Lyndi in London

Sunday, 11 A.M. Hinckely Building. BE THERE!

2009-02-12T11:27:00.000-08:00

I want to inform you, if you haven't read this week's "Progress," that I am speaking in church this Sunday, the 15th. It's President's day weekend, so if you're looking for a get-away, come home! Come say hello (and goodbye) before I run away to Germany. :)

23 days . . . and random thoughts

2009-02-02T17:01:00.000-08:00

Today's being February 2nd and all means I only have 23 days left before the 25th. Now, for the random thought. On the sidebar of my blog there is a picture from London of the Beast in a production of Beauty and the Beast. I quote, "I think this is an interesting interpretation of this story. It fascinates me because by the end of the play/movie/production, you LOVE the Beast! How could anyone love this alienated creature? He's a mixture of George Lucas' imagination and Christmas lights. He's scary looking! And tall! So . . . how do I love him? " I want to clarify something on that last bit. I am not opposed to tall people, in any way or means. Actually, when it comes to attractiveness, I prefer them. I'm short (tallest of the girls in my family, but hey . . .) My sons need a shot at tall genes somewhere! Anyway . . . random enough thought? yeah . . . it is.

I Nephi, having been born of goodly parents . . .

2009-01-23T10:31:00.000-08:00

"What could you do better for your children and your children's children than to record the story of your life, your triumphs over adversity, your recovery after a fall, your progress when all seemed black, your rejoicing when you had finally achieved?"

President Spencer W Kimball

My sister Heidi loves quotes. She sent us a text a few days ago asking if we had any really good ones to maybe be her theme for the year. I think she's amazing at keeping a journal, and when I read this quote I thought of her. I'm an awful journal writer, if you count journaling as only writing the events of the day in a diary looking book. I think I have to look outside the box to keep my record. I think I count blogging as a record. Then, if I do that, it's not so bad! :) I share my feelings and tell funny stories about stupid and cool things I do. I've shared testimony and talked about overcoming fears. And! you all get to read it! Luckies! I type a bajillion times faster than I write with a pen or pencil, so I tend to write more often. I like getting things done but I really love detail. Details are hard to capture when you write slow and there's a space or time limit to meet. Books can be restricting that way . . . anyway. I just wanted to share this cool quote, and you know . . . add to this record, which I know is a true account that I make with mine own hand. ;)

Mission advice?

2009-01-23T10:23:00.000-08:00

My mission packet said I had to send 8 passport pictures to the mission president asap. I got those off yesterday with a note asking for advice of what to buy and where. I don't know if I'll hear back from him or not. My aunt's foreign exchange student from Germany shops when she comes to America because everything is so much cheaper but Heidi wishes she'd bought her winter boots and coat in the country because then she wouldn't have had to lug them all around Chile. Needless to say, and don't be shocked, but I'm really nervous! When I tell people I'm going to Germany I get one of two reactions. First choice: They look at me incredulously because how could somewhere so gorgeous and beautiful count as a mission when really it's the perfect dream vacation. Or Second Choice: They grin at me like they know something I don't know and wish me luck like I'm going to convert the Pope. I mean, I know European missions are hard, but isn't every mission hard? I love the people and I speak their language fair enough already. I love the Gospel and I have a testimony of it. That should count for something, right? So, you returned missionaries, what's your best advice? And you not-returned missionaries, what's yours? A friend on a mission right now just says to leave everything behind, excluding him. :) Haha! If you want to write me, I'd be more than happy to have mail! And, I promise no matter how long it takes, I'll write back eventually. - Lyndi

A-Z tag . . .

2009-01-10T17:57:00.000-08:00

I'm copying Coley 'cause I'm bored :) so here goes . . .

A: ATTACHED or SINGLE? hmmm . . . single

B: BEST FRIEND? today, let's go with Heidi, my older sister

C: CAKE or PIE? PIE! PIE! PIE! PIE! I despise cake. It's dry and unless it's got divine frosting, any kind of pie is better. I experienced my first key-lime pie this Thanksgiving, and let's just say (I love lime) it was heavenly

D: DAY of CHOICE? right now they're all about the same, except for one little thing. tuesday is temple day, I'll pick tuesday

E: ESSENTIAL ITEM? kleenex . . . in any shape or size or color, though white is my preference. I can't seem to get enough these days stupid cold

F: FAVORITE COLOR? green, in almost every and any shade

G: GUMMY BEARS or WORMS? bears. The originals came from Germany. Haribo is the best!

H: HOMETOWN? sometimes we call it the Armpit of America, but it's not that bad :)

I: INDULGENCE? bread. I'm not a chocolate fan, ice cream makes my stomach hurt. I have allergies to wheat and dairy, but if there's bread around, it's SO tempting. oh, and brownies. they're not safe from me either, so it's a good thing there aren't any around . . . haha :)

J: JANUARY or JULY? July. I prefer summer to winter. I like heat

K: KIDS? do I have them? no. do I like them? yeah, especially when they're happy

L: LIFE ISN'T COMPLETE WITHOUT? family. I have the tendency to think mine is the best, and I look forward to starting my own someday

M: MARRIAGE DATE? hmm . . . well, let's not say december anything because then my birthday, christmas AND my anniversary would all be in the same month

N: NUMBER of BROTHERS and SISTERS? 2 sisters and 3 brothers

O: ORANGES or APPLES? if the orange is perfect and chilled, oranges. if the apple is pink lady and there's peanut butter around, apples. actually, my favorites are beautiful, ripe, juicy nectarines and peaches

P: PHOBIAS? being alone, cancer (not dying, that's ok, but cancer really scares me), going blind

Q: QUOTE? "Happiness lies in the joy of achievement and the thrill of creative effort." FDR
"In vain I have struggled, it will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you." Mr. Darcy

R: REASON to SMILE? I'm going to Germany!

