Thanks to you.

Weekends are so good.
This weekend included some bijou market,
ballroom dancing,
a dinner date,
to-do list checking,
baking,
great basketball game seats,
a freeeezing football game,
and lots and lots of chatting.

But today is a thank you post,
or a thankful post
-whichever you prefer.

[[You see, because I didn't really hop on the "thanksgivingblogposting" themed bandwagon,
I think I'll make it a blog theme a little later- 
you know, when it's a little more challenging to find things.
I think I may challenge myself and do a thankful month in..
January.
Or February.
better yet, March.]]

But regardless of anything else,
I have some thank yous to say.

1. To Grandma.
Thanks for the darling earmuffs you gave me this summer.
I wore them to the game this weekend,
and they were not only a great accessory,
and gave me an awesome excuse to talk about how wonderful you are,
but they were so warm!
I. love. them.



2. To Kathryn.
Who helped me through the week.
Who stays up late to talk to me about life....
Because let's be real- we kind of have the same life.
And who says as I walk off to bed in half-slumber
"hey Tay?"
*yeah?*
"I love you"
*Love you too*
"It'll all work out."
Thank you for being there.
I really do need you.



And I go home in two days.
So that's the best thing of them all.
Helllllooooooo all-nighter to prepare to go home!

I feel like that's the way I always end these "almost home" posts.
17 credits=love.
love=work.
work=time.
time=not a lot
not a lot=necessary-all-nighters

Love You Always!
Taylor Ann

food drives and lots of lovin'

My week was taken over. 

Snatched right up.

Collecting cans, 

making announcements, 

contacting volunteers.

You know, all the good stuff. 

Tonight my roommates asked me an insightful question. 

They asked me why I do it- all the service stuff.

It took me a minute to answer....

I have been dong it all so long that I almost forgot.

But it comes down to this-I need it.

I need something that's not about me.

Service is really what saved me,

when I got lost in the sea of people here.

And when I remember that, 

it's all easy again.

And it's always worth it.

a midnight premiere

 SO, last night was like the best night....ever.

 Naturally, my roommates and I took full advantage of the opportunity

to attend the midnight premiere... of TWILIGHT. 

 Kathryn dressed as Harry Potter  

Why? [think back to the Halloween costume...we aren't sure]

And I chose to bring a lifesize cutout of Taylor Lautner along.

Apparently we are a good couple. 

We got a lot of attention...

people were like wanting to take pictures and stuff.

Ok, so mostly.... they just wanted pictures of him.

We will pretend like that is fake...

I even somehow managed to get him all the way into the theater.

What can I say? I've got skill.

Naturally, I also ran into Edward Cullen.

And subsequently told him to button up his shirt.

and spent lots of time with my fabulous roommates,

and giggled alot...

 

and took lots of pictures,

...with and without Jacob...

and drank maybe a years worth of Diet Coke,

and collectively took 4598743 bathroom breaks, approximately.

Movie Critique?

We were pleasantly surprised!

There were some corny parts.

Like really corny.

Luckily... they were few and far between,

but other parts were good.

And the sketch level?

I would compare it to like a James Bond movie,

but within the bonds of marriage.

Mostly, midnight premieres are fun. 

really, really fun.

And when you come home to hallway chats and lots of giggling....

it may well be worth it to stay up until all hours of the night. 

I mean, look how cute my roommates are.

You wouldn't be able to resist either.

so just some stuff today.

so i have stared at this blogger screen thinking i may have something to write for days on end.

the truth? i'm not a writer. sometimes i feel like i have nothing funny or cutsie to say, so i say nothing at all

well, that's no way to live now is it? don't keep your mouth shut because you have expectations for your words

i love joy. she posted this week about writing like you... talk about your quirks. about the things that make you cool. about the things that make you happy. about the things that make you different. so i think i will.

i'm on a team with all boys to run the spartan in january. i told them i was afraid i'd slow them down. they said they didn't care and smiled as they said i was the only girl brave enough to accept the offer. now, i have a major reason to train. and train HARD.

one of my favorite friend-boys asked on Sunday when i am going to start modeling for anthropologie. even though it's quite the long shot, i blushed and was pleased that anthropologie was the store of choice. all the while being thoroughly impressed at his knowledge of what that would even look like.

i have a date, maybe two, this weekend. and had to cancel four dates to go home the other week. you know something, dating isn't everything but it sure is fun. and dates sure make a girl feel good, regardless of it goes from there.

i'm in high stress mode. food drive is here. and i have a big test tomorrow. and i'm getting sick. boy, do I need thanksgiving and that small town back in my life. and i only can kinda breathe and lay down for a minute once it gets here, but that's going to be very much good enough.

mostly, i love you all.
sorry i've been mia.

taylorann

On the docket.

i have a love-hate relationship with weekends these days.

you see, I always end up being maybe more busy than the rest of the week.

but I also get to pack in more fun than during the week.

aaaaaand I let myself stay up super late.

