tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-87405379840201718092024-03-14T08:26:55.604-07:00JackI am passionate,comical, entertaining, a little annoying, slightly irrational...and among other things a college student.Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.comBlogger81125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-60431298603731001562015-06-30T22:41:00.000-07:002015-06-30T22:41:24.440-07:00June 17- The day my life changed.Well, it was dramatic but I dont know that it fully sunk in that I had a child till a few days later. when the epidural and morphine all fully left my system. Even now I am still in shock that I have a sweet little boy, currently 3 lbs 12 oz, a bottle sucking big boy who is no longer in an incubator.<br />
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As many of you know, I was induced on the 16th at 9 pm. It was all naturally, with the help of little balloons they inserted that would help my cervix expand. And 6 hours later I was contracting. Wow that sucked. by 9 am the next day I had an epidural, and I had never felt so relieved and relaxed in my life. Little baby boy didnt love my contractions, by 11 am the doctor came in to tell me it was time to pull the plug on the idea of delivering vaginally. Cliffords heart rate kept dropping with each contraction. So it was time to prep for surgery. Hayden was pumped. (see picture below)<br />
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Obviously, the c section is a pretty standard an un-eventful surgery. But it doesnt change the fact that I was WIPED out from it. I puked before, during and after. Super grateful I felt nothing. And the whole process didnt take that long, but Im so glad Hayden was there. I remember Clifford being pulled from me with a loud cry, and Hayden crying out "hes perfect". He was able to hold him right away while I just lay there feeling very lifeless and drugged. Someone needed to hold our baby right away, and I most certainly couldnt. </div>
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3 hours later, I finally was able to hold my baby. Again so grateful for Hayden. He was able to be with him the whole time. I always have known Hayden would be an amazing father, but he is seriously going above and beyond. He is OBSESSED with our little guy. </div>
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No one wants to be in the NICU or have a baby that is 6 weeks early. But to be honest giving birth, staying in the hospital, and visiting our baby there everyday has been pretty ideal. Clifford came out breathing on his own, he is now eating 70% of his feedings from a bottle, he maintains his own body temperature and therefore he sleeps in a big boy bed. We have hopes of going home soon. </div>
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I think the real fun will begin once he is in our home. I spend as much time in the NICU as I can, but it still means that I miss out on A LOT of time with him, and I do feel a little bit distant at times. But I am really hoping that once he is home, and I have to take care of him all day long I will feel better and more like his mom.</div>
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Clifford has changed my life. In a perfect way. I never would have pegged myself for the selfless type but it truly does come so naturally now. He is so sweet and small and I want the absolute best for him. My main worry is that I will not be a good enough mom for him, I want to be everything for him. Im pretty sure thats what motherhood should feel like. </div>
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Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-25996686801788439462015-06-08T20:39:00.002-07:002015-06-08T20:39:59.105-07:00Introducing Clifford. well this is a little depressing. its been years since i have updated. blogging is not for the faint of heart.<br />
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much has happened in the 2 and a half years I have spent married to hayden and living in idaho. I would be lying if I said I wasnt living a dream here with him. He truly is my saving grace, and love of my life. and our family will be growing to 3 in just a matter of weeks. how the heck did that happen?! it feels like just yesterday the two of us were just wild kids down at EA having a good time.<br />
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I think the weirdest feeling about our family growing is swallowing the fact that I, Jackie will be a mother. Lots of girls totally have a calling for that kind of thing...and well for me it just plain freaks me out. But as time is inching closer that we will meet the baby I am starting to really feel like I might actually like this whole gig:) My pregnancy started out pretty normal, the typical morning sickness and up until 27 weeks he was growing on track. and then the doctors discovered that my placenta was really aging quickly, and my umbilical cord was not pumping properly and our little guy was in the 10th percentile. So we got whisked into the high risk category of pregnancy, and it has been a roller coaster ever since. I really feel like this is all an effect of my RA, It only seems logical that my body would also go into attacking my placenta as well as my joints. So we just take it an appointment at a time, until they give us the word that baby is no longer safe in me. This weekend Wendy and Britney came to visit and help get everything in order before he does come. What a blessing! Especially since I do not have a knack for cleaning or decorating.<br />
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Her is a little 3D picture of our baby sucking on his thumb. He looks so much like hayden to me already.</div>
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the cutest nursery that my sisters helped me create! So pleased with how it turned out.</div>
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and here I am in all my 155 pounds of glory. the weight gain and water retention is not a pretty thing, and i am only 33 weeks! I selfishly hope I can give birth soon just to avoid the further spreading! </div>
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Well I believe I have given a pretty good synopsis of all that has been happening in our world. I am fully aware everything is about to change, but as each day passes I feel more and more excited for it all. As long as hayden is by my side I feel like nothing is impossible and every thing is an adventure. I have no doubt his offspring will give me those same feelings everyday too. Lets et this show on the road!!!</div>
