A Day in the Life...

This message is brought to you from the arctic tundra disguised as Rexburg, Idaho.     

Just for kicks and giggles I thought I would give you a little peek into a day in the life of ME. 

                          ...oh and PS forgive me as I experiment 

with different ways of writing my blog.

Good morning obnoxious phone alarm! 'Boy I wish I could sleep another hour...' I get up and peek out the window to see what the weather is like: BLUE skies.  But what the sky didn't tell me was that it was 10 degrees with heavy winds.


Breakfast was a scrumptious bowl of Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch.  Because it is a lazy day, I pull my hair up in a pony tail, and put on my favorite blue tights and skirt.  Before I leave for my 9:00 class I take one last look at my sadly messy room and
                                                                                                                                        unmade bed...

This morning I thoroughly underestimated the temperature....by A LOT! Well, for any non-Rexburgers, let me show you what one might wear to walk to class:

1) Coat

2) Super awesome earmuffs

3) Scarf

4) fuzzy gloves

...oh and don't forget wool socks!

As I make the 15 minute walk to class I listen to my favorite song Sweet Disposition by the Temper trap. 

When I get back from class it is time for lunch...lets just say we have more than enough food...

Well lunch comes and goes, and I head off to math (bleh).  Despite my unyielding hate for math, I do admit I have a pretty funny teacher.  The other day we were talking about budgeting and how it is important for married couples to discuss their finances.  He then said, "Men, don't talk to your wives about your budget late at night.  It won't make them happy. Besides you have better things to do at night....trust me..."  Well lets just leave it at that.  

Well today is Monday (obviously) and that means FHE!  We had a short lesson, discussed future activities, and ate root beer floats. YUM  

Whats left for my day?  Scripture reading, bed, lights out...

P.S. here is some food for thought:

"Every ounce of sacrifice is an investment in HAPPINESS."

The Girl Effect: The Clock is Ticking

Hey everybody!  I hope you enjoyed my last post and got a good laugh out of it : ) 

Well in my developing world class we have been assigned groups and each group chooses a country they will focus on for the semester.  My group picked Kenya (of course) and I have LOVED every minute learning more about beautiful Kenya.  At the same time, it it hard to once again see the struggles that people in Kenya deal with everyday.  This is a video I saw a few weeks ago and it's something that is often on my mind.  It is truly an eye-opener and a video worth sharing with others.  I remember the strong, beautiful, and promising girls I met in Kenya and hope that I can do my part to make sure these girls won't ever have the same fate as many girls before them. 

Yours truly ~Nichole

Martha Stewart Edition

Hello there everyone! Well this post is really for my parents so they can laugh at my continuing trend to burn things...the semester started off great with a fabulous Sunday dinner of stir-fry, muffins, and a delicious salad.  Lets just say it went down hill from there...It was silly of me to think that my bad cooking days were behind me, but when you wear a cute purple apron and have a perfect batch of muffins you feel like the greatest little homemaker : )  

Well, you catch my drift...

Fast forward a week and you get this:

Burnt grilled cheese

And here's where it gets even better:

It's a rock! It's coal!...It's 4 Pillsbury biscuits left in the oven for over two hours...

Well it was like any other night at the apartment; I grabbed a few things out of the fridge to whip up some dinner for myself.  I made myself some mac-n-cheese (a college staple) and then I thought it would be yummy to bake the rest of my biscuits.  Well the trouble began when I burned my mac-n-cheese while talking on the phone with my mom.  But that was the least of my problems.  I happily ate my gross dinner and proceeded to do some homework.  I walked back in the kitchen where Allysa my room mate was eating her dinner.  We were talking for a bit and couldn't put our finger on the burnt smell in the apartment.  We figured it was just from everyone making dinner on or cheap/lame stove that always stunk.  Then Julie walked in and started to investigate.  Well she being the smart one, opened the oven; well lo and behold we found the culprit.  After we were done laughing for a good five minutes we decide to do some dissecting and this is what we found:

There wasn't a single inch of these poor biscuits that weren't black.  Well there goes my dreams of being the future Martha Stewart.  I guess it just isn't in the cards for me! I hope you got a good laugh out of this and have a great week!

See ya, love ya, bye

Nichole

P.S. never put anything in the oven without a timer.

Ants

When I was younger I remember watching an Arthur episode where he had the coolest portable ant farm in a clear conntainer and I thought it would be so awesome to have one!  Well years later, I still have never had an ant farm like Arthurs...but it got me thinking as I was walking on campus the other day.  As I observed everyone meandering to their different classes, everone on their own little route from point A to point B, I couldn't help but feel like we were all little ants scrambling around in one big ant farm.  People crossing paths going everwhich way with seemingly no direction, I thought, 'Where am I going? What is my purpose?'.  I wondered how often I have carelessly wandered through life like a silly little ant.  Well it sure has been food for thought this week.  Are you an ant?

Typewriter

Well let me just preface this...I miss being in English and writing papers which gave me an excuse to write intelligently, in a way that is fading away like a setting sun...

I can't help but wish I were using a typewriter.  The beautiful mechanics at work while I madly hit the keystrokes and doing my best not to make a mistake.  No delete, no cut and paste, just a raw account of me and my flaws.  Nothing is more exciting than the sound of each letter etching its way onto a clean white sheet of paper, and the dainty "ding" you hear when you've reached the end of the page and get to manually slide it back to continue typing.  Yes, how I wish this were a typewriter.

College 101

Lo and behold I have finally made my way up to the BYU Idaho campus!  There were times when I never thought I would never survive the arduous wait to attend college.  Would I would say it was worth the wait? Well lets just say I'm practicing patience...

Thanks to the help of my FABULOUS parents, I am well settled in and have enough food to feed a third world country.  I never thought I fit all of my stuff in a room that would put Harry Potter's cupboard to shame, but I did!  I love my room mates, I love going to class, and most importantly I love my independence.  I have cooked every meal for myself and not eaten out once. (The best part is wearing my cute apron!)  I walk everywhere and it feels better than driving a car.  My favorite is when I get to walk to class in the snow, while it's snowing : ) At home, my life was eat, sleep, work, repeat.  Here it is almost like I have too much free time, and yes I am enjoying wasting it for the time being, but plan on using this time to be productive and read all of those classics that have been pilling up on my shelf.  On that same note, I will try my upmost to keep this blog current and write often, since I struggle with keeping a journal. 

Well thats it for today! Kwaheri rafiki