Tuesday, December 21, 2010


Holding a smile that curls 1/10th of 1/10th,
But you know the grin that hides behind my eyes.
Gazing at me in wonder,
A neck craned so slight,
Peering within to find the crevaces that in my soul lie.
Searching how something appearing so shallow
Can have an abyss hiding inside.

I hide in my corner,
But you steal through my unseen rooms.
10 steps away
And closer than 10 thousand others before.
A friend for so long but how in an instant all can change.
You cross the room, put a hand on my soul,
And I try not to hold on, but obstain.
Orange to blue. Blue to Orange.
Someday I want something that will hold true.
But today I know, that in this time,
My Dear friend, this won't ever be with you.

Welcome to the world.
You've tumble-bumbled through a black box before,
They lamely lied a wonderous life.
But this, herein is where you're meant to be,
This herein was where you're meant to lie.
With silk-soft arms holding ever in,
And honey-laced lips brushing 'cross sweet eyes.
Our palms pressed, kissing, and fingertips molded,
A fit for in which puzzle pieces may only strive.

My dear, close those affecting eyes,
Forevers come and gone.
But I'm still here, and will be always,
For I love you 10 times those endless stars
And then again, even on.

Monday, November 22, 2010

No. 4

(I started this post last friday and have changed it a little to make it applicable to now.)
So I was planning on posting soon anyways, but I got some news just recently that made me want to write. Because I don't really have alot of really close friends that I can talk to about anything, I write. And I know people say 'If you ever need anything you can talk to me..' but how many people actually mean that, or if they do, how many of us are actually brave enough or desperate enough to want to actually go spill to someone we hardly know, and we feel would leave us just as empty after talking to? So I write.
I got home after my second job last thursday with full intention of going straight to bed so that I could wake up around 12:30 to go to the Harry Potter premier a friend had invited me to (Yea, I know it was super crazy, but I felt I wanted/should go because I had baled on this friend on a previous midnight showing cause I wasn't feeling well and other dumb circumstances). So I got home and figured I should go upstairs and check on my family, the babies, see how they were all doing and say good night. But my mom was there, I guess to help out while one of my sis's and her husband went to get food. Its good to see my mom, I hardly ever get to see her lately and if I do its usually for 2-20 minutes. I call her more frequently now tho since she's been getting worse, and we have big plans to go to Shopko and have a shopping spree on their new scarves and hats she saw before all her hair falls out. We all talked for a bit about who knows what and then my sister and her husband came home, and then my mom started in on something. She started to get broken up and it took me a minute to get was she was saying. 'I got a call from Uncle Bobby and for some reason Grandma blacked out so she ended up at the hospital and they found that she has cancer on her kidney.. so they had an emergency surgery and they are hoping it will work out ok. If not she has about a week to live, if it does than she has about 3 to 6 months....' I love my grandma. She lives in Florida so I havent been able to see her in 4 years. But I've kept thinking how much I miss her lately and how I wish I could go out there just to see her. I've thought about it, but with saving up for a mission I figured it would be kind of a selfish indulgence to spend the money to go out there, and with my two jobs it seemed nearly impossible to get it off anyways. (She has always been in perfect health so I figured I could see her when I came back from a mission.) I write her every now and then and I had a feeling a couple weeks back to write her again, I had been meaning to for awhile but I finally had the thought at a time I actually had time to do it. I wrote her about life, school, work, and the hope of going on a mission. I told her how much Grandpa was such an example to me and helped me to learn how important working hard and doing things right was, and how much I miss him as well. I talked alot about God and how I am so much happier with life and I hope that she could someday find the happiness I have found by knowing him. I worried that I would turn her off because she isnt Mormon although she is Christian, (this is where I ended before I had to get off, and some things have changed to make me finish this a different way..) but apparently my mom says that my Uncle said that he doesnt know what I said in that letter, but it has made her so happy and she hasnt stopped talking about it since. He said thank you more than any words can say.. I was shocked, but so happy, because I love my Grandma, and because I also know that it wasnt all me.. God had a large hand in getting me to write and helping me to know what to say, and I was just an instrument in his hand to help her. :) I love when things like that happen. When God lets you be a part of helping someone else, and when he makes it sooo obvious how much he loves his children. I don't know what part of what I said really impacted her, but I'm sooo thankful that I was listening to be able to say it.
I bought one-way tickets last friday for my mom and little sister to go to Florida this Friday after Thanksgiving and then I was planning on flying out the day of my last class and staying for about 5 days. But when I got home last night my family was all there again and my mother informed me that my little sister could not go because My grandma would not be able to handle the stress. She had already had a stress attack that had made her heart stop apparently and thankfully my aunt (who is a nurse) happened to be there to help her. Everyone chimed in at once and basically said that I needed to go. All my other siblings are too young or have babies and couldnt. I have work and school but they all said I should be the one to go. I could do my homework there they said because my Grandma apparently has a collection of sewing machines.. lol. And I would only need to get 3 days off at one of my jobs by some fluke of amazingness. But I already talked to my morning job and they said they didnt think they could let me. Apparently friday two of the office girls already have off and so they said no. But I'm still hoping something else works out. If not, oh well, thats life. I just hope that I'll still be able to make it out there before she passes.
Oh by the way No. 4? No. 4 means that this is the 4th out of 5 people on my mother's side of the family who have been diagnosed with some sort of cancer. My grandma's is apparently the rarest type of cancer, and has a 1% survival rate of lasting up to a year after detected. Crazy right? Thank heavens for God, Jesus Christ, the Lds church and the influence they all have in my life. I don't know how I would make it through these days without them. I love you all and hope you have a wonderful holiday season. Happy Thanksgiving and remember all the many things we have to be grateful for. :) Wish me luck, and hopefully, I will have better news for you all soon! ♥ -Liz

