This summer I have been working with a few professors on body image research. After reading more interviews than I ever thought I would make it through I have become painfully aware that a large portion of the girls we talked to aren’t confident with themselves, these girls are extremely talented, smart and beautiful but they don’t recognize any of that. Instead they focus on what they don’t have: the perfectly flat stomach, the $300 pair of perfectly worn out jeans, the best grade in American Heritage, or that cute boyfriend. Don’t get me wrong there are quite a few things about myself that I would change if I was given a magic wand, but I am having a really hard time understanding why girls that have so much potential are unable or unwilling to recognize their talents, uniqueness and at the risk of sounding too much like a Laurel advisor-their divine nature. After spending a fair amount of time trying to figure out why it is that these girls don’t like themselves I have decided to focus on why others do actually like themselves (I thought this was an easier question to answer since there seem to be fewer that actually see past the mirror). I spent a fair amount of time trying to think back on the girls that I have known well. I have had the opportunity to come in contact with many talented women: my mom, my sister, roommates, friends, aunts, grandmothers (and grandmother-in-laws), and sister-in-laws. These women are drastically different, but each has something that makes them amazing: my mom has quiet strength that you can rely on even when other things haven’t held up, my sister has a passion for life, a previous roommate has a smile for everyone no matter how bad her day is going, another has the ability to tell it like is, even when you don’t want to hear it; you get it, the list goes on and on. As I have reflected on these women I have come to a simple conclusion. The solution to the problem is to encourage and recognize our unique set of talents, achievements and abilities. The most self assured and confident women I have known were the ones who KNEW they were good at something. These girls were encouraged by parents, friends, aunts, and grandmothers to pursue their interests. It didn’t matter what the interest was: sports, reading, painting, theater or even underwater basket weaving (well not really). Success and encouragement in this one area helped the girls develop a positive self image (our study has shown the same thing). So what does this mean, it means we need to recognize the talents of those around us, not only that but we need to tell them! Just one little compliment can go a long way! Okay I am stepping off the soapbox now.
*in case you were wondering about the cheesy title of this blog this FANTASTIC movie should help clear that up for you, a professor showed us this commerical in one of my classes and I think it is great!
http://www.campaignforrealbeauty.ca/flat2.asp?id=4801 (if this link doesnt work go to the dove campaign for real beauty 2006 television ad)
Friday, June 6, 2008
My diploma
A few days ago my college diploma came in the mail. I thought you would all appreciate a picture of it.
my diploma, pretty snazzy.
Me and my diploma! Fun fun!
It's official I am finally a college graduate!
my diploma, pretty snazzy.
Me and my diploma! Fun fun!
It's official I am finally a college graduate!
Saturday, May 31, 2008
"I'm falling into memories of you, the things we used to do, follow me there...
Today Brian and I had the wonderful opportunity to go to lunch at one of my very favorite restaurants, the Creamery on Ninth. I can see the eye rolls and hear the “yeah whatevers”, but as a slightly cynical person myself I have to say that the Creamery is FANTASTIC! This place is tied to the BYU experience. Trust me, as a freshman I spent a fair amount of time there: with friends, buying groceries, running people into pillars, and eating a much needed cheeseburger (sometimes you need a break from ramen noodles). I think that you should all try it. Let me just tell you this is one of the most popular restaurants I have ever been too, whenever I am there it is full, there is a huge line and the food takes forever, don’t worry this is part of the experience. The place is great, they have basically every flavor of ice cream you could ever want (do not try Graham Canyon, it is disgusting, well if you like graham crackers you might like it but those are on the list of foods I will not eat), awkward freshman dates, unique people and wonderful French fries (get the cracked pepper fries). This is just one of those places that you have to eat at to understand, there is a certain atmosphere there that cant be found anywhere else. Where else can you find freshman on dates (seriously you just have to see it to understand the pure awkwardness of the situation, having lived it I have to say there is nothing more terrifying), BYU alum bringing their kids for a burger just like “when they were there”, screaming children, and girls buying their roommates ice cream because they finally kissed mr. right (is this just a BYU thing?)? Trust me there is no place like it, you need to go.