S: SEASON of CHOICE? summer, but they all have their ups and downs

T: coley left this one out . . . .

U: UNKNOWN FACT ABOUT ME? my eye doctor told me my eyesight is so good I should be a fighter pilot

V: VEGETABLE? all of them but brussel sprouts. I live on vegetables and protein

W: WORST HABIT? cleaning my fingernails with whatever I can find, including my teeth

X: X-RAY or ULTRASOUND? neither if I can help it

Y: YOUR FAVORITE FOOD? hmm . . . I love food, can it all be my favorite?

Z: ZODIAC SIGN? sagittarius

Beautiful Temple

2009-01-07T16:44:00.000-08:00

I went through the temple on December 27th. I took some pictures of the temple I love most in the world. It's beautiful. And, someone who thinks I'm beautiful took one of me. I liked it. So here they are, though I have many many many more. :)

Mission Call!

2009-01-07T15:19:00.000-08:00

I must confess, I received my mission call weeks ago. I opened it on the night of Friday, December 19th. However, I'm not telling where I'm going until I tell the story.

Thursday: After I'd finished all of my exams (yes, it was finals week at BYU) I could finally focus on the project I'd worked on throughout the week, due the next day at 11. I am a costume design major and my final project for my design class was to costume 6-8 characters from a show. I had my ideas, fabric swatches, history and images to work with, but I hadn't started drawing or painting or anything like that. I had all my supplies and a work space cleared. At 4 pm I sat down to work. At about 7 pm my sister called and wanted to know when we'd be able to go home. I was sure I'd communicated that I had to go to work Friday until 6 pm, and then I would have to go back to my apartment and pack and clean. There was no way I would be ready to go until at least Saturday. This is the best (almost anyway) part. Heidi and Trevor really wanted to go home (so did I, but didn't think it was possible before Saturday) so Heidi came to my apartment and packed all of my things! I pulled out the few things I would need before the next day, and she packed everything else. From the kitchen to laundry, the bedroom to bathroom Heidi put everything in boxes and bags and hauled them from my apartment to her car to Grandma's house. I sat in the same chair the entire time drawing, tracing, coloring, painting. Heidi left around 1 in the morning, my apartment was bare. She left me my computer and a few movies with whose company I could finish the project, a change of clean clothes for the next day, and a can of tuna and one of V8 for lunch. She also left the sheets, blankets, and pillows on my bed, hoping that I'd make it there before work. I didn't. not really. I'd started the project at 4 Thursday afternoon and finished in Friday morning around 8.

Friday: After the project was 100% finished, I took about 15 minutes to just lay on my bed. I don't think I was asleep. After telling your body it can't sleep for 16 hours straight, I don't think it wants to afterward. It's like missing the exit from the freeway. Once it's gone, it's gone and you have to keep going. Anyway . . . after sleeping failed, I jumped in the shower to freshen myself up. I hate being dirty. I was in the process of straightening my hair when my mom called. This is a very rare occurrence. Don't think that my mom is a bad mom because she never calls me. "It just does not work that way." (That's a quote from President Packer, I love it.) My mom is the most thoughtful and wonderous person ever. She doesn't call because she knows we're busy. She keeps herself free so that we can call her when we're not. It works nicely. :) So, I was a bit surprised when she called. I thought something had gone wrong, someone had died or something. I asked what was up and she said something like, "I think you should call your boss and tell her you can't work today." Mom, I have to work today. Nobody else is qualified to do my job and those that are are already gone. "Could you get it off if you told them your mission call was waiting for you at home?" Is it?! "Yes." AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! I woke two roommates and danced around my apartment screaming for what felt like 10 minutes, even though it was probably only 2. I had despaired when it didn't come on Thursday like the Post Office said it would if it was coming. I was sure it wouldn't come for another two weeks since the next Thursday was Christmas. But no! It was waiting for me at home!!! All the tiredness and aches from denying my body sleep were gone. I was so excited. The rest of the story isn't important. Well, let's rephrase that. I finished my hair, said goodbye to roommates and friends, exchanged Christmas presents and wishes with few, and went to turn in my project. It was beautiful and I got 100% on it. My mom called me and said she'd called my boss and arranged it that I wouldn't have to go to work. She then said she'd asked Trevor, my brother, to help me with my cleaning check so that we could get headed home before the weather got nasty. Trevor came over and mopped my floor! (Holy smokes . . . he must really have wanted to go home.) We finally left Provo around 5 pm which was LOTS earlier than I thought was possible. We drove through terrible snow from Provo to Filmore, taking three hours for an hour and 20 minute drive. We arrived in Overton, and at home, at about 11 pm Utah time.