Friday, November 5, 2010


So what to say. I've been a little blue lately. But not in the way I'm used to. I guess it has been a whole combination of things, but one of the biggest reasons is my testimony.

Ok, so I have obviously been planning to go on a mission for awhile now, but (I think it must have been spurred on by Model Guy weasling doubts in my mind) about a week ago I had an experience that has made me question my whole testimony. No, it wasn't anything profound, I just think weasling can go a long way..
I was in the temple doing baptisms with my good friend when I'm in the font trying to concentrate on whats going on and on feeling the spirit when I have this "What on Earth am I doing??" moment. I am continuing to be dunked one after another all the while my MIND swirling and thinking "This doesn't make any sense. Why am I doing this? What on earth is happening?". It was like all the sudden my mind took over and every possible illogicality came to surface with the same momentum as the water kicking up around me as I would.
I walked out of the temple, feeling good, but all the sudden completely unsure of what I was doing, why I was doing it, and if any part of what I was doing made sense. My testimony seemed to have kind of 'jumped ship' at that moment and I was left in sadness and confusion with what I should do or if the Church I always seemed to belong to and had previously had a burning testimony of being true, was even true. So for the last week I have clung to that feeling of peaceful logicality, because even though my life seems to be ruled by feeling, my mind often freaks out and says, "No, don't worry. Everything will be all right.. THIS is right.", correcting whatever miscourse I feel like my heart may have been leading me into or over-feeling about, to help me feel some semblence of sanity.

So now I am just confused. I feel like one of those investigators that you hear about how they are feeling unsure and searching, but you can't really understand it. And hopefully, that could help me someday, if, hopefully, I ever feel that strong knowledge and desire that the church is true and that I want to share it with the world, again. Part of me still knows it, or thinks that I do, which is why I am not giving up. I'm still trying to attend all my meetings, go to Mission Prep every sunday, read my scriptures, and pray continually. But my prayers have changed. Now I am asking if the church is true, and if it isn't... where do I find the truth? Where do I go to worship God and do my best and share the knowledge of him and his truths with the world. Because I've never been a good salesman, I have to know. I have to know that what I am telling someone is the truth in order to share it with them and get them to want to have the same thing too. I'll keep praying. But I somehow hope that others will know to pray for me too..