While you are there buy a container of BYU Creamery Ranch Salad dressing, trust me you will love it, I was skeptical when my wonderful freshman roommates brought it home (first off why does it come in a milk carton?) but once you have it you cant ever go back to Hidden Valley, or Kraft or whatever inferior salad dressing you have been using. Next time you make your way down to BYU stop at the Creamery, it is worth the trip and your BYU experience wont be complete without one of their burgers.
*the title of this blog was taken from a song we played over and over and over and over my first semester at BYU... I thought that it was appropriate since the Creamery reminds me of that summer....
While you are there buy a container of BYU Creamery Ranch Salad dressing, trust me you will love it, I was skeptical when my wonderful freshman roommates brought it home (first off why does it come in a milk carton?) but once you have it you cant ever go back to Hidden Valley, or Kraft or whatever inferior salad dressing you have been using. Next time you make your way down to BYU stop at the Creamery, it is worth the trip and your BYU experience wont be complete without one of their burgers.
*the title of this blog was taken from a song we played over and over and over and over my first semester at BYU... I thought that it was appropriate since the Creamery reminds me of that summer....
Friday, May 30, 2008
"When the world has brought you down to your knees, I'll be there for you, when the rain starts to fall" and Cheesy Potatoes
Last night I made cheesy potatoes for dinner (dont worry we ate more than just that) It got me thinking, I know who would have ever thought that cheesy potatoes could be so profound. Well I guess I need to provide a bit of background information. Dinner was a big deal when I was growing up. My parents plan what they are going to cook in advance, they try fun new recipes and everyone is involved in the cooking (and cleaning process) wheither they want to be or not. When I was at home I was a bit stubborn to say the least, I made it my mission in life to avoid learning to cook. Well sadly that didnt work out well for me and now I can make a few things, but when I was living at home there were really only three things I could make well on my own: cheesecake, shortbread and cheesy potatoes. Luckily my little brother liked all three so there werent too many leftovers. I think cheesy potatoes were the most popular thing (maybe not) so everytime I make them I think of the "kids". The "kids" are old now, one is on a mission, and the other two are high school, I highly doubt that they remember requesting the potatoes but I always remember my parents loud, gigantic kitchen with KFRG, NPR and disco saturday nights on the radio when I make them. I thought that you would all appreciate a copy of the recipe... well maybe you wont but in case you need a wonderful side dish this is our version of the recipe (This recipe was taken from page 522 of the New Better Homes and Gardens Cookbook, the recipe is basically the same as the one in the book but with twice the sauce).
Cheesy Potatoes
Bake at 350
1 pound russet potatoes, peeled and sliced thin
1 c. chopped yellow onion
2 clove garlic, minced
4 T. butter
4 T. flour
1 t. salt
1/2 t. black pepper
2 1/2 c. milk
1 1/2 c. cheddar or colby jack cheese
1. Grease a 8 x8 glass pan.
2. In a small saucepan cook onion and garlic in butter until tender. Stir in flour, salt and pepper. Add milk all at once. Add cheese, cook and stur over medium heat until thickened and bubbly.
3. thinkly slice potatoes. place half the sliced potatoes in glass dish, cover with half the sauce, repeat with layers.
4. Bake covered at 350 for 40 minutes, uncover and bake 25 minutes or until potatoes are tender.
Quick random note, where did the title of this post come from... think hard... what would I use as a title....
Here is a hint:
"She's his lobster!"
Cheesy Potatoes
Bake at 350
1 pound russet potatoes, peeled and sliced thin
1 c. chopped yellow onion
2 clove garlic, minced
4 T. butter
4 T. flour
1 t. salt
1/2 t. black pepper
2 1/2 c. milk
1 1/2 c. cheddar or colby jack cheese
1. Grease a 8 x8 glass pan.
2. In a small saucepan cook onion and garlic in butter until tender. Stir in flour, salt and pepper. Add milk all at once. Add cheese, cook and stur over medium heat until thickened and bubbly.