After hugging mom a couple times, Grant and Pamela at least once, and pacing up and down, I thought "Just get it over with." More than once in the car, I fell silent and Heidi said, "Mission call?" Yeah. I couldn't stop thinking about it. I SO wanted it to be the Lord's will for me. I was so nervous . . . I wanted whatever it said to bring peace to the churning sea of nerves in my stomach. I knew that in order to serve for 18 months I would need to know the call was perfect for me. People asked me where I wanted to go and I simply told them, wherever the Lord sends me. I can't pick a place because I can't start out disappointed. So, I finally braced myself and grabbed the envelope. I sat down in the blue recliner, indian style. My fingers fumbled as I broke the seal and ripped the contents out placing them face down. I didn't want any surprises before I was ready. I placed the envelope over the text so that I could slide it down, reading only one line at a time.

Dear Sister Mecham,
You are hereby called to serve as a missionary of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. You are AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

That's about how it went. :) The name of the church fills up a whole line! The next line . . . I didn't get a whole lot out of! Heidi, who was standing behind me screamed too. She saw it . . . :) I tried to get the rest of the words out through the tears that had already begun to flow.

You are assigned to labor in the Germany Munich/Austria Mission. (Then everyone else screamed.) It is anticipated that you will serve for a period of 18 months.

You should report to the Missionary Training Center at Provo, Utah on Wednesday, 25 February, 2009. You will prepare to preach the gospel in the German language. . .

The rest was very beautiful, but I won't share it here.

Sincerely,
Thomas S. Monson
President

So, that's the story. I immediately began calling people who expressed desire to know ASAP, like Grandma and Carolyn Jensen. Bradley was on the phone listening, but you know he's deaf, so I re-read it for him. I sent out texts to everyone in my phone (if you didn't get one there's a post on my blog previous explaining why. It's not because I don't love you, it's because I no longer have your number!)

If you don't know where Germany, Munich, or Austria are, these may jog your memory.

That would be "The Sound of Music", Neuschwanstein Castle, and Hallstatt. Very famous, very beautiful. I'll get to the Alps in the Spring. May. Oh man . . . it's perfect. :)

December 2, 1987. 1:36 a.m.

2008-12-02T23:48:00.000-08:00

A little girl was born twenty one years ago. She grew up and is now heading off into the world to do crazy and wonderful things! Ok, so it was my birthday today (tomorrow doesn't start until I've gone to bed and woken up on a new day). I just wanted to post something special . . . to commemorate all the amazing and wonderful things that happened! I finished and turned in a psychology research paper, I got two papers turned in, and graded with perfect scores(!), I had many many many birthday wishes, I made some sweet Saturday Divine Comedy plans, I got asked out on a date for Friday night, I went to the Temple, I watched Bolt with Heidi and laughed really hard, Bradley took me on a lunch date to Bajio where I thoroughly enjoyed my delicious meal, I was treated to free Jamba by an incredibly sweet coworker, I got lots of movies (my favorite thing in the whole wide world - with maybe one or two exceptions) and a digital camera! My home teachers and visiting teachers gave me presents, my roommate made me dinner (and it was delicious!) My secret santa brought me orange jello (MY FAVORITE!), I have amazing roommates, an excellent bishop and an awesome stake president. I had a little meeting with him tonight, and if you're still reading this post, you'll know that my mission papers are in and I am awaiting a mission call. :D There . . . it's official. Now you can tell everyone you know, and I'm telling everyone I don't know too! I had two friends get engaged on my birthday and I'm going on a mission. A really good friend dropped balloons onto my balcony, ballasted with candy (with gummi bears, my favorite chewy candy), and now I have to either do homework or go to sleep. Maybe one before the other? I'm exhausted because the day has been literally, so incredibly amazing. Thank you to everyone who made my birthday wishes come true. Thank you to my wonderful family, without whom, I would not be a Mecham. Thank you to all those who gave me their love today. I felt it in great abundance. :) And, I love you all back that much more.

Enamored with Enamel

2008-11-13T08:25:00.000-08:00

So, this morning I woke up with something hard in my mouth. Obviously I spat it out and went promptly back to sleep. I forgot about it until about half way through psychology when I discovered that the back of a bottom tooth wasn't nearly as smooth as it used to be. I remembered the hard thing in my sleeping mouth and made some connections. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I believe that somehow, my tooth chipped during the night, wound up floating around in my mouth, and then shortly thereafter ended up somewhere on my pillow, on my bed, or on my floor . . . The only other suggestion I can offer is that a large amount of cement used to hold my former "permanent" retainer in place finally decided to dislodge itself from my teethies. The reasoning behind that suggestion is that on a recent trip to the dentist, I noticed the hygienist scraping those bottom teeth quite vigorously. New dentist, doesn't know my tooth history, thinks they're dirty or something . . . whatever. That is the latest in the life of Lyndi, literally. Back to homework now . . . there's lots of it. :)

Water + Cell Phone = sadness

2008-11-05T17:53:00.000-08:00

Hey Everybody,
Sad day, but my phone had a run-in with some water and I had to get a new one. They couldn't get my phone to respond at all, so I lost everything: Contacts, messages, pictures, the works. If you read my blog and have my phone number, just text me or call me with your number so I can add you into my new phone. Much love,
Lyndi

Oh I feel amazing . . .

