tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33443681356022058772024-03-05T10:51:30.579-08:00Sincerely - Sonia.Sonia Sherwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158285108125039559noreply@blogger.comBlogger15125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344368135602205877.post-31298869649564716262013-11-16T12:07:00.001-08:002013-11-16T12:07:20.882-08:00This Life of Mine.Since this semester is almost over (HALLELUJAH!!!) I figure I should recap what's happened since I got back to Logan Ut... 4 months ago.<br />
First off, it's been crazy. I am in the middle of applying for graduate school. Our lives are so up in the air right now. It's extremely frustrating , yet exciting at the same time. I am applying to as many places as possible. It's a super competitive program so I don't want to close any doors. So where Ken and I will be this time next year is a complete mystery. We could still be here in Logan, in Provo, in Colorado, in Arizona, in Montana... I probably missed a few other ones too. It's chaos, but i'm excited. I can't actually believe that I am applying for a masters. I am just finishing 4 years of school and i'm not even graduated and i'm applying in hopes that I can do 2 more years. The weird things we do. I'm so excited that I'm doing something that I love though. I am thrilled to actually start working with people and actually learning to be a Speech-Language Pathologist. Yay, if only it were free..then i would be even more excited!<br />
Other than being completely absorbed in that... It's actually been a pretty fun semester. Ken and I passed our one year anniversary, weird. He only gets better every day, which is nearly impossible. Somehow he does it. Seriously, i'm so lucky. He took me horse back riding, which i've been craving to do and it was a gorgeous day! Loved every second of it.<br />
He still buys me flowers every month... if this boy could make money working in a garden all day, he would. EVERY TIME we go on a hike, or walk I get quizzed on the types of flowers, trees, bushes we see. I fail miserably every time. But i'm always impressed that he actually knows what he's talking about. Maybe he makes the whole thing up, i'd have no idea.<br />
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We went to conference, then my family came..half of them anyways. Brittney, Hazel and my Mom. They were here for a whole week and I loved every second of it. Probably way more than they actually enjoyed it. Ken's aunt had twin little girls and we get to go see them every once in a while. I'm in love with them and they are adorable. ken looks pretty dang good holding them too... just saying.<br />
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So all in all it's been a great couple of months. Hopefully in 4 more months i'll actually know more about what i'm doing in the future. Until then I will wait...very patiently. Kind of.Sonia Sherwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158285108125039559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344368135602205877.post-6680911890996026692013-04-20T16:22:00.000-07:002013-04-20T16:22:04.615-07:00I love it.Happy Happy Days!<br />
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So many reasons to be happy. First off I had my family come down for Easter. My sister Brittney and baby Hazel stayed at my house for a week and it was the best ever. I miss them both already so much. I love love love my family, and living so far away really helps me realize that. So it is more than a blessing when they make the long drive down to Utah. I am so thankful for them and that I had so much time with them.<br />
They ended up being here Conference weekend so we were able to hang out with each other during that too. What an amazing conference! I am always so excited for that beautiful weekend every 6 months. It's at the perfect time too- right before finals. Really puts things back into perspective before I get all stressed and crazy.<br />
Which is exactly where I am now!<br />
Finals are right around the corner- meaning every giant final project is due this coming week, last minute tests in classes that are behind are at the beginning of this week and then all of a sudden-- EVERY ONE OF MY FINALS gets put on the exact SAME DAY. May 2nd will be the death of me! Cannot wait till it is over and I get all my A+'s. (that's a joke, but there is no harm in wishing!)<br />
Basically I just want to put up all my pictures and videos from forever. So hold on to your hats! Here they come!<br />
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Hazel became this lovely rapper while she was here!<br />
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Her new Best Friend Bella </div>
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We love to see the temple!</div>
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Ken made bella a harness...</div>
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One time they gave away free redbulls- ken got really excited</div>
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One time I got "recognized" I was super happy. But really, I was.</div>
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When Ken makes the bed. :)</div>
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The dead-line to finals is on. Crafting technologies! </div>
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Courtney is so cute!</div>
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My frog pond. The worst/best class ever</div>
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<br />Sonia Sherwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158285108125039559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344368135602205877.post-88717460880990377492013-01-28T19:48:00.001-08:002013-01-28T19:48:42.744-08:00Mad World