On to other news. Life is interesting and always changing. Yesterday I had a rough patch at my second job for a couple hours. I kept trying to have a good attitude but it was hard, and I was so high-strung. It didnt help that my sisters kept calling me one right after the other without leaving me any voicemails, which made me freak out because I knew that my mother was supposed to find out yesterday whether or not she had a brain tumor. So I was kind of freaking out on top of the chaos of customers, having to use new, unfamiliar technology, and the lack of help at work. My eyes were getting teary and I was having a hard time trying to remain professional, so thankfully my Supervisor finally found someone to help me and said she'd watch for 5 minutes while I called my sisters back.
I literally bolted to the back of the store to stand outside of the less used door of the break room to call my sister. Thankfully the doctors didnt have any news about a brain tumor (which we are taking as a good thing for now) but I was informed that she wont be having surgery on her gallbladder (which I dont know how I feel about, since she was in such pain from it that I had to take her to the ER late on a Saturday night. Thankfully she was helping me with my sewing homework, so I was there to drive her instead of her driving herself this time.) and that she started the new Chemotherapy yesterday that will make her hair fall out, again. I'm so much more worried about my mom than I have been in forever. I know she has had cancer since I was 12, but for some reason it just eventually became 'a thing', that was just old hat, something that just was in my life.
She's always been super strong, to the point that, she never would make a big deal about things, like "Oh my markers are up" or "Its spread to my liver, but we're tryin somethin new so we'll se what happens' in an oh so casual voice, as to not make us feel like it was that big of a deal. I dont think I ever realized or appreciated how strong she was until now. I've always known that she's tried to stay alive for US, but I never realized how much more she did with that til now. Until I realized how serious it really could be, and that this woman who seemed so indestructible and unkillable, might not be..
I'm holding it in tho, because I've been so.. terrified, that I just didnt know what to do, but I had prayed about it and got this peaceful feeling, kind of a 'Everythings going to be ok, she'll be ok' feeling. And I still feel unsure and worry about it sometimes, but at least I'm not racked with grief and fear. So I'm ok. Life will be ok...

In other random news, just so you dont think I think that my life is a Tragedy (I'd rather it be like a Romantic Comedy-type feel, except for without the Romantic part), yesterday Darren Williams came into my work and hung out for about an hour and talked to me for half a sec (he was checking out the new R8 that sits like 5 feet away from my desk). So I guess that was kind of cool, although he's shorter and smaller in real life than I'd expected. And I have also just finished reading my Aunt's latest novel called Journey of Honor, whom I didnt even know wrote novels til about a month ago.. and it was really good. Its funny cause she wrote it as a 'Love Story' not a Romance Novel (which sounds stupid, but is totally true cause she somehow wrote it without all the sappy, overly emotional, immature, and sexual.. Junk. And its actually pretty good.) I guess whats funny about her writing novels is the fact that I know her as the really 'level-headed, awesome, yet family oriented' -Aunt, who doesnt have a degree in anything to do with writing (as far as I know), but has a really great, loving relationship with her husband, that I have seen and would like to follow the example of. So I could actually see her writing books like that- and I would want to read them. I love seeing family succeed in personal relationships, as well as the other extra-curricular goals in life, but especially the personal relationships. Because it makes me feel like I could :maybe: do it someday too..

Well, until we meet again.. TTFN. :)

Thursday, October 28, 2010

What a funny world we live in, and what on earth am I supposed to do with it?

So life is just weird. I've been planning on going on a mission for the last couple months and I had a meeting with my bishop recently where he related to me in Football terminology that sometimes you can go the 80 yards just fine in a game, but often the last 20 are the hardest. (I'm guessing on the yardages here folks, cause, well... I grew up with 5 sisters.) But I understood what he meant. I've watched enough football games to know that it can seem a sure thing until they get to the 20 yard line and then somehow... they just never can make it to the endzone. So what does this mean? That even though you've got the ball, Satan's got a team of big bad Polynesian sized me... ok.. lets just say he knows what he's doing and he's going to play hard.

