My brothers are here!! My younger brother Alex moved here while I was gone, Zach and Caitlin are back, and Ben is here too. I am a happy girl to have my brothers here with me. It's so fun being able to hang out with my best friends all the time! Sunday night I made cookies and they all came over for games. We played PIT. It got a little bit out of control, and my throat was so sore from all the yelling the next day. Together again. I Love it!

Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
And Some More For Dessert. . .
The Philippines
I don't even know where to begin. I find myself avoiding sharing details of my trip with others, simply because, A) There are too many to share in a one timely conversation, and B) No matter how well I explain what I experienced, it cannot be fully understood or comprehended. The FEEL of that place is amazing. The SMELL is NOT amazing. (Lots of pollution; dead fish; rotting animals, homeless people. . . you get the idea) The People are amazing. I missed it as soon as I got home. I still long for the sticky heat and the incessant ache after a hard days work. It was quite the journey there; the flight from LAX to Manila was 16 hours alone; not to mention our 7 hour layover in manila, the flight from SLC to LAX, the flight from Manila to Cebu, and then the 2 1/2 hour boat ride from Cebu to Bohol. All I can say about it: It was well worth the disgusting airplane food (Philippine Airlines feeds you fish with the fins still on it for breakfast. . .) and the lack of hygiene ( you smell pretty good after 2 days of non-stop airport. Mmm.) Thank goodness for sleeping pills.
But nonetheless, I LOVED it over there. You see National Geographic articles and watch CNN, but until your feet smear across the soiled ground, until those starving people actually share with you their meager meals, until you look into the eyes of someone who only dreams of having what you have and living like you live, it can never truly pierce your heart the way mine has been pierced. On the Island of Bohol, where all of our aide took place, there is a tiny little village called BEHIND THE CLOUDS. It is found far into the deepest jungle, encircled by what are known as "The Chocolate Hills." During WWII, when the Japanese invaded the Philippines, a tribe of people retreated to the mountains to hide themselves from their enemies. They hid themselves so well, that the Japanese never found them. So, the villagers decided to make this place their new home. It was so high and secluded, that they named it Behind The Clouds; the name is self explanatory. Most of the villagers there have never seen a white person in their lives. They build houses out of bamboo and palm tree leaves. We built three houses there with cement floors and brick walls and a bathroom and a kitchen. We held three or four medical clinics, where we handed out antibiotics and other medicines to eager hands. Even taking people's blood pressures was amazing; you'd think I was handing out gold bars by the way they crowded in and lined up just to watch in wonder and amazement as I pumped and pumped the little cuff, and listened to their heart beat again and again. It was amazing. Words can not describe the way it felt to be touched so strongly by the people there. They have nothing; and yet they have everything. Mothers walked around barefoot, in dirty old clothes, holding their babies, as the loving husband walked along side. I looked at them one day as I was building them a floor, and realized that they have everything we need; family. love. the simple joys of life. And in that moment, I envied that woman.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Vanity, Say Hello To My Friend, Vanity.
Today I had an interesting moment of reiteration; reiteration because it was simply another example of a long standing truth of which I have been well aware of for years. I was busy. I was in a rush. I had spent the normal amount of time getting ready in the privacy of my own apartment, but somehow that never quite seems enough. The car mirror check/final primping session always seems to follow. So as I sat at a red light on the constantly-crowded university parkway, I decided to flip open the mirror and have a little looksee. I zeroed in on a little white monster sitting on my chin almost immediately. Without thinking, my fingers rose to my face to get rid of the dirty little confidence killer. It was quick and simple; no big deal. I sat there for a minute, feeling slightly disgusted and ashamed of myself; like I had committed some social sin. I quickly glanced over to the car sitting next to me to make sure no one had witnessed my less than prideful moment. The lady in the car next to me was all hunched up in front of the mirror, foofing and fluffing and poking as well; far too busy to notice me. My mother always taught me, "Take as long as you want to get ready at home, but once you leave the house, don't focus on what you look like any more." Here's the moral of the story: In case you do, chances are everyone else is equally obsessed with themselves to notice your flaws.
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