you did to mine. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Remember station 22? We had bomb food. Actually everything i ordered always reverted back to, "I should have just gotten a salad"…and you always got mad at me for that. haha. This particular time we laughed so hard about asking you who your favorite person is and you saying yourself. Then you asked if that was bad and I, of course, said YES! HAHAHA. We laughed so hard. The last night you and i hung out, I got mad because you said i wasn't and i have to say i'm sorry. I was just being emotional and crazy at that time. i regret it everyday but am so glad i have that experience to learn from. I can't reiterate enough how sorry I am for that night. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">oh yes….I remember this night very clearly. I wore my necklace that I got from JCrew ($50) and then you decided to play around with it which meant you broke my necklace. I hadn't even had my necklace for more than a week. I wasn't mad but kept thinking that Amber (my cousin) would make it. Sure enough she fixed it and told us to stop making out. hahahaha. But my family fell in love with you really fast and they thought you were so cute. lol.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Oh this night was funny! We went to Wal Mart late at night so I could get some stuff as usual. I needed some Caesar Salad and of course in the blizzard of everything, you wore shorts. We made it there safely and took pictures as usual. I have to laugh because it was one of many trips taken after 10 pm. We were always out doing something crazy. I remember when you stuck that tongue out, I would try to grab it and only ONCE I got ahold of it and you were so disgusted. haha. After this trip we went home and ate caesar salad of course. You became a caesar salad lover. We figured out that we could only get caesar salad at Smiths because it was the best brand. We always made sure it wasn't the "lite" stuff. Real fatties we were. hahaha. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">One thing you did quite often was cook for me. I wished you cooked more mexican food for me but we stuck with the american food. I LOVED learning about your culture so much. Anyways this night, I made you bake pizza for us for dinner. It was so DELICIOUS! I couldn't believe how good it was. You knew i hate mushrooms so you made sure not to include it on my side of the pizza. We were always laughing while we ate. Remember that time we had "soggy nachos"…I think about that often and now wonder if you never made mexican food for me because I made fun of the soggy nachos. lol. It was just a different taste and now I wish you were here to teach me the Carlos ways in mexican food. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">…..this time I didn't get scared if the helmet was going to fit me. I was there to have a good time and it worked! Target works miracles…you don't think so but I do. </span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">This is the night that we went to the Mormon Tabernacle Christmas concert. It was freaking awesome! We were racing up to the concert and we made it. It was so good! I now regret having to wait that whole time. We should have just gone up there early and hung out. But we had fun with my cousin, wendy, and milo. Those were the memories. Not to mention the food we had afterwards. You were so nice to drive us all there and get us back safely...</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I miss you more than words can describe. I miss that sense of humor and that mexican accent you have. I often think about the adventures we would be up to right now if we were still together. I think we would have been complaining about how hot it is outside and then we would have been wanting to go do something crazy outside. I think the pool would have been calling our names as well as the country club foooood! hahaha. You are not replaceable and I wish we could work things out. It's not going to happen, but yet a wish is a wish. The last night we hung out was the funniest. i was so pissed that I missed my flight and you were kind of enough to tell me you would get me some Dr. Pepper and we ate at Ihop. hahaha. I don't even know how I have gotten through this far without you and I'm amazed at how much I've accomplished so far. </span></div>
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Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-71942947811872510772014-02-15T19:10:00.003-07:002014-02-15T19:10:54.249-07:00The LOVE of my life!Hello again!!!<br />
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So a couple of weeks ago, my mother surprised me with a Kitchen Aid which has changed my life. As weird as that sounds, these little expensive machine has change my cooking life. I had been wanting one for the last 6 months. I've been using a mixer for the last few years which would start giving out after 5 minutes of use. Look below at the beautiful mixers:<br />
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Aren't they beautiful? I got the blue ice color (2nd row 2nd to the left) and I LOVE it! I always thought that maybe I would regret my choice of color but not even for a second. I mean I might want to get a different color in the future, but so far, I just look at it and love it. I feel like the color is so unisex so even when I get married, it's not going to be too girly. <br />
Most common questions include: What have you made so far? What is your favorite thing about the mixer? Is it worth the price? Why should anyone invest in a kitchen aid?<br />
<b>What have I made so far?</b>:<br />
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I want to try to make bread, cinnamon rolls, more cookies, and cakes! I just want to make so much using it. It's been the BEST investment ever!</div>
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<b>What is your favorite thing about the mixer?</b> - The BEST thing about the mixer is the fact that you have to do LESS work. You put the ingredients in and let the mixer do the rest. I literally just put an apron on and it's always clean by the end of whatever i'm making. This mixer lets you be lazy and lets you multitask. You can't mess any recipe while using this mixer. </div>
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<b>Is it worth the price? -</b> The Kitchen Aid is expensive and they run anywhere from $300-$800. I'm sure you could probably find something a little less expensive (around $250) but you'l find that most mixers will be from $300-$450. You can buy add-ons which will cost at least $30 per add-on, but these things are worth it. My mom also bought a flat head with a silicone scrap on one side. Very handy while making frosting. </div>
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<b>Why should anyone invest in a kitchen aid?</b> - Why would anyone NOT want to invest in a kitchen aid. That's the question to ask. haha. If you are questioning yourself on investing in this mixer, do IT! It's worth the price and worth having less stress in making delicious food at home. You will realize that this mixer can do lots of things besides the normal cookie making. This mixer can make pastas, soup, bread, etc. It makes so much. The kitchen aid is very easy to use and not to mention the clean up is ridiculously EASY! Just don't think about it and get it!!!</div>
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Alright, alright, alright…Well it's time to go eat the pizza I just baked. I used the recipe that came with the kitchen aid. I have never made pizza dough before but now it's been the easiest recipe I've ever made. I can't wait to use other recipes to make delicious food.</div>
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<br />Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-91585933363865196242012-09-22T21:31:00.001-06:002012-09-22T21:31:51.794-06:00Whitey and Swiss MissYou know you have good friends when they make you laugh more than anyone else in your entire life. Meet Danielle and Shelby. They are so funny. I have enjoyed them so much. If you ever need someone to support, make you laugh, and make your day brighter, Danielle (whitey) and Shelby (Swiss Miss) will. <br />
I would like to thank them both for being such great examples to me. They are such incredible individuals. I am so grateful for their friendship and so grateful for their continued support and guidance. :)<br />
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I love you both! <br />
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This week I want to try to work on charity. It's going to be a hard work but I know that through the gospel of Jesus Christ and through prayer, I'm able to obtain some charity for not only myself but for others as well. <br />
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Thank you to many individuals that show so much charity towards others and especially towards me. <br />
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You are so amazing and I'm so grateful for you. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8pWKgwpmOmjDMsS5DEl82xEH9WhQM-9R89cmZsJg8BeLzPFeyilBQ88XeW1lFc36ot35_NjiJm1FnzR-MLvOEYpS8heC5jC8F3Z8mBoa8pF_TkBME6n4Jwgm6yze46v6NK-NAiaTTuXo/s640/blogger-image-1646372694.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8pWKgwpmOmjDMsS5DEl82xEH9WhQM-9R89cmZsJg8BeLzPFeyilBQ88XeW1lFc36ot35_NjiJm1FnzR-MLvOEYpS8heC5jC8F3Z8mBoa8pF_TkBME6n4Jwgm6yze46v6NK-NAiaTTuXo/s640/blogger-image-1646372694.jpg" /></a></div>Laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13811590946452145379noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7739399927350450126.post-78707029221630631992012-06-17T18:46:00.001-06:002012-06-17T18:46:28.045-06:00Enjoying friends!How I love and enjoy friends. 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