3. thinkly slice potatoes. place half the sliced potatoes in glass dish, cover with half the sauce, repeat with layers.
4. Bake covered at 350 for 40 minutes, uncover and bake 25 minutes or until potatoes are tender.
Quick random note, where did the title of this post come from... think hard... what would I use as a title....
Here is a hint:
"She's his lobster!"
Monday, May 26, 2008
Do not read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly
Dear Family and Friends, in case you were not already painfully aware I am a huge fan of cheesy songs, books and movies. One of my favorite "songs" is the sunscreen song, if you have not yet had the opportunity to listen or read the song I highly recommend that you do so. In order to help you on your way to "enlightenment" I have kindly included a transcript of some of the words in this blog... I thought you would appreciate it... I am just so nice.
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
I am so glad that you all had the opportunity to read the uplifting words to that advice column/commencement address (the orgin is still disputed) I think that even though the song is a bit cheesy the advice given is actually applicable to most of us...
So besides listening to cheesy songs what have we been up to? Well that is a great question. We havent been up to much. Yesterday we celebrated our secong wedding anniversary... we bought new furniture last weekend to celebrate (if you havent been introduced to my facination with Ikea please see the previous blog entry). I feel like an old married person now, lets face it 2 years is a long time to be married at BYU.
Brian still in school (only a few weeks left). I think that he is ready for a break and then graduation, not sure how he feels about those last two semesters. He went fishing twice this last week. On Friday night he caught several catfish including 2 at the same time! I know you are all dying for pictures but I cant find the cord to connec the camera to the computer so you will all have to wait on the edge of your seats... sorry. Brian has been trying to patiently introduce me to Lord of the RIngs. First off, lets face the reality, i have seen all of the movies multiple times, but if you have ever watched a movie with me you are aware that I cannot just watch a movie, i need to do something else at the same time. Anyway I think Brian is hoping that his commentary will help me sit still, we only have an hour left so we might just make it.
We hope that you all have a very exciting week!!
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they've faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don't worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The race is long and, in the end, it's only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else's.
Read the directions, even if you don't follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they'll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it's worth.
I am so glad that you all had the opportunity to read the uplifting words to that advice column/commencement address (the orgin is still disputed) I think that even though the song is a bit cheesy the advice given is actually applicable to most of us...
So besides listening to cheesy songs what have we been up to? Well that is a great question. We havent been up to much. Yesterday we celebrated our secong wedding anniversary... we bought new furniture last weekend to celebrate (if you havent been introduced to my facination with Ikea please see the previous blog entry). I feel like an old married person now, lets face it 2 years is a long time to be married at BYU.
Brian still in school (only a few weeks left). I think that he is ready for a break and then graduation, not sure how he feels about those last two semesters. He went fishing twice this last week. On Friday night he caught several catfish including 2 at the same time! I know you are all dying for pictures but I cant find the cord to connec the camera to the computer so you will all have to wait on the edge of your seats... sorry. Brian has been trying to patiently introduce me to Lord of the RIngs. First off, lets face the reality, i have seen all of the movies multiple times, but if you have ever watched a movie with me you are aware that I cannot just watch a movie, i need to do something else at the same time. Anyway I think Brian is hoping that his commentary will help me sit still, we only have an hour left so we might just make it.
We hope that you all have a very exciting week!!
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
I can see us walking slowly arm in, just like that couple on the corner do
Baby Ive been searching like everybody else
Cant say nothing different about myself
sometimes Im an angel and somtimes Im cruel
When it comes to love Im just another fool....
When the years have done irrepairable harm
I can see us walking slowly arm in arm
just like that couple on the corner do
girl, i will always be in love with you
when i look in your eyes
i still see that spark
until the shadows fall
until the room grows dark....
Brian and I have been married almost 2 years (2 years this coming sunday). I would have never guessed that we would get married the night that I met him. In case you arent already painfully aware of the story of how we met here it is...
