The Life of a Cripple

Since my surgery on Wednesday, I have received lots of support from all y'all out in the blogging world! Comments, tweets, and messages have been sent and they've been greatly appreciated on myu end :)

These past few days have been spent on the couch with my let propped up on the mountain of pillows lining the cushions. Ice has been on my leg constantly, and so has the iPad.

Honestly, I've been so bored. The highlight of my day yesterday was getting to go sit outside for a few minutes. I'm in a prison where I can only use crutches and wheelchairs and can't do anything without assistance. I have to have help going upstairs. I have to have help going downstairs. I have to have help to go outside. I need people to get my ice and drugs for me. It's so frustrating not being able to do things for myself.

I wanted to take a shower today, but we weren't up for the challenge. Instead, my dad created a salon-like experience with the kitchen sink. I wheeled my wheelchair up to the sink and laid my head back as he shampooed and conditioned my hair. It felt so good to have clean hair!

And, today my wonderful friend came over! We were only allowed to stay in the front room because my whole family has the flu, but it was great. We ate soup and drank chocolate milk while looking at hairstyles on Pinterest. I curled and waterfall-braided her hair and she french braided mine. We listened to music and took pictures of each other.

We had a jolly good time playing around. It was sad to see her go, cause that meant back to the couch for me.

And that's how I will be for four months.



It started this morning when we went to the hospital at 7:45. They made me pee into a cup, put a gown on, and lay in a bed while they poked needles into my arms. They put my hair in a net, and wheeled me off.
Next thing I know, I have a throbbing pain in my calf and see my cast. My toes were orange. They left me in the bed for an hour and finally let me out to go home.
It hurts and throbs and my toes are numb.
Yay for surgery.

Servin' the Lord

This is my brother. One of the most amazing things that comes with Christmas is talking to my missionary brother. We got a skype call at 12:06, and by that time we were nearly hyperventilating because he was supposed to call at 12. We hooked up the computer to the big screen, and set the cardboard cutout beside him. Three Kents were staring at us. 

He comes home May 8th. holy cow.

{Portraits} Oh the weather outside is frightful...

Christmas Eve, the day that lasts forever. The night that you stay awake, lying in your bed, wishing for sleep to overtake you. The day where you don't know what to do, or where to go, so you stay at home all day.
It's a Wonderful Life, a snow photoshoot, and eating samples at Costco, while sipping on a pepperment shake and enjoying treats from friends. That's my Christmas Eve.

ps. Tomorrow is Christmas.

Liebster Award!

I was nominated by the wonderful Andrea from Mostly Happenstance.

The Rules
1. List 11 facts about yourself.
2. Answer the 11 questions given to you.
3. Create 11 new questions for the bloggers you nominate for the award.
4. Choose 11 bloggers with 200 or less followers to nominate.
5. Go to each bloggers page and let them know about the award.
6. Thank the person who nominated you and link back to their blog.

Here are 11 Facts about me:
1. I love taking pictures.
2. I am having surgery on the day after Christmas.
3. I love the holidays!
4. My favorite color is pink.
5. I love lots of kinds of music.
6. I love the movie Hitch.
7. I lived in North Carolina for the majority of my life until we moved to Utah two years ago.
8. I love reading.
9. I am a Mormon.
10. I'm half Japanese.
11. I wear contacts

Here are my 11 questions to answer:

1. Did you ever have an imaginary friend?
I think it was pretty much all of my stuffed animals. I always played with them.

2. Coffee or Tea?
Neither! Hot cocoa is my favorite.

3. What's your favorite sport?
GOLF. And marching band, if that counts.

4. What do you fear the most?
Being completely alone. With spiders. In the middle of the ocean. Surrounded by sharks.

5. What's your favorite board game?
I love time's up, but it's not a board game. Settlers of Catan is pretty great!

6. Can you say the alphabet backwards?
If I think really hard, yes. But most of the time, I can't!

7. What is your absolute favorite book? Have you read it more than once?

I love Montana Summer, but I love a lot of books! And yes, I have :)

8. What is your favorite website to visit?
Well, facebook, my email, and my blog (and pinterest) are the most viewed, but I love CaLea's blog. I read it every time she has a new post.

9. Who is your idol?

I look up to my older brothers a lot. They seem to know what's going on.

