come.sing.fall.cry.dance.fly.

i listen to "positive, encouraging kLove"

on the radio sometimes.

it's christian radio. don't worry about it.

i heard this song today and went home

and bought it. haven't stopped listening to it since.

i love it so so much.

ali sang it at a fireside a couple weeks ago

and i've been looking for it since.

finally today, i found the

untitled hymn:

by chris rice

"weak and wounded sinner

lost and left to die

oh raise your head,

for love is passing by

come to Jesus

come to Jesus

come to Jesus and live

now your burden's lifted

and carried far away

and precious blood has

washed away the stain, so

sing to Jesus

sing to Jesus

sing to Jesus and live

and like a newborn baby

don't be afraid to crawl

and remember when you walk

sometimes we fall...so

fall on Jesus

fall on Jesus

fall on Jesus and live

sometimes the way is lonely

and steep and filled with pain

so if your sky is dark

and pours the rain, then

cry to Jesus

cry to Jesus

cry to Jesus and live

oh and when the love spills over

and music fills the night

and when you can't contain

your joy inside, then

dance for Jesus

dance for Jesus

dance for Jesus and live

and with your final heartbeat

kiss the world goodbye

then go in peace,

and laugh on glory's side;

fly to Jesus

fly to Jesus

fly to Jesus and live!"

we kinda like 'im

i used to think i wanted him to convert,
got kind of upset when he didn't.
but now, i realize that was unrealistic and dumb.
jen and i need him around while the others are away.
he keeps us sane and occupies the time.
we love him. so much.
and, i honestly don't know what we'd do
without him right now.
so, i'm thankful he's here.
and maybe someday, just someday
things will be different.
but we're in no rush for that.
we like him just the way he is.

terry fator... unforgettable

this man amazes me.
the best ventriloquist i've ever seen or heard.
he claims he hasn't discovered or heard
and voice that he can't impersonate perfectly.
i believe it. this guy rocks!! check him out:

things [ they ] carried

"the things they carried were everything:

a kind of inertia, a kind of emptiness,

a dullness of desire and intellect

and conscience and hope and

human sensibility. . ."

panic in stupidity

so i'm entering my program in the fall,

and it's kind of a big deal. we have a block of classes

we had to sign up for,and everything's so official.

i was so pleased because i was the 4th one to sign up for a particular

class i need... absolutely thrilled, actually! mostly

because that never happens... ever. anyway. today i was talking with my

mom and after a train of thought came to realize i had signed up for

the WRONG section of one of my classes!! :(

i was signed up for early childhood ed class, and i need to be in the

plain elementary ed class. may not seem like a big deal, but this class

is determinant of where i get placed for practicum this semester

[ tuesday wednesday thursday in the classroom from 8 - 4 ]

so a VERY large deal if i'm in the wrong one.

after a couple frantic e-mails and a few sorry responses,

"there's nothing we can do for you", i regretfully signed up for the

upper elementary/junior high section, where i will be placed in an

8th grade classroom. i don't want to flippin teach 8th grade. ever ever.

they say someone will drop my section so i can take it after all,

but i have to check it everyday to see. what a pain.

i wish i hadn't made this terrible mistake... but then again

i guess it's better i found out now than on the first day of school

when i show up for class. moral of the story: triple check your work

when you're registering for classes. and, i wouldn't mind a prayer or

two in my behalf, that someone will decide to get married or pregnant

or move and have to drop my section of the class.

there's a 1 in 3o chance.

i believe it can work.

oh maaaaan.

i feel so dumb.

and while we're talking about love,

let me share this lovely quotation i found by c.s. lewis.

"love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. if you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one. wrap it carefully, sound with hobbies and little luxuries, avoid all entanglements. lock it up safe in the basket or coffin of your selfishness, but in that basket - safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. it will not be broken, it will become unbreakable. impenetrable, irredeemable.

to love is to be vulnerable."

i know it kind of sounds twisted and weird, but think about it and i think you'll find deeper and significant meaning in this quotation.

i know i do.

love is like. . .

love is like...

a hot-air balloon: it goes up up up

a green chile: it burns and makes your lips inflame

a cell phone ring tone: it lets you know someone cares

a chastity chair: good things must wait

a treadmill: the harder you work the better you feel

pocohontas: no, love IS pocohontas

odorless turpenoid: highly refined, but exposure results in confusion

jordan riley: impossible

from the musings of katie jensen, melissa condie, and sara ence

what's in a name

lately i've had a couple of people ask where my blog name came from.

i feel like naming a blog is like naming a child, you have to

think a lot about it. i kept playing around with different names but

just didn't find one i quite liked.

then one spring day i was walking around the beautiful usu campus.

it was one of the first days that spring had hit for good, in late april.

i believe it was finals week. and it was long-awaited sunshine!!

anyway, i was walking by the eccles conference building and saw

a young man walking in an argyle sweater. i've always like argyle,

so i notice when people are wearing it. i thought to myself,

"huh, argyle in spring. interesting." and then it hit.

that was the name i was going to use on my blog.

so history began. argyle in spring.

dancing with cinderella

this song is too adorable to not post it.

laci and her dad danced to this at the wedding.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C5LteQgBIMA

all too soon the clock will strike midnight...

the fairy tale wedding

7.22.09
parker charles
& laci marie
got hitched for eternity.

the day was truly a fairy tale,
i don't think anything could've gone more perfectly.
from the glass slipper at lunch and the
princess mentality of the speeches,
the carriage-shaped cake,
dress from 'my fairy godmother's',
carriage ride to take them into the sunset,
the daddy-daughter song "i danced with cinderella",
honeymoon to disneyworld where the princesses live,
and the list goes on. . .


