Feeling British

My obsession for all things British is obvious.

And probably annoying for people.

But I'm just in love with it all.

And then I feel bad because I'm living the dream in America. So many people sacrificed to live here and here I am choosing to watch Downton Abbey instead of the Superbowl.

But that's just my taste and I really do love the US of A . I am full of gratitude for all of my ancestors who sacrificed to be over here. 

So here's to my last British post for at least eighteen months.

I was introduced to Downton Abbey while I was in England and after Fall semester, I started to watch all the  episodes like a madwoman, dragging Mummsie and Dad along as well.

We finally finished the last episode this last weekend and I squealed with delight 

when I saw this castle pop up:

Why? 

Because I've been there!!!

So as the Dowager Countess of Grantham once said,

"Put that it your pipe and smoke it."

How to Ruin a Perfect Picture

Add chickens. 

What Am I Getting Into?

As I am approaching my departure date, I am frequently asking myself the question, "What am I getting into?" I'm not talking about leaving all familiarity and trying to convince people of the Bible belt that the Book of Mormon is not the devil's book. I'm talking about this:

*All of this pictures are from Pinterest boards having to do with Tennessee*

The sad truth behind this last picture is if you follow the link, this product is sold out. I guess the New Year's resolution to lose weight is more successful when wearing Camo Yoga Pants.

Just So's Y'All Knows:

I got my Associate's Degree.

I also did not fall once on the Rexburg sidewalks.

They should give me another certificate for that.

I also actually received my Associate's a few semesters back and just recently requested it.

How's that for academic ambition.

Significantly Insignificant

The mission has caused many goodbyes in my life.

This includes material possessions that have no significance in the eternal scheme of things. 

But still.

And then there are the items that should have had their goodbyes long ago.

My Polka-dot Duffle.

This girly-girl has been in my life for well over five years. Every track meet, every drama performance, and every weekend trip have graciously and desperately included Miss Duffle. And it shows. Zippers popped off long ago, inside dividers have ripped, and there are some mysterious stains in the bottom.

You've been good to me.

And my habit of bringing far too much than is needed.

My Moccasins 

These shoes invite the inner Pocahontas of me for a little pow-wow. (Despite the long faded sparkles and modern day lining.) The sidewalks at BYU-Idaho have become well acquainted with Mr. Moccasin. Some other redeeming qualities: slip on, slip off, color goes with everything, comfort. 

My feet say "Gracias" since I don't know the Native American word for "thank you."

I was going to make an analogy of how I hope to be like these items when I return from my mission: well worn, incredibly useful, don't want to let go, etc. But I don't want to be thrown away after the mission.

You Are What You Read

Someone was giving a really nice thought at FHE stating that you are culmination of who you hang out with and what you listen to, watch, and read.

Oh good. That makes me British. 

Obviously since my mission wardrobe consists of some of my favorite literary/cinematic ladies.

And let's not forget my favorite detective.

Music Monday

Except if I were singing it, I would throw in a few more female examples.