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It has been a wee bit crazy here in Logan Utah—probably just
Utah in general. The weather here is slightly far fetched, and that’s coming
from a girl from Alberta. No the wind isn’t blowing me over, however the ice
may just take me down without it! It has been freezing here ever since we got
back from Christmas break. It can’t make up its mind. One day it decides to be
spring, then suddenly 5 million pounds of fog linger in and you’re suddenly in
a dead zone, then bang- it’s a freaking blizzard and there is a TON of snow on
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does keep life a little bit entertaining, you just never know what to expect
when you wake up in the morning. For example, I woke up super duper early to go
to a 7am test. I went with my good friend Courtney (She’s nice and drives me to
school)(I live 2 blocks away from my classroom…shh) ANYWAYS, turns out it’s a
winter wonderland out there and we are one of the first to venture on to
campus. First we have to walk across the road- to get onto the road we have to
hop over a large mound of snow about to our hips. Then we skid across the
slushy road hoping that cars see us as they speed off to work, we have to
quickly leap over the other mountain of packed snow that awaits us on the other
side- this pile is a little bit more tricky, however we make it. We are
laughing at this point and Courtney is yelling into the cold air how she would
like summer to come. No one yells back because they are still on in bed. We are
getting really close to the doors now; we feel we have made it. Failed, Court squeals
and I turn around just in time to see her skid around and find her balance
before falling on her butt on the cold pavement. I laugh at her because the
sidewalks aren’t even icy… I slip, barely catching myself. We then just decided
to skate to the door. Snow up to our knees and laughing we went in to take the
test. And we did AMAZING!! (we’ll
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Just to bounce back a week from today, because I want to.</div>
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To make the best of this weather Ken and I went up to Beaver
Mountain to go boarding on Martin Luther King Day (a nice little holiday here).
I wore about a bajillion layers and was ready to freeze my brains out. BUT! It
was surprisingly SOO much warmer up there. The sun was shining and I could
actually see a big, blue sky (something I go without seeing much of the
winter). It ended up being a lot of fun. It was the first time going with ken,
he is better then me, no surprise there. It was nice to just be in the fresh
air and out of the smoggy little valley I call home. Good story eh? It was worth
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I do love Logan though, I’m sure I’d like it more in the
summer. Just turns out I only live here in the depressing months! Yay me.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">BRIGHT sun. In love.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Bella may have seasonal depression and likes to do this. </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">She makes up for it when she does this!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The mother sent me my FAVORITE Lemon Loaf!! love, love </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">The new usual, in the MIDDLE OF THE DAY!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">This handsome guy had a birthday! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">With all the goods.</td></tr>
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I’m back!! Christmas break came and went and suddenly my
head is back in the books. Rather then dwell on that after my first week back,
I’d rather look back on my break and fill everyone in on my exciting life…. Ha</div>
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SO!!
It basically started on December 16- my birthday!! It starts there for that
reason only and it was a great birthday spent in Salt Lake with Ken’s parents
and Grandparents! I turned 21 woohoo. </div>
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Ken and my parents surprised me and shipped me home to
Canada early on December 17. By shipped I mean flew. I left the Salt Lake City
Airport at 830am and was in cold Calgary by 230! There my family eagerly
awaited my arrival and we went home to lovely Raymond! Oh how I love
Alberta…and miss it. Ken is amazing and loves me and stayed behind and worked
for a few extra days. He too flew to Calgary and my Mom and I went to fetch him
when he arrived. He didn’t have quite the luxury of getting dropped off at the
airport in SLC by a loving spouse however. Rather, he had to trudge through
snow at 4 something in the morning to catch a shuttle on campus that would take
him there. (He walked in the middle of the road with his luggage cause that was
where the light was…poor man). He arrived though and I took him home to show
him how the Sherwood’s/Heggie’s spend their Christmas!</div>
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charm of that idea lasted a few days, and ended abruptly. It was the night of my friend’s “get
together”. I had left Ken at home and was over at my friend’s house when I
shortly realized that I felt like I was going to die. My parents had been sick
recently so I assured myself I was thinking about that too hard and faking it.
I pushed that reasoning aside shortly after however. I ended up calling my dad
to come pick me up and home I went.
