This is Beckah. We're sisters. And I love her.
Friday, November 12, 2010
Halfway mark
day 15. a photo of you and someone you love
This is Beckah. We're sisters. And I love her.
This is Beckah. We're sisters. And I love her.
Thursday, November 11, 2010
Family...isn't it about time?
day 14. a photo of one of your favourite family members
Are you KIDDING me? I have to pick ONE favourite family member?!
I couldn't do it with my immediate family, so I had to broaden my horizons a little.
This is my cousin Aimery. He has a beard and a great sense of humor, he speaks French, and he has been one of my favorite cousins since I was like 2. And he still is. (And I promise he's not an inmate or a terrorist or a refugee. Even though in this picture, he kind of looks like all of those things.)
Are you KIDDING me? I have to pick ONE favourite family member?!
I couldn't do it with my immediate family, so I had to broaden my horizons a little.
This is my cousin Aimery. He has a beard and a great sense of humor, he speaks French, and he has been one of my favorite cousins since I was like 2. And he still is. (And I promise he's not an inmate or a terrorist or a refugee. Even though in this picture, he kind of looks like all of those things.)
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
A friend is someone who sees right through you...
...and still enjoys the view.
Today is day 13. a photo of your best friend(s)
And again, I'm a big fan of that (s) up there. I have been blessed with so many wonderful friends throughout my life. A handful of friends from high school have helped make me who I am today. (Brette Marie, Amanda, and Kristen, in particular.) But since arriving at college, through serendipitous/divine means, I have had the opportunity to be friends with some pretty incredible people. Like these ones:
I've known most of these people for quite a few years now. We've been through all kinds of adventures...impromptu roadtrips, broken engagements, weddings, moving, graduating, flunking out, mission calls, and homecomings. I love these people.
The 5-2's: Beckah, Nellie, and Jenny Mae, who all lived in the Hawmps starting in 2006, and one of whom I've known since she was 2 days old, and loved her since she was 3 days old. Saraphim, one of the most caring people I've ever met, who took me under her wing. Annie and Allison, with whom I have shared countless nights of laughter and confiding. Kathleen and Jesse, a dear former roommate and the big brother I never had growing up (even though he did watch me grow up). Meredith, who I was intimidated by for a solid two years, and Jordan, with whom I have shared countless long drives and long talks. Carrie, who I've known since Acting I in 2004, and her husband Scott, who are together the greatest friends and neighbors a newly married couple could ask for. And of course, my newest but definitely one of the dearest best friends, my husband Jacob.
We have all gone separate ways, some for a time, only to return, and others on longer journeys. We're more spread out now...from England to Oregon to New York to California. There was one weekend a year or two ago, when everyone ended up in Rexburg for a weekend visit, and as we sat around and talked after Church, quietly conversing and simply enjoying one another's company, Sarah Jagger turned to me and said "This is what I imagine the Celestial kingdom is like...surrounded by people you love, who love you back. And if it's not like this, I don't want to go there."
Amen, Sister Jagger. Amen.
Today is day 13. a photo of your best friend(s)
And again, I'm a big fan of that (s) up there. I have been blessed with so many wonderful friends throughout my life. A handful of friends from high school have helped make me who I am today. (Brette Marie, Amanda, and Kristen, in particular.) But since arriving at college, through serendipitous/divine means, I have had the opportunity to be friends with some pretty incredible people. Like these ones:
I've known most of these people for quite a few years now. We've been through all kinds of adventures...impromptu roadtrips, broken engagements, weddings, moving, graduating, flunking out, mission calls, and homecomings. I love these people.
