And it came to pass....

After reading my scriptures last night I get down on my knees to pray. Usually I start out my prayers with "dear heavenly father," or something of that nature. You know Im a pretty predictable person. Last night I apparantly decided to mix it up, I kneel and say, "And it came to pass." Haha and it came to pass? seriously? I was going to try and recover and make it into a real prayer, but it so did not work out. Im kneeling on the ground at 11 at night giggling like an idiot to myself. I go out and tell my mom while she is washing her face and we both start laughing way too hard. For the next half hour I sat there busting a gut! I then try and kneel and pray again but can hardly breath I am laughing so hard. Lets just say my goodnight prayer last night did not move any mountains or cause any miracles. But seriously funny! Almost as funny as when my mom answered the phone and said "heavenly father?" instead of hello!

I'm IN!

(oh I couldn't resist the sweet little asian)

I made it. That oh so ambiguous grown up goal is actually in my very immediate future. It just seems so surreal. It's like graduating high school all over again. Even though I over planned and over thought everything I still never thought that the day would actually come. Am I sure I can do this? Do I want to do this? Do I want harder scarier school and clinicals with real people that I could potentially seriously injure or kill? Am I big enough for this? My awesome sister in law Kassie commented that even when I am a real RN at the ripe old age of 20 looking like a 12 year old I am going to get a lot of comments about not being old enough for patients to trust me. We decided that I will just say, fine you can deal with one of the old hags that has worked way too long and hates their job and all of you sick people and isn't up to date on all of the new information because they went to school before I was born! Well probably not. I'm hoping that people will like me cause I'm nice. It usually works out pretty well for me! Just picture it, in approximately twentyish months I will have a big kid job, freaky! For now I am just excited to find some cute, hopefully semi well fitting navy scrubs! Nursing School here I come!

I love conference, even though its eight hours of church, even though I don't get to wear my adorable new lace adorned shirt with my rockin black pencil skirt and steve madden pumps (i mean i could have but that just seems inappropriate in a lawn chair in my half painted basement), even though I'm a loser pants and the only child home for three sessions, even though we didnt think ahead and get treats, I LOVE CONFERENCE! My three favorite talks:

1. Holland(of course): When he talked about his parents sacrificing so much to pay for his mission I bawled like a little baby(not like that's anything surprising). My parents give me everything. My mom started working a full time job so that she could pay for my dance and violin lessons. And she never complained. Never said gee wiz Jess it would sure be nice to hear some appreciation since I am working nine hour days so that you can be the prima ballerina and the concert violinist. They did it cause they love me. They do everything cause they love me and they want me to be happy. Holy crap good people.

2.Uchtdorf: The "what does this haave to do with airplanes" comment was seriously hilarious. I think he is a funny, good looking, awesomely accented older man. I love the message of his talk, when things get hard and you feel busy, don't try and make yourself busier. Don't try and speed up. Go at your optimism, this is hard crap, speed and focus on the fundamentals. I really need to listen to that.

3. President Monson: Oh how I love that wise old owl! I love his gratitude talk. He is so right! I love when I have those awesomely positive days and I just love everything and I look and the blue sky and sing my favorite songs and feel so amazingly happy that nothing can take me down. I need to do that more often, even if it's rainy and cold, even if I have two tests and have to work and dont have time to go to the gym and feel good about attempting to reduce the size of my thighs. I have everything. I have a testimony of the gospel, I have the most awesome loving family on the face of the earth, I have the opportunity to learn crazy things that most people would never want to know, I get to dance once a week and feel so alive and happy, I get to practice my violin every day(well I try and practice every day) and hear the beauty of music and work on my talents, I have friends- ya real ones, who know me and love me for who I am. I AM BLESSED!