2008-10-23T10:50:00.000-07:00

You should ask me why, but since I know you won't really, I'll blog about it and you can read it! I feel amazing because I read a 221 page book yesterday for a class, wrote a paper on it this morning, took it to my TA and only had to change 3 measly things! She liked my application, thought it was a strong paper, with a firm stance in opinion, and the things I had to change were only citing sources and a sentence re-wording!Oh I feel amazing . . . Usually my papers require extensive rewrites. The points are awarded out of ten and usually, if I don't get help on a paper, they give me about 8.5. When I go in and get help, I can get 10s. They always say my papers are good, but that I haven't quite applied myself enough to it. Well, not today! :D It gives me much more than a slight level of satisfaction knowing that I can read, apply and schpeal in a sociological mindset. The book was Nickel and Dimed by Barbara Ehrenreich. Apart from the foul language and graphic settings (to which we were forewarned) it was a very interesting read. I admit that I didn't get it until after I'd read it, and even now it blows my mind that things like dehumanization and degredation happen all the time and we think it's ok. I have to go to class and turn in the paper, but I could really talk about this forever . . . or as Helena Bonham Carter says in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, when grown-ups say forever they mean a very long time. :)

Lameness of our lives!!

2008-10-15T14:27:00.001-07:00

All the time I spent fixing that stupid format junk and the post still looks weird . . . I hate the writing snaking its way between the picture and the line. Dumb. Dumb. Dumbness. Bah . . . :)

ten minute breaks

2008-10-15T14:06:00.000-07:00

So I've been sitting at the same computer in the library for about an hour and a half, working on the same paper I've been working on for three days now. I need a break; I don't have facebook; I don't have any food; if I get up I'll feel guilty that there's a line of people waiting for my computer. Hence, I blog. I have my flash drive stuck in the computer because, obviously, when writing a paper on a school computer you must save to an external device. My external device happens to have pictures on it. What an excellent diversion! Flipping through the pictures I found these. It's a good thing I trust Luke. He says 15 minute breaks are better, and I needed the extra five to get a good format. Wish me luck with the paper, and the exam I have to take tonight before 8. :)

Tiffed

2008-10-03T11:13:00.000-07:00

Ok, I just need to blow some steam. I study in the library. I like studying in the library. It's quiet and, for me, productive. I came into the library after my 10 o'clock class to study for an exam. However, I had a thought. "My buddy so-and-so studies in the basement! I'll bet he/she's down there now. I could write that paper on a computer down there and run into him/her. Sweet plan." So, I took the stairs to the basement comptuer rather than the 5th floor cubicle, in hopes of seeing my friend. Ok. I sit down, log in, get all my little windows open . . . gmail, blackboard, and Microsoft Word . . . and take a little look around. There he/she is! :) I wanted to surprise the friend in question, so I just sat taller and made myself look more prominent. This is where I set myself up for failure. The party in question either totally didn't notice me or totally didn't recognize me! It has NOT been very long since I've seen the person, so they should remember, even at least vaguely that we are friends and not just acquaintances. I just bide my time, waiting for them to notice. He/she was packing up to leave and I was getting nervous. What if they didn't come over? I put all of this effort into coming to see them and they were just going to walk away. But then, I see him/her look up and smile. It's got to be at me, right?! We even made eye contact! They're coming over! I scoot out of the desk to stand up for the hug . . . and they walk past and up the stairs behind me. :( Devastating. I don't think I'll be able to bring myself into the basement of the library for a long time. 5th floor cubicles don't allow you to make stupid mistakes when you want to surprise someone. You're all enclosed, with no one to surprise, and no distractions to keep you from studying for that History of Costume exam. I'm done venting now. Thanks for reading.

Takin a break

2008-09-26T14:16:00.000-07:00

I'm supposed to be studying my brains out for a psychology test, but I've been in class and doing homework since about 8:45 this morning. I've eaten lunch, but ditched out on the shower idea . . . something I NEVER do because I HATE being dirty. . . and am now sitting down to have a ten minute break. :) School is going well! I have 16 credit hours and am working 13 hours a week at Jamba Juice. I tried to figure out how much free time I would have if I was really doing the homework schedule - 2 hours a week for every credit hour the class is, or whatever - and technically, not including sleeping 8 hours a night, I should have 23 hours of free time. This is not including Sunday, so I just made it a 6 day week. I have no idea where those 23 hours are . . . I haven't had 2 to rub together yet! I really like working because then I get a paycheck! Today was payday, which just makes the day lovlier. I wish they didn't take so much out for taxes, but so it is. I like payday because then I can get out of debt. I owed a roommate for a choir concert ticket and I owed Trevor for Sushi! I love sushi . . . oh deliciousness . . . anyway. My ten minutes is up. I have to study/read/memorize Psychology stuff now. Much Love!! - Lyndi

Can you tell school has started?

2008-09-05T13:34:00.000-07:00

Let me count the ways . . .

1. 34,000 students leave the buildings on campus every hour at ten minutes to the hour, rushing from the MARB to the HFAC and the RB to the Wilk. Notice that is Wilk not WSC.
2. Lunch now has lines, which at some establishments, namely Taco Bell, turn corners and run down halls.
3. Computers and Parking Spaces are the most coveted items on campus, with perhaps the exception of iClickers.
4. Remember #1? It took me at least 6 minutes to get OUT of the MARB Wednesday after class. It's a good thing I know how to walk really fast and that the HFAC is not totally strange to me.
5. WalMart is stripped bare
6. Costco is stripped bare
7. Macey's is stripped bare
8. I'm hungry . . .
9. It's cooling off . . . really quickly!!
10. The Cougars won the football game against Nothern Iowa last Saturday and are playing Washington tomorrow
11. I'm in the library wasting time . .. oh wait, I did that in the summer too . . .
12. Cute boys have seemingly repopulated the face of the Earth but one of them is really busy
13. I'm really busy!
14 . . . here's a picture to prove that school has started, or at least support that school has started and to liven up my blog a bit.