When I got home I was informed that Ken had also been feeling sick and I
found him sitting in our bedroom concentrating intensely on magnets. When I say
he did that for hours, I mean he did that for HOURS!! 3 seconds after getting home I was
puking my brains out. When I was back in one piece I walked into the living
room where Brittney was, she too mentioned she was feeling a little light
headed. 3 seconds later she was throwing up. And that’s when the glory of it
all began. To spare details, Ken and I were up ALL night. The next day we
took medication and maybe were awake a total of 3 hours. Brady also got it that
morning. So within 24 hours Me, Ken, Brittney and Brady all got sick. It was
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did slowly recover, and minus that experience I really did love being home! We
spent a lot of time together as a family. We completed a mystery puzzle… of
which we never solved…went skating on my cousin’s homemade ice rink, we went
tubing behind quads on Corner Lake, we went snowshoeing in freezing waterton,
went to a hockey game (with friends), played A LOT OF GAMES (Ken loved every
second of it) and just hung out around the house. AND I GOT TO HOLD HAZEL A
LOT!!! How much better can it really get?!</div>
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love them all and can’t wait till I have all my legal married shin digs
complete so I can go back to Alberta and visit them whenever the goodness I
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<span style="background-color: #783f04;"><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';">Last week was quite the adventure in the Jenkin's
home. I'm very glad it's the beginning of a new one, hopefully it will be a bit
better!</span><span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS';"><br />
Starting from the beginning: It was last Monday
and Ken and I were just getting ready to go to the gym, when he suddenly comes
to me and says, "Sonia, I hit my head, am I bleeding?" I
thought he was kidding and had put fake blood all over his head, so I sat there
and laughed at him, as he ran back into the bathroom holding his head. I was
standing my ground, I wasn't going to just fall for his trickery and go running
to his side for him to just turn around and start laughing at me for being so
gullible. So, I continued to laugh in the other room. I then became
slightly curious and went to the bathroom. Ken had his head over the sink as
the clear water turned red. However, I still didn't know if it was real...(I
may be an awful wife!). It took a while, but I started to maybe think he wasn't joking. So I started to ask him questions about what happened to him. Turns out
he hit his head on the light switch, yes, the LIGHT SWITCH. Which is less then
shoulder height above the ground... mmm not sure..Regardless, it did a real
good job and he ended up getting 3 stitches.<br />
It's a good thing he didn't get knocked out
though, because turns out I am useless and I don't know how to do ANYTHING. Ken
had to call the clinic and ask if he could go in for stitches, called his mom
to ask a question, and then told me which way to drive to go to the
doctors-since I had no clue where it was located. I did say he needed stitches
though!! I'd say that's worth something.<br />
That was the beginning of the week, the middle
of the week just scampered by and then it was Saturday. Which was a great day,
I cleaned my house REALLY good and then made A LOT of cookies with my Canadian
chocolate chips which are 50000x better than the state's. I had them
all laid out on the counter cooling off as I ran to go pick up Ken
from work. I'm dumb though, as I continue to prove to you, and left the dog
inside. She has been so good and we have never had problems with her, so I
didn't think too much about it. As I was walking into the dark kitchen with
some grocery bags in my hands I stepped into a soft, warm, pile of dog puke!!
