dear boys 37

Fave from last week is from christineleigh from Come What May and Love It:


Dear boys,
As I've mentioned before, black square glasses never hurt anyone.  If I end up dating you my only requirement will be that you never wear your contacts and only your glasses.

-christineleigh

Let's discuss this further. Boys look wonderful in glasses. I support wearing them contacts though. Slash, not needing glasses. Potentially one of my favorite things is when a boy doesn't usually wear glasses and then one day, BAM! he's wearing glasses and my heart is in a puddle on the floor.


Glad we discussed that. Now, dear boys.


Dear Rob Rob,

Thank you for calling me 7 times. I'm sorry that your 'lady' wrecked your car and ruined your credit. I hope you still get to purchase a home.

Cordially,
"Cornerstone, this is Elise."
(to be read in your best phone-answering voice)


Dear flavored lemonades,

You are not boys, but you are delicious. In fact, probably one of my biggest weaknesses in life.
Especially strawberry.

Love,
Elise


Dear Mr. Griffiths,

You are potentially the cutest old man ever and I think I would like to keep you in my pocket.
In a very non-creepy pocket-keeping kind of way.
Like you're an action figure.
Cute grandpa style.

Love,
Elise


Dear Rya,

Stina thinks you're the best thing since sliced bread. And walmart french bread.
And she loves her some walmart french bread.

Love,
Elise-lise (but mostly Stina)


Dear flamingo,

Tami and I approve. Here's to October!

Love,
Elise and Tami


Dear Nikon,

I maybe, potentially have a roommate who maybe, potentially has a crush on you.
Just sayin'.

Love,
Master


Dear City Boy,

I like you.

Love,
Elise


Dear Copper Mill,

You had me at raspberry lemonade, homemade rolls, garlic mashed potatoes, and free caramel cashew ice cream roll for my birthday. I'm in love.

Love,
A very satisfied customer

Dear boys peeps:

Write your DB post (or, you know, write to food... cause apparently I'm madly in love with food), put the button on it, and link it up over here.

Then, go read the other DB posts linked up.

Share the DB lovin'.

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Instagram feeds my picture taking obsession.

It's a beautiful thing.

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 1. Driving home from work and listening to conference talks. 

I discovered that traffic gets less awful if I do.

2. Morning. I wanted to stay in my PJs all day.

3. New earrings from Violet Hill Boutique and a very aqua outfit.

 1. E/N dating conversations. #slashtag

2. Easy Mac. (Side note: does anyone else think the cheese sauce got less delicious lately?)

3. Chocolate milk. Always served best with a straw.

 1. We bought headbands from The Letter 4 girls.

2. Pretzel bites are my favorite.

3. #nichelleeats 

 1. Playground with the roommates.

2. Swinging.

3. Self-esteem post.

 1. Getting ready for a date. See also: pile of reject outfits on my bed.

2. Sometimes I take pictures when I get bored of blowdrying my hair.

3. Temple trip with Nichelle.

1. Chevron on my fingers.

2. Listening to some Sara B. on a rainy day.

3. Chevron on my toes. 

dear boys 36

My favorite DB letter from last week comes from Miss Jessica at Love Like Crazy:

Dear Dan in 101 (because I still don't know your last name),

This bake off we have going on just isn't cutting it.  One of us needs to be bold enough to make the first move.  I vote you.

Sincerely,

Your Upstairs Neighbor

Now, let's start off with a little John Mayer to set the mood (and because Nichelle introduced me to this song and I love it.)

Dear boy squared,

It's like you were cloned and put into witness protection. 

Weeeeird.

Love,

Elise

Dear Prince Charming,

Have fun in D.C.!

Love,

Elise

Dear J-Dub,

Get a wife.

Love,

Sensei and Christina (who doesn't actually know she's writing you this letter but would totally sign it if she did.)

Dear Spaghetti-o,

You don't say things like that to people. I'm sorry, you just don't.

Love,

Apollo 6

Dear hipster,

Probably my favorite part of life is realizing that Elisabeth has been writing DB letters to you for months now.

Oh, also, she thinks you're the bomb.com.

I think you guys should be in love.

Kthx.

Love,

Elise

Dear The Avengers,

You dudes are all cray-cray. Have you SEEN Nichelle?

If you fully understood how awesome she is, you'd all be fighting each other for her.

And showering her with flowers.

And chocolate.

I'm just sayin'.

Love,

Elise

Dear City Boy,

I think you just made my list of top three best dates ever.

Even if you like raisins.

Love,

Elise

Dear boys peeps:

Write your DB post, put the button on it, and link it up over here.

Then, go read the other DB posts linked up.

Share the DB lovin'.

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how to get your foot not asleep

That sounds like really awkward grammar.

I know.

But it's not like my foot will wake up, stretch it's arms and begin its day...

So, when I googled this very important topic, that is exactly what I searched.

"how to get your foot not asleep".

Before I solve your life problems for you, let's discuss a few things.

A- When you say "my foot is asleep" do you actually mean that it's tingly or in the pins and needles stage?

I do.

When I can't feel my foot I say "my foot is numb". That's much more logical.

Unless my whole body goes tingly when I'm asleep and I don't know it.

B- When your foot is pins and needling, do you feel a strange need to go to the bathroom?

Even if you just relieved your bladder?

I need to know whether or not that is normal.

Now, here's what I learned.

Release the pressure. Like, stop sitting on your foot. 

Okay, that's smart.

Also, massage it. Logical.

Shake your foot, walk on it, blow on it, lick it.

Okay, I don't know about you, but I vote that there are a LOT of things I'd try before licking my foot. 

Also, I don't think I've been flexible enough to lick my foot since I was 7.

If you are flexible and not grossed out enough to try it, let me know how it works.