A Most Excellent Tradition . . . Rain or Snow . . . or massive amounts of sunshine that burn me every year, with or without protection.

2008-09-05T13:17:00.000-07:00

I may want to sing, "Blue are the skies that reach above us! Blue are the lakes and mountain's feet. Golden the grain our harvests yield, golden the sheaves of ripening wheat. Then Sing Hurrah! for the Gold and Blue, sing loud and let it's praises ring! To our dear gold and blue, we ever will be true Hip Hurrah for the Gold and Blue!" or even "We love Moapa High School! Dear Gold and Blue! We love our colors! To thee, our hearts are true as blue we love every inch of you. Cheer Moapa High School. Fight Team! and never say die! We'll fight for our high school, Moapa High! With a Hip Hurrah! MV Rah Rah, MV Rah Rah! There's nothin' the matter us, Rah Rah! MV Rah Rah! MV Rah Rah there's nothin' the matter with us!" But really I'm singing,

Rise, all loyal Cougars and hurl your
challenge to the foe.
We will fight, day or night, rain or snow.
Loyal, strong, and true
Wear the white and blue.
While we sing, get set to spring.
Come on, Cougars, it’s up to you. Oh!

Chorus:
Rise and shout, the Cougars are out
Along the trail to fame and glory.
Rise and shout, our cheers will ring out
As you unfold your vict’ry story.
On you go to vanquish the foe
For Alma Mater’s sons and daughters.
As we join in song in praise of you our
faith is strong.
We’ll raise our colors high in the blue
And cheer our Cougars of BYU.

Rah rah rah rah rah!

GOOOOOOOO COUGARS!!!! :D

Tag . . .I'm it!

2008-08-23T21:34:00.001-07:00

Name 5 random things about myself and then tag five more people . . . adding a random picture to add to the randominity of said post. Here goes!

1- I have a clean fingernail fetish. When not doing something productive, they're always being picked at. I clean them during class, slow time at work, during church, when I try to come up with random things to say . . . all the time! It's even worse if they're short . . . I just really need to see that line of white.
2- All I wanted when I went to Washington DC, besides to see the Lincoln Memorial, was a red hoodie with Washington DC really big on the front. I found the perfect hoody on the last day we were there and bought it on the spot. It is comfy and cozy, says Washington DC down the left sleeve in white embroidery and Washinton DC in black velvet and white embroidery on the front, real big. Perfect!
3- I like to paint my toenails, but not enough that I'm willing to take off the old paint that now only remains on my big toes. Call me lazy . . . All of the paint has come off or been chipped off (part of the clean nail fetish) of the other toes, but my two big toenails remain red, scarlett in fact.

4- I have had the same cell phone for more than 2 years now and my provider has sent me several messages informing me of this fact. Get a new phone they say! It's free they say! I say, the old one still works, I'd have to find a store, it probably isn't free, and until this one dies, what's the point?
5- It has been almost exactly a year since my last haircut. It was incredibly short (1-2 inches in length) and is now past the shoulders to upper back range. It's still healthy looking, though if I sit still too long I get bored and pick split ends. It's a lovely color, and a nice boy I know likes to comment when I do it. ;)
I tag Jess Ward, Jessica Hansen, Allyson Maughan, JanaRae and Annie Leavitt.

Random Picture: This was sent to me today by a missionary buddy from my freshman year at college. Elder Ricks in Florida's self portrait whilst at the Orlando Temple.

super blonde moment . . .

2008-08-16T20:22:00.001-07:00

oh man this is embarrassing . . . but SO funny!! So, I'll share. Scroll down a little bit and look at the picture for the awesomest jamba crew ever. Notice anything odd about it? Yeah, it's really really really blurry. For about a year now, I've been really confused at why the quality of the pictures from my phone camera has plummeted. Today, I discovered the reason. I was at Hogi Yogi, not eating the ice cream-cookie sandwiches with my sister and her friends at the close of her "birthweek" and got bored. I took out my phone and started messing around. I opened up the options and noticed that the first one was 1.Resolution. It was set to the lowest one! 160x120 is nothing! No wonder you can't tell that it's even me in any of my pictures from the last year! So, now that it's set to a 640x480 resolution I'll take better pictures. I guess on the upside of this blonde moment that happened to last for at least a year . . . is the truth (yes, truth) that I'll just have to go back and do all the things that I have pictures of on my phone, delete them, and take better ones!! Brilliant! :)

The Awesomest Jamba Crew Ever

2008-08-15T08:14:00.000-07:00

Hello again everyone! It seems like it's been a while since I posted, and it has! Almost a month! So I thought I'd update. I still work at Jamba Juice, and intend to for some time to come. Next week is Education Week and it's going to be crazy insane! I'm starting as a new team lead next week too which has the potential to be a scary thing: Lyndi in charge? OOOoooooo . . . :D But, I believe that this picture, poor quality that it is, is enough proof that it won't be too bad. Pictured from left to right in the back are Mike, Jon, Will, Freddie and Justin. Pictured center front = me! This was my team yesterday of which I was in charge! I was the only girl but it was totally awesome! My team was very efficient and I felt that we were successful. Besides, it was a fun picture. We were pretty bored . . . :)

