Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Brigham Awards


Yesterday I had the joy of attending the BYU unforum, in which my fine university takes an hour and brags about itself, but in a humble and endearing way. We were entertained by skits mocking the ways of recently returned missionaries that will ALWAYS get a laugh out of a BYU audience, were cultured by the Folk Dance team's rendition of an Indian hoedown disrespectful? i don't know the right dance term, ok!? and admired those students who had been selected to receive the prestigious Brigham Award.

The Brigham Award is an honor given to students or professors who have embodied the spirit of BYU-namely the spirit of service. When the email came around at the beginning of the semester asking for nominations for this year's Brigham Awards, I paused before immediately hitting the delete button and thought, "Tracie."

I then proceeded to type up a few paragraphs on Tracie included below while sitting on the 2nd floor of the library. I hit submit, and then went on my jolly way without another thought concerning the matter. Can one be jolly and not round in physique? 

Fast forward 2 months. I'm sitting in the MCKB computer lab (It's the best one on campus people. But don't go there because then I won't have a place to sit) when I get a text from Tracie.

"Rachie....."
"Mmmyess?"
"Did you nominate me for the Brigham Award?"
".....why? Did you win!?"

She had. 
I had a hayday. Right there outside of the McKay.

I think I've enjoyed this whole thing a lot more than Tracie has. I bring it up and rub it in people's faces. "My best friend totally won the Brigham Awards. 700 applicants. She's inviting me to the celebrations surrounding it. We get to sit on the floor-seating of the Marriott Center and then we're going to eat lunch with Cecil. Look at her face. That's my friend."

But seriously. Look at her face.
That's my friend. 




Proof.
Cecil.

What a good looking family, eh?

What a good looking Brigham, eh?
It's the Oscar of BYU.


We like to call this one "The Five Farrells."



Out of 700 applicants, Tracie was one of the 5 chosen. And she deserves it, because she has beautiful eyes and seriously good arms. 

peace and brigham

rrw


...........

"Tracie Farrell  is an attentive friend to all, a dedicated disciple of Christ, a committed employee, and a bright and capable student. While one of the few girls in the rigorous Finance Program, Tracie continually receives high scores on tests and assignments. Because she is one of the only girls, she is often called on in class, and is always prepared to answer. Tracie works at the BYU Bookstore as the head Accounting Clerk. When cutbacks were made last year, Tracie took on extreme responsibilities and put in extra hours in order to accomplish everything that needed to be done, executing these demands with grace and efficiency, leaving her bosses amazed and happy. For the past three and a half years she has helped the Bookstore run smoothly, thereby aiding all students who find themselves in need of a book, a journal, or some fudge. Her ability with numbers and finance, as well as her care for detail, has made her such a vital employee and top student.

Even with such a demanding school and work schedule, Tracie still goes through the effort to make time for friends. She is a listener who will remember when your next test is, what your favorite candy bar is, the names of your siblings, and what your stuffed pig's name was. To meet such a person and talk with her is refreshing beyond words, especially when you just don't think you can introduce yourself to that same person one more time. I have been the recipient of such attentive friendship for over a year and it has changed the way I look at people and relationships.

Tracie knows the importance of family and demonstrates it by finding even more time to be with them. The oldest of 4 and the only daughter in her family, Tracie takes care of her little brothers and treats them with the perfect amount of love, humor, and patience. She is often answering a brother's phone call to help with homework or speeches, attending soccer games to cheer the leading forward on, giving well-informed advice on class schedules, or arranging housing for a returning missionary. She visits her dad at work often, taking cupcakes and making McDonalds runs. She talks with her mom on the phone daily, expressing support, jokes, frustrations, thoughts, or successes. She truly cares and acts accordingly.