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<br />Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-41006715132711672412013-11-08T08:28:00.000-08:002013-11-08T08:28:05.229-08:00November RamblingsWell its one of those nights Hayden has school till super late, so I have some free time to do whatever. So I made dinner, twice! ( because the first meal I cooked sucked), then I worked out, and now I blog. I am a productive machine! Oh and I accepted a promotion to be a banker yesterday...Im rolling! But in all seriousness, we are very grateful I got that promotion, an early Christmas gift you could say. Its funny cause when I first started with Wells Fargo I was so turned off by our pushy sales tactics, and I even once told Hayden and I quote " I will never be a banker, thats a terrible job!"....well money is a great motivator. No I'm kidding, what changed my mind would probably just have to be the principle of sticking it out. I have never had a job longer than the one I have now... and what once was a weakness can become a strength if you work hard. I still hate selling, and I hate when people do it to me..cause I have issues saying No. But I have made it my specialty to sell with a smile and kindness, people just think Im friendly when I talk about a loan. Its kinda awesome.<br />
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On a different note, the "holistic healing" of my arthritis is going much better. And I think I've narrowed it down to my adjustments from my chiropractor. They are really starting to make a difference. I haven't had too much trouble getting up in almost one full week. My goal is to be running by Christmas! When I started to feel better, I got a little worried cause as far as I was concerned nothing major changed in my diet, or in what ever else I did so I feared I was pregnant ( supposedly pregnancy cures RA)...were not. *deep breath*<br />
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And now I shall talk about my lesson to the Young Women I gave on sunday. Talk about a headache. Well a blessing headache, is there a such thing? Anyway, I obviously know Im not very creative. I suck at crafts and cute little bows and catchy phrases. So all those possibilities flew out the window when planning. I just really wanted to plan a lesson that would reach the Young Women, that they could hear what I had to say and it wouldnt be too far off in relation to what they were experiencing. The whole title of the Lesson was "overcoming your problems"....and well lets see I have had many problems, and most of which I have overcome. I know that when your in high school boys are a huge fat freaking deal. So I may or may not have told the saga of Hayden ripping my heart out and then giving it back to me. Such a sweet tale. No but really, I know that we as girls WIG out over that kind of thing, we literally think its the end of the world if your not loved back. Well I told them about how its not the end of the world. And I shared with the the Mormon Message "Mountains to Climb". Which really quickly I will share that for one second I tried to get creative with that talk and bought the candy "mounds" and put them in a really ugly pumpkin vase I bought at walmart...and I forgot to hand them out....Moving along, I felt the lesson went well, theres obviously going to always be those young women who avoid eye contact, the ones that text and talk, and the ones who look at you like you are an alien from another planet. but I know deep down that they get me. They've been there. and if there not its coming. and believe me I told them that too. Life only gets harder and that better cling to that testimony of theres. Im so glad i developed a sense of who i was before I married Hayden. Im so happy i had a boat load of trials before having a husband. I like that I have a past...a good, happy, full one. It makes marriage so much more rewarding now.<br />
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Well i think thats all I got. I dont have a baby yet, so I dont post pictures. follow me on insta for that. hahahah I have always wanted to do a "follow me" shout out. Check that off the list:)Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-57022955702786128062013-10-13T15:23:00.000-07:002013-10-13T15:23:11.886-07:00One Year.its been close to one year since I have hopped on here to talk about my life. which is so funny to me. why would I stop blogging about my life when I am the most happiest. I should want to remember all of this. as we all know I got married in january, and I have been living in Boise ever since. Hayden works his tail off with his lawn business, I work at the bank, and currently we both serve with the youth. Oh and hayden goes to school full time. God bless him.<br />
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I dont really know how or where to start on summing up the beginning stages of our marriage, the ups and downs and all the blessings in between. I guess I will do a top five list. The top five memorable things that have happened thus far.<br />
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1. we have made 3 trips back to Arizona since January. all in a car. thats been memorable. One of the trips we were able to take pierce back with us, that was fun. hayden is obsessed with road trips I have learned. He gets an extreme high off them. I enjoy them, just not in the night. and most times we have left in the evening and drive the whole night through. I am fully familiar with nevada and its extreme lasting dreariness. not much in that state.<br />
2. the temple. We have made it a priority to spend time there, and of course we should go more, but we have been extremely blessed for the times we have gone. I love that place, but I especially love it with Hayden. We went to the Mesa temple one time when we were in Arizona. and that place was PACKED, like an event center!!<br />
3. Hayden bought me my first car. MY CAR. it was pretty cool, and I must say I still love the freedom of having something that is MINE. (you learn to share everything in a big family).<br />
4. Currently we have made the big decision to go off all my RA meds, and try a homeopathic route. It has been something very painful to go through...and I am so blessed to not have to do it alone. It is so humbling, and it brings us together. Most mornings he piggy backs me down the stairs, gets me out of bed, gets me a glass of water in the night (because at that point my joints are too tight to walk). He does it all, and he does it with a smile.He is a hero. oh and he tells my doctors off when I am too nice to stick up for myself.<br />
5. I cant really think of any other major things that have took place, but just being here, in a new place for me, and being by his side is huge. Every day with him is an adventure. there is no one like him. I love taking part in all the season changes has to offer. Autumn is AMAZING. i cant believe I have gone my whole life without one...winter on the other hand...:/<br />
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anyway, my update is that I am more in love than I was a year ago, and I am that much more blessed because of my marriage.Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-89366950704620422472012-10-25T23:41:00.000-07:002012-10-25T23:51:30.179-07:00The curve ball. How do you start the story that begins with every dream you ever had coming true. How do you begin that tender story?<br />
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My last post I left you all with the Quote from Elder Holland. "Some blessings come soon, some come late...but for those who embrace the Gospel of Jesus Christ THEY COME".<br />