Also, another suggestion was to run it under warm water. That was the most successful for me. 

Except for the part where having my foot asleep makes me feel like I need to go to the bathroom.

Running water was not awesome.

Also, having your foot asleep is apparently called Paresthesia. And now you know.

I don't write songs.

The Institute Women's Association, IWA, was something that I loved more than almost anything. (Yes, more than Hobby Lobby AND Justin Beiber.) IWA wasn't merely an "association", it was a life training program. For three and a half years I was so blessed to be a part of the program and serve in the program. Honestly, it changed my life.

IWA started out as a sorority (Lambda Delta Sigma) through the LDS institute program. As a little girl, I remember my Aunt Kristee talking about her amazing experiences and wonderful friends from "Lambda Delts". My mom would also tell me about how much Kristee had loved being in the sorority. When I got to college, I didn't really think about it. Snow College didn't have any sororities or IWA. But, when I got to Utah State, my Aunt Sharon was over one of the IWA chapters and she basically gave me no choice but to join. And I will be forever grateful for that.

The women I met, the activities I attended and helped plan, the sisterhood that was created, the service that we gave, all of it changed me. The IWA program has been discontinued now, but the purpose of it lives on.

When I was told that the program was being discontinued, my heart broke. Deep down, however, I knew that it was a decision from the Lord, and I trusted it. The thing that broke my heart the most was wondering what would happen to our pledge, the theme we recited every week. Would it just fade away and be forgotten about?

One night last summer, I was going to bed far too late considering the time I had to be up the next morning. I climbed into bed and thought about the IWA theme and how I was going to miss saying it every week and how  sad it would be for it to just disappear. I thought to myself, "You know, someone should turn it into a song! People do it with poems all the time, it would totally work. Someone should do it!"

Then, I heard a little voice say to me, "You're someone."


I laughed. Honestly, I think I laughed right out loud. "I don't write songs," I said back. Almost instantly the voice said "Oh, yes you do. You write lyrics all the time, you just don't ever show them to anyone." I argued back and forth with this voice for a while, claiming that those were never intended to be shared, they were my little secret, never written for a purpose.

To which the voice said, "But this one's meant to be shared..."


And that, my friends, is how I ended up writing a song.

because you ARE worth it

I feel like I need to come clean about something.
I don't really think I'm awesome.
I act like I do, I talk like I do, but deep down, I'm not sure I actually believe it.

I believe that I'm an alright person, I believe that I'm nice, I believe that I'm kind of good at some things and that maybe I have some special talents. I believe that people like me alright. But, in the end, I think I kind of just believe that I'm mediocre.

I don't really believe that people will like me the way that I am.
I don't really believe that I will ever be good enough.
I don't really believe that if someone ever really got to know me, they would think I'm as cool as I sometimes act.
I also don't really believe that anyone could ever love me enough to want to marry me. (As I type that, I understand it's silly, but deep down, I just don't believe it.)
And, sometimes people tell me how great I am, and I feel so special, but I kind of shove it off and think "well, that was nice of them, but if they understood this, they probably wouldn't think that."


And I don't really believe it's okay to feel that way about yourself. 


I also know that those feelings are not coming from a reliable source.

I am a Child of God. I am His daughter. That fact alone, gives me infinite worth.
I'm not perfect. But I try to live the way He would have me live. That gives me purpose. He would not have me live a mediocre life.
My Heavenly Father loves me. Me. Individually. "Good enough" is a funny term. Good enough to what? Be Prom Queen? Good enough to get your dream job? Good enough to be someone's mother, someone's friend, someone's spouse?
Maybe I don't need to be "good enough". Maybe I just need to be good. 


I love the song "Who Says" by Selena Gomez. But at the same time, I don't.
Allow me to explain: "Who says? Who says you're not perfect?" I say I'm not perfect. I'm striving, but I am so not there yet. I think if we all thought we reached a level of perfection, maybe we'd stop trying. Which is not why we are here on earth. We're here to progress.
But the next line? "Who says? Who says you're not worth it?" I like that line. Satan is the one telling us we're not worth it. Through the media, the comparisons we make... it's everywhere. It's no wonder we doubt our value!

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Believe that you are worth it. Because you ARE worth it. Worth what you ask? Worth it ALL. Worth that dream job or that dream guy. Worth that person's time. Worth keeping around. Worth learning from.

And I'll keep telling myself that I am worth it, too. 

instafriday

 1. The beginnings of Butterbeer.

2. M@ with a Butterbeer stache.

3. My Butterbeer a'sploded. Really though, it did.

 1. I went to my parent's house for the weekend, so Buzz got to hang out with the princesses.

2. Fantasia with the roomies.

3. #bedhead 

 1. Alice in Wonderland #showtime.

2. The last rehearsal.

3. Best seats in the house. The orchestra loooooved us.

Especially Cello boy.

 1-3. We went out for celebratory fh'zookies and ended up buying entire meals.

#causewedeserveit

We also decided that creating the #nichelleeats hashtag was a great idea.

 1. I love my hairties from Oh Sweet Sadie. Someday, I'll remember the vendor name and tell you.

2. M@ and Rya brought me and Nichelle flowers. maybe we begged them a little.

3. Lichen? Moss? Either way, I like the orange color.

 1. Mill Hollow Summer Camp staff polo. I miss it.

2. Editing pictures of my Mill Hollow friend, Flick, and watching Psych.

3. My gorgeous cousin, Chelsea. 

 1. Once, I ate breakfast on my kitchen floor. At 2:00 PM.

2. Breathing Space. Ashley and I at our Interior Design class.

3. Livy Love Designs buttons on my camera strap.

1. Star Wars: A New Hope. We're watching one movie a week. Release order.

2. Backwards oreo.

3. Bonfire.

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