Beyond all this, Tracie has a testimony of Christ and lives her testimony. Being in a competitive program, Tracie is willing to help other students understand concepts, but will not jeopardize her integrity. She commits small acts of service everywhere she goes, most of which go unnoticed. She sends texts or emails, links to inspiring talks and videos, and writes sweet, uplifting, hilarious, and personal notes to those she thinks might need it. Again, I have been a recipient of each of these and have witnessed her do them for others as well. Tracie fulfills her church callings and is supportive and helpful to ward leaders. Tracie studies her scriptures every day with consistent thoroughness and applies what she learns to her life. She understands principles and has a firm testimony she is more than willing to share, but is humble in all these things.

I have met many people who are outstanding in their academics and are dedicated to their work. I have met others who are truly caring towards their friends. There are others who are devoted to their families. Tracie is the one I have met that has taken all of these aspects of life, plus many more, and through hard work, discipline, and natural ability, has made them compatible with each other in a harmonious way. She does this with an overriding sense of optimism, hope, and faith in her Savior, who she knows personally and follows willingly. She has given so much to this school, to her friends, her family, and to her Savior. I love her and am happy to nominate her for the Brigham Award."



Monday, April 15, 2013

that awkward moment when


First off, is that ^^ phrase completely overused and entirely out of date yet? Either way, I'm using it as my title for this post. If it is a thing of the past, then I guess this is just another awkward experience that I can add to the following list of moments from my life that have made me and others stop and do a double take.



*Totally tried on a pair of bright green pants no, that's not the awkward part that I am pretty sure were made for left handed people. I abstained from purchasing them simply because I was not ambidextrous enough to get the zipper up.

*Batted my eyelashes ok, just saying that deserves it's own bullet point but oh well at the attractive cashier at In-n-Out only to sit down with my friends and realize I was probably flirting with a high school student. What IS it with me and the younger guys people?

*Walked into a maintenance closet on campus because I thought it was a bathroom. come on, BYU used the same door for EVERY DOOR. 

*Went to my ward for the first time in a month and a half and everybody thought I was a new girl. The not so awkward and mostly awesome part? Getting to reinvent myself to people that knew me last semester. My name is Rachel. I'm originally an Inuit from Alaska with the dream of designing better igloos for my native people using the recycled glass of Mason jars. (That'll make it big on Pinterest) I also enjoy fish calling in my spare time and occasionally travel to Antarctica to compete in polar bear plunges. I'm attending BYU on a full scholarship and Cecil is my uncle.

*Went to my last 7am cycling class this morning and got worked but in a good way and then was given a Krispy Kreme by someone from the class. Entire workout undone in 7.2 seconds. But oh, the joy. The joy. 

*Almost fell asleep standing at the testing center counter because the woman behind the desk had such. a. soothing. voice. Weird? Yes. That's the point.

*Was hugged by a young man 5 minutes after meeting him for the first time at ward prayer again, everyone thought I was a new girl. I think I stepped on his foot on accident. Sorry, I'm just not very good at hugging.

*Army crawled through the grass, mud, and bushes while trying to sneak a few read 176 photos of a proposal. Stained jeans are totally worth that happiness. #shoutout. #youknowwhoyouare #marriageforever #imsingle #iwonderwhy #especiallyafterthispost #hashtagsforever

*Went shopping in the hopes of finding some cute, new, Spring clothing and walked away with sweaters and jeans. Come on, when Banana Republic says "$3 sweater" you say "yes."

*Sat at T.J. Maxx holding a ceramic teapot for a good 13 minutes trying to convince myself that buying it would make sense, because I could serve milk in it with fresh baked cookies. Or juice in the morning with homemade bread. Or just let it be a center piece on the table because the bright colors are just so dang cute. Or I could use it to water my little seed that decided to sprout, proving that I will be a good wife hey boys hey. again, #imsingle. But then I realized that I don't ever make freshly baked cookies let alone bread. who do you think I am, freakin Martha Stewart?!, that my refrigerator has 0 space for a teapot, and that my little-buddy-seed would drown if I were to water it with a teapot. So I held it for another 6 minutes, saying goodbye and fiercely eyeing anyone who came near it. I will find you again, little teapot.