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And he came. Hayden came back.<br />
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Just when my heart stopped aching over him, just when he stopped being my secret prayer, when I finally started to find my new identity aside from him... He found me. It is so cliche, but the only thing I can think of when I think of mine and his love story is that God is aware of us. He wants his children happy. And we all know Hayden made me happy. I am so blessed to have him back. It was great being the strong bitter girl who got broken up with, the girl who was going to conquer the world with all her spite...but I must say its good to just be in love. Its good to be back, I missed telling my blog audience how much I love him, and how I couldn't wait to start a life with such a perfect man. Reality. That is now my reality. I couldn't be in more love, or more happy with exactly how my life has played out. The hurt I felt all seems like centuries ago. His mission is like some crazy dream, I cant believe I wrote him for as long as I did. And thats one of the beautiful perks, is that were different people. Were older, he is certainly more mature, we have new visions, the two of us were able to experience life changing things while we were apart...but those things have now bonded us. I wouldn't be the Jackie I am today without those 8 months of hurt. And Hayd wouldn't be who he is without being so completely engulfed in the last 6 months of his mission, and he needed this summer to discover what was important to him. Again, not exactly my time table. But God knows whats up.<br />
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My decision to pick up and move forward with Hayden was one that taught me to forgive, and Him coming back to me consisted of eating the worlds biggest humble pie. Cause lets be honest, my family was a little less than thrilled when I told them the initial news, and no one was ready to give a "welcome back" hug. But I was. I have always known it was him. Even when everyone told me he wasn't. When no one believed we could wait for each other, I still had faith. Hayden is my own miracle. The miracle I never knew I needed, he has changed my life in too many important ways. And he does it in unsuspecting ways. So typical him. He LOVES surprises. And Im pretty sure I have a life full of those with him. Subtlety isnt exactly his specialty. But that is why I love him. He isn't main stream. He would break my heart, confirm it, and then come crawling back, and a month and a half later ask me to marry him. were a match though. Because I will, without hesitance, jump on board.<br />
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So Im sure you gathered the gist of what has happened. Were in love, and were getting married!!!! I seriously am the luckiest girl in the world to get to spend the rest of my life with someone as crazy as I am, someone who rivals my funnies, someone with abnormal amounts of drive, someone so naturally smart and someone who I know will never stop loving me. He is going to always take care of me, and its my favorite that he isnt scared of my arthritis. cause to me its quite freaky, but he still sees someone strong, someone who will fight, and he believes in me. He is what we call the package, people. Everyday I spend with him is like coming home, soft and sweet, it was all worth the wait and pain.<br />
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So mark your calendars, January 19. Here comes the bride!!!!!!!!!<br />
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<br />Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-58600871950944083202012-08-21T01:38:00.008-07:002015-06-08T20:48:00.263-07:00Summer update: some vacations, some heartache, some new plans, you know the usual. <div>
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Today Casey called me on his lunch break, the two of us are pretty good at complaining to eachother. Its just nice to talk to someone and not have a filter. So we get all of our negative feelings out and then hang up. Im not sure if we really even listen to eachother, its just the comfort of having someone to vent to. Well today he started out some big long negative theory on why his life sucked, and then he was like 'i know its not that bad, I have a job and a wife, and its not like Im missing an eye or a leg...' and then he just stopped and we both busted up laughing. And all of a sudden we couldnt complain anymore. Cause thats just it. We both have healthy bodies. We have jobs. We have plenty of people surrounding us who love us. End of story. Life is good. </div>
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Its been so easy lately to get upset, or discouraged. My body has aged like 40 years in the past six months. It makes it hard to do the things I love, hell it makes it hard to just walk down the stairs. And aside from that I have been working through a shit ton of heartache. But perspective is everything. Simplicity is where its at. Gratitude and forgiveness can heal any situation.</div>
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At the end of the day Im glad I have swollen fingers, at least I have fingers. Im glad my heart hurts so badly, it means something beats inside of me, I know how to love, Im glad im confused about what route to take with school, it means I am determined to get a degree, Im glad I spend too much money, it means I look cute everyday. </div>
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there is so much to be said about dissapointment and relying on Gods timetable. It truly is a miraculous and amazing thing. And the coolest part is that He never fails. Elder Holland said 'Some blessings come soon, some come late, and some dont come until heaven, but for those who embrace the gospel of Jesus Christ they come'. </div>
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So theres my little 2 cents/what I have learned this summer. I am the biggest work in progress. I never would have guessed this part of my life. It is playing out oh so very differently than what I had pictured. But you know what? Its still beautiful.</div>
Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-58220673239119227882012-05-12T23:38:00.002-07:002012-05-14T22:30:59.194-07:00Summer begins.So, Im here. Im back. It feels really good. I am so relieved. Its all over. Finished out the semester with good grades, passed all my finals, the 24 hour flu didnt kill me, and Utah is behind me.<br />
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Im still processing just what the hell I am going to do with my life next. But like I said I feel relieved, a certain peace has come with being back home. I kid you not, the sunshine helps me think more clearly.<br />