Oh, that was great. I went and turned on the light and found that there were 2
other piles of chocolate chip puke on my white carpet along with probably 12
out of the original 40 cookies left on my counter. To say the least, I wasn't
very happy that Bella ate all my delicious cookies and then discarded them
through out my very clean house! Not at all happy about it.<br />
We cleaned it up quickly though and left to Bear
Lake to stay at a cabin for the night. I pouted the whole way there and then
decided to be happy and forget about it. We ended up having a lot of fun and
ended the week on a good note, which was well deserved after a run of
misfortunes. I am slowly getting smarter though.. I'm learning when my husband
is joking and when he's not, and I've learned to not trust our curious, hungry,
little dog..those are very nice words compared to Saturday's. LIke I said, I'm
improving. :)<br />
I dont' think pictures are needed this week
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<!--EndFragment-->Sonia Sherwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158285108125039559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344368135602205877.post-39595553992679069022012-10-16T20:26:00.001-07:002012-10-16T20:26:23.002-07:00Lifey as a Wifey<span style="font-family: inherit;">It's been a month and a half since I became Mrs. Jenkins. The time just flew by! I can't even believe that it is the middle of October, it mostly blows my mind because that also means that this semester of school is already half way over! It does this to me every year. I get going with all my school stuff and suddenly i'm registering for the next semester. I will not complain about this. I have actually loved this semester so far. It is super challenging, but I have finally made it past all my general classes and can now focus on the things that I actually enjoy learning about! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I am still in a sign language class. It is crazy that this is my 3rd semester of it. It is my absolute favorite thing. It is something I LOVE being able to do (although not very well yet) and hopefully will continue to do it for the rest of my life. I definitely want to pursue it and end up using it through out my life and career. I am also in an anatomy of speech class, which is pie after my full human anatomy class last spring.. although it will always be a love/hate relationship I will be quite happy when it finally comes to an end. And THEN, I'm in a phonetics class that is SO interesting and I really love learning about. It is basically just being able to hear speech and transcribe it: <span style="font-size: medium;"> d͡ʒəs laɪk ðɪs (just like this</span></span><span style="font-family: Charis SIL, Doulos SIL, Segoe UI, Gentium Plus, Gentium, DejaVu Sans, Lucida Sans Unicode, Lucida Grande, Arial Unicode MS, sans-serif; font-size: medium;">). </span><span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">So ya, I do actually learn stuff at school, so I suppose it is worth these 6 years of my life. Maybe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">Besides school I just live a wifely life. This can become lonely when you don't have a job, cause you don't have a green card, and your husband is off making money! So I spend my spare time cleaning the house and cooking dinner... when the time comes around... Actually, let's be honest, I straighten up the house if we're lucky and maybe clean it on the weekends and I cook perhaps every other night. (We have to eat leftovers sometime!!) So I actually don't know what I do the majority of my life besides school. :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">This has been a good little week so far though. It is our lovely fall break and my last day of classes is tomorrow! I can handle this, especially since I woke up today at 7:30, which is when class starts. I tend to keep doing this!! OH, sorry this was going to be the last paragraph, so i'll just carry on and change the subject. Ken is great and for our little FHE last night we had a bonfire outside and then packed up all our blankets and headed up to a look out of Logan and star gazed on top of his car. And then we saw THE BIGGEST shooting star ever!! It was crazy beans, it even broke up into smaller pieces before it disappeared. I thought it was pretty cool! </span><br />
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I got my other half of my ring and I love it! It's made up of blue sapphires.</div>
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We went on a hike.</div>
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Fall is coming!!</div>
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I look like a boy.</div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;">This is our Bella, she LOVES to cuddle with us, RIGHT beside us!</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: medium;">Anyways, as I wrote this my lovely husband cleaned the kitchen and did dishes. I should go be productive now!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: medium;"><br /></span>Sonia Sherwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158285108125039559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344368135602205877.post-24032875449574877552012-09-12T19:55:00.000-07:002012-09-12T19:55:49.430-07:00Crazy ChangesSo there isn't much of a gap between May and September right?? So summer got slightly crazy and busy and I never found the time to update my blog. I can explain this by adding that I worked every day from 6am till sometime in the afternoon and frankly, it kicked my butt. I did get really good at waking up super early and teaching aquafit- always a pleasure. And although it all sucked and I was exhausted by 9 every night, and missed out on multiple things since I felt the need to gain near 8 hrs of sleep every night, it did prepare me for this semester of school. Which is also kicking my butt. I have to be at school by 730am every day monday-friday. This honestly means I get out of bed at 6:50, grab a hoody, throw on jeans, brush my teeth, maybe comb my hair, perhaps add some mascara (depending on how ambitious I feel) and walk to campus. I look really good all the time!<br />
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Ken, my husband, he's new- we got married- he really enjoys the fact that I get so ready every day. It's his favorite. But for real, he does still like me. We have been married a week and a half...so he better. And it's really nice having a husband. They do lots of nice things. For instance, when I forget things at home that are due in class- he goes and fetches it for me! and when all our flowers on our table are withering, he goes and gets new ones for me. It's honestly the greatest. I love him to death. I try returning favours by being a good wife, but it's really really hard! I do not know how people go to school and keep their house clean and make supper all while getting A's. Beat's me. </div>