[it's the weekend- that's totally allowed]

so here's to dinner dates and dancesport.

and speed dating and more dancesport.

and maybe some homework too.

[ok, so I have to do homework]

and dancing, music, nail painting, maybe some crafting.

but don't forget that it's 11-11-11, so make an extra big wish :)

and be sure to make it the greatest day ever.

ps, I totally made these last night.

they were delicious. super delicious.

pinterest, you rock my world. 

and in honor of 11-11-11:

I am naming things I'm lucky for... 

because I'm just surrounded by lucky, I'm not actually lucky, really. 

[lucky that I have the cutest, most patriotic little sister ever, lucky that byu is magical and has paper windmills lining stairwells and giant hampster balls rolling around on campus, lucky that my hair can fit in a bun now- thank you inventor of the bobbypin :), lucky that wintery layery outfits are fun, lucky that I love sweets-how do people live without those little guys, lucky for other peoples birthdays when I can take them to cupcakes, and lucky that I found the perfect color nailpolish at the grocery store last night-and it's named Vixen.]

all in instagrams, too.

I am the luckiest.

another one of those crazy weekends.

Thursday night:

"hey tay, so dad wants you to come home this weekend"

"what the heck? For real? this weekend as in... tomorrow?"

"yeah"

"yeah, I'll figure it out and we'll book tickets tonight"

[i mean who wouldn't cancel everything to fly home for the weekend?]

Friday:

cleaning checks. test. rush rush rush. airport. pick sister up from school. diet cokes and target shopping with the sister. flight. phoenix. dinner on our layover. girl talk. life talk. boy talk. back scratches. another flight. coercing people into letting us sit together. this song about 500 times. books. naps. HOME.

Saturday:

little sisters soccer game. lunch. talk talk talk. see people from home. get asked multiple times why i don't have a boyfriend. home. homework. talk some more. nap. movie. more people from home. talk talk talk. sushi with the family.

Sunday:

church with the family. more people from home. brunch. airport. flight. nap. dinner. flight. talk talk talk.

and just like that, we were back in Utah.

Normally, I'm pretty independent, but this was one of those times where I didn't want to go back to being on my own. 

So here's to moms who let you take naps and give you candy for the flight home

 and California weather- including blue skies and puffy clouds

 and wooden carved welcome bears at the frosty

 and lots of diet soda.

and being crazy. and spur of the moment trips home.

love you all. 

taylor ann

Thoughts on life.

Today, there's a lot on my mind.

Most of the thoughts center on how short life can really be,
and that anything can happen. to anyone. at any moment.
Today it has been two years since my cousin Caroline passed away.
She was young, with three little ones- all under the age of 12.

I was able to visit her 3 or summers back or so, when she was in remission.
Although she was my senior by, I don't know, almost twenty years,
we talked frankly and openly like we were cousins.
After all, that's what we were.
We spent time talking about marriage and dating and high school,
we enjoyed fabulous dinners due to our mutual love for good food,
we bonded over our mutual love for great shoes,
we talked about growing up and how there's no need to rush.

I was in Texas for especially for youth, a church camp.
That year, my roommate had to bum out on me at the last minute,
and in all honesty I was a bit nervous and frustrated.

I will be forever grateful that Heavenly Father stuck his hand directly into my life,
and gave me a little extra time with Caroline.

Everything happens for a reason,
even when you don't understand it.
Today I found out a friend from high school, who just got married,
is moving home because her husband has cancer.
I don't understand that.
Caroline Terry lost her battle with cancer 2 years ago,
and left behind a loving husband and three children.
I don't understand that either.

So today, be grateful for what you have.
Love the people you love,
and take advantage of every opportunity.


I love you all,
Taylor Ann

a little something

"I thought I understood it, 

but I didn't.... 

only the idea of it...

of you and me."

-Like Crazy

perks of the job

ok, so it's not a job.

I volunteer. I volunteer a lot.
Right now volunteer with BYU Student Alumni,
and sometimes I get to wear a cutsie polo that matches all the boys.
And you know when you have to wear the same outfit as the boys it must be goood.

and don't worry there's a real cute matching windbreaker too!

But the real perks of the job?
Today I got to sit three rows away from our prophet Thomas S. Monson
I could see his facial features and gestures even when they weren't on screen,
I could see his wrinkles and the twinkle in his eye.

I'd say that's quite the perk.

Love Always,
Taylor Ann