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I am still in limbo right now though, it feels like Im on vacation, like being in Arizona is 'play time', except for thats going to end real quick. I moved back into Wendy's, this time I unpacked ALL my bags, hung my clothes up, and Im actually going to treat this place like my new home. I have decided that I am going to do everything opposite as to what I would usually do. And the old Jackie wouldnt unpack. She would live out of suitcases. The old Jackie would also shy away from a full time job, and say absolutely not to part time school. She also would hate the idea of Arizona State University. Well, I'm looking for new results in my life. So that means changing, adjusting, trying new things, things that initially suck. But Im ready for it. Its scary to be back. So scary. I still cant see myself into the future, I used to be a pro at that. But everything starts to look foggy after next week. But im thinking thats a blessing. Cause 'projecting' was an old Jackie trait. I was talking to Wendy tonight, and I told her that I think the reason I feel awkward and unsure is because everything that is happening in my life is brand new. Everyday I am full of new thoughts. New ideas. A new story. And essentially a new me. And im recreating all of these things everyday. And when I left EA, its like I thought I would never have to keep doing that. I had many plans that I built on for months and months and months, that were supposed to come true. And they didnt. And so the storybook I closed when I left EA has been re opened. And its scary as hell. But I feel like I have a much stronger and resilient character to work with. I dont want to sound like a feminist or anything freaky like that. But I sincerly feel like I have walked through fire. I went ahead and did the one thing I never wanted to do, or thought I could do. And because I did that. I dont feel so scared anymore. Its like there is nothing more to take from me so I feel pretty fearless, things can only take off from here. So, although my 'future telling' skills have went away, they have been replaced with some better skills. Some raw coping skills. The kind that dont BS around. Im confident and unafraid. And that is better than the false security of having a plan.<br />
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Today I also said goodbye to Missy. She is getting married in a matter of weeks. talk about life changing, that girl may have me trumped. She is moving her whole entire life back east, to start a new one with a guy she never really dated. But she has so much faith. I am so happy for her. She deserves this more than anyone else.<br />
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An awesome perk to being home is being around loved ones. I love Dan. Today we floated the Salt River with some friends. So check my first burn of the summer off my list. Im cooked.<br />
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Today I am happy. Way happy. Logan is so beautiful when its not covered in snow. Its warm, I can wear things that expose my skin. My classes are so close to being done. And home is just days away.<br />
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This is the least stressed I have felt all semester. The sun finally broke through the clouds. WOO HOO!<br />
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Heres a look at the past few weeks!!! Trust me, it hasnt looked like this the 4 months I have been here! But sheesh, It is a sight to see now!<br />
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<br />Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-50968078183757839112012-04-14T20:19:00.000-07:002012-04-14T20:19:21.037-07:00Utah State Swag.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Ya I take bathroom pics, what of it.Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-37567803673518611162012-04-09T17:55:00.002-07:002012-04-09T18:26:28.658-07:00Wedding=Party.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Here is a look at Caseys fabulous reception. Straight up fun. All of us LOVE our new sis in law Brit. She is perfect for Casey. We all know he is a bit insane. And she loves him anyway. </div>
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We attempted some sort of a line dance. We all failed miserably.<br />
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Doing what we do. Creepin in the corner.<br />
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It amazes me that my brothers can still find every nerve of mine. They are ruthless. But I love them. Anyone of them would do anything for me. I have learned that because since I have moved away I probably speak to each of them at least twice a week if not more.<br />
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My beautiful best friend!!<br />
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The sweetest little boy.<br />
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Jenna just had her little boy a couple weeks ago. He is absolutely precious. It is so weird to see Jenna be a mom to him though. Just yesterday we were in high school going nuts. Its crazy to see her transform into a mother almost overnight. Its cool to know that we have such innate abilities to love and care though. Makes it a less scary idea.Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-89627956471195850122012-04-05T21:59:00.000-07:002012-04-05T22:01:31.199-07:00Throwback Thursday.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In light of my post previous about growing up. i guess I am glad that I have aged. goll, I pray that I dont look like that anymore. haha, Jess looks so darn innocent. I love it. As much as I loved being 17, Im glad its over.Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-34227597728679960902012-03-31T21:00:00.001-07:002012-03-31T21:00:36.250-07:00CONF.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Heres a surprise. I came down to Provo this weekend to head up to conference with my girlllzz. Pretty darn fun. Bryn even got us tickets but we still got turned away, it was sooooo packed. So Whit and I sat outside on the grass in temple square, the weather was phenomenal. Not kidding. Utah has been so incredibly nice this past week or so. So this conference sesh was not like any other I have been to in the past couple of years. I think because I was genuinely anticipating hearing our prophet and apostles voices. I have mentioned it before, but I am doing a whole lot more studying of past conference talks...and when I say studying I mean I walk to class and listen to em on my phone haha. But either way, becoming so familiar with the apostles has brought an earnest desire to hear more, it has strengthened my faith in the things that they preach. I have a new love for the men that lead our church. And so today, I was so grateful to be up in Salt Lake, to listen and feel the love that those men have for us. And just like all things divinely inspired, it came just in time. I couldnt think of a more appropriate time for counsel to come for me. I have got a month till school ends, and a THOUSAND questions on what I should do, and where I should be. It was good to be reminded today that God loves us. And that were not alone. There is so much guidance all around us. Tender mercies are everywhere. I have felt in an extra hour of sleep this week, in finishing a tough math exam, in a phone call from a friend I havent talked to in ages. The Lord is looking out for us, there are blessings scattered all about our everyday lives. And He is doing it on purpose. So with that being said, two best things of this week...