First you need a little bit of background information... Brian and I are a little bit "intense... we both are pretty sure that we are right all of the time and we "enjoy" debating things. So with that said you can guess that our first encounter wasnt exactly smooth sailing...
Brian came over for dinner one sunday night... one of his friends was "going out with" one of my roommates so we thought having them over would be a good idea. Anyway so these boys came over and they seemed nice enough... then we sat down for dinner. We managed to start the "painful get to know you" small talk and started talking about our majors. When we got to mine Brian said "Art history? What are you going to do with that?" he claims it was an innocent question but I am not sure about that... anyway I changed my major and now I wonder the same thing about art history. So after we got over that Brian went on to tell me not to write my missionary... yes that is correct. If you have met Brian you know he likes a challenge... he knew one of the roommates had a missionary and was more than a little interested in seeing what would happen with that... we proceeded to talk about missionaries, mission stories (this one time in argentina), politics, school etc. By the time we got to dessert I wasnt Brian's biggest fan. I dont like it when people argue with me and Brian REALLY likes to be right... so we spent most of the time arguing while the other people tried to eat in peace. After dinner I got a welcomed phone call from my dad, I went in the other room to talk to on the phone and kept getting phone calls from a random (801) number. Since I was on the phone with my dad I obviously didnt answer and when I finished my phone call and went into the living room all my roommates were laughing, it turns out that Brian was the one calling.... he convinced my roommates to give him my number "to be funny", needless to say by this time I was really ready for him to leave... I complained about him the rest of the weekend and into the next week. I flew home for thanksgiving later that week and the day before thanksgiving while I was at the grocery store with LOTS of family members I got a phone call from the (801) area code again... turns out he didnt just want my number to be annoying....
So you get the gist of the story... it wasnt love at first sight but things turned out pretty well... it turns out Brian wasnt quite what I thought he was, and I turned out to be slightly nicer than he orignally thought. When I met Brian's older brother Jared and his wife Diana a few weeks later they explained that "Brian is a little intense", I think that might be the understatement of the year but I still love him and I needed someone that was willing to stand up to me and fight for their voice to be heard.
Anyway we have had a fantastic 2 years and are looking forward to the future and whatever it holds. Happy Anniversary Bri!
In honor of our anniversary here are some pictures of Brian's latest fish, he caught them at scofield last thursday
This is a little bit after we met, I had forgiven him for arguing with me by this point... Brian decided that he only wanted "practical" christmas gifts, he has obviously given that up
I realized the other day that we have been in our little Wymount home for two years (I moved in on May 16, 2008). Since we have moved in lots has changed in our little home. I thought the transformation was interesting, maybe you will too... if you dont sorry. Brian was wonderfully accomodating as I slowly decided that all of our stuff was junk. He went with me to pick out new stuff, paid for it and put it together. THANKS BRIAN!
Our first time stepping into our lovely Wymount home...
Ugly pile of stuff... this was what our apartment looked like about 10 minutes after we moved in...
See the food shelf... it isnt that exciting, I am just glad to be done with that...
Our apartment right after we moved in... see everyone is working on the flowers for our wedding... yeah see the wonderful food shelf in the living room. good thing that is done...
Our old couch and chair... thank goodness for Ikea...
After Ikea...
Our new couch.... there is a funny story about this... When Ikea first opened in Utah I wanted to go get a couch... in case you werent aware I like Ikea, they have a big enough variety and lets face it they are cheap, when I am not a college student I might not love them but for the time being I do... anyway back to the story... I had a couch picked out, it was red (obviously), we went to Ikea and Brian did not like it. He thought it was way too hard... in reality it was but it was cute. We found this one next to it, it was much more comfortable. Anyway Brian thought they would run out of the couch and we would never get it, so we got it that night, turns out they still have the couch... anyway.
Our cute desks that Brian built
Our kitchen the way it was before we got the wonderful island... see the boxes...
2008
Our new furniture... in boxes...Happy Anniversary
The frightening label on one of our Ikea items...
