Over 7 years ago, I was getting ready to go to cheerleading practicing, and my dad pulled me aside and said that he needed to talk to me. He told me that my family would be moving to Utah. Since I was a junior in high school and would be pulled away from my senior year, he gave me the choice to stay in Cincinnati or to move with my family. I prayed about it, and I felt like I really needed to go to Utah.

My whole senior year, I was looking for the reason why I had felt that I needed to move to Utah. I thought it was because I needed to help someone. Come to find out, I was really helping myself.

One day during my senior year, I was sitting in Calculus class, and my name came over the intercom. I was told to go down to the office. When I walked through the office doors, my counselor was standing there waiting for me, and she told me that I had received a scholarship to BYU. I was floored. I honestly could not believe what she had said. I nearly dropped dead right there in the office. See, I had really been debating where I wanted to go to college. I was very concerned about money, and I wasn’t considering BYU very seriously (even though I really did want to go there) because it was more expensive than my other options where I had received scholarships. A few months back, I had applied for a BYU scholarship that one Lehi High student would receive. I thought nothing of it, and honestly had kind of forgotten about it. Who knew that the application that I filled out would drastically alter my life?

I can honestly say that I would not have gone to BYU if I hadn’t moved to Utah. I wouldn’t have received that scholarship had I stayed in Cincinnati. I am so grateful for the donors who made it possible for me to go to BYU. I am so thankful that I prayed and felt impressed to move to Utah. BYU has been one of the best things that has ever happened to me. I met such great, amazing friends who have taught me more than I can even express in words. I met my handsome, loving husband here at BYU. I now have a sweet little baby boy who I love dearly. I have learned so much in my time here at BYU both spiritually and academically.

And here it is. My adventure here at BYU has officially come to an end. Both Ken and I (and baby Kenny) graduated today.

Baby Graduation Cap and Gown

So many good memories and experiences here at BYU. Was it hard at times? Yes, but it was beyond worth it. I will forever be in debt to those donors who made it possible for me to come to BYU.




So the other day I was looking through our wedding photos, and I came across this picture so I decided to take it upon myself to share my opinion about trains on the back of wedding dresses. You can thank me later.

You know what I believe is the real purpose of trains? To let the husband look adorably cute when he picks it up to help his new wife. So cute when that happens. As you can see, I picked a good one because Ken did that for me.

And now because I am in a giving mood, I’ll give you this gem. Pretty embarrassing actually. Not quite sure why I’m sharing this-


This is when I gracefully tripped down the stairs after I had only been married for 10 minutes. So glad that I made a fool of myself when we were the center of attention. Love when I do that. I’m sure Ken thought, “Boy, I was hoping this clumsiness would stop once I said ‘I do'”.

Nope, you’re stuck for a lifetime (and more), bud. :)


I just have to say how grateful I am for my life. Unfortunately, with how busy life is, I don’t reflect as much as I should on how lucky I am. These late night feedings have allowed me to take time and realize how good I have it. I have a beautiful, healthy baby boy. I have a kind, caring husband who listens to all of my ridiculous worries and knows how to make me laugh. I have a wonderful family who is always so willing to help out. I have great friends who will listen to me talk about poopy diapers for way longer than normal. (That is if it’s normal to talk about poopy diapers. Sorry about that, Stacy.) I have the gospel in my life, which brings so much joy and peace to me.

Above all, I am so grateful for my knowledge of God and the ability to pray.

Life is sometimes hard and overwhelming at times, but life is good. Life is real good.


A couple of weeks ago a boy knocked on our door. He handed me a letter. I was so excited that I didn’t even think twice about why a letter would be hand delivered.

I thanked him and shut the door. I eagerly opened my letter and saw “from the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints” at the top.

Yep, you guessed it. It was a letter asking me to speak in sacrament meeting. To make matters worse, I found out that Kenneth recommended to the bishopric that I speak in church.

Let’s just say that the silly string bottle that I have been hiding was broken out. It went about the same way as last time (Kenneth stealing the bottle. Those darn boys always being stronger) except for it was taken outside as well. I don’t think I’ve run that fast in a long time. I’m pretty sure our neighbors think we are crazy.

Dream time, internship style!