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Here are some fancy pictures from the summer... out of order.</div>
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We had a nice BIG family reunion and this is what Sherwood family could make it. Pretty dang good looking family eh?</div>
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There was a slippery slide we went down lots, Brady really enjoyed it.</div>
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I hung out with this fellow a fair amount of time!</div>
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I held her as much as humanly possible and I cry that I can't see her anymore.</div>
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It was crazy and stressful, but I had so much fun with my family this summer and I miss them all to bits! I can't wait to see them again, which really does feel like never. In the meantime, however, I do get to be with the best guy in the world. SO I guess I can't complain! </div>
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Sonia Sherwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158285108125039559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344368135602205877.post-49215794591111677462012-06-03T15:36:00.000-07:002012-06-03T15:36:29.508-07:00Birdy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Rjrr1u_LCRs2YgrCcbnQMD1kHD6fEowcEFy62O42kk0LPE4uxDACJeV1Hj11wtp5Tfcjkl1WuNRpzNywUgpllqMyMEtcywpktb3ZrYLyDF3KwNxPKHep8P2jqL3m6pdsr9ii9j4OeQbe/s1600/IMG_0017.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5Rjrr1u_LCRs2YgrCcbnQMD1kHD6fEowcEFy62O42kk0LPE4uxDACJeV1Hj11wtp5Tfcjkl1WuNRpzNywUgpllqMyMEtcywpktb3ZrYLyDF3KwNxPKHep8P2jqL3m6pdsr9ii9j4OeQbe/s320/IMG_0017.JPG" width="225" /></a>Brady is 18! I can't believe my little buddy is an adult. I have to blog about Brady because the kid cracks me up and I have been special enough to have him as my brother for 18 years of my life.<br />
Whenever I describe Brady it always ends in, "well, Brady is just Brady." People that know my family would 100% understand this statement. There really are no words to fully describe him and the only way to understand him is to get to know him.<br />
Brady is our<i> family clown</i>. He can get anyone laughing. No matter how mad I am at him, I am constantly holding back bursts of laughter- he knows this and uses it to his advantage. He also is one of the <i>kindest</i> people I know. He is always looking for ways to help out and to be happy around people. He is always so polite around people, he really has such a <i>special spirit</i>. I do love him and cannot wait to see what life has in store for him! He will do amazing things.<br />
Happy birthday Birdy!<br />
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<br />Sonia Sherwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158285108125039559noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344368135602205877.post-49933095629999752122012-05-18T12:56:00.002-07:002012-05-18T12:56:30.715-07:00Whirl WIndEver since school ended life has kind of gone by fast and a whole lot of things have happened...<br />
<u><span style="color: #0b5394;">1st </span></u>I studied my face off for a good 2 weeks basically and ended up doing very well in all my classes. So my first 2 weeks out of school I anxiously awaited my grades to come in.<br />
<u><b><span style="color: #0b5394;">2nd</span></b></u> I came home to the most gorgeous niece and instantly fell in love with her. I have not gone a day since without seeing her, I will die when I have to go back to school. I could just hold her ALL DAY! Sadly, i'm not the only one that feels this way so I have to share her. We could say she is definitely loved. Whenever she is at our house everyone swarms her and marvels at everything she does. I wonder when that will stop, cause even when she makes very strange faces people laugh and comment on how cute she is. Let just hope she doesn't think too positively of this and continue it through out her life :)<br />
<span style="color: #0b5394;"><u>3RD!!!</u> </span>The most amazing guy ever (Ken) came to visit me and I was able to show him off to all my family. Ask him, that's literally all we did. My family is kind of a big deal and not just my immediate family -He had to meet my grandparents, aunts and uncles and cousins. I believe they all approved and they better have because...<br />
<u><span style="color: #0b5394;">4TH!!!!</span></u> He was SUPPOSE to leave Monday so I said my goodbyes and waited for him to text me and let me know he was back in Montana. He let me know when he was nearly in Great Falls and then that was the last I heard from him... until my Dad told me he wanted to go take pictures out on the Ridge during the sunset and I go out with him and I see Ken!! I knew the second that I saw him what was going to happen. Not going to lie I was a little nervous. He had chinese lanterns going off... some didn't go off due to wind (welcome to Southern Alberta), but I was still impressed. And then he said a bunch of great stuff and got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. I of course said yes because he is perfect and there is no better guy. So i'm ENGAGED!<br />
It's strange being with someone and nobody in Raymond has a clue who he is, and it stinks having him not live in relatively the same place as me- he lives in another country! However, I do still get to talk to him tons and there is nobody else I would rather talk to. He is truly amazing and I cannot wait to marry him!<br />
I really wasn't lying when I told you lots happened! I'm sure the rest of the summer will continue in the same manner. I now will plan a wedding, hold baby Hazel, look at my ring and visit my future husband! Sounds like a pretty fantastic few months to me!<br />
<br />Sonia Sherwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158285108125039559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344368135602205877.post-87346162372067254032012-04-25T10:17:00.001-07:002012-04-25T10:17:43.523-07:00One Day I Will<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> So
it’s been a while and a bunch of goodness has happened. My mom came back to
visit me, along with my aunt and uncle Peterson. The weekend they came ended up
being gorgeous. It was the weekend of General Conference and Saturday was
amazingly hot out. We went to the Saturday morning session, my
mom and I watched it in the Joseph Smith building and it was a very cool
experience. We went early and were able to watch a vast majority of the Joseph
Smith movie and so I was bawling before the Conference even began then
conference was amazing and so I cried all the more. I’m rather emotional
lately. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I
wanted really badly to go in to the Conference Center, since I have never been,
and so Ken (the best guy in the world) and I decided we would trek down Sunday
morning after saying goodbye to my family and go to the afternoon session.