Brian building our bed... you should know that I did help
Our New Bed!!!! Pretend the room is clean and that this is a good picture. Our bedroom is really small so I couldnt get a picture of the whole bed...
Brian building our very exciting new dressers
The Kitchen... not very exciting but a little bit different than the way it was 2 years ago...
Our Living Room May 2008... in case your are interested Brian built all of the lovely Ikea furniture in the room... did you notive the lovely candy cane curtains!
Cant say nothing different about myself
sometimes Im an angel and somtimes Im cruel
When it comes to love Im just another fool....
When the years have done irrepairable harm
I can see us walking slowly arm in arm
just like that couple on the corner do
girl, i will always be in love with you
when i look in your eyes
i still see that spark
until the shadows fall
until the room grows dark....
Brian and I have been married almost 2 years (2 years this coming sunday). I would have never guessed that we would get married the night that I met him. In case you arent already painfully aware of the story of how we met here it is...
First you need a little bit of background information... Brian and I are a little bit "intense... we both are pretty sure that we are right all of the time and we "enjoy" debating things. So with that said you can guess that our first encounter wasnt exactly smooth sailing...
Brian came over for dinner one sunday night... one of his friends was "going out with" one of my roommates so we thought having them over would be a good idea. Anyway so these boys came over and they seemed nice enough... then we sat down for dinner. We managed to start the "painful get to know you" small talk and started talking about our majors. When we got to mine Brian said "Art history? What are you going to do with that?" he claims it was an innocent question but I am not sure about that... anyway I changed my major and now I wonder the same thing about art history. So after we got over that Brian went on to tell me not to write my missionary... yes that is correct. If you have met Brian you know he likes a challenge... he knew one of the roommates had a missionary and was more than a little interested in seeing what would happen with that... we proceeded to talk about missionaries, mission stories (this one time in argentina), politics, school etc. By the time we got to dessert I wasnt Brian's biggest fan. I dont like it when people argue with me and Brian REALLY likes to be right... so we spent most of the time arguing while the other people tried to eat in peace. After dinner I got a welcomed phone call from my dad, I went in the other room to talk to on the phone and kept getting phone calls from a random (801) number. Since I was on the phone with my dad I obviously didnt answer and when I finished my phone call and went into the living room all my roommates were laughing, it turns out that Brian was the one calling.... he convinced my roommates to give him my number "to be funny", needless to say by this time I was really ready for him to leave... I complained about him the rest of the weekend and into the next week. I flew home for thanksgiving later that week and the day before thanksgiving while I was at the grocery store with LOTS of family members I got a phone call from the (801) area code again... turns out he didnt just want my number to be annoying....
So you get the gist of the story... it wasnt love at first sight but things turned out pretty well... it turns out Brian wasnt quite what I thought he was, and I turned out to be slightly nicer than he orignally thought. When I met Brian's older brother Jared and his wife Diana a few weeks later they explained that "Brian is a little intense", I think that might be the understatement of the year but I still love him and I needed someone that was willing to stand up to me and fight for their voice to be heard.
Anyway we have had a fantastic 2 years and are looking forward to the future and whatever it holds. Happy Anniversary Bri!
In honor of our anniversary here are some pictures of Brian's latest fish, he caught them at scofield last thursday
This is a little bit after we met, I had forgiven him for arguing with me by this point... Brian decided that he only wanted "practical" christmas gifts, he has obviously given that up
I realized the other day that we have been in our little Wymount home for two years (I moved in on May 16, 2008). Since we have moved in lots has changed in our little home. I thought the transformation was interesting, maybe you will too... if you dont sorry. Brian was wonderfully accomodating as I slowly decided that all of our stuff was junk. He went with me to pick out new stuff, paid for it and put it together. THANKS BRIAN!
Our first time stepping into our lovely Wymount home...
Ugly pile of stuff... this was what our apartment looked like about 10 minutes after we moved in...
See the food shelf... it isnt that exciting, I am just glad to be done with that...
Our apartment right after we moved in... see everyone is working on the flowers for our wedding... yeah see the wonderful food shelf in the living room. good thing that is done...
