You forgot the please.

I love a lot of things.

Like oreos smothered in peanut butter. 

Long drives in Boost with the windows down and the music blasting. 

Good looking men with British accents. 

Summer salads. 

Long naps in nice soft summer green grass. 

Sleeping. 

Anything remotely related to The Avengers. 

Or Iron Man. 

Lace. 

Traveling to any place my mind can imagine.

The noise bubbles make when they pop.

Perry the Platypus. 

Shoes. 

And mustard yellow. 

Which is why I ordered these last Saturday. 

I couldn't help myself especially after I've been looking at them on my pinterest board for several months. 

Yeah...you could say I have a poor defense system.

I have to tell you though. 

I didn't know mustard yellow leather could make someone so amazingly happy.

b.

No pressure.

I have a favor to ask of you today.

I have wanted to ask this for about a week now, but everything has been so hectic.

Saturday I got evacuated off of Pikes Peak because of a local wildfire.

At that moment, it wasn't a scary thing. Probably because I was too busy celebrating not having to work for the rest of the day.

And I was pretending that it wouldn't get to serious because no really big disasters hit where we live.

But on Monday morning, I realized that this was not going to just blow over.

It is big and it has the power to destroy everything in it's path.

It's scary.

And I'm not just saying this because my brother and his family were in the midst of being evacuated.

I'm not saying it because their house could have burnt to the ground.

Nor am I saying it because the look on my niece's face when she contemplated her house burning shook me.

But each of these woke me up.

The people who were hurt by this fire weren't hurt bodily (thank goodness), but they were hurt. And they are scared and homeless and worried about what life is going to hurl at them next.

They have a lot stacked upon their shoulders.

I want to lighten them somehow.

Tell them it is okay and that even though parts of their life is gone, they still have the foundation. Their family.

But I don't really know how to do that by myself at this point so I am going to start by praying.

Because I know the Lord is there watching out for those people. Comforting them. Loving them. Helping them.

Even if they don't know it.

So.....could I ask each of you a favor?

To pray for these people who have been affected by the fire, including the firefighters, the military, and all those who are participating at extinguishing the fire?

To pray for the weather to turn moist?

To pray, not only for this fire, but for any person in this world who is burdened with heavy doubts or fears or worries?

To send your love to them even though they are strangers?

I am learning that family is not just the people you know and love and are related to in some way.

I have family all across Colorado Springs and all across the United States and all across the world that I have not met and probably will never meet.

But, in some way that I don't quite understand yet, I love them. They are my Father's children. He loves them, why not I?

b.

It's as plain as the nose on your face.

Pins of the Week. 

Is there anything more beautiful and classic than lace?

I love how it adds a subtle, but yet fashionable touch. 

So pretty. 

This is so inexcusably me. 

Just today, I went out thinking,

"Oh, I should probably go associate with people my age instead of my parents."

But then, when I got there, I wanted to leave. 

A little sad, maybe. 

But very much me.

I finished reading a book this week. 

It was called, "The Fault in Our Stars",

It is a beautifully written book about life and death 

and the trials that we are meant to live down here on earth. 

It also talks about choices. 

Ones we regret.

Ones, that if we had the choice again, we would choose the same.

I just realized that I say this all the time. 

It makes me wonder what else I do in habit. 

Maybe it's genetic. 

Again...the lace. 

I just love it. 

How can you not love the daintiness. 

It's just so pretty. 

Easy. Check. 

Price Friendly. Check. 

Awesome. Check. 

I think this is so great. 

I can read and eat at the same time. 

Without having to hold the book. 

A book obsessor's dream. 

b. 

Do you promise?

Being evacuated in the middle of my shift because of a nearby wildfire?

Yeppers.

All in a days work. 

b.

Come sit with me.

If you haven't noticed, I have been having a really hard time trying to figure out what to write on a daily basis. 

My life is pretty much routine except for my days off. 

I sleep. 

I wake up. 

I get dressed, commence with necessary beauty regiment, and then put socks on. 

I make my lunch, put pink lemonade powder in my water bottle (with water, of course), and then make two pieces of toast for breakfast. 

I get everything together, brush my teeth, and then leave. 

I drive, park, and then get into a big white van. 

They drive, I sit, either reading or listening to music. 

I get out of the van when we reach the summit. 

I put my stuff in my locker, clock in, go to the bathroom, and then see what my assignment is. 

I work. 

I eat lunch in the middle of working. 

I over-smile. 

I clean, I close, and then I stock. 

When time, I clock out and then pile in the van for an exciting ride down the mountain. 

I climb out of the van, climb into my car, switch my work shoes for my comfy mocassins, and then drive off down the highway.

I park in front of my house and climb out of my car.

I eat, talk to my parents, and then fall into my warm bed. 

Then I wake up again....

Nothing much exciting really happens. 

Except freak snowstorms, burnt popcorn, and random people dressed up as Lord of the Rings characters. That was actually pretty awesome.....

b.

Don't say that word.

Hiya, ya'll. 

Happy Father's day to ya. 

