Thursday, May 30, 2013

It was a good day.

Now, I don't normally do this type of thing... Don't get me wrong--I'd love to do it all the time, but my body would hate me. So I won't do that. Yesterday, a bunch of friends and I hiked up to Timp Caves, and boy was it a great time.

I woke up at the butt-crack of dawn to get a good breakfast in my system, since I had been sick for like two weeks now, I figured I'd do what I could to get some good nutrition. Ty came over a little later and we chilled with my brotatochip for a bit before heading to meet up with the gang. Gabe, Tina, Haelly, and some of Haelly's friends were all ready and waiting--so of course we made them wait longer as we got us some food.
Okay, now we can go, guys.

After driving around and getting lost, we finally got to the park. We paid our dues and took one last potty break before enduring the next couple of long hours ahead. But don't worry; we had plenty of entertainment. His name is Gabe Anderson. What a trip. He almost died three time. No big deal. He climbed across this massive arch at one point and scratched up his legs pretty bad. But hey, he's a bro, so it ain't no thang but a chicken wang, mamacita.




We finally made it to the top and got to tour the caves. It was pretty cool I guess. I wasn't really in awe, but it was definitely pretty nifty. My favorite part of the whole tour though, was when our guide turned all of the lights off in the cave so we could experience what it was like for the founder, and after it was quiet for a second, Christina cracked us all up by saying in an eerie voice, "my preccciioouusss". Classic.

We finished the tour, ate our sack lunches, and hiked back down. Brett and Tyler were a trip to walk down with. Oh how I just love them both.

I don't remember what happened after that. I'm going to go ahead and assume that we drove home, because here I am, sitting on my bed, writing this post. Yeah. We definitely drove home.


Sunday, May 19, 2013

You're worth more than Gold!

Well world, it's that time of year again... the 2012-2013 dance season has come to an end. But I am oh so proud. So proud of my job. So proud of the work I do. So proud of my boss. So proud of my students. I took on a massive load this year--ten dance classes a week is not what I had in mind for this year, but I wouldn't change any second of it. I have made so many improvements--in my students, my teachings, and myself.

The recital was so great. I was so excited for each and every performance! I'm sure the people around me got sick of me screaming after all of my girls performed, but hey, like I said; I'm very proud. This year, I got to perform with my oldest class--it was so fantastic! Words cannot express what I feel when I dance. Especially when its with my students.

Studio K is one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me. I can't wait for next season!!! 


Sunday, May 12, 2013

The Errand of Angels

This is a short one.

Ever since President Monson announced the new age requirement for missionaries, I've been tossing the idea around about serving a mission. I've mostly been against it. "I've got other things to do", "I'm too far behind in school", "It's not something I feel I need to do"... excuse after excuse. But today, I am so inspired...

One of my very good friends, Boston, gave her farewell talk today in her home ward. I only showed up because I was supporting her and all that good stuff. I wasn't looking for any spiritual insight or anything, but the Lord wanted me to hear something special. I couldn't even tell you what Boston's talk was about, but I remember feeling a distinct prompting that this is something I should strongly consider.

And so there it is. Come next summer, I will be referred to as "Sister Yance" for a period of 18 months.

Thank you so much, Sister Walch. Give 'em Heaven.

Let the guessing begin!