WELL, before we even hit Ogden we were stuck in traffic, over an hour later we
finally were able to move. We reached Salt Lake and were half jogging all the
way to the conference center—with time quickly dwindling. Anyways, we get there
and we are seriously 5 people away from the door and they tell us they were
full. Ya, you could say I was disappointed. Real bummed out! So I pretended to
be tough as we walked back to the car, but I don’t hold things in very well, so
I just looked out the window and was a bum for the next half hour. I really
wanted to go!! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> Then
this last weekend I told Ken that my friend was singing at the Conference
Center on Saturday and that we should go. You should know that Ken is amazing
and will do anything I want to. So we leave Saturday morning at 11:00 so that
we can go find tickets and watch her at 1:00. We drive all the way down; get
there and they inform us that they are sold out! Now tell me how the goodness
that happens, the Conference Center is huge! So I was a bum… again. I just get
really sad when I drive forever to do a good thing and then it doesn’t work
out. And it wouldn’t even be that bad If I didn’t drag someone along with me…
but I act like it’s this magnificent idea and tell Ken to come with me and then
it doesn’t workout so well. Then I just feel bad so then I get sad and then I’m
a bum. It’s a vicious cycle. I have now retired on thinking of ideas. </span></div>
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very good at plans. He also continues to be amazing and think of great ideas,
so really- my contribution is unneeded. </span></div>
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prove that he’ll do anything for me, I say, “ Ken, put on these glasses and
lets drive around looking at people and pretend we don’t know anything is
wrong” (aka, lets just make fools out of ourselves). He does it. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> On the bright side (no pun intended) I have now figured out my life.. somewhat. I don't feel great about anything and I am still confused. But, I have signed a contract for a house in Provo and have began transferring all my paperwork so I can be legal when I go. So it's official, i'm leaving Logan. I really try not to think about it too hard, because I am in love with Logan and I love USU. It's just so much money! I have already talked to people about coming back to USU to get my masters in 2 years- so perhaps I will be back!</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I think it's funny how I am always so stressed about everything and then in the end, it all works out. I do trust that I am doing the right thing, it's just hard sometimes to find that confidence in my decisions. Throughout everything, I have found it hard to make all my decisions while being so far away from my family. Anyone who knows me will understand that I talk to my mom basically all day and I Skype my family on a regular basis. Regardless, it's not the same as being able to sit down on the couch together and discuss things. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Although I have struggled and felt alone I just couldn't help to notice how in tune my parents have been with the whole situation. My Mom is continually checking up on me and helping me accomplish my long list of things that need to be done. I have no idea what I would do without her. And then lately my Dad has been like a life coach, I don't know where it has come from, but it works! After talking on the phone with him I always feel more calm about everything. As I was struggling with everything, my Dad would always text me some 8 page text full of words of wisdom and encouragement. One night in particular, I was sitting in my living room contemplating my life- my mind was going 100mph trying to figure everything out. I felt alone and I felt like I wasn't receiving any help. Just as I was sitting there getting more and more frustrated, I got a long text from my Dad. He just wanted to tell me that I would figure everything out and that he had confidence in my decision making. I don't think he has a clue how much that meant to me and how that was exactly what I needed at that time. Since everything I was hearing sounded kinda like<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0zkJqC78b_w&feature=related" target="_blank"> this</a>.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> This whole time i've been searching for answers, but I guess i've had the tools to find the right ones all along. I definitely couldn't have gotten this far alone. Now if only my parents could do my laundry through texts and skype...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">ONly 43 more days! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I feel like my life goes in one giant cycle. I have a couple good months of stress-free goodness- I am 100% sure about what I am doing in my life and I don't doubt anything. THEN! I come across a point where I begin to question everything! I start thinking way too much and then I decide I need to do something different with my life and I end up in a pickle. This is exactly where I am right now.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I recently applied to BYU since it is half the price of what I pay to attend Utah State and it really is a good school! I just spontaneously decided one day that I was going to apply. I didn't think much of it afterwards and, to be honest, I didn't think I would get accepted. However, I got accepted! Now I have to figure out what the heck I am supposed to do. I just went down and spent the weekend in Provo with Lacey Holt and Kaitlyn Turner.