“Revelation can also be given in a dream when there is an almost imperceptible transition from sleep to wakefulness.” Elder Richard G. Scott – April 2012 General Conference of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints

As you can imagine, this quote stuck out to me while listening to General Conference a few weeks ago because I often have peculiar experiences when I sleep. Most of the time I wouldn’t consider them revelatory – dinosaurs chasing me, being shot at by terrorists and taking refuge in the bathtub, swatting at imaginary spiders above Rachel’s head with my pillow, and the list goes on. To quote Elder Scott again, “If you strive to capture the content immediately [from your dreams], you can record great detail, but otherwise it fades rapidly.” A few nights after conference I had a dream about my upcoming internship and took the chance to write down what I dreamed about when I woke up and the following story is from those notes. Enjoy

We were having an orientation at IM Flash and I was given the wonderful task of observing many of the departments and processes that occur there. How would I travel you ask? By foot, Segway, pogo stick, other? No my friends, I got to travel by a hand-held helicopter. Think of something with two handles attached to helicopter blades. I would hold on and zoom around the production floor, narrowly dodging pipes and other obstructions, as I went around talking with the full-time employees. After some time of flying around I saw a long hallway with a light in the distance and asked one of the full timers what was down the hallway. He said, “That’s the hallway to intern land.” It seemed to invite and call out to me, but unfortunately I awoke before visiting intern land.

Am I excited for my internship? Of course! Do I think it’ll be cool to work in the production facility of the leading manufacturer and innovator of NAND flash? Oh yeah. But am I disappointed that there won’t be any hand-held helicopters? Big time. Hopefully there will still be a sweet “intern land.”

Spring Break!

So I just realized that we’ve only written two posts in March . . . oops. We’ve just been a bit busy, let’s be honest, lazy. My excuse every single time is that we don’t have internet, so I am not able to write blog posts. In reality, I don’t actually think this, but I tell Kenneth this in hopes that he will agree to getting internet at our apartment. We’re still working on that. (Tips for persuasive techniques are now being accepted. I’ve already tried, “You are hindering me from doing family history work.” For some reason that one didn’t work either.)

So this post does not have a real purpose besides the fact that I am postponing studying for a test feeling guilty for not writing on here lately.

Some things that have been happening in our lives lately:

1.”General Conference weekend is BYU’s spring break.” I saw this on Facebook today, and it is so true! BYU doesn’t have a spring break (and in turn we get out for summer earlier), but our professors are a little “easier” on us during conference week. I have got to say, I love conference. It is funny how much my perspective of conference has changed since I was a kid. I use to hate having to listen for so long, but I am the complete opposite now. It’s so nice to hear from such great inspired men and women.

2. I have been reading a lot of books lately. (Can you say no social life?) I just finished Michael Vey: Prisoner of Cell 25. I really liked it. Let’s just say that I did not get much homework done that weekend because I couldn’t put the book down.

3. Kenneth is getting all geared up to go to Peru in a few weeks. He is way excited. I’d be lying if I said I was. He’ll be gone for 2 weeks, people.

4. Kenneth and I registered for our classes next fall. We are taking a bowling class and a social dance class together. If you couldn’t guess, Kenneth is doing the social dance class for me. He said, “this scores me some big points for a very very long time.”

Well, until next time that I am studying for a test (or we get internet). :)


So remember this post from last year?

Well ladies and gentlemen, we have been trying to do it again this year. Kenneth decided to give up chocolate. (Gasp! I know! I would never!) It’s been pretty good for me, though. I’ve been able to eat all of his chocolate. You should have seen our chocolate chip cookies. We made half raisin and half chocolate chip. The raisin cookies got finished super fast, so Kenneth moved on to the chocolate chip cookies and left the chocolate chips for me. Double score for me! :)

I decided to give up complaining. It’s been interesting to try to give something like complaining. Since I’ve started to try to do lent, I’ve given up Facebook and treats (did that for a few years), so I’ve never tried something that wasn’t physical. I know that lent is supposed to be something that you really enjoy so that you can  sacrifice it, and no I do not enjoy complaining, but my whole purpose of lent is to try to focus on something that will make me a better person. I figured complaining would be something great for me to work on.

It has been kind of challenging especially in a school setting. This has really helped me realize how much I do complain. When professors spring projects on us, it is so easy to start speaking negatively, but does that really help? Does it get the project done faster? Nope. It’s been really good for me to take the time and focus on this weakness of mine.