#1 it was 70 degrees:) I went and bought summer clothes!! woop woop!! and #2 that I got to end this week with people I love.Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-78465263618677997382012-03-28T21:33:00.003-07:002012-03-28T21:47:46.367-07:00Last B ball game of the semes!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKY-zRru_4IVWrX_Sby47tEdbb8VHfoOw3Z29iFutxP5uFSoT5iC9lQVvH0AE_ST5rLB-InabPTOyblFLspZOZBJ5fxMvz-2UNSHXyzcIxW9OU2y-UCQKdiASCeihi-rn6funlSfEoHh2v/s1600/IMG957515+%25281%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKY-zRru_4IVWrX_Sby47tEdbb8VHfoOw3Z29iFutxP5uFSoT5iC9lQVvH0AE_ST5rLB-InabPTOyblFLspZOZBJ5fxMvz-2UNSHXyzcIxW9OU2y-UCQKdiASCeihi-rn6funlSfEoHh2v/s320/IMG957515+%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5725175200575106306" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span ><u><br /></u></span></div><span ><br /></span>Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-67781077865943074902012-03-27T23:19:00.004-07:002012-03-30T12:56:18.085-07:00welcome to growing up.<span style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal;">so im starting to notice that we never stop growing. </span><br />
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I always do this little exercise when I feel confused in life. Its called "in a perfect world"... I used to really like this game. It used to help me assess who I was, who I wanted to be and how to get there. I would ask myself "Jackie in a perfect world, what would be happening in your life?" I dont really like this game anymore.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> Age has brought more experiences. some of them un pleasant. some out of my control. The kind that blind side you. "in a perfect world..." used to only consist of what experiences i wanted to create in my life. I never really had to take into account of how I would react to the experiences I didnt choose. Spoiled right? spoiled, and naive. </span></div>
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I guess you could say I am going through my first initiation into what we will now call the real world. This is where I have began deciding who is going to win. I am no longer 18 years old, I cant get away with the same "cute" mistakes and decisions as I have in the past. I dont get to blame much on immaturity anymore. I really do feel like this is a time in my life when I either sink or swim. Its been pretty un-nerving to realize that. Because its seriously a conscious decision every day. every. single. day. I have to decide to be strong jackie. not the weak one, who just wants to do whats easy. the one that wants to cry, and ask why. </div>
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"in a perfect world..." used to be something external. Looking back it really was just a control game, if anything. Life does not work that way though. You can do a pretty good job of aligning all your goals, even achieving them. But in the end we are not the ones who decide what growth we do and dont need. when our suffering begins and ends, we dont even get to decide when our joy is full.</div>
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Its all up to Heavenly Father. He knows our capabilities and capacities, He knows who and what we need. That has been a very frustrating truth to learn. It has meant letting go of my own tightly clutched beliefs and theories. My brother told me the other night that Heavenly Father is fully and completely aware of all the intricate details of our everyday life, our thoughts, feelings, desires and emotions. He knows whats going on in our head, and He has a plan. Nothing is by coincidence. His plan is greater than any idea or emotion that we can conjure up on our own. </div>
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I seriously hate this whole being out of control thing. I have always been obsessed with looking at my calendar, I love projecting where I will be in the future, I was all about a 5 year plan. These days I couldnt tell you where I will be next week haha. No, but seriously. <i>But its ok</i>. </div>
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Its a little bit scary. I kinda feel like I am walking in the dark. Not too sure where I am going to end up. And Im pretty positive that no matter how many birthdays I have, I will never have it all together. But I can learn to be happy now. I have learned to say "in a perfect world, can I please have enough inner strength to deal with the hard things in my life". And its completely possible. the hard things in this life were meant to be overcome. not succumbed to. it requires a bit of creativity. learning to do things you have never had to before. it means changing who you are, all that is comfortable, to reach a new level of happiness. </div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%;"> </span></div>Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-8862115838706681712012-03-26T23:41:00.001-07:002012-03-26T23:41:42.750-07:00Good Things to Come<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/8nczw6xHJ0I?fs=1" width="480"></iframe><br />
I have posted about this before. But, man. the message is so powerful.Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-79797949769681501832012-03-19T21:29:00.006-07:002012-03-21T11:49:43.480-07:00Back Home.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiSVBiSQoeccSMRFJQUcb164l6rZ1nw1QpodFRY4QPpDv2ZmOY1b37MG7v3sYMtTOhkmv1Yn07hZu53QhnQT4olJEL5gLWP6Z9NNi1u6Xt6hWvjInt0VU6Dx8k9lzNsx8w41pu8R9JmJbu/s1600/famdam.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiSVBiSQoeccSMRFJQUcb164l6rZ1nw1QpodFRY4QPpDv2ZmOY1b37MG7v3sYMtTOhkmv1Yn07hZu53QhnQT4olJEL5gLWP6Z9NNi1u6Xt6hWvjInt0VU6Dx8k9lzNsx8w41pu8R9JmJbu/s320/famdam.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721836623392591730" /></a><br /><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Spring break is over. Im home in Logan. And it really does feel like home. As my plane touched down in Salt Lake and I looked out my window, I was happy to see the snow covered mountains. How weird is that. I like it here, because its my new space. Its not like I have all kinds of new friends, and a social life Im eating up, but I am growing here. This is where I am supposed to be. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">But lets recap how awesome spring break was. Thatcher was a hoot, and it was so nice to see my mom and dad. and of course the nine thousand other family members I have. I spent alot of time with everyone come to think of it. I saw all my sisters, and all my brothers, and there adorable children. It was nice to be able to pick up the little ones. and I know that sounds weird coming from me. But being so far away has just made me miss being able to interact with little kids. Caseys wedding was beautiful. I love Brit, our new addition. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">And last but not least It was a complete blessing to spend 3 days with my best friend Danni. She has been such a huge support to me since I have been away, and just being able to hug her was completely comforting. I do have a best friend in this world, and she loves me and understands me. Were the type of girls that are fine just doing nothing when we are with eachother. This picture depicts it. Napping together for us, is bonding.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Spring break was much needed. Now its back to the grind. I have so much crap to do, and yet I am blogging. Its going to be a long week of adjustment. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXDy9u2w-t9e0zNXsmprjYSF-hE5sPKAwWw2wSGzuTCEYi6sGual7fn00abcKLCBraXn-KPUm_uiqxodHqCoCzK0zeJQln7mYdRL3bstkgh0Li_T889RJWfLh95BPPAQSmAk1gRaN0BLWS/s1600/photo.JPG" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXDy9u2w-t9e0zNXsmprjYSF-hE5sPKAwWw2wSGzuTCEYi6sGual7fn00abcKLCBraXn-KPUm_uiqxodHqCoCzK0zeJQln7mYdRL3bstkgh0Li_T889RJWfLh95BPPAQSmAk1gRaN0BLWS/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721832419659105954" /></a><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "><br /></div></div></div>Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-68410593173233245502012-03-12T13:17:00.016-07:002012-03-13T13:38:50.737-07:00Arizona.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju1M-dGExrhxUpJUhI6EcWQYdorN-DMXH-NCZ9EQiN0lwgohawM_xMl3kKglltow-co3jmIhVhjbtSott7NwKT1RfOihmsvcQej50aKV2BtJfO_ZVQZcdArQaWQ4qs8-2Ja1UvdRDV3uU3/s1600/az2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719161130755532594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEju1M-dGExrhxUpJUhI6EcWQYdorN-DMXH-NCZ9EQiN0lwgohawM_xMl3kKglltow-co3jmIhVhjbtSott7NwKT1RfOihmsvcQej50aKV2BtJfO_ZVQZcdArQaWQ4qs8-2Ja1UvdRDV3uU3/s320/az2.jpg" /></a>Its like a whopping 70 degrees here. I have done pretty good at not complaing about Logans cold weather, but I will say I was a little more than stoked to wear sandals and a swim suit today.<br /><br />I rode home with a couple randys on their way to Mexico. It was a fun drive. As soon as I pulled into Phoenix, a friend I went to EA with called and asked if I wanted to ride down to Thatcher with him for the weekend. HECK YES. So, late friday night I surprised Jess, and we have been having a blast ever since.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg92TppbHq2g_hFxMdbZgMyQJXoL2ULfFi8v1b8uo21I0GF2GQcsp31pK4jpprSoiqYWbLcRa_RFBCc74vDzPfp1MEcfe4ME2dUkpyny3rPm0b97AuYmNM_klUJxN4GV_GL1D5IjKguEjGl/s1600/gym.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719160870698223778" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg92TppbHq2g_hFxMdbZgMyQJXoL2ULfFi8v1b8uo21I0GF2GQcsp31pK4jpprSoiqYWbLcRa_RFBCc74vDzPfp1MEcfe4ME2dUkpyny3rPm0b97AuYmNM_klUJxN4GV_GL1D5IjKguEjGl/s320/gym.jpg" /></a>Oddly enough this past weekend were EA's cheerleading tryouts, so I tried out....JK, But my old coached asked if I would judge. It was fun to catch up with some of my old teammates.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFJiL7YvHKtt7ka9oVKTsdlswK3UUHqdRd2ff4kAr69T_UBojWrsMqtYs_wpsaFUXtkIlbBX_gYyWgABUj6MYUhY0r4KQlF51csx9TjuXdINpUA4RCre8Ak6Vm3aFCx9_Wc31rCZ7z_7OD/s1600/me+and+beccs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 239px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719160512502707858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFJiL7YvHKtt7ka9oVKTsdlswK3UUHqdRd2ff4kAr69T_UBojWrsMqtYs_wpsaFUXtkIlbBX_gYyWgABUj6MYUhY0r4KQlF51csx9TjuXdINpUA4RCre8Ak6Vm3aFCx9_Wc31rCZ7z_7OD/s320/me+and+beccs.jpg" /></a>It wouldnt be a complete spring break without hot tubbing...this is in Jaces front yard...he lives in a trailer...<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMnVvhup_mfmWkdmgw64nMVuu0sZycFUjwuVlYFwRanGeWUWRsw_wT7fRyr9_HGKfEPW9PtPRsz2uUVuYTo8A2_tcJ8ZwNVu4XHZbQE9LdSEhrNSbCr8VV38L18WlanlQqEQ27iWiFwYtk/s1600/photo+%25282%2529.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 239px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719160234527289682" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMnVvhup_mfmWkdmgw64nMVuu0sZycFUjwuVlYFwRanGeWUWRsw_wT7fRyr9_HGKfEPW9PtPRsz2uUVuYTo8A2_tcJ8ZwNVu4XHZbQE9LdSEhrNSbCr8VV38L18WlanlQqEQ27iWiFwYtk/s320/photo+%25282%2529.JPG" /></a>Jess and I took a sunday drive. She showed me her and Dereks "spots".<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOgDOiI6FRj06iFqJEHefCAJnFV7nr-a6DE54wQKwHUSJaZ9l06q6egnr1qc7yr648yxftWyPwps921jmiwtGdhxwM2utMgpWlSGoqjFrALu3XQOmRIrgQfBNO2zmv4eQNGzM3E7_RNmzn/s1600/car+pic.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719113359249036482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiOgDOiI6FRj06iFqJEHefCAJnFV7nr-a6DE54wQKwHUSJaZ9l06q6egnr1qc7yr648yxftWyPwps921jmiwtGdhxwM2utMgpWlSGoqjFrALu3XQOmRIrgQfBNO2zmv4eQNGzM3E7_RNmzn/s320/car+pic.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTd_bDA2xVaee7IgoNIXw8Bz3ZPdEj4KbDPQJ33QaaHlVDky32cGgvo5jIYPhXn1s1LUCbZhbZ7yJaTb8ZPmbcxtOsd6gdZ-XjGUYvEvS9Y3WzuGVp2oWVlUvbN5a_GPYPjIBt0jcy4Kb2/s1600/cemetary2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 181px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719113167700413522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhTd_bDA2xVaee7IgoNIXw8Bz3ZPdEj4KbDPQJ33QaaHlVDky32cGgvo5jIYPhXn1s1LUCbZhbZ7yJaTb8ZPmbcxtOsd6gdZ-XjGUYvEvS9Y3WzuGVp2oWVlUvbN5a_GPYPjIBt0jcy4Kb2/s320/cemetary2.jpg" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9q-bUOGqn1hsLMAn12hocP6UvzVYyFem782o3Hk9p9oDNU1G66GNdM6ybTjAXtzdzi96LYD0RGa7du0Bn399xe2fBEk7eBTQLsjwwqTWnQ82E7ql3hS3sRwgmOJdnle8aZQNE-Ntudgi5/s1600/jackn+juss+037.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719112707027045794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9q-bUOGqn1hsLMAn12hocP6UvzVYyFem782o3Hk9p9oDNU1G66GNdM6ybTjAXtzdzi96LYD0RGa7du0Bn399xe2fBEk7eBTQLsjwwqTWnQ82E7ql3hS3sRwgmOJdnle8aZQNE-Ntudgi5/s320/jackn+juss+037.jpg" /></a>Today, Jess and I went to lunch. R and R of course.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwdpceBYuKxjnPAh2dzb0EOvwUFrq1BWJaDaCHQhfk2BltipJxzJg0mrwcK4SN87J8FMSkwqHtGd6vMsii9R_S6Brsk8p9K21HzA_tC5adtzDeVyL53PGi-5S9QJ7Pnlq_IcfSlIZxCq7/s1600/rnr.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 240px; height: 320px; text-align: center; display: block; cursor: pointer;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5719112316433295858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDwdpceBYuKxjnPAh2dzb0EOvwUFrq1BWJaDaCHQhfk2BltipJxzJg0mrwcK4SN87J8FMSkwqHtGd6vMsii9R_S6Brsk8p9K21HzA_tC5adtzDeVyL53PGi-5S9QJ7Pnlq_IcfSlIZxCq7/s320/rnr.jpg" /></a>I am pretty happy to be home. Dont get me wrong I am really liking Logan, but Thatcher holds a very special place in my heart. I am loving not wearing boots and a heavy coat. I am pretty relieved that when I go back I will have only 5 weeks left of the semes. Geez, time is flying! Not to metion I just got a part time job I will start after the break! Busy, Busy, Busy!!! Im gonna soak in every second of this spring break...its the first time I think I can really appreciate being home.<br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSROJV6qYuXgMi8Grj_cAxczjGFsRprPTsrQGnnypKFOj6U9LNPZEkAseug4UJ6gUPa4E4anC41RlCPmOQ9mbPv8jucjfVvjzXJgVPYGlhqq9ilw2_1gnbRr2_7iW6D2Usg6QMRMEOw6Y-/s1600/az2.jpg"></a><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-87322250896235516642012-03-05T15:23:00.003-08:002012-03-05T17:28:15.067-08:00my life be like.