4 months

2008-08-02T14:52:00.001-07:00

Today is August 2nd. Four months from today is my birthday! I wanted to post something today, but really don't have anything else exciting to say! Trevor went sailing and I was so sad it wasn't me. My cousin Michele's bridal shower was this morning. Tomorrow is Fast Sunday. I'm doing laundry and might take a nap. I don't have to go to work today!!!! (I've already been excited about that today. I actually put cute clothes on and did my hair! I work at Jamba Juice so I just wear my uniform and put my hair in a pony tail every day and am too tired when I get home to change into anything else or to put any effort into my physical appearance. Of course, if there was a good reason to do so, I would! Good reasons include dates, FHE, dates, going out with Heidi, dates, or any other excuse to leave the house. If I'm just going to stay home alone, there's no reason to look good.) I'm praying about medical school - shocking isn't it - and trying to decide which classes to pick up when. Can I take O Chem and BioChem concurrent enrollment? Which physics classes do I take if I only need to cover mechanics, electricity, and magnetism? Is a "science-major" level at BYU referring to chemistry majors, biology majors, physics majors, neuroscience majors, all of the above or none of the above? Do I take Chem 105, 106, and 107 and not take Calculus, or will NCNM only accept a college math course actually taken in college? This, of course, would change all of those Chem classes to like 121, 122, and 123. I should probably talk to someone who knows, huh? Ooh . . . there's the buzzer. Time to rotate the laundry.

a tasty anecdote

2008-07-23T09:11:00.001-07:00

I just wanted to drop a little note to tell you of all the adventures I've had lately. I come into work every day when Heidi comes in. Even though I don't start working until 11:00 or 11:30, I'm on campus every morning at 9. This leaves much time for emailing, researching career and school options, and reading conference talks and scriptures etc., online. I suppose I could play games online too, but I have not yet done so. Then, I go to Jamba, which, by the way, you must stop by when you come to BYU because I am the coolest Jamba employee ever. To illustrate this point I will recount adventures from yesterday's EFY rush hour. I was on pour, which means I was pouring the smoothies and calling the names of said EFYers. I had a helper who was actually pouring the drinks in cups and making sure I was getting them in the right order before I stuck lids, straws, and names on them. One particular EFYer thought he would be so clever and embarrass us by making us call a silly name, Michael Jordan, to be exact. However, my helper Mike and I would not be embarrassed. Mike remarked how wonderfully exciting it was to be making a smoothie for the greatest basketball player alive, and I said something along the lines of, "Dude . . . let's embarrass him by making a big deal out of it! Like, Ladies and Gentlemen! Introducing Michael Jordan!!!" (In my excellent loudspeaker announcer voice, developed through at least 4 years of being the most valuable pep band member!) Mike replied that that was the most awesome thing he'd ever heard and that if I wasn't going to do it, he was. I quickly responded in the affirmative and commenced. "*WHISTLE!!!* Ladies and Gentlemen, may I have your attention please! We have someone very important and special with us today. Allow me to present the one and only MICHAEL JORDAN!!! Yay!!! *Clapping*" People laughed, some cheered and the poor little EFYer turned red and came to get his smoothie, while his cohorts laughed. It totally made my day, Mike's day, the cashier's day, and I hope everyone else's day too. Let it be known that I am the greatest pourer of Jamba smoothies and that I am not one to be messed with. :) (Ok, that sounds totally proud and cocky, but it was incredibly fun, and I don't know that anyone else would have been crazy enough to come up with it and actually follow through on it. I may not be the greatest pourer, in fact I'm not. If I was, I wouldn't need a helper. I, however, would have drowned in fruity-smoothie goodness without those helpers. So, forgive me for being proud and boastful and know that I had a lot of fun being loud and obnoxious yesterday!)

Back home, but only for a little while!

2008-07-08T16:25:00.000-07:00

"He's a kinder, gentler genie! Look at this!"

In case you don't know, it's from Aladdin and the King of Thieves, when Robin Williams is back playing Genie. :) I just wanted to start off with a movie quote that hints at my being back! I'm back in the USofA and I love it! Don't get me wrong, London was out of this world amazing. I learned so much and I worked so hard! I played hard too, don't worry. But for now, it's nice to be home. Working in the garden, working out, studying the scriptures & Preach My Gospel, reading good books and playing the piano have never been better!

The Temple is a Holy Place

2008-06-06T12:54:00.000-07:00

I love to see the Temple. I'm going there someday to feel the Holy Spirit, to listen and to pray. For the Temple is a house of God, a place of love and beauty. I'll prepare myself while I am young. This is my sacred duty.

I love to see the Temple. I'll go inside someday. I'll covenant with my Father; I'll promise to obey. For the Temple is a holy place where we are sealed together. As a child of God, I've learned this truth: A family is forever.

24 of our 36 students took a trip to the London England Temple on a free day. It was the most peaceful and beautiful day I'd had on the trip. We were able to enter the walls of the temple and participate in sacred ordinances. I took family names from Grandma Hemingway and had special and tender feelings for those family members. It was a beautiful experience.

Saturday in the Park . . . again.