10. What is your favorite vacation spot?
I love the Outer Banks. The most beautiful beach in North Carolina!

11. Are your toenails painted? If so, what color?
 They are like french, or whatever you call that!

Here are the 11 questions for the wonderful bloggers to answer:

1. What's your favorite movie?
2. What was the last thing you ate?
3. What's your most embarrassing moment?
4. What's your favorite book?
5. Look to your right. What are the first 5 things you see?
6. What are your hobbies?
7. Top 3 TV shows?
8. What's your favorite holiday tradition?
9. If you could be any Disney princess, which would you be? And why?
10. Who is your idol?
11. Curly or straight hair?

Here are the 11 amazing bloggers:

1. Annie @ Wonders Untold
2. Jillian @ No Regrets
3. Carlee @ Misseemoo
4. Sabrina @ Individuality
5. Amanda @ Faith Love Strength
6. Chelsi @ Truly Yours
7. Hannah @ Heart Distance
8. Chantal @ B in the Bay
9. Kyndal @ Honey Kissed Kitchen
10. Jade @ Forget Me Not
11. Courtney @ Crazy Beautiful Life

Salvation Army Love

Remember this post? Here's the movie!
It was so much fun to shoot. And if you're paying attention you can see the guy in a bear suit :)

I heard the bells on Christmas day.

Yesterday I got the opportunity to be in a video playing my trumpet. I had no idea what we were we were going to do or anything. My friend and I were instructed to look like we were window shopping on a sunny winter day.

We drove up to a house in Salt Lake in our winter-esk clothing and they ushered us inside. There was a huge head that looked like santa on the floor with what looked like a 15 foot tail behind him. We set up in the sun room with other trumpet and horn players and were handed music. It was 8 measures long and we were instructed to memorized it. The music arranger came and we worked out the small details of when we were entering and what we were going to do for the video.

You know how there are bell ringers on the outside of stores? Well the gist of the video is that we all appear out of the blue and join him in playing some music outside the store. First, there was a man playing a drum that ran up and asked him if he could play with him. Three more drummers joined him, with one trumpet and one horn. My friend and I and another person were waiting in the store concealing our instruments in the store's bags. We walked outside as well and started playing I heard the Bells on Christmas Day. There was a santa dragon that flew in front of us and a bear that handed out oranges. At the end, and wonderful opera singer sang the last words, and Tiny Tim came out and said something.

It was one of the most organized un-organized thing that I've ever been a part of. There were lots of last minute adjustments that were made. There were lots of cameras that were on the other side of the street filming us.

At the last one that we did it at, the manager came out and told us to stop, but we kept going.

It was exhilarating. It was fun. And it was better than anything else I could have been doing yesterday.

the most wonderful time of the year

I love Christmas. // I love caroling to the elderly. // I love peppermint sticks in oranges. // I love decorating cookies. // I love gingerbread houses. // I love the anticipation, waiting, wishing. // I love snow. // I love the wintery clothes. // I love the lights. // I love the giving. // I love the shopping for others. //  I love the hot cocoa. // I love santa. // I love the parties filled with joy and laughter. // I love the atmosphere. // I love Christmas.

we live to serve

We just recently had a ward Christmas party. We had people from around the neighborhood come and dine and watch the Christmas program. My friends and I were set as servers of the food. We gave out rice, pork, beans, and fruit salad. It was so much fun because we got to see people and talk to almost everyone! And I love talking to people.

After the party, we were walking home and stopped by my house. I went inside and came back out a million times and there were still people there. I even took a shower and they were still there. It was quite a long time before they left my driveway.

Maybe they are even still there now. Who knows?

we almost met santa

It was the night of the concert. The room was filled with the buzzing of anticipation from the crowd. The jazz band was adding a relaxed element to the auditorium. People filed in as they waited for the bands to start. We got on stage and began our piece. Thunderous applause followed each performance, and we sat down to watch the other bands. Sounds of merriment and good tidings were all around us as we took our seats. The shows by all the bands were excellent.

And then, the last song. We knew that there would be a 'special guest' if we wished hard, but that was just for the little kids. Sleigh Bells started and Santa came through the doors. Screams of joy filled the air as he took the stage.

We were planning on talking to him afterward, but the line was endless. We decided to take a picture pointing to Santa cause we are impatient people. So we did. And there you go.

I almost got to tell him that I want a new camera for Christmas. And I want my brother to skype home from his mission, but I didn't.

Being a mature 15 year old is so overrated. Can't I get excited over seeing Santa?

As lengends say..

...There was once a day where the numbers all aligned. As the little children looked through old photographs they urged their grandmother to share the tale of the fateful day of December 12th, 2012. The elderly woman sighed and reminisced about that day. 