The 5-2's: Beckah, Nellie, and Jenny Mae, who all lived in the Hawmps starting in 2006, and one of whom I've known since she was 2 days old, and loved her since she was 3 days old. Saraphim, one of the most caring people I've ever met, who took me under her wing. Annie and Allison, with whom I have shared countless nights of laughter and confiding. Kathleen and Jesse, a dear former roommate and the big brother I never had growing up (even though he did watch me grow up). Meredith, who I was intimidated by for a solid two years, and Jordan, with whom I have shared countless long drives and long talks. Carrie, who I've known since Acting I in 2004, and her husband Scott, who are together the greatest friends and neighbors a newly married couple could ask for. And of course, my newest but definitely one of the dearest best friends, my husband Jacob.
We have all gone separate ways, some for a time, only to return, and others on longer journeys. We're more spread out now...from England to Oregon to New York to California. There was one weekend a year or two ago, when everyone ended up in Rexburg for a weekend visit, and as we sat around and talked after Church, quietly conversing and simply enjoying one another's company, Sarah Jagger turned to me and said "This is what I imagine the Celestial kingdom is like...surrounded by people you love, who love you back. And if it's not like this, I don't want to go there."
Amen, Sister Jagger. Amen.
Tuesday, November 09, 2010
Babies, films, selves
day 10. a photo of you as a baby
I think I look particularly German in this picture. Which makes sense, since I'm pretty German.
day 11. a photo of your favourite film(s)
(That little "s" in parentheses up there made me so happy...asking me to choose just one is torture. And I know I said I'm only posting one picture per category on matter of principle, but this category gave me permission to post multiple ones, so I did.)
From left to right, top to bottom (but not in order of preference...):
Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home
Bandits
Lost in Translation
Wonderboys
Wonderman
Moonstruck
Cabaret
Dan in Real Life
Kuch Kuch Hota Hai
The Birdcage (if I absolutely HAD to pick just one, this one would probably be it...)
Little Miss Sunshine
East of Eden
day 12. a photo of you
BA HA HA!
Just kidding! I just found this picture while I was looking for a shot of Moonstruck, and it was too hilarious not to post. Here's a REAL picture of me. (Even though that's what MOST of these pictures in this silly challenge are.)
I like to think that I've spent most of college being college-student-esque enough to do crazy things, but not so crazy that the results are more permanent than memories and photographic evidence. (Did that make sense? Like, I don't have a criminal record or anything from things I've done in college, just pictures of me on a fridge with lipstick and Elton John sunglasses and a comb and fireman pants...)
day 11. a photo of your favourite film(s)
(That little "s" in parentheses up there made me so happy...asking me to choose just one is torture. And I know I said I'm only posting one picture per category on matter of principle, but this category gave me permission to post multiple ones, so I did.)
Star Trek IV: The Voyage Home
Bandits
Lost in Translation
Wonderboys
Wonderman
Moonstruck
Cabaret
Dan in Real Life
Kuch Kuch Hota Hai
The Birdcage (if I absolutely HAD to pick just one, this one would probably be it...)
Little Miss Sunshine
East of Eden
day 12. a photo of you
Just kidding! I just found this picture while I was looking for a shot of Moonstruck, and it was too hilarious not to post. Here's a REAL picture of me. (Even though that's what MOST of these pictures in this silly challenge are.)
Monday, November 08, 2010
Shopping at the wrong time of the month
Know what I hate? Almost more than anything else in the world?
Crowded stores.
I hate 'em. I hate them more than slushy sidewalks or soggy cereal or waking up right before your alarm goes off.
I probably hate them so much because I have to deal with them on a more regular basis than any of the other above-mentioned things. People in small towns don't seem to understand walking traffic patterns, and no one is aware of their personal space, and everyone talks SO LOUD, about who's roommate said what and is she really mad or is her hair even real and blah blah blah, and even if all I need is a gallon of organic milk and a snow scraper, I am forced to navigate through all of the inherent cruelties of capitalism (not that capitalism is inherently cruel by nature, but there are aspects of it that are cruel and inherent) and crowds of obnoxious people who stop in doorways and walkways and JUST STAND THERE. I end up despising my peers and correcting their grammar in my head, and hating consumerism with all kinds of force.
