I am a dog person--big dogs only. For some reason little dogs scare me. They are so yippy and they bite at your heels and have a small-man complex. No good. So...I only like big dogs.
I have an active imagination. When I was little I would imagine I was stranded in the woods with only my big dog and a hatchet as my protector (recall the book Hatchet). Or that I was an Indian princess, running free between the trees. Or that I was a fearless bronco rider, holding onto my tree branch for dear life as my little brother shook the limb vigorously. Now, however, my imagination usually brings to life more realistic future scenarios such as babies and medical school and life outside of Utah. :)
I plan for the future, but I don’t stress out about it until the present. For example, when I decided to go on a mission my mind was set. I planned and prepared and was very excited. It wasn't until I was lying in the hard bunk bed of the MTC that I realized the weight of my decision. This may seem somewhat irresponsible, but I like to see it as a survival technique. See, once I finally realize all the stress that should have come with my decision, it's too late to turn back. There is nothing left to do but accept it and move forward with a good attitude. And that's what I do...usually.
I wish I could live on the beach all day. I look like the antithesis of a beach bum – red hair, fair skin, freckles – but I love the sun, beach volleyball, swimming, and bon fires. The closest I get here in Utah is Bear Lake.
I love going to the cabin with my family. I love wakeboarding, swimming, and watching the sun go down over the lake as we come into the marina. And that exhausted, sandy feeling at the end of the day…is there anything better?
I love ice cream to a fault.
I have a knack for picking out the most expensive item. Doesn't matter what it is; jewelry, clothes, dessert, faucet head, you name it. This can be both a blessing and a curse...but mostly a curse.
I have a knack for picking out the most expensive item. Doesn't matter what it is; jewelry, clothes, dessert, faucet head, you name it. This can be both a blessing and a curse...but mostly a curse.
I’m not the best at showing emotion, although I’m working on this. I get embarrassed if I show too much emotion over a gift or an event. I have no idea why, but I’m just a little British this way I guess.
But most importantly, I am constantly changing. I am not completely who I was five years ago, and I hope that in the next five years I will be someone new...and better.