<div>Just some more good times. These are my girls. We all lived at the glorified hut at one point, cant seem to get rid of each other. Whitney and Bryndee live down in Provo, and often take me in on the weekends. They would be lost without me. I help them make friends. </div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj4ABnuewPRu7ul4S-XWAK7UU7PLXjdwAQxHE2f4eZc3QpGSe4tQAZKy0ept1qt2wlHXeVkMz5gG3s2O2l1yNKczh8e1k3dgTgCr8oYjxH-FgzwwHQCfHWomknIqwyppuTg3V3HI3EK0nB/s1600/bwj.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgj4ABnuewPRu7ul4S-XWAK7UU7PLXjdwAQxHE2f4eZc3QpGSe4tQAZKy0ept1qt2wlHXeVkMz5gG3s2O2l1yNKczh8e1k3dgTgCr8oYjxH-FgzwwHQCfHWomknIqwyppuTg3V3HI3EK0nB/s320/bwj.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716557922511612082" /></a>and we must not forget missy. God bless her. although something tells me this is her last semester here!!!<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_97kCcaTJ6U4ydD6aH-bvUpRXlQuKt2MumuzOfHeiXW65_ybWEe72ZIbGf6k5VvoWphVeRDHuFj6yu0061I3CXMH3BU3CtNQgUaFZpi85FBPppT_dYAJyVCnEcHTvoWUCqO_nnP9I-sqF/s1600/hockey.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_97kCcaTJ6U4ydD6aH-bvUpRXlQuKt2MumuzOfHeiXW65_ybWEe72ZIbGf6k5VvoWphVeRDHuFj6yu0061I3CXMH3BU3CtNQgUaFZpi85FBPppT_dYAJyVCnEcHTvoWUCqO_nnP9I-sqF/s320/hockey.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5716557799973169554" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><span><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><u><br /></u></span><br /></div>Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-31278280847339512102012-03-03T22:02:00.002-08:002012-03-03T22:05:10.334-08:00Fruit. Photo of the Day.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_w0DmPyOJ-OJYcxiJpL3vnHlaGlST3AiGBYz-lcPL2gfsJyJqBQMGOOLtNQ0-OUr5n0Dw7GzDSrUQibNThbavbyKMXjj7wGMM8gOwExIo9hayqBwDD1xolgXkXd2e91drZtMCSDLJm8V-/s1600/2012-03-02+13.43.46.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_w0DmPyOJ-OJYcxiJpL3vnHlaGlST3AiGBYz-lcPL2gfsJyJqBQMGOOLtNQ0-OUr5n0Dw7GzDSrUQibNThbavbyKMXjj7wGMM8gOwExIo9hayqBwDD1xolgXkXd2e91drZtMCSDLJm8V-/s320/2012-03-02+13.43.46.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715918689169712770" /></a><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>This is as close as I am getting to eating fruit.Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-75300616661554664902012-03-01T19:05:00.003-08:002012-03-01T19:09:46.385-08:00UP the hill...March Photo of the Day<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVdH-Igu1w7jjcz5l4pzJGTZUKv4u3R2D5b9JZS-fNG4FyzhbQ7IpFWOqKIHWrsBJhDUGYN9nalbEoDTd12RiMqnivJgwYxescI38a9WwHEG6WC0zEo4u1Kzra7-oT8mzXKY9jXgfP0Z4V/s1600/2012-03-01+19.35.42.jpg"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVdH-Igu1w7jjcz5l4pzJGTZUKv4u3R2D5b9JZS-fNG4FyzhbQ7IpFWOqKIHWrsBJhDUGYN9nalbEoDTd12RiMqnivJgwYxescI38a9WwHEG6WC0zEo4u1Kzra7-oT8mzXKY9jXgfP0Z4V/s320/2012-03-01+19.35.42.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715131180250102002" border="0" /></a>yep, here she is. This hill that is the death of me. But look how sick Old Main is. I am obsessed with that A. The other night when I was walking home, I turned the corner RIGHT as the A started to light up. It simply made my day. It is so cool.Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-82551932206273733992012-02-26T20:40:00.007-08:002012-02-26T20:51:08.765-08:00Sunday Drive, yo.<div>I have been itching for a sunday drive. I used to do em all the time in Thatcher with Danni. I always loved driving up the mountain or out to Eden. There is just something very calming about a road trip. I convinced Missy to let me borrow her car, and I drove myself to Pocatello today after church. I loved it. Like I have mentioned many times its seriously so beautiful here, and it can be rather frustrating not being able to explore and find out what this place is all about. I get tired of only living on campus. It was way sweet to go driving today. I am soooooo looking forward to my drive home to Arizona. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzlm1hyphenhyphenvUIJuy_uEWzMCMviXCjFQEqbB5O2SGKI3zLnjldyuOOw0dy2IhP1LlLVGrLjnTX3Ufb7qtDEJsuh-X4oYR0L4ULa9xvJVUm5K4Uw-GqlKgTlbjKCrLjzzvRUyZh6GoYUTjv94r2/s1600/2012-02-26+14.30.04.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzlm1hyphenhyphenvUIJuy_uEWzMCMviXCjFQEqbB5O2SGKI3zLnjldyuOOw0dy2IhP1LlLVGrLjnTX3Ufb7qtDEJsuh-X4oYR0L4ULa9xvJVUm5K4Uw-GqlKgTlbjKCrLjzzvRUyZh6GoYUTjv94r2/s320/2012-02-26+14.30.04.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713671614380308306" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5-LXjSvkFD2xMndVjxKo9LHS-2hFpXmsL4KSTp1cE1Yof9Cnwi78efmw6D8a6OyZy4OAOS-NEnNyD80pbw_ZLEIHTctvirspxvEsQ0I5atBQSKJwd0UuHuEVVk9SRgPumh5hxwylZANC/s1600/2012-02-26+14.25.24.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk5-LXjSvkFD2xMndVjxKo9LHS-2hFpXmsL4KSTp1cE1Yof9Cnwi78efmw6D8a6OyZy4OAOS-NEnNyD80pbw_ZLEIHTctvirspxvEsQ0I5atBQSKJwd0UuHuEVVk9SRgPumh5hxwylZANC/s320/2012-02-26+14.25.24.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713671472922977554" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX20FWdYhBX9c8MJcBhyvVAf1l3Xykrhy7nDxUL400Oz8H2ZFlXnmginH7hkB520_UMH9CVUoMmAWuMs6b5NvhpX66vfvbAOyPPOC3XttiR6IP135k1WTBA8tSctUyhHMUN_mwS8mMwuTK/s1600/2012-02-26+14.27.21.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgX20FWdYhBX9c8MJcBhyvVAf1l3Xykrhy7nDxUL400Oz8H2ZFlXnmginH7hkB520_UMH9CVUoMmAWuMs6b5NvhpX66vfvbAOyPPOC3XttiR6IP135k1WTBA8tSctUyhHMUN_mwS8mMwuTK/s320/2012-02-26+14.27.21.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713671356617165794" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span><u><br /></u></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span><u><br /></u></span></div>Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-43640356624879042582012-02-25T20:29:00.006-08:002012-02-25T20:56:25.863-08:00SKYPE ME!<div>Just in case my family forgot what I looked like...I have called just about everyone tonight to see if they would skype me. No takers. Anyway, This is me and Miss just kickin it at a hockey game. Dont worry fam, ya'll will see me in 2 weeks exactly. Which reminds me, I need someone to pick me up in Vegas...</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGU2xns_mCwH6j6UArbQtEOvDUgFvRwYogirJ6fjC6i6QUP9Zdceuk8wE8aWc3LH_fDjvx7SgUpmkebutrtfTkGSBnncfFIDXVBu99CWeaXnTicYiSnvOHM068qqOb9mkOgWaPovSKtgt8/s1600/me+and+miss.jpeg" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGU2xns_mCwH6j6UArbQtEOvDUgFvRwYogirJ6fjC6i6QUP9Zdceuk8wE8aWc3LH_fDjvx7SgUpmkebutrtfTkGSBnncfFIDXVBu99CWeaXnTicYiSnvOHM068qqOb9mkOgWaPovSKtgt8/s320/me+and+miss.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713296983620765042" /></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span><u><br /></u></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; text-align: center; "><br /></div></div>Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-58170022287729427742012-02-25T19:30:00.004-08:002012-02-27T15:58:21.823-08:00Cold Weather and Prayer.