I have never been to a store on Black Friday. Wanna know why? Because I just learned last year that it's called "Black Friday" because stores are financially "in the black" and can afford to sell everything at low prices. I always thought it was called "Black Friday" because it's such a nightmare. As in, "It's a black day at Walmart." And I still think my definition is more accurate. Why would you go shopping on a day the name of which reminds me of the plague?
Anyway. I got my gallon of milk and snow scraper. I'll catch up on the 30-day Photo Challenge tomorrow (day 10. a photo of you as a baby, day 11. a photo of your favourite film(s), day 12. a photo of you). Tonight, I'm going to stay in my hovel, away from humanity and retail, and eat brownies while I try to catch up on New Testament homework.
Saturday, November 06, 2010
Whittakers are coming, dontcha know it!
day 9. a photo of your family
First of all, I feel that I have many "families."
- extended family
- in-laws
- close friends
- theatre comrades
- etc
But for this photo, I decided to post a picture of my "roots," so to speak. (At least, some of them.) These are the Whittakers.
There are a lot of favorite things about this picture, but I still can't get over how Beckah seems to be "awkward-handing" the ENTIRE photo. This was taken about 3 years ago. I also think it's a good example of how no-one in my family seems to look alike. Granted, we're not all biologically related. But biological relation is still kind of arbitrary to who looks like who. Just for fun, take a moment and try to guess who's blood-related to who. (Although, I guess most of you readers already know. But this will be fun for those who don't, I guess.)
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The red-haired woman in the back is my step-mom. Her two biological daughters are Isha, the brunette with curly-ish hair on the far left, and Melissa, the red-head on the far right who's threatening to shoot me. The man is my biological father. The brunette in the middle (whose arms are taking over the picture) is his other daughter, my sister.
As we've gotten older, Beckah and I have grown to look more alike, but our coloring is so different, that a lot of people don't seem to notice. I look a TON like my mom, and Beckah takes after Dad a little bit more. Isha and Mel are kind of the same way...they don't look a ton alike. Melissa looks more like Mary (my step-mom), and Isha looks more like her dad.
Anyway, that's just one of my "families." But I love 'em. =)
First of all, I feel that I have many "families."
- extended family
- in-laws
- close friends
- theatre comrades
- etc
But for this photo, I decided to post a picture of my "roots," so to speak. (At least, some of them.) These are the Whittakers.
There are a lot of favorite things about this picture, but I still can't get over how Beckah seems to be "awkward-handing" the ENTIRE photo. This was taken about 3 years ago. I also think it's a good example of how no-one in my family seems to look alike. Granted, we're not all biologically related. But biological relation is still kind of arbitrary to who looks like who. Just for fun, take a moment and try to guess who's blood-related to who. (Although, I guess most of you readers already know. But this will be fun for those who don't, I guess.)
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Think you got it?
The red-haired woman in the back is my step-mom. Her two biological daughters are Isha, the brunette with curly-ish hair on the far left, and Melissa, the red-head on the far right who's threatening to shoot me. The man is my biological father. The brunette in the middle (whose arms are taking over the picture) is his other daughter, my sister.
As we've gotten older, Beckah and I have grown to look more alike, but our coloring is so different, that a lot of people don't seem to notice. I look a TON like my mom, and Beckah takes after Dad a little bit more. Isha and Mel are kind of the same way...they don't look a ton alike. Melissa looks more like Mary (my step-mom), and Isha looks more like her dad.
Anyway, that's just one of my "families." But I love 'em. =)
Friday, November 05, 2010
Oh I'm Still Alive
day 8. a photo of your favourite band/musician
There are a lot of favourite musicians of whom I could have posted a picture. But I decided to post this one because I love them a lot lately. And always. And it's a great picture.
Wonderful Pearl Jam. Aren't they awesome?
There are a lot of favourite musicians of whom I could have posted a picture. But I decided to post this one because I love them a lot lately. And always. And it's a great picture.