everything was seriously perfect though.
they couldn't have asked for better weather
or for plans to run more smoothly.

every girl grows up thinking she's a princess,
especially to her daddy.
but, as laci's dad said, parker's princess went to
real princess school... hah.
every girl dreams about the perfect wedding.
dreams about colors, events, people, decor, the dress...
the boy, her prince charming.
and wednesday i got to watch laci's fairy tale come true.







someday i want a fairy tale wedding.



may they live happily ever after!

department saleswoman

today hannah and i went to macy's to buy a necessary girl item. we walked in and started looking around, when approached by this lady who looked perfectly american, but talked like an asian. "i help you?" she says. "oh, just looking, thanks," i reply. so she walks over to hannah and starts examining her, "you must be 38B". hannah blushes. "hmmm. maidenform. maidenform you." she walks over to a display and starts shoving things into hannah's hands, who is still blushing. "you like lace? you need lace. make you prettier." if that wasn't an insult, i don't know what it was. then, shooing her away, "go try on and see if good... go go!" hannah leaves, leaving me. crazy woman approaches me. scans me over: tells me my size. starts doing the same, shoving things into my hands. things i did not ask her to shove there. after i come back from the dressing room, saying it was too big, she says quite loudly, "oh no, no, there was gap? how big? did you remember to scoop and lift?" i give her a kind of puzzled look, like, did she honestly just ask me that? really? to my disbelief, when i don't reply, she goes on, "you know, scoop and lift, scooooop and liiiiift," accompanying the words the second time with the motion. wow. didn't want to see that today. wow. then she moves on, happily holds up a ridiculous leopard print skanky one and says, "you want to look sexy for ze boys? you wear zis." holds it up to me. awkward. i say, oh, no thanks. no boys will be seeing this. just me. she continues, "oh no, no, no. you pretty wooman, must be sexy for ze boys." i refuse again, saying what i have in my hands will be just fine. each time we emerged from the dressing room, there she was asking how it fit, how we looked, etc. totally weird. it must've been a slow day in the department store. anyyyyway. we finally decide it's time to check out, mostly because we were sick of being followed around. and this lady was a little bit creepy. on the way to the register she started babbling along about some story, but i couldn't really understand any of it, nor did i really want to. we got to the register and she tried to explain to me what she was doing to give us a discount, ended up ringing the two orders up separately, because apparently it would save us money? i dunno... i don't trust that whippersnapper, not for one minute. apparently she gave us a discount, i didn't want to stick around long enough for any more of an explanation. she kept explaining the card situation many times and still with a puzzled look on my face i said goodbye and ran out of there as fast as possible. WOW. never had a shopping trip like that before. and, i never want one like that again. ever. never ever.

kitten

about a year ago, my best friend allie and i

were driving back from draper when we found a

"free kittens" sign.

we stopped by the house to take a look,

but ended up taking the cutest, smallest little gray kitten home.

allie's mom did not like it.

my mom was out of town. and my dad.

so i played with it all day, took it to some friends houses.

when my mom got back from youth conference she wasn't happy.

who will take care of the kitten when you go to school, she said.

i hadn't thought about that yet.

what will your father say? she asked.

i hadn't thought about that either.

i wanted the kitten to be a surprise for dad, but mom told him.

he called and left quite the voice mail saying

the cat better be gone before he got home tonight,

and that i wasn't allowed back in the house until i got rid of it.

my options were far but few. i called everyone i knew.

maybe someone wanted a free kitten that day.

i thought of everyone i knew that had a birthday in july.

but that seemed cruel to drop it on the porch and run.

i thought of letting it go in the field, or the mountains.

that didn't seem right either.

jen wanted to drop it off on the side of the road.

can you say heartless.

finally my bishop's wife had an answer.

i took it to her next door neighbor, whose cat had recently passed.

it took some convincing and about twenty minutes of parental debate,

but they took my kitten. thank goodness!

i drove past the old kitten's first home the other day

and thought about that adventurous time

when i had a kitten for a day.

i have.

ever wanted to help so badly

but didn't know just quite how?

ever known that their world was crashing down and

you do all you can think to do to build their foundation again,

but try as you might, it will never be enough?

that the emotion involved is too much to deal with,

but you try to deal with it because you love them so much?

that you've never experience what they're going through

but you feel their pain only because you picture them,

your best friend, going through so much heartache?

that you've grown so close together it's almost as if

it's happening to you, but at the same time you're so far apart

that you can't understand the whole picture?

that the problem is far beyond your understanding

or ability to comprehend the seriousness or reality of it?

ever wondered why good people have to be so affected

by the poor decisions of others, year after year?

why she has to live in a shadow of doubt and tears

as the careless individual tramples her conscience

time and time again?

why he won't just leave them alone.

why can't they take more action.

why do they keep letting him come back.

will he ever understand what he's done to them?

would he turn his life around if he could control it anymore?

ever been so scared that all their hope just might run out someday?

that the problem won't be fixed soon enough,

that their image of themselves has been forever damaged?

it eats you away because you can see a side of them that they can't.

you see her strength, their bond, their unity.

you feel her power, her true conviction.

but behind the facade of happiness lies a family.

torn apart by alcohol and bad decisions of one man

they used to call dad.

ever loved someone so much that you would do anything

to take their place and bear the trial for them,

not that it would be easier for you,

but that you can't bear to see them suffer anymore?

that you could change the way you lived to make their life easier?

that you could pack up and move, just to be closer to them in their need?

that you could give anything to erase what's happened

and help them see a brighter future?

i have.