So I expected this, although everytime my bishop said "there's gonna be a man that enters your life" I brushed it off with a 'Yea, whatever' type thought in my head. Cause its true, guys enter my life all the time. But most of the time I am on my guard or really just have myself put off so that none of them really get to me. But then.... Model Guy.. Ta da!!

So I probably never would have met him if it werent by a request of one of my good photographer friends that I go to this shoot with her. But there he was and being all spazzy and funny. Well to be correct, he kept walking behind my friend and flashing me with his umm.. Fitness magazine cover- type abs. Distracting, to say the least. So we ended up shooting together, talked a little bit, and then I kind of figured that was the end of it. That maybe i'd come across him again and he would be fun to shoot with, but that was it.

Buut Nooo. Remember how I said Satan works hard at you? Well, he really does.. Model guy found me on facebook, added me and then started chatting me up. Would I want to do another shoot together? Sure. Would I be interested in doing partial nude? No. Yadayadayada. That wasnt the big deal. Believe it or not I've dealt with that before. What the problem is, is that he's actually a really fun and nice guy and likes to do alot of the same things I do. And.. I cant seem to just phase him out. I just figured I wouldnt worry about it. Dont contact him, dont try to be too flirty when I did talk to him.. that kind of thing. Except- It's hard to remember when I've had a guy be so persistant with me before... Uhh??
He is the type of guy that actually calls you up and asks if you'd like to do something, go to lunch, and empathasizes when your having a bad day. And I mean like, seriously.. Ugh.. Bleh! He's the tall, with dark hair, and handsome thing going on-type guy. But he's not mormon. And that wouldnt be so bad (I really am just looking for friends here, folks) except that he constantly brings up religion and seems to be trying to talk me out of going on my mission. What do you do with that? I'd like to have someone fun to go rock-climbing and swing dancing with like he and I both like to do.. But I dont have the best feeling about it whenever I think of being good friends with him, and I havent quite figured out what to do with it yet.

We'll see what happens. Hopefully nothing. But until then, I'll just keep reminding myself to remember that 'The best defense is a good offense', and that it really is just 20 yards. :)

Friday, October 15, 2010

Dress Design for Shabby Apple dresses

Ok, so I realize this is undoubtedly the worst picture/quality of anything this side of the turn of the century, but it was the best I could do after a 14 hour work day and not getting home til ten o'clock at night. My mothers scanner and I apparently have communication issues and so I had decided to move on my sisters camera (yes, I know, how lame of me not have my own..) who did not seem to be as friendly as promised either. So here, you have it, a picture of my pretty little pink dress design for Shabby Apple dresses. Truly I could have drawn the picture better than technology could have captured it (well actually I did, you just cant tell..). The design was inspired most likely by one of my work shifts stuck out on a Garden register in fall where I had waaay too much time to wander around looking at flowers and rakes and be inspired to sketch random dresses. The top is layers of scallops that would be cut out of a sheer fabric as an overlay of a matte fabric that would be of a deeper tone pink. The ribbon would be a match of the result of the color from the sheer light pink and the deeper tone, and the rest of the dress is just a light colored pink overall. The fabric of the majority of the dress would be a very elegant but somewhat stretchy fabric in order to fit many body types in a flattering way. In my mind the dress has a subtle but powerful presence as it understated but has a sort of eloquence and boldness to it as well. I wanted to design something that was different, but pretty and could be worn on a nice date or just to church. The dress colors I could thought of would be a very light pink, a light light aqua, and a periwinkle blue (for my little sister who when I asked her what she thought of the dress said "Its cute! Except for the pink.... I'd wear it if it were blue!" So just for her. :) ) That is all I can think of to say about this dress, other than to apologize for the picture quality, I hope to post a better picture when the scanner and I become better friends. Well thats all for now, so TTFN and have a great night!! ♥ Me

P.s. I will most likely be making this dress for my Pattern by Measure class. So if I do, I'll post pictures for anyone of you who may be interested in the end result. Cause ya know... its always fun to see your vision become a reality. ♥

Hello, my name is Liz.. and I am a blogger. :)

Soo.. I've always found it rather interesting to read other people's blogs for whatever reason, usuallybecause they are whittier than I am, tell incredible stories, or overall just have a more intersting life than I feel I do. I've never been one to write about myself, or to write in general, so thus you will see my rather poor lack of grammer and self-proclaimed verbal dyselxia (meaning I put almost every sentence in the wrong order making me sound something akin to George of the Jungle who got through grammer school.. buuut never really quite knew what was going on). So you'll have to forgive me, I'll try to put things back in the right order before I post.