Thursday, November 04, 2010
Rahul
day 7. a photo of someone you love
Of course, the first person I thought of was my husband. But you guys hear about that ALL the time, and PLUS there are other photos coming later that he'll be in.
(Also, this project is super difficult for me...I always think of like, eight photos to post. On matter of principle, I'm refusing to post more than one picture per category.)
SO, I decided to post a picture of someone I love, but have never met. "Love" in this context means admire, appreciate, respect...no romantic business here.
This guy is one of Bollywood's biggest stars. And he's pretty awesome. Go look him up. He's cheesy and intelligent. And he built up a six-pack for "Om Shanti Om." At age like, 42.
Of course, the first person I thought of was my husband. But you guys hear about that ALL the time, and PLUS there are other photos coming later that he'll be in.
(Also, this project is super difficult for me...I always think of like, eight photos to post. On matter of principle, I'm refusing to post more than one picture per category.)
SO, I decided to post a picture of someone I love, but have never met. "Love" in this context means admire, appreciate, respect...no romantic business here.
This guy is one of Bollywood's biggest stars. And he's pretty awesome. Go look him up. He's cheesy and intelligent. And he built up a six-pack for "Om Shanti Om." At age like, 42.
Wednesday, November 03, 2010
Awkwardness is the uniting human experience
day 6. a photo that makes you laugh
I love this picture so much. Because it's two of my favorite people, in what is famously one of the awkwardest photos in the history of BYU-Idaho. This was 80's day at "Crazy For You" rehearsal. That explains the outfits. But we still don't know why Jenny is grabbing Beckah's uterus.
Tuesday, November 02, 2010
Braiiiinnnnssss....
Remember when Rexburg experienced an Apocalypse of the Undead? That was awesome.
It's been in the works for a few months...the original vision was a flash mob, but since that didn't benefit Rexburg's business owners, we had to get an event permit instead. (Because heaven forbid the city should allow us to just do something fun, and the city is famous for shutting down any gathering that doesn't have a permit.) Some may say we sold out a little bit, but it was so much fun that I don't really care.
I went to DI and got costumes for Jacob and I, then took a steak knife and black paint to them. We looked up tutorials on zombie make-up, and come Thursday evening, we became undead.
Jacob - Doctor Zombie
Liz - Business Executive Zombie
Anna - Prom Queen Zombie
Carrie - The Prissy Zombie
Scott - Average White American Male Zombie (or the "Got Off Work Ten Minutes Before Zombie")
There were stations set up throughout town to assist people in zombie-fying. The really tall guy and the really short girl are the Johanssens, whom I adore.
And at five o'clock on the dot, we began our march down Main Street.
It was incredible. We attacked a rooftop with spectators. (Who turned out to be my old roommate Mallory, her fiancee Matt and some other friends.)
We attacked the front door of our friend Brandilyn's boutique "Panache," along with several other front doors and windows of businesses on Main Street (which was luckily met with thumbs up and camera flashes, rather than calls to the cops). I won an award for "Best Zombie Walk" and my trophy was a mutilated Barbie. (Which is now proudly on display in the Script Library. And my abs were sore for two days.)
There were Zombie brides, Zombie contact lenses, Zombie burn victims, and Zombie infants...
There was Zombie dancing...
And, of course, Zombie romance.
And of course, we attacked and rocked a car that held my friend Melanie and her boyfriend, who didn't know there was a Zombie Apocalypse, and who got into playing "victims." But those pictures are a little too graphic for the internet, I'm afraid...
Until next year, fellow Undead!
Oh, and even though there are plenty on this blog already, here's
day 5. a photo of you
Monday, November 01, 2010
"Gonna rise up, find my direction magnetically." --Eddie Vedder
day 4. a photo of the last place you went on holiday
Remember that time my husband and I went on an impromptu road trip to the Oregon Coast? That was the last place I went on holiday. And it was amazing.
Remember that time my husband and I went on an impromptu road trip to the Oregon Coast? That was the last place I went on holiday. And it was amazing.
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