Especially to you Dad. Love ya.

It was a pretty good one here in sunny Colorado. 

Church was good sans surprise. 

Yeah....the leader of the meeting decided to have some impromptu speakers come up and talk about their fathers and what they are thankful for and end with their testimony. 

I think this is mean. I'm not a social speaker nor will I ever be, but if I am to speak, I need a warning period of about 24 hours if you want something intelligent to come out of my mouth. 

But, nevertheless, after I turned to my Dad hoping that I won't be called, whose name comes from one of the counselor's lips?

Mine. 

Talk about deer in headlights. 

I'm just glad I didn't wear heels. 

Who knows what could have happened?

After church, I made biscuits and danced to Pandora's Disney playlist. Talk about a party. 

We, then, trekked to my brother's house for some dinner and fun. 

Tickle fights, berry cobbler, politics, cutie pie holding, and mass happiness was on the menu. 

Thank goodness for days off. 

  Now onto the....

Pins of the Week.

To start things off, here's a shout out to mi padre. 

I love my dad and all that he has taught me. 

I know that I am who I am because of my parents. 

And for that I am very grateful.

Sometimes when I socialize with people I feel like I don't belong. 

Or that I'm just not normal because of how I think. 

I tend to worry to much and over think things. 

I work hard and play when appropriate. 

I know who I am and who I want to be. 

I have a mission. 

It's good to know that someone might find that attractive someday.

One word. 

Yum O.

I have had many obsessions in my lifetime. 

But I have never wanted shoes with one of my obsession on it. 

Today, that has changed. 

I want a pair of these shoes. 

The Ironman ones specifically. 

I would wear them everywhere. 

So I don't drink tea, but I couldn't help but agree with the sentiment.

I know this might sound ridiculous and slightly picky, 

but I really want to marry a Englishman. 

Like really bad.  

Slightly insensitive, but perfectly true. 

I'm sorry for those who wear skinny jeans, but they weren't made for men.

And they are not at all manly. 

Truthfully, I think they're gross.  

I have been thinking about this movie a lot. 

I just love the ending scene where the boy finally realizes that he has fallen for this girl, 

but broken so many of his own dating rules along the way. 

She was the girl. His girl. His exception.

It is such a sweet scene. 

I think this would be so great.

For my bedroom. 

So whenever I am bored, entertainment is only a brightly covered marker away. 

Or in a kid's room. 

You wouldn't have to worry about marker marks on the wall. 

Because they would be welcome. 

Could be a great way to start early with artistic creativity.

Well, Happy Father's Day. 

And Goodnight.

b. 

Hairy Mustaches

Can I tell you a secret?

I am a window shopaholic. 

I love looking at things, desiring them, wishing they were mine, 

debating whether I need them or not, and then putting them back.  

All because I don't want to spend money. 

Of course, I want to spend money, but then my mind says, 

"Do you want to spend next semester at home?"

The next thing I know, my hand has released its contents and I run out of the store. 

Yes, like the little piggy who ran all the way home. 

Wee wee.....

These were not one of those products. 

They only tempted me to take pictures and pinch my lips. 

Oh....and wonder who would wear these. 

And where. 

Halloween is the only option I can think of. 

Unless there is a national mustache day I wasn't aware of. 

One thing is sure, I mustache you a question.

Would you wear them?

b.

I missed part 2.

Today was my first Sunday back in the Single's Ward. 

And....I was late. 

Mostly because I didn't know they changed the meeting to 10:00 am.

Thanks fellow Young Single Adults that I work with. :)

But, in all honestly, I hate being late. It's just awkward, especially when you arrive alone. 

Thank goodness some friends from home pulled up at the same time I did. 

I would have been lost without them. 

We decided not to walk into the main meeting area because seats were sparse. 

So we set our eyes on the overflow, but it was shut off. 

With no where else to go, we just sat behind the curtains that closed us off from the main room. 

Listening was out of the question. 

All the voices seemed like mumbles. 

After sometime, one of the leaders offered to open the overflow. 

Can you say awkward?

Here we are sitting in the second row of the overflow when the curtains open to a whole chapel full of people watching the conference....or instead glancing at us. 

Yeah....that was fun. 

Now....

On to the Pins of the Week.

Yeah. I wasn't close to a normal teenager. 

Honestly, when my parent went out. 

The music got louder. 

The neighbors probably thought there was a earthquake occurring. 

Or a solo dance party.

Which would have been true. 

Nothing makes me happier than the smiles and laughs 

of my nieces and nephews. 

So I have never really wanted a dog. 

Okay. That was a lie. 

I have wanted a dog before, but since then I had decided cats were for me. 

But then, I saw him. 

A miniature husky.  

AKA: the cutest dog in the world. 

I want one. 

Heh. 

I think this exact thought way too often.

Am I the only way that thinks this way?

I saw these and immediately wanted one. 

I love the colors and the shape. 

Perfect for a college Junior, I think. 

I am not sure it will carry all of my books though.

I can't help but sing the song in my head when I read this. 

Awesome bag. 

Photography at its best, I think. 