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> They showed me around campus and got me all the more confused :). I have some major issues to begin with when it comes to making decisions, I can't even choose what movie I would like to watch at night, let alone choose a school for the next two years that could ultimately change my entire life! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">If everything I have worked so hard for at USU would transfer perfectly to BYU I would do it in a second. However, if I go there I have to take 5 religion classes and 3 extra GE classes I wouldn't normally have to take if I were to stay in Logan. However, BYU would save me around $10,000 dollars in the next two years! Pretty convincing if you ask me...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">I just want answers right now and it makes me sick having to sit here waiting to see if everything will work out. I just want someone to tell me what to do! I have zero patience.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> In his talk, Waiting upon the Lord, Robert D. Hales said,</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><i>"</i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;"><i>Too often we pray to have patience, but we want it right now!" </i></span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">I would have to say that is exactly how I am. I have been praying and fasting about what I should do, but I just feel like my answer is, "It's up to you!".... Not all that helpful. </span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px;">I know that whatever I choose it will work out and I will be just fine! I just don't enjoy not knowing right now! </span></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Who would have guessed that trying to go home for a week
would become such a chore? I am about to the point of asking complete strangers
if they would like to go for a 10hr drive north for a nice, cold tour of
southern Alberta for a week in March... I may just have to come up with a
better pick-up line.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>People tend
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Turns out that after the break it will be very near to the
summer months and I’ve been doing terrible when it comes to working out- I blame it on my cold. Regardless, my one
piece, speedo swimsuit that seems to hug my body in my most favorite areas, may
not be such a lovely contraption to squish into this year.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It usually fits so well other years….
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">On a completely different note, my anatomy class has the lovely
PRIVILEGE of working on cadavers for the remainder of the semester. How
special! There is nothing I love more than handling someone who has been dead
for over a year and is watered every now and then so they don’t dry out. Wednesday
was our first time in the cadaver lab, which was conveniently after our test-so
I was already stressed! I already felt light headed from thinking so hard for
the past 20hrs. (No, my test did not take me 20hrs to complete, that was the
time Courtney and me crammed as much knowledge we could into our caput, also
known as your cranium, skull, or head.) So we walk in and there are three black
body bags on the tables. We are taken to the end of the room to put on some
aprons and gloves. We are then asked to put on some safety goggles- just incase
some of the “juices” squirt into our eyes. We go through precautions; what to
do when we feel light headed and then asked to not high-five the cadavers or
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The next two hours were spent “checking out” Mary, Robert
and Sally. I am glad to tell ya that I did not pass out and was able to stay
focused the majority of the time. The only thing that did make me sick were
those terrible plastic goggles, they spent the majority of the time on top of
my head or hanging under my chin- I have confidence in my blinking reflexes
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<o:p><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> Now don't all go running to your nearest cadaver lab! As thrilling as that may all seem, it's really not all that exciting and was somewhat disgusting. </span></o:p></div>
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though- that I do a lot since it covers my entire wall directly in front of my
bed- but I have mascara under my entire left eye, down my cheek and then across
my left hand. In a perfect line.. I’m confused my this. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Heck, I probably wandered campus all day
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Now as fulfilling as this whole thing has been i'm going back to my books! And just incase any of you are curious, I now have 71 days until May 4th-my day of freedom! Just thought i'd throw that out there.</span></div>
<!--EndFragment-->Sonia Sherwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158285108125039559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344368135602205877.post-78955158277475482202012-02-09T22:35:00.000-08:002012-02-09T22:35:12.557-08:00A More Excellent Way<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> My weeks just fly by! They suck and are stuffed full of a bunch of stuff I have to finish, but suddenly it's Friday again! I will never complain about this! </span><br />