She took a deep breath and began the tale.

It was a chilly December morning. I had been studying for a Chemistry test until 11:30 the night before. I heard my iPod ring indicating that I was to get up. I was nestled in my blankets and thought that I could have manage couple more minutes of shut-eye. I had forgotten that I also set my phone to ring to wake me up. Scary monsters and nice sprites by Skrillex started pulsing throughout my room. My heart stopped beating and I jumped out of bed to turn it off. It had done its job. I was out of bed.

The day was normal. We were getting ready for our concert that was that night, and the early morning jazz band was on the stage practicing. We weren't even going to be performing in the concert, but we still practiced in the auditorium. The lights kept flickering as the band director tried to find the best lighting. The sax's hadn't practiced, and as they were running through their parts I studied my chemistry flash cards. I was sure I was going to fail the test.

Precalc came around and I took a quiz, looking at the clock that seemed broken. The ticks and the tocks were getting further apart from the previous, and I was falling asleep. Maybe I shouldn't have stayed so late to study. The bell rang and I hurried to percussion, in which we were practicing for the concert. The class seemed endless, and my stomach growled in anticipation for lunch.

AP environmental science came next. I found out that all the water drained out of the ecosystem, and found that the fish were dead. I was devastated. We took notes, and we gazed at our ecocolumn thinking what we had done wrong. We saw a tail whip around and I thought, "No. Our fish cannot be alive. There's no water in there!" But alas, there were two out of the three fish still alive. Life seemed to turn onto fast forward, and we dashed around looking for something else to put our poor fish in. We saved them, though. Thank goodness.

And then lunch. I had forgotten about 12:12 entirely. To be honest, I was just trying to survive through the day. I couldn't believe that it was only Wednesday. As I was thinking about homework I had, my friend ran up to me saying that it was 12:10! I thought, Why did she want to tell me that? But then it dawned on me, 12:12! On 12/12/12!!

I stared at my phone until it turned to 12:12. I screamed. I shouted. I took a picture. I ate a cookie. I danced. I screamed some more. And then the minute was over.

That was the best minute of my whole entire life. 

Or, the most memorable at least.

As the grandkids snored softly, she realized that they had fallen asleep. She had forgotten about that day until then. Bless their hearts, she thought, I would have never remembered this without them! She smiled gently and closed her eyes, remembering the cookies.

inpromptu snowfall

"Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather." -John Ruskin

The sky was dark and there was a slight chill. I could see my breath as I admired the endless black sky. There were tiny flakes floating from above, tickling my nose and falling gently around me. The car purred as we stalled in the school parking lot, waiting to go inside. We sat, taking in the still moment around us.

{Flash forward: end of first period}

After enduring a seemingly endless period of math, I passed by a window. The image was serene, filled with heavy snowflakes lazily gliding out of the heavens above. The kids outside seemed to be in a daze. The snow dotted their hair, clothes, books.

{Flash forward: lunch}

I longingly gazed out of the school doors. Each bite of my sandwich grew closer together as I rushed to finish eating. I wished to go outside, to see the winter wonderland that the snow was creating. I pulled my jacket over my head and flew out of the doors. The snow was creating a flat bed on the ground that was fluffy and sweet. We frolicked, we played, we took pictures.

{Flash forward: after school}

It was really coming down hard. There was a perfect amount for a snowball fight. Perfect texture, perfect flakes. The beauty took my breath away. The whiteness blinded my eyes. The perfection made my heart skip a beat. The peacefulness made me stop and stare. The chill made my teeth chatter. The spectacular sight made me love the fact that I'm alive.

for all you know, i'm the next big thing

My ward (church group) had the opportunity to help at the bishop's storehouse. The storehouse is a place where people who don't have enough food in our society can come and have something to eat. There were jobs like bagging tomatoes, oranges, and onions. My friend and I were assigned the onion-bagger duty. We took this seriously. There were more than six bags filled with onions waiting to be bagged.
At first, we had to weigh each bag that we filled, but pretty soon we got the hang of it. There were five perfect onions that we saved to put in the same bag so they would all look nice together. The person who gets that bag is suuuper lucky!
After finishing up our bagging duty, we headed over to where everyone else was bagging toilet paper. We assigned ourselves the honor of opening the boxes and flipping them over onto the table so everyone could bag them. I think that we were even better at that than bagging onions.

Lesson learned? Service is a blast. Especially when you're with your friends. :)