So this first post I'm just going to explain to you .. why I even created a blog to post upon.. Although the thought of going on a mission has flitted through my brain several times throughout the past few years, it usually flitted out just as quickly. With my chaotic life (which really would have been interesting to post about at the time, considering most Soap Opera writers would have found them golden and nabbed my stories as if they weren't real life) and being in and out of activity within the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, I figured it was an impossibility. But also within the past couple years, I have been through experiences that have somehow tempered my testimony to become something I feel I can't quite keep to myself, and a strength I never knew I had..

So it all started sitting in an Auto Zone parking lot in heavens knows where Salt Lake City when my Mima (our term of endearment for my adorable grandmother on my father's side) states matter-of-factly out of the blue (not uncommon for that side of the family) 'Ya know, if you wanted to go on a mission I think alot of your aunts and uncles would help you pay for it.' And truth be told thats when the gumball got pushed. I had never thought it was a realistic idea, even when it had passed through my mind before. Too many obstacles: My past. My Family. My debts. My lack of funds. My testimony. Somebody believed in me. Somebody thought it was possible for me to go, and was thinking of ways to try to get me there. So from that point on it was a thought in my head like a stamp that would keep getting pushed by events, engraining it and solidifying it more within me. My girlriends coming home or leaving on missions... Incredible examples to me. My family not tearing me down when I posed the idea to many of them (Although my sister Becca did say 'I don't think you'll convert anyone', and when I asked her why she said 'Because you're too nice. You dont judge anyone, and you have to judge them a little to try to convert them.' Lol. I love her. And if there is a reason I'm going to fail, I guess I would want it to be that one.) God helping to lead me to things that would increase and strengthen my testimony and find opportunities to make the money and find the funds to go. Its been amazing and humbling at the same time.

So the gumball has kept rolling, I have gotten two jobs and am working to find ways to make more money to achieve this goal. Which is why I'm posting. No, I have no dellusions of being an amazing blogger that people just pay to read... thats just silly.. What I am doing is entering into a contest for Shabby Apple, a company thats sells adorable and stylish, modest dresses. They have a competition going that if you design a dress and are picked among the best, then ultimately voted the favorite by the general public (a fancy name for saying, You) the winner gets their design made and sold on Shabby Apple's website, receiving a small percentage of the profits.

Any of you who know me really well may know that I have designed dresses, (evening gowns mostly) and have even made a couple of my own, growing up. I never did much of anything with it because even though I am an artistic girl through and through... my practical side has almost always won out, leaving me with a half finished Business Management degree (Bleeeeghh.) and transfering from program to program trying to find something that would fit. I have finally ended up in the Fashion Design program by way of inspiration and.. no better option. I was trying to think of some kind of schooling to do that would fit in before I wanted to leave for a mission, and the Medical Office program I was planning on taking at the local Tech school was several months too long. So just as all the regular colleges were about to start I was stuck trying to figure out what I wanted to do. I looked at several different types of classes and programs and after praying about it for a bit and get nothing I decided to look at classes again just to see if I'd find something that would just click. And I did. The day classes were supposed to start I looked at the times for alot of sewing and design classes and the schedules fit pretty well.. and it felt good. So thats how I know I'm supposed to be here, doing this. Why??? I have no idea.. I figure I'll just keep plugging along enjoying the journey, finding opportunities to learn and grow, and trusting God to do the rest. After all, he does work in Mysterious ways... ;)

P.s. My design will be posted tonight. If I could get help from all of you to check it out and give me input, and vote when the time comes I would be ever so appreciative! Thank you all so much! ♥ Me