*The fact that I just talked to a teapot right up there ^^^



peace and prayers for Boston.

rrw







Saturday, April 13, 2013

fridays in provo. so they do exist...


Fridays are my free days. If you can ever arrange your schedule to not have school or work on Fridays, do it. And if you had to wait for someone to tell you to do so, there might be something wrong with you.
Alright, on to the point of this post! tell me if you find one.

Yesterday I spent my first Friday in Provo in about 5 weeks. Between Salt Lake, St. George, and Logan, I have spent very few weekends in Provo this semester. yeah, i'm one of those girls. sorry r.s. prez. The thing is, every weekend before this I have had reasons to leave. It was family birthday party weekend! Easter weekend! Conference weekend! That one kid I kind of knew in high school's homecoming weekend! I need to see Lindsay weekend! I wonder if that bed in Salt Lake is still as comfortable as I remember it being weekend! Well, I sat there on Wednesday (which is when I usually come up with reasons to leave for the upcoming fri-sat-sun) and realized that I had none. NONE. Sure, next weekend there's the Canyon Rim Arts Festival that my mom is in charge of and that I'm taking pictures of can't wait to see that CAMEL, and then there's the Boys and Girls Club Gala that I just can't miss and that homecoming where I actually do know the man speaking. guy? boy? boi? are they men once they come back? weird...

But this weekend? Nothing. So I stayed here. I talked with Lindsay on the phone, committed her to try to maybe get work off for a road trip we're hesitantly planning for around May-ish yeah, we're off to a good start, slept in, debated whether or not to go running for so long that I could have gone running and come back in the time I spent debating, actually DID go running beautiful day up Provo canyon, showered, watched a few guilty pleasure TV shows, went shopping at the outlets with two super cool girls, ate a burger animal-style and protein-style, watched Life of Pi, and then spent the next 20 minutes reading all about Life of Pi on sparknotes. how do people come UP with this stuff? i wish i had an imagination.

While running, remember? i bolded it up there just in case you didn't catch it. I was forced to think my own, actual thoughts because my earphones don't stay in. worse than it might seem due to my lack of imagination mentioned right up there. I wish I could tell you all about my philosophical conversation with myself, but the only thing I can remember was this mantra that kept coursing through my mind.

"Run, run, run, as fast as you can. You could probably catch me because I run like a gingerbread man."

Yep. After three months with walking pneumonia i was unofficially diagnosed over the phone by my Lindsay-friend-nurse-student and i'm going with it I have found my body to be completely unable to move at the speeds or distances I desire it to. Pleasant people, also running, would smile or say hi as they breezed past me. I could only respond with a wild look and a growl as I peered through the sweat dripping off my brow into my eyeballs. What can I say? I'm a beast. just not in the way it's usually used - that of referring to prowess or power in a specific field.

So thank Provo on the weekends. Maybe I'll see you again in about 6 weeks.

peace out

rrw



Thursday, April 11, 2013

a few things i will never understand


-Why professors feel the need to hoard office supplies. "Has anyone seen the tape? Where are my scissors? EVERY STICKY NOTE IS MISSING!"

-Why my arm hairs suddenly decided to grow the opposite direction.

-Same with that one eyelash on my left eyelid. (Seriously. Just, calm down buddy.)

-Gotye.

-Super long fingernails that are in style now. they look like aye-aye fingers. and girl, how do you even eat with those things?

-Drawn on eyebrows.

-Garden gnomes.

-Why I'm the only one who calls to fix things in my apartment. And why no one ever says thank you? (You're welcome roommies) 

-People who don't like dairy.

-Back rubs in class. DON'T DO IT PEOPLE. JUST DON'T. 

-Silent treatments.

-The Marriott School of Business.

-And the nursing program.

-Why people still refuse to use Spotify.

-The difference between "effect" and "affect." yeah, i admit that i have to look it up every time. and usually i just use the word "influence" instead.

-How I'm supposed to resist chocolate bars, chocolate milk, and chocolate doughnuts when they're sitting right there on my desk.