Even though there is a little bit of over exposure that they kept in, I like it. 

I think it gives the picture a lighter feel 

and gives the picture a beautiful vocal point. 

My favorite pin this week is the Harry Potter Cotton Candy Cupcakes. 

Yes....she actually put cotton candy in the cupcake batter. 

Which I think is BRILLIANT. 

And totally unexpected.

I want to make these so bad. 

So, so, bad. 

b.

Homesick.

So I know what you are thinking. 

What happen to Bethany?

What happen to the funny posts that used to be the highlight of this blog?

Okay. 

Maybe you aren't thinking that, but I sure am. 

I feel like a different person when I am home. 

Not as fun or outgoing. 

Don't get me wrong though. I love being home. 

I love Colorado. 

But it lacks something that Rexburg has. 

And that is my friends. 

My friends who help me find adventures and get out of my little one woman social circle. 

My friends who help me become a better person.

My friends who appreciate my weird sense of humor. 

My friends who send me awesome messages and pictures and videos that I love. 

I wish I could just fast forward three months. 

But, in the mean time, here is a video one of my friends sent me. 

She remembered that I was a Jane Austen freak.

So I watched this girl's wonderful videos for the rest of the night. 

It is a parody of Pride and Prejudice. 

Video blog style. 

Awesomeness approved. 

I promise. 

b.

Jump.

You know, I sometimes forget that I work on the top of a mountain. 

A 14,110 ft mountain. 

I am literally on top of the world. 

I have a stunningly gorgeous view right beneath my eyelashes everyday. 

How could it get better than that?

Sometimes I wish I could just jump into the clouds and lay in the softness for awhile. 

Bathe in the fluffiness. 

But, alas, Jenny said I would probably die.

b.

Goodwill Goodies.

Confession....

I used to hate Goodwill. 

 When I was younger, I had a problem with wearing other people's clothes. 

It just didn't seem right to me. 

But now, I have realized the beauty of it. 

I mean, they have some nice things there. 

Their prices are amazing. 

And their fashion is much more appealing than 

what department stores are displaying in their windows these days. 

Please! Help me understand what has happened to good fashion.

Anyway, here are some of my Goodwill Goodies.

1. Homemade Strawberry Slippers.

Awesome, huh?

Who doesn't need strawberry slippers?

I was totally going to try them on and model them, but my former fear of trying on other people's slippers without some kind of barrier to shield my feet from possible funguses kept me from that adventure.

Yeah....that fear I still haven't the strength to overcome yet. 

2. The book of Dating for Dummies.

As I was scanning the book racks, what book do you think I happen to pick up?

Yes...

Dating for Dummies. 

Needless to say, my mom gave me an odd look. 

In that moment, I couldn't decipher it. 

But now, I'm pretty sure she was thinking, 

"Oh. That makes sense."

3. Awesome Red Heels.

Do you know how long I have waited to find a slammin' pair of shoes at Goodwill?

Forever. 

Every time I go in Goodwill I immediately inspect the shoes, but since I have abnormally large feet (or are they normally large feet?), they never have the hot shoes in my size. 

But today was fated to be the day. 

Five Bucks was never more well spent.

b.

Words from the Evil Register....

I missed church today and it felt weird. 

Almost like today wasn't special. Like it was just another day.

I didn't like it. 

But at least work passed by quickly. 

And this is the only Sunday I ever have to work...

And I have the next three days off. 

And I got to meet another Bethany when we were about to close. She acted really shy and absolutely cute. Her Dad saw my name tag while he was buying food and told me about her. Then, later, brought her over to meet me. 

I'm really glad he did. They couldn't have known how much it meant to me.

It made my whole day.

So...

On to the Pins of the Week.

You know what I love about Harry Potter?

Well, for one, it is one of the best stories told. 

Two: it is one of the best stories told with British accents. 

Which makes it even more awesome in my book. 

And third, it will live on forever even though the books are concluded. 

That is awesomeness for ya.

Coming from a book lover, 

I don't think there is a better way to tell time.

Hehehe....

Funniness.

If I didn't know any better, I think the store is trying to tell women something. 

Or out-smarting us. 

Yeah....definitely out-smarting us. 

Well played, store associates. 

Well played.

This is what my roommates and my parents 

say I look like when I watch Jane Austen movies. 

Although I have never seen my face contorted in this manner, 

I believe them. 

What can I say?

When I'm not in reality, I am a sap.

Wonderful words for everyone. 

And a beautiful way to end a day. 

Happy Sunday.

b.

A little Gratitude.

Readers.

I have something I want to tell you.

Something really dear to my heart.

I love God.

I love him with every fiber of my being.

He is my light and my hope.

He is my rock. Someone I can stand on and depend on. Someone who I know will not move.

He is my comforter.

He is my strength. All of my strength.

He is my courage and my bravery.

He is my heavenly father and my friend.

He is my confidant.

He is there whenever I need him. Even when I mess up.

He is my God. Someone I would die for.

Someone I live for.

So I would like to thank Him.

For everything.

b.