<span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Sometimes in life all you can do is pray. When not one person, or one idea, or one thing will solve what is hurting you, prayer is your answer. That is where peace is. </span></span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Tonight I went running. Logan is simply amazing. Its set on a hill and there is a temple, what more could a runner ask for. For whatever reason Heavenly Father has given me back my feet since I have moved here. I am finally able to run again. What a blessing. I think He knew I would need some outlet in order to cope. Im not going to pretend like its easy to run in 20 degree weather, cause it </span>absolutely<span style="font-size: 100%;"> </span>isn't<span style="font-size: 100%;">. But I am learning. The incline killed me the first few times, my hands were frozen, and my ears...and my legs, the cold air stung my lungs. But with each run I have grown to appreciate the cold. The cold is always going to be there, its not like if I wait till noon it will warm up and I will be able to have a "comfortable" run, not in Logan. It likes to stay cold and get colder as the day goes on. So if I want to run I have just pick a time and go. The cold weather is always going to win, there is no changing it. But I can </span>definitely make it<span style="font-size: 100%;"> work to my advantage. </span></span></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">And thats life, like I said up top, sometimes life is just going to be hard. no amount of tears, or strong will can change it. Its just how it is. But you have to find out where you can benefit. And I have learned that through quiet and sincere prayer you will find out how. </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;">Sometimes we feel so weak. Like another day is too much. But as we continue to pray God will bless us. How can He not? It has been confirmed to me that if we can pray, and continue to know and believe in who we are things will always work out. There is no </span>swindling involved in the Plan of Salvation. Now listen to this. President Uchtdorf says it best, always. </span></div><div><span><span style="font-size: 100%;"><br /></span></span></div><div><p uri="/general-conference/2011/10/you-matter-to-him.p37" class="" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(249, 246, 237); line-height: 18px; color: rgb(47, 57, 58); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span>please understand that what you see and experience now is not what forever will be. You will not feel loneliness, sorrow, pain, or discouragement forever. We have the faithful promise of God that He will neither forget nor forsake those who incline their hearts to Him.<sup class="noteMarker" uuid="cb10b61f-eb5e-4e6c-aa12-aad285a154d5" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; line-height: 1; "><a href="http://www.lds.org/general-conference/2011/10/you-matter-to-him?lang=eng&query=matter+him#21-PD50029123_000_1070" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; color: rgb(72, 111, 174); text-decoration: none; ">21</a></sup>Have hope and faith in that promise. Learn to love your Heavenly Father and become His disciple in word and in deed.</span></p><p uri="/general-conference/2011/10/you-matter-to-him.p38" class="" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; border-top-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; vertical-align: baseline; background-image: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-origin: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: rgb(249, 246, 237); line-height: 18px; color: rgb(47, 57, 58); font-family: 'Lucida Grande', 'Lucida Sans Unicode', 'Lucida Sans', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; text-align: -webkit-auto; "><span>Be assured that if you but hold on, believe in Him, and remain faithful in keeping the commandments, one day you will experience for yourselves the promises revealed to the Apostle Paul: “Eye hath not seen, nor ear heard, neither have entered into the heart of man, the things which God hath prepared for them that love him.”</span></p></div>Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8740537984020171809.post-23968528716725505432012-02-14T22:13:00.000-08:002012-02-14T22:40:49.406-08:00Happy Valentines Day. I almost had an admirer.Today was Valentines Day. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">WooHoo</span>, I partied so hard. No but seriously I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">didnt</span> get out of bed till 12. Not because it was Valentines Day but because I had to lay so still, just in case the UPS man came with my computer I bought online! Which he <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">didnt</span> come till 5, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">fyi</span>. But, some exciting things happened in between that time. <div><br /></div><div>its 12:05, the door bell rings, I spring out of bed and its a pizza delivery guy, not the UPS guy, Im immediately bummed. He says "are you Jackie?" <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Im</span> like "yes, what of it?"..."here is a heart shaped pizza for you!". Wow. not very romantic, but very filling. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">didnt</span> complain. But who on earth is going to send me something so...weird. Pizza <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">isnt</span> very "cute". So <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">im</span> going through my list of the 10 boys I know here who MIGHT possibly be so inclined to do such a thing. I had nothing. All the boys I know are like my brothers. no way no how. Unless its some creeper in my ward. Because lets be honest this person has to know my address. So then I think my tutor(s)? There is no way they look at me like that. So I ex-ed them off the list. It seriously freaked me out, But at the same time Im beginning to get a little <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">narcissistic</span>, and start to consider that someone actually thought I was a babe who <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">absolutely</span> needed pizza to fill my tummy for lunch. I'll admit, I got flattered. It <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">didn't</span> last too long though. I had a hunch it was <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Chea</span> this whole time. And it was. I finally <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13">eeked</span> it out of her at the end of the day. She played super dumb for awhile though, she even called me and helped me go over some boys that it might possibly be. I <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14">dont</span> know if I should love her or hate her for that. </div><div>Eh, I'll love her for that. this day is 100 percent gay. (such a politically incorrect term to use, but my brain is too tired to think of something clever). </div><div><br /></div><div>It is nice to know that I am loved though. Oh and not forgotten, thats an important one too, thanks Chea. </div>Jackie Lynhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16728028629370008323noreply@blogger.com1