Our old couch and chair... thank goodness for Ikea...
After Ikea...
Our new couch.... there is a funny story about this... When Ikea first opened in Utah I wanted to go get a couch... in case you werent aware I like Ikea, they have a big enough variety and lets face it they are cheap, when I am not a college student I might not love them but for the time being I do... anyway back to the story... I had a couch picked out, it was red (obviously), we went to Ikea and Brian did not like it. He thought it was way too hard... in reality it was but it was cute. We found this one next to it, it was much more comfortable. Anyway Brian thought they would run out of the couch and we would never get it, so we got it that night, turns out they still have the couch... anyway.
Our cute desks that Brian built
Our kitchen the way it was before we got the wonderful island... see the boxes...
2008
Our new furniture... in boxes...Happy Anniversary
The frightening label on one of our Ikea items...
Brian building our bed... you should know that I did help
Our New Bed!!!! Pretend the room is clean and that this is a good picture. Our bedroom is really small so I couldnt get a picture of the whole bed...
Brian building our very exciting new dressers
The Kitchen... not very exciting but a little bit different than the way it was 2 years ago...
Our Living Room May 2008... in case your are interested Brian built all of the lovely Ikea furniture in the room... did you notive the lovely candy cane curtains!
Monday, May 5, 2008
The Ending of an Era...
For all of those that were worried the title of this post was taken from a song, no worries nothing too exciting is happening.
I think that in order to really understand the title you need some context so here you go...
I think I'll take a moment
celebrate my age
the ending of an era
and the turning of a page
now its time to focus on where I go from here
Lord have mercy on my next thirty years...
(If you werent already painfully aware I do love country music, I know it is a sickness but I still love it)
I was listening to this song the other night and I thought it described how I have been feeling about this new phase of life. In case you didnt know some big things have been happening for Brian and Ashley Suker. Here are the updates:
Brian:
Brian went fishing over the weekend, he has figured out how to actually use his inflatable boat (it needed more air) and he caught five little trouts over the weekend. This is a picture of his biggest trout of that day (I need to clarify this isnt his biggest trout ever, just for that day)
Brian found a wonderful pontoon at Costco for $299.99, which I guess is a good deal... well there might be an update about that later but I thought I would give you all a heads up, Brian is serious about fishing...
Brian started school again last week, this is an interesting experience for us, I am usually the one that goes spring/summer but this summer I am taking time off (well I am not sure it was really a choice) so I am just working and he is going to school... I am not sure how this will work out, I just cant stop bothering him hopefully I will get better.
Brian recieved an offer in early April from PriceWaterhouse Coopers in Dallas, Texas. he offically accepted his offer and we will be moving to Dallas next summer. Congratulations Brian!
Ashley:
I am officially a college graduate (hence the ending of an era). I never thought that this day would come but I am officially Ashley Suker B.S. All of my grades have been submitted to the University and my carefree days as an undergraduate are over. Even though BYU and I got off to a rocky start this has been a wonderful experience, I would not trade my time here, and I do have to thank my parents for "forcing" me to come here in the first place (well force is a strong word but let's just say they gently nudged me in the right direction). I do think that it is time to contact those high school teachers who thought I wouldnt get into college and let them know that not only did I get in but I graduated and I got into grad. school, okay maybe I need to just let that go. It is interesting to be done with school, I planned to go to college for so long that I forgot to plan what I would do after I finished... oh well that is why I am continuing on. Graduation was exciting... my parents and brother and sister made the long trek from California all the way to Happy Valley. My grandparents were also able to make it, it was very exciting to have three generations of BYU grads. in one place. We all had a fun time trying on the cap and gown (sorry there are no pictures of my family, imagine them). The processional happened in the snow... I see a serious problem with the weather, I survived the frigid weather dont worry.
I turned 22 last week. I pulled out the list of things I planned to do before age 30 (you know those idiotic assignments they make you do in 7th grade language arts... what a good way to teach people how to read) while I was home and I am happy/sad to report that I have accomplished a majority of the list. I cant believe that I am getting so old (sorry to everyone that is older than 22). I guess I just thought 22 was a bit farther away... oh well. I got to spend the whole week in California with my parents and brother and sister. It was very exciting!