<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.youtube.com/embed/A06iOTMGLrY?feature=player_embedded' frameborder='0'></iframe><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I kind of started my weekend early and since I have no tests tomorrow I decided to basically not do anything once I got home until the basketball game. Speaking of this basketball game, for one, I took the dumbest possible route to get there. I was walking there by myself from my house, and it was kind of getting dark out so I decided to walk along the main roads. Well, just some background history about Logan- Campus is located very conveniently on a giant hill and no matter which way you approach it you might as well crawl on your hands and knees since you are scaling the sidewalk- just saying! So I turned onto this road and started towards the Spectrum and halfway up I realize that i'm approaching this wall of pavement called the road and I had to walk up it! Honestly, killed me. I swear if I had leaned forward I could have kiss the road while still walking! Secondly, I love Utah State, minus it's hills. I forgot how much I love going to there games. I was lucky and got to sit on the fourth row under the basket and It was just all around fantastic! Our fans our crazy and I was very proud to be an Aggie, especially since we won. You can just check out some Aggie awesomeness above if you would like to waste some time watching something rather pointless!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> On a much more serious note, I am a month away from Spring Break and I have never been happier! At first I was thinking I would love to just head south for a week and go somewhere warm, however, the more I thought about it, I honestly would rather just head north and go home for a week! So I am crossing my fingers that it stays nice out. Also, I need people to drive with me, too bad I know only 2 other Canadians here at USU. Although i'm under the impression that Weber has the same week off as me this year, so maybe i'll force some other people to come with me! Who wouldn't want to go back to Alberta!?</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> But I am being right ridiculous right now, I am usually in bed by 10:30 every night during the week, it's nearly midnight and here I am! I tell ya, I started my weekend early! Good thing I gotta tell a joke in my Sign class tomorrow and I have practiced it maybe twice! It's not very funny to begin with though, so maybe me trying to sign it when I haven't practiced will make it that much more humorous! </span><br />
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<br />Sonia Sherwoodhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11158285108125039559noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3344368135602205877.post-83577866918021406022012-02-03T19:45:00.000-08:002012-02-03T19:45:07.727-08:00All I Ever Wanted<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So I have been dealing with this need/want to begin a blog for much too long. I have been waiting for my life to get exciting and have come to the final conclusion that I will probably be sitting around waiting for a REALLY long time and I should just write down all my fantastic thoughts anyways! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Plus, I have been a really good "Blog Stalker" for years now. I might as well become a blogger myself?? Enough of that jazz though, clearly this is my first post, now ya know i'm like everyone else that starts a blog and I feel awkward and I too am under the impression that my life is boring! AWESOME!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Anyways, today is Friday and I have officially finished one more week of my sophomore spring semester! I now only have to get through 13 more- yes i'm counting. Actually, me and The Mother pulled out the calendar before I ventured back to school and counted out the weeks of torture I was about to bear before I would be back in beautiful Canada.. i've been counting down ever since! I pretend that 13 weeks is going to fly by, I believe I am lying to myself..</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"> I might as well warn ya ahead of time that my posts will probably always tie back to school, cause it just so happens that school is kicking my butt and is infesting my mind. I try to veer away from it, but it just pops back up!! A little personal advice, never in your life take 17 credits unless you absolutely have to! And unless you are completely insane and really love to go crazy for 4months at a time, try learning some Sign Language! It will be a fantastic time.. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Once May rolls around though I shall be as happy as a.. student that just got out of school... Because, not only is May 4th the last day of finals, it is also the due date of my lovely sister and I shall be an aunt, to what I am sure will be the cutest niece ever! It is also the little brothers 14th birthday and it will most likely be the day I drive back to Alberta! It's pretty safe to say that could possibly be the best day EVER!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Here's to 91 more days!</span><br />
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