-High heels and jeans. seems like an oxymoron to me.



One thing that I do understand?

Glacier National Park.
yep, it's that time again folks.



Avalanche Lake via The Trail of the Cedars
4.5 miles roundtrip
Trees upwards of 700 years old
with diameters of 4 to 7 feet
Follows Avalanche Creek



These colors are for reals.









Little buddy practically climbed on my lap to eat that Cheeto.
he obviously knows how good cheetos are.



Have I talked about the Weiler hips yet?
Oh yeah. I have.





peace and air freshener.
did you hear? the teacher education department had a fire incident. so know the office smells like burnt flax, melted metal, crystal gel, and recently, paint fumes. i wouldn't be good at drugs because this is killing me.

rrw












Monday, April 8, 2013

haunted


My dad found this in the yard of our home in Logan.




I know we probably shouldn't be surprised to find remnants of former owners in and around our 134 year old home, but to think that...well...their actual remains, of like, their being are somewhere in our yard makes you double check whether or not you really left that light on. Did you really close that door? Why is the smoke alarm going off? There's no smoke here. What's that sound? Did you feel that? OH MY GOSH I THINK SOMETHING JUST WHISPERED MY NAME! 

Ha. No. The only weird thing that happened this weekend was when I realized I was wearing my Star Trek t-shirt while we were watching Star Trek cue twilight zone music. Other than that, if there are ghosts in our Logan home, I think they probably had a very enjoyable weekend. 

*If there were ghosts in our home, they got to witness Spencer de-tick himself. Yes, there were a total of 4 ticks on Spencer over the weekend. i think he should probably stop climbing in places called "Tick Haven," no?

*If there were ghosts in our home, they got to listen in on an intriguing conversation in which the differences between "being an orphan" and "being orphaned" were discussed. yes, we came to the conclusion that there IS a difference.

*If there were ghosts in our home, they got to see my brother at his prime. Behold.


My glasses and Sports Illustrated. He wore those puppies for 20+ minutes. And I kid you not, he was reading People Magazine directly before this was taken. ...can you see the ticks?


*If there were ghosts in our home, they got to partake in a whole lot of goodness via General Conference. Elder Perry...wow. 

*If there were ghosts in our home, they probably cheered for me even though I got creamed by Spencer in ping pong. it was like....6 to 21.

*If there were ghosts in our home, their minds were probably blown by the deep and insightful comments made by Annie regarding current day trials compared to those in the Book of Mormon. #enlightened.

*If there were ghosts in our home, they must have been envious of all the delicious Thai food we consumed. Poor ghosties. Can't eat Pad Thai, now can you? it's pronounced putt tie. my dad speaks thai. don't mess.

*If there were ghosts in our home, they probably followed Caroline and me to the store because they knew only good things could come of that. Things like a conversation with a woman on the sad state of those who wear pajamas to the store good thing I had just changed...no, but really, antics of picking the perfect pineapple, the debate over whether or not mom told us to get tomatoes i have a terrible memory and lastly....this.


Caroline is a slinky ninja with bean pole legs and I'm a little kid with a new toy. try not to get motion sick.
It's typical.


*If there were ghosts in our home, I bet they made fun while watching me run for the first time in 3 months. but hey! good news. my lungs have decided to cooperate and I can now breathe while exercising. 

*If there were ghosts in our home, I'm sure they laughed at us.


Don't mess with the magna.


The Weiler hips don't lie.
But that's because they have no rhythm or movement.
At all.


Look at those arms go though.


I could watch this one on repeat all day.




*If there were ghosts in our home they probably would have applauded our fashion sense. I give you socks paired with Chacos. we're going to the next Fashion Week.


We be stylin.


*If there were ghosts in our home, that would explain why our target practice didn't go so great. 



Yes, his hair looks like this with absolutely no effort on his behalf.
maybe his hair is haunted...




*If there were ghosts in our home, they would have wondered why we look so happy when we play games. 