And finally the moment you have all be waiting for... pictures of graduation
Here are some exciting pictures of our graduation experience, imagine "the kids" and my parents...
Something about this picture seems so ironic to me...
I DID IT!!!
We all tried on my graduation "outfit" before commencement... one person had the cap, the other had the gown, anyway you will have to imagine how "the kids" looked.
The beginning of the processional... in the snow
Going up to accept my empty diploma holder
This is me getting ready, I am not sure about this picture but it has some artistic qualities to it... so you all get to see it.
I think that in order to really understand the title you need some context so here you go...
I think I'll take a moment
celebrate my age
the ending of an era
and the turning of a page
now its time to focus on where I go from here
Lord have mercy on my next thirty years...
(If you werent already painfully aware I do love country music, I know it is a sickness but I still love it)
I was listening to this song the other night and I thought it described how I have been feeling about this new phase of life. In case you didnt know some big things have been happening for Brian and Ashley Suker. Here are the updates:
Brian:
Brian went fishing over the weekend, he has figured out how to actually use his inflatable boat (it needed more air) and he caught five little trouts over the weekend. This is a picture of his biggest trout of that day (I need to clarify this isnt his biggest trout ever, just for that day)
Brian found a wonderful pontoon at Costco for $299.99, which I guess is a good deal... well there might be an update about that later but I thought I would give you all a heads up, Brian is serious about fishing...
Brian started school again last week, this is an interesting experience for us, I am usually the one that goes spring/summer but this summer I am taking time off (well I am not sure it was really a choice) so I am just working and he is going to school... I am not sure how this will work out, I just cant stop bothering him hopefully I will get better.
Brian recieved an offer in early April from PriceWaterhouse Coopers in Dallas, Texas. he offically accepted his offer and we will be moving to Dallas next summer. Congratulations Brian!
Ashley:
I am officially a college graduate (hence the ending of an era). I never thought that this day would come but I am officially Ashley Suker B.S. All of my grades have been submitted to the University and my carefree days as an undergraduate are over. Even though BYU and I got off to a rocky start this has been a wonderful experience, I would not trade my time here, and I do have to thank my parents for "forcing" me to come here in the first place (well force is a strong word but let's just say they gently nudged me in the right direction). I do think that it is time to contact those high school teachers who thought I wouldnt get into college and let them know that not only did I get in but I graduated and I got into grad. school, okay maybe I need to just let that go. It is interesting to be done with school, I planned to go to college for so long that I forgot to plan what I would do after I finished... oh well that is why I am continuing on. Graduation was exciting... my parents and brother and sister made the long trek from California all the way to Happy Valley. My grandparents were also able to make it, it was very exciting to have three generations of BYU grads. in one place. We all had a fun time trying on the cap and gown (sorry there are no pictures of my family, imagine them). The processional happened in the snow... I see a serious problem with the weather, I survived the frigid weather dont worry.
I turned 22 last week. I pulled out the list of things I planned to do before age 30 (you know those idiotic assignments they make you do in 7th grade language arts... what a good way to teach people how to read) while I was home and I am happy/sad to report that I have accomplished a majority of the list. I cant believe that I am getting so old (sorry to everyone that is older than 22). I guess I just thought 22 was a bit farther away... oh well. I got to spend the whole week in California with my parents and brother and sister. It was very exciting!
And finally the moment you have all be waiting for... pictures of graduation
Here are some exciting pictures of our graduation experience, imagine "the kids" and my parents...
Something about this picture seems so ironic to me...
I DID IT!!!
We all tried on my graduation "outfit" before commencement... one person had the cap, the other had the gown, anyway you will have to imagine how "the kids" looked.
The beginning of the processional... in the snow
Going up to accept my empty diploma holder
This is me getting ready, I am not sure about this picture but it has some artistic qualities to it... so you all get to see it.
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