2008-06-06T12:17:00.000-07:00

Today we got back from an amazing trip to Stratford-upon-Avon and other amazing places. Even though we saw Coventry Cathedral, Kenilworth Castle, Warwick Castle, Stratford-upon-Avon, Mary Arden's Farm, Anne Hathaway's Cottage, and many other amazingnesses, Jess and I couldn't be happier to be back playing frisbee in Hyde Park. We're not the greatest, and Jess especially isn't because she sprained her ankle. My skills at throwing the frisbee to one spot are becoming . . . well . . . let's just say they're slowly improving. My catching skills are much more rapidly improving. Anyway, these pictures are obviously not from today since the sun was shining in them and we didn't get back until late in the day and didn't get to the park until evening, but they're good anyway. I like how I match the yellow and white flowers and contrast nicely with the blue ones. It is lovely to wander through the flowers and gardens, but even better than them, I love the tall grasses and trees throughout the park. One of my favorite days in the park, Jess and I just wandered off into a secluded tree-covered part of the park and laid in the grass reading our books and eating Ritter Sport chocolate. There are pictures on here somewhere of that day. Look for them. Hyde Park is especially lovely in the rain. No umbrellas, please.

2008-06-06T10:55:00.000-07:00

Jess and I went to Westminster late at night after I'd done homework all day long. It was a good jaunt into London early on in our adventures together and one of our better bonding experiences. Oh, and by the way, if you haven't seen Big Ben by night, you haven't seen Big Ben at his Best. I think he's so beautiful . . . and Westminster too. I LOVE architecture that speaks to my soul . . . (really I just wanted to use another feature of the Blog, which I find so pleasurable!) So, enjoy the film. I hope there's sound!

A Country Walk . . .

2008-05-31T12:50:00.000-07:00

You may think, "Oh, lovely! A jaunt through the British countryside!" I would have thought so too, but I was the one on the walk. It was more like a hike - an 8 mile uphill/downhill/cross country hike. My muscles are pulsing, which makes me feel good about myself (it means I did something worthwhile . . .) and my feet are sore. The trees were amazing - and constantly in your face- the clouds were gorgeous - and ALL over the sky! - and there were several streams that I found pleasing. This picture doesn't do justice to the strenuous nature of . . . 1/8 . . . of the hike, but it was lovely. There was one hill that was quite painful and made me really embarrassed at how much I have not been climbing stairs since I moved from Heather Cove. We had a beautiful day and I'll sleep soundly tonight.

Relief and Gratitude

2008-05-28T08:26:00.000-07:00

Few who read this blog or follow my travels in London know of the extreme struggle I've had in my classes, my Shakespeare English 382 class in particular. I consider myself a good writer, fun to read, and strong in structure. If you know Mr. Dalley, you know what I'm talking about when I say that I've grasped the fact that lampshades cannot kick buckets. However, in this class I have found my mettle tested and tried. I have written and rewritten and analyzed and reanalyzed in order to achieve a higher score on what they call "Response" papers. I, myself, would call them "Tear your heart out with a red pen and a TA comment or 3" papers. (This may seem over the top, but really! I've struggled with these papers like none other! I haven't been so frustrated with a grade since Mr. Tusler's 10th grade English class where he made no comments at all and gave you a B! grr . . .) Nevertheless, in order to make this title correlate with what is written here below, I have some exciting news to relay! After two unsatisfactory scores I emailed my TA and basically said, "I want a better score on my next paper and you're going to help me get it." After several helps and more instructions I wrote a paper, turning it in only after having prayed over it extensively. That was over a week ago. I've been in turmoil ever since, wondering and waiting on this paper and of course the grade attached. I got it back today and let's just say the score is now acceptable, very acceptable, in fact. I cried in relief when I saw the score. Confidence is instilled in me and I feel rejuvenated. I'm so grateful for my TA, for the Lord and His mercy, for my mom who believes in me - that I can do anything! (She really does! It's impressive.) I'm feeling relieved and revitalized. I hope I can remember this struggle, this test, this trial, especially when the next "Response Paper" comes around. :)

Carrying the Banner

2008-05-24T09:27:00.000-07:00

It is Ray and Jan Mecham family tradition to take creative family pictures where'er we go. If you need a brilliant example, visit bvaliant.blogspot.com . So, when I went to the British Museum, as described below, I felt the need to extend my creative atmosphere and live according to tradition. It wasn't long before I found the perfect place to take creative license, as witnessed below.

Shortly thereafter I again felt the need, but there's no way I could have done the position justice without at least my five siblings to aid me in the . . . artistic representation . . . of so many fine souls. :)

Any takers?

The British Museum: Enlightenment

2008-05-23T15:31:00.000-07:00

Well, dear reader, today I visited the British Museum. Before the museum trip, however, Meagan, Amy, Jess and I went to Hyde Park. I was tired and groggy because I didn't follow Ben Franklin's advice, but went to bed late and got up late instead. My eyes were watery because the wind was blowing and little fuzzy things kept flying into them. I felt pretty miserable. So . . . because I was miserable . . . I just let my eyes get a little more watery. :) It was an interesting day in the park . . . I have no idea what was wrong, I was just miserable. Then we headed back to the flat, ate some lunch and I took a break. I watched an episode of Avatar (Sokka's Master) and read my scriptures after which I felt quite a bit better and ready for the museum. As we went through the museum, however, that miserable feeling came back. But, this time it had purpose. I was looking at artifacts from Egypt. Well, I just got back from Egypt! I was there with my family! The last time I was in London, I was here with my family! There is an exhibit in the museum for a season called "The Enlightenment" and I feel that with my visit to the museum, I have been enlightened as to this mysterious pit in my heart all the time! The thought that came to me in the middle of a Greek exhibit was, "I miss my family so much that I am miserable!" It's so true! All I want is to be with them. I may be in London where sooooo many people want to be at some point in their lives, and they may be in Logandale, Nevada (sometimes referred to as the Armpit of America), but all I want is to be with them. I felt justified in this thought and proceeded through the museum feeling somewhat lighter. Enlightened, perhaps?