Heck, if I was a ghost I'd haunt us.
Wouldn't you?



 Then again...maybe not.




peace and waterproof shoes

rrw







Thursday, April 4, 2013

i share my bed with louis armstrong


By default Caroline and I are paired together when on family outings. It's part of being the singles in the family. Like how I will never make it to the adult table during extended family dinners. #ieatwith7yearolds. We sit on ski lifts together, drive the mini van together aka Silky Milky, are put on the same teams, sit next to each other at the dinner table, travel with the parents, get our own "couple" photo during family pictures see below, and share the same bed on vacations.





Over Easter weekend the family went down to St. George to pull a Cheryl Crow and get away from work, art-festival-craziness it's Egypt this year guys. there may or may not be a camel involved. school, track meets, roommates, code red at qualtrics...the usual. As is expected, Caroline and I shared a room and bed. One night, before reaching the realm of dreams wow. got fancy there didn't i? Caroline suddenly announced, "I never want to share a bed with you again for the rest of my life." Ummm...."Fragment. Consider revising?"

This proclamation might have been in response to my hogging of the pillows what, so I use three pillows? I like my support! the fact that I left the fan on all night and then took all the blankets, have alarms on my watch and phone that I don't know how to cancel, stay up late reading Anna Karenina, or that I maybe smacked her in the face once or twice I must have violent dreams. and holy monoly is that all one sentence? Other than that I have no idea why she doesn't like sharing a bed with me.

I just responded with "Well, you better get married pretty quick then."

But until then, we share a bed.




*does anyone really know the words to that middle part?
*she did this numerous times. Every day.
*don't expect me to be making all them cute videos that people do, ok? sometimes I'm from the hood.




peace and warm up pants
i dressed up yesterday. that counts for today too.


rrw






Tuesday, April 2, 2013

shmorgishborg


The things I want to write about on this blog are usually the things that I'm thinking about, things that have happened to me, or things that I notice about the general public. Today I cannot share those things with you because they are either too personal, too mean, or too out there and would make no sense to anyone. So instead I decided to showcase my finally newfound talent in figuring out how to put my blasted videos up.
It's a shmorgishborg up in here.

This is also an exercise in humility for me. As I look back on videos I've taken I realize how immensely awkward I am with a video camera in my hand. No, really. I say weird things, kinda sorta look at the camera/my reflection, laugh to myself, and wave the camera all over the place. It's always been this way. It will always be this way. So enjoy.

*****

1 - From March 2. Caroline wanted to show off her ski skills by whipping around a sign post and continuing on down the path through the trees.


I'd give her a 3.6. But hey, doesn't she look good in that new jacket of hers? #skiinginstyle


*****


2 - Don't be deceived by the freaky colorful lines below. This is an actual video of my dad's golf talent taken on March 20. We were celebrating his and Caroline's birthdays. Remember? Can you spot the prankster trying to mess my dad up? #itsnormal


Dont' worry about it. He was on his high school golf team. And soccer team. And basketball team? Plus he sang in the Madrigals. #i...singwithmylittlesister? #weharmonizetobrotherbear


*****


3 - This was taken in the bathroom of the Flying J/Denny's hybrid building after Lindsay and I had our adventure. Remember? I'm wearing Lindsay's beanie and I love it so let's get real, I just wanted to show that off. 


My mom asked if I wore fake eyelashes. The answer: no.
Who is "mama bunny?" Answer: Lindsay's mom.
Am I standing on that bathroom floor with no shoes on? Answer: Yes. You may shudder now.


*****


That's probably enough for now, don't you think? There are more to come, though, so keep a watch out for videos such as "BMXing Weilers," "Space Jam in a Mini Van," and "I Share my Bed with Louis Armstrong." don't worry. it's totally in line with the honor code.


peace and rice krispy treats
got one for student appreciation week. i am so appreciated.

rrw



ps. Is anyone else loving the new "missionaries can email friends" rule as much as I am? Because shootdang. I'm lovin it. get out of my head mcdonald's jingle!