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Jon and Kel Plus Twelve's Winter Season Finale:Important Lessons Learned- Even though I use "English Major" threateningly in a game of Bananagrams, it always seems to ring empty to this smarty pants husband.- Italian Sodas are a must.- We celebrate our birthdays in completely different ways. Mine involves chocolate and lots of plans. His involves Sushi and no plans.- We are good at finding yummy

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I'm officially registered for Classes at UVU starting in the Fall. I'm nervously excited and somehow happily scared. I had an appointment with a school counselor today and with no knowledge of the campus I begged Jon to come with me. He obliged. When the meeting was over we walked through the halls together with Jon examining/sizing up the place. He then concluded, "Well it seems like a pretty

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Spring. I seem to fall for you every year.You appear, breath, and dye my heart different pastel colors.And then, teasingly you stick your tongue out, pull down a cover of snow, and hide.My red Toms that have been previously established as cheery, now are wet and angry. They keep asking me why I fall for your tricks.I begin to defend myself and then I remember...The single pair of socks shared

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Done with Glee's Agenda. Peace out.daily reminder: I'm going to Mexico in FEBRUARY not tommorrow-bummerFeels good to hear what kind of missionary my husband was. Easter is blackened hotdogs and molly's devilled eggsDon't know what to do with those nice things you saidrecycled songsmissing my bright orange watch and pouchmeasuring out my Hollandaise Sauce felt like death"Want to watch an episode

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Dear To Kill a Mockingbird, I've held you before breathed on your insides and bent your corners. But you were assigned and I was too young; busy caring less. My hands were fumbly and you were too delicate, your words crumbled at my fingertips.I'm sorry, it should have been grand. Should have been. And yet, you gave me a second chanceand this time it was different. As I turned your pages, I felt

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When I was younger I spent a lot of time at a good friend's house. Summer was our season and we spent hours swimming in the canal, salting freshly picked cucumbers, and catching the lead singers of their backyard frog Choir. One of my favorite features of this home away from home was the "country" feel. This family had pigs and chickens to feed, apples to pick, sprinklers to move, and wild

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Someone please tell T Swift she doesn't deserve a second chance-Girl, it's March. My Red Toms are plain Cheery. Lots of babies. Chopped hair is lib-er-ating. I gladly call my husband "Ninja"....when he's playing Volleyball. Seriously. Ninja. Starburst Jellybeans Jon challenges us to a house cleaning race = me as Monica Geller. Smart Man. I wish it was normal to talk to you.

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For Christmas my wonderful sister in law bought us a Wii. We were shocked and excited and so so grateful.As Jon gripped the newly opened Wii, I saw the reflection of highschool "gaming" nights form in his eyes. I unfortunately know what those nights look like, it's not pretty. I'm a firsthand witness to the phenomenon of sweat panted boys, mentally locked in a basement with screen glued eyes.

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In Primary the other day, I was teaching four inattentive children about our Savior. I was trying to explain to them that Jesus Christ volunteered to be our Savior which shows the great love He has for us. In hopes of gauging their understanding I asked them "how do you know your parents and family love you?" Different answers were thrown around, making me feel like they not only understood but

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The mistletoe still hanging from my ceiling fan has helped me rationalize blogging about our Christmas. I mean, I haven't "taken" down Christmas in my house yet, so why not sneak in a report? I will add, the misteltoe was our only Christmas decoration.There are two factors that made this Christmas so wonderful. The first being, I had literally not been home in an entire year. An entire year.

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Jon and I's anniversary was lovely.We drove down to Salt Lake and stayed a night at the Kimball (thanks Linh and Issac) We both got all dressed up and had dinner at "The Roof" restuarant at the top of the Joseph Smith Memorial Building. The setting is gorgeous with a view of Temple Square with the charming Christmas lights to behold. It's a gourmet buffet that costs forty dollars a person, not a

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It's been a year.When I think about our day: the people, the weather, the docorations, the love- it's all smile and reminiscent worthy. But admist all of this loveliness there is a quiet moment between Jon and I in the temple. While waiting for our guests to arrive, Jon and I were sitting in the Celestial Room. Our arms were touching, fingers intertwined, and mouths resting. Little words were

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It's called, Emma. Pillsbury. Style.There's a part of me still crying for youMy Bangs make me feel mysteriousI only know how to run angryNutella by the fingerfulls Child's Pose. Child's Pose. Child's Pose.hello modge podge

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The other night, I was making breakfast for dinner while on the phone with a friend. I left Jon to turn the bacon and watch the waffle iron while I finished my conversation. Simple tasks. When I came back into the kitchen, I instantly spied 1 piece of bacon laying on the paper towl. When I left the room, there was 6 pieces of bacon in the pan. I turned to accuse Jon and found a five year old boy

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The Hot Chocolate sitting on my desk is telling me it's fall. We've been arguing about it all morning. I've been trying to tell it that the sun is still out and I'm still warm. The Hot Chocolate then questions why I'm drinking it then? The Hot Chocolate has a point.I always feel a little hesitant towards Fall, contrary to what most people feel. You see I tend to see Fall as the sneaky season that

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I can't get the song " I know that my Savior loves me" out of my head. Which is weird because I don't even know all the words, because it's one those new primary songs. I didn't even realize there was new primary songs. But there is. Oh but there is.When Jon and I moved into our Condo we were presented with the choice of attending the Family Ward in that area or the BYU Married Student Ward. I