Potential Blackmail Picture

2008-05-18T14:30:00.000-07:00

But, I would point out that it is posted of our own free will, so we're undermining any attempt to use it against us. It is the product of a mirror in the Natural History Museum, which, by the way, houses the Big Blue Whale! I have pictures of that too somewhere . . . I'll see what I can do about that. :)

The theatre, the theatre, what's happened to the theatre?

2008-05-18T13:42:00.000-07:00

They're doing ballet! Our first production to see without the program group was Tchaikovsky's Sleeping Beauty Ballet, here in the Royal Opera House. This is one of my favorite pictures I've taken so far, perhaps, for the artistic cut and quality of it. Anyway . . . I thought of Pamela, almost the entire time, and thought how amazing she would be on that stage, with her golden hair glistening under the lights, and I would design her lovely costume for her. Too bad Prima Ballerinas, like the one who played the title role, only wear tutus. But! Pamela, your tutu would be the most lovely and sensible thing you've ever worn. The costuming was by FAR my favorite thing about watching the ballet, unless you count hearing the music associated with a favorite Disney classic.

Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?

2008-05-18T10:00:00.000-07:00

I sure don't! Not only do I not have my cell phone (which has been my watch for the past two years) I don't have a watch either! I rely on other people, mostly Jess, to let me know what time it is. But, does anybody really care? If so, I can't imagine why. Oh no, no . . .

Anyway, these are pictures of what is commonly known as Big Ben. The bell, who is actually Big Ben (gasp), was made by the same fellows who made the Liberty Bell, and weighs in at over 13 tonnes. There you go! Now you've read some random facts and random thoughts from Lyndi, reporting live from London.

In love . . . with Hyde Park

2008-05-16T09:01:00.000-07:00

It seems to be a common ailment among our company. You see, it's only about 50 steps away! Really! We walk out our front door, cross the street, and thar she blows! We walk through the gate and are immediately in Hyde Park. Jess and I (she's my most excellent roommate) spend time nearly every day in the park. When the sun is shining and the ground is dry, we spread our books, cameras, jackets, chocolates, journals, or whatever it is we bought along on the ground, "halfway in shadow and halfway in light." When the ground is wet . . . Jess goes to the park alone . . . not always, but so it is today . . . :)

Life in London

2008-05-13T14:50:00.000-07:00

London is crazy and we're always doing something. If we're not in class, we're doing homework, and if we're not doing homework we're looking at something crazy 'istorical, and if we're not looking at something crazy 'istorical it's something beautiful (sometimes both.) If that's not what we're doing, we're watching a play, a musical, an opera, a ballet, or something else . . . youtube sadly enough. :) AND if we're not doing any of the above, we're sleeping. (or in Hyde park, or both!) Or lamenting the lack of dateable young fellows . . . but we totally rocked the local single's ward dance. :D Oh this is fun . . .

Church in London

2008-05-13T08:45:00.000-07:00

Our first Sunday in London was quite the adventure. We got up early enough to get ready and leave 2 hours and 15 minutes before church was to start. It was a bank holiday in the UK, however, so we were very glad we got up with time to spare. I was concerned with traveling on public transportation and purchasing tickets on the Sabbath, etc. but everything turned out fine. I was really grateful for Jess, my lovely roommate, who shared in my annoyances, joys, and peace. We were able to participate in Sacrament Services and a beautiful Fast and Testimony meeting in the Stratford Ward of the London Hyde Park Stake. We went to a lovely Sunday School lesson, and were afterward given callings and assignments by Bishop Hallwood. I'm called to work in the Primary and to play the piano for the Relief Society sisters. I love the little children and I'm excited to get to be their friend. I think that Primary should be a place where children can feel the Spirit, be loved, accepted, and learn of their loving Heavenly Father. I hope to be able to help! Our second Sunday went much more smoothly. The grumbling in transit from the previous week dissipated, the train mix-ups and extensions were all taken care of, and we arrived in plenty of time. Next week, I think we'll sleep in! We were able to share our musical talents in singing a special musical number for Sacrament Meeting: If the Savior Stood Beside Me. It was lovely and they were grateful to have it. It will never cease to amaze me, however, that with a seven hour total trip on Sunday, I can come home and sleep for 3 hours without it making a dent. :)

Singing in the Rain

2008-05-12T10:58:00.000-07:00

So, for my first blog ever in my life, I want to tell you about this picture. Jess (my roommate), Meagan Ricks (another friend) and I got lost wandering around the streets of Kensington, London, in the first week of our arrival. It was a lovely rainy day: cool, but not cold, raining, but not pouring. Despite all three of us having absolutely terrible senses of direction, and no Oyster cards as yet, we managed to find ourselves after wandering into Kensington High Street! It was a thrilling experience, to say the very least. We celebrated our success by wandering into terribly expensive shops, finding something fabulous, and hosting a fashion show. We discovered that I look terribly good in short vests with white shirts . . . SO CUTE! But, that has nothing to do with this picture. This picture's significance is this: I felt like Gene Kelly . . . and wanted to share it with the world! Isn't that what Blogs are for?!