Superbowl LI: 3 Reasons Why I’ve Never Had As Much Fun Watching a Football Game

This last Saturday night, Aaron and I babysat for my cousin and her husband. We put the kids to bed, cleaned up the house, plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV. Aaron typically has control over the remote, because let’s be honest: I fall asleep ten minutes into watching any show, so his channel of choice was obviously ESPN. In response, I yanked out my kindle and completely zoned myself out (I’ve never really been a die-hard fan of sports). “Do you know who’s playing in the Superbowl tomorrow?” he suddenly asks. I immediately laugh, which meant, not a clue. “One starts with an F,” he hints but I stare at him blankly. “Okay, it’s the name of a bird.” “Oh, oh! The Flamingos!” It’s a bird that starts with F so clearly it was a legitimate answer. “Not quite,” he chuckles. I guess again, “The…fawns?” I question. Aaron shrugs his shoulders, “That’s a deer! The Fal…” I attempt one last guess. “Oh! I got it. The Falcons!” He beamed with pride that I finally got it right. “Alright, nice! They’re playing the Patriots. Remember who plays for them? His name starts with a T.” I think for a

Why Bad Habits Are Actually Good For Your Relationship with God

Let’s chit-chat about bad habits, shall we? For starters, the plastic shopping bag. “But I need those bags!” say the plastic bag lovers, but what we really mean is we love those bags to carry groceries, pick up pet poop, discard vegetable peels, or line the bathroom trash can. Plastic bags are not a need. They are a habit. A routine. A convenience. And it’s one I want to break. Basic needs include food, water, exercise, sleep, shelter, clothing, education, and for some of us, Diet Coke (I’d say coffee but I’m trying to encourage the Word of Wisdom). Nowhere is there mention of plastic bags. Anyway, habits come in various flavors; good, bad, and in-between. I consider my plastic bag habit bad because they suffocate my kitchen drawers and the more I collect them, the more I depend on them and confuse it with necessity. Other bad habits I have are staring at bright screens before I go to sleep, cracking my knuckles, and tossing my socks on the floor. Sometimes we get comfortable with these habits/routines/conveniences that it’s hard to imagine life without them. Another bad habit that people, mostly women, have is tying their self-esteem to their weight. Yes, hang

A Lesson Learned from the Candy Cupboard

My mom keeps an entire cupboard in her kitchen stashed with the tastiest treats and candies. I love that about her. My friends growing up loved it, as did the young men who stopped over on fast Sundays to collect our offerings, and now my husband reaps the benefits because I’ve adapted the same quirk. Inside her candy cupboard you’ll find happy childhood memories, tons of blissful smiles, and a teenage girl who used chocolate to cope with high school boy problems. As you’ve previously read (most likely), the hubs is currently on a month long business trip so lucky me I’m able to unwind from a busy day of writing and caring for children with my Kindle and a big box of Milk Duds. But the other day I had a day-date with Target and of course I purchased the Valentine’s edition of Dove’s milk chocolate. Those elegant foil wrappers totally give us something to talk about. I think the people at Dove think they’re really cute. I mean, they provide silly sayings on decorative foil but sometimes they’re actually deep and meaningful. You may agree or think they are flat out dorky, and that’s okay, but I’ve always been

The Babysitters Club

here I am at the stove top making mac & cheese. Chicken nuggets are in the microwave for the other hungry three. My shirt is stained with baby drool, my hair? What a mess. Camryn loves playing dress-up & has now tried on her third princess dress. The toddler pooped his pants even after I took him to the potty. Can my day be over now? But the kids, really, they aren’t being naughty. The neighborhood is over making ruckus all through the house. Keeping track of all of them clearly is not the simplest – sometimes I feel it’d be easier with my spouse. “Underdoggie” is their favorite – we play for hours in the heat. Sand in their shoes and sweat on their sleeves, finally! we go inside. A glass of kool-aid, please? Nap time means reading stories. I love to cuddle them close. They come to me for comfort and I kiss away their tears. They proudly show their work to me, I give the loudest cheers! Austin practices his first grade math. I laugh when I help him, still using my fingers to see what number comes next. My “office” is a room full of brightly

6 Secrets about a Hard Working Husband and Why He’s Important to Appreciate

Last October, my hard working husband was offered a full-time accounting internship with KPMG in downtown Salt Lake City, Utah. For small town Aggies in Logan, Utah, we both were SUPER STOKED to have new experiences in a bigger town with bigger (and better) work opportunities…Until he came home from the second day of his internship to tell me he’d be traveling for an entire month. Oh, and that he’d be leaving in just a couple of days. I admit that dread engulfed my entire body. I hoped Monday would never arrive. Of course we were excited for this opportunity he was given, to audit major companies and plunge into a career, but he was dreading the separation, too. We’ve been married for one year & one month with small weekend fishing trips and girl’s nights in-between but being apart is never a comfortable thing, and we hope it never is. I don’t think I made a big deal about him leaving, but I’ve cried during our Skype calls and our nightly prayers over the phone. And I promise you I’ve been calculating the milliseconds until he comes back. He’s been away for 2.5 weeks and I enjoy telling random people

That They Might Have Joy

Hello to my family & friends, both old and new. My heart is pounding with joy and gratitude right this very second for a few reasons: 1) I have officially launched my blog, , which has been an act of courage and has required months of long, hard hours of learning 2) My Father in Heaven has provided me with His strength to pursue my writing dreams 3) You are taking a moment out of your day to hear about mine. I express my love to you for supporting me. Thank you. Happiness has been on my mind lately. This is one of those moments in life when, well, I am extremely happy. Lucky me. A scripture in the Book of Mormon says, “Men are that they might have joy” (2 Nephi 2:25) and as I grew up, I thought that scripture was teaching us that the purpose of this mortal life is to be happy, and therefore, if you are not generally happy then you’re surely doing something wrong. However, the more I have learned about our Savior and about the blessing of mortality, I realize that to achieve joy in the long-term, sometimes we must sacrifice happiness in the