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My Senior year of High School I took an Anatomy and Physiology class. I took the class with the thought that it was required for graduation or some nonsense like that when really it was an elective of sorts. I have never nor will ever, have any interest in how the body functions. I'm perfectly content with my body working, who needs the confusing details? My teacher sensed my lack of interest in

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I felt Summer Come.I felt it come while walking barefoot on hot pavement. I said to jon, "It's summer. We do summer!" He smiled and asked for a definition. I simply explained we are summer people. Summer makes us happy. Winter makes us sad. We don't do Winter. We do summer. He simply agreed with my declaration and said "We do do summer."I felt summer stay.I felt it while laying on the grass at

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Kind of a big deal.So Happy.So Blessed.

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Everyone is clicking their pencils and lugging books and I'm sitting behind a desk. Hands are raising and knowledge is transferring but the phone is ringing. It used to feel nice to have a response to that ever looming question, "What are you doing these days?" It was far better than my 2 month lasting answer of " looking for a job." But now I hear the words "office assistant" drop from my mouth

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I winked three winks today. One with my left eye and two with my right.My right one is afterall, better. A few weeks before my Grandpa died I went with my mom to clean his house and visit. I sat in the stool next to him eating our sandwhiches and lightly swinging my feet. He turned to me and asked about the boy I was dating (Jon). I began to share bits of him with my Grandpa while he nodded and

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August 21, 2009.....One surprised girl with yesterday's eats unremoved from her teeth.One boy scared out of his mind......One surprised girl, dirty teethed, and wearing a past boyfriends T shirt.One boy scared out of his mind, voicing words with heart......One surprised girl, dirty teethed, past on back, crying.One boy scared out of his mind, voicing heart, and asking.......One surprised girl,

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I'm convinced there are two different types of people in this world."Harry Potter Lovers."and"Too Cool for Harry Potterers."With full heart and pride I declare myself as a full time member in the first group. I am a "Harry Potter lover." I've devoured all seven books multiple times and have felt a constant void since the end of the 7th. I mourned at the deaths of Dumbledore, and Sirius and I

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I'd like to say I gained my testimony of tithing when I was seven.I remember sitting quietly in Sunday School as rowdy boys ran swirls of irreverence into the carpet. The ever resilient teacher managed to break through the little boy mayhem with a "hands on" lesson. The teacher handed each of us a 1 dollar bill. Our fidgety hands found peace within the green folds of the cash which allowed our

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Summer Night.One foot in the past and the other in the present."Listening to the songs we used to sing."Love.

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My Freshman Summer of College was full of fun, spontaneity, sorrow, drama, and joy. All these emotions were shared with my three wonderful froommates. Roommates with an F because we weren't just girls who lived together. We were friends. In the midst of catching sun, skipping class, and TV watching marathons, the topic of boys wasn't far from our lips. We wondered who each of us would find and

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There's a shoebox under my bed back home. Inside you will find scraps of sentimental representations of a boy and girl. There's pictures and old gifts that lie inside along with letters postmarked between two countries. The box is tied with a ribbon of teenage love and in black marker, Jon's name is scribbled.Two weeks ago we celebrated the year mark of Jon's return from his mission. That little

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One of the requirements for my job is to take an insurance exam. It's been said that taking this exam produces certification, eligibility for commision, and a lovely dollar an hour pay raise.It's been said.However, my experience with this test full of 21 years worth of unfamiliar material, is quite the opposite.This exam has produced a $160 hole in my pocket(it costs 80 bucks a pop), $160 worth

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My older brother got married the other day.I watched all the proper stages and transitions of the two; friendship,interests, dating, exclusive, engagement.I helped plan the proposal.I Oohed and Awed over wedding plans.I attended the Beautiful Sealing. But with all of these obvious indications of rings and love, I still was not completely convinced that my brother was married. In the midst of

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My job is repetitive.I arrive at the same time (approximately 30 seconds early), fill up my water bottle, and feed the entertaining fish that sit in front of my desk. I then spend the next hour or so calling insurance "leads" from the internet. Which translates into me calling number after number of rude and disinterested people with one or two valid interests with manners. The rest of my day

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Journal Entry from 1/7/2010 "Today as I put our first load of groceries away in my mostly empty but very clean fridge I had the most glorious thought. It was simple and maybe even silly but it suddenly made the intimidation of married life lower it's head. My thought: Everything in this fridge is mine. There is no need for a sharpie marker in hand to scribble initials and threats of Do Not Eat on

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I work at an Insurance Agency as an Office Assistant. I sit behind a desk for eight hours a day with two gruff manly men who discuss sports and politics. I rarely contribute leaving most of my day's words spent on inward dialogue. Hence the need for a blog. I need a self indulgent outlet. The office runs on testosterone so imagine my surprise on my first day entering the storage room (which

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Welcome to the Series Premiere of... Jon and Kel Plus Twelve. While at college two summers ago my roommates and I became slightly obsessed with Jon and Kate Plus 8 (this was obviosuy before the devastating split.) We just couldn't get enough of those darling sixtuplets, snotty twins, and the dysfunctional parents. Whenever the show was on we would all gather together and prepare to waste a few

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