Letter from the past

It's strange how the past can hit you. Sometimes hard. Other times it's just a sweet memory one savors when reminded.

I was cleaning out some boxes and found a letter addressed to Anne and I.

Anne and Lisba,
I guess it's coming time for the "leaving-home-rebellion-stage" talk. I think I'm mostly out of the stage now. But when you leave, you find yourself wanting to try a lot of things you've always been told not to do, like going to a frat party... always and interesting experience, and as USU is a non-alcohol tolerant school, I don't want to know what would happen at other schools. I guess the thing most people most often (because it's not too risky) is staying out too late and not getting up for classes the next day. (you'll end up sluffing to sleep). A good thing to remember is that most professors don't particularly care if your there, because you already paid tuition. They get paid whether your there or not, show up or not. It truly is an interesting phenomenon to see new freshmen. At first they are so timid, then it's life they all dare each other to go out and do crazy things. (buy a tub of ice cream and start a war.) Those events don't take very long to clean up; a 1/2 hour at the most. One drink, one morality slip can take weeks, months and years to clean up. Also a warning that life comes pretty fast. Remember to take time out to go over the new events and to accept them, acclimatise to them, understand them.
You see so much and hear so much. Practice what you learned at a child, SELECTIVE HEARING. The hard part about this is to be careful that you're not TOO selective. Most people are out there to help you. Some are there to hurt you. Learn to rely on and obey the spirit. You'll still have heartache and pain, but it will be easier to bare, and will pass much more quickly if you do so. So listen, learn to read people and their actions (intentions) and you'll be able to avoid so much it will drive you nuts!! (oh wait you already are nuts, your a Genther!!) And if you need to talk you have all the family who's moved out to talk to. WE love you and want the best for you, don't hesitate to call or write. Laura Moore

Thanks Laura... It was a letter I don't remember reading... but the advice was good now all the same. I don't think I'll be visiting any frat houses though. Thanks for the warning. I love you and hope everyone that reads this letter can really enjoy who Laura is and how caring she is. Such a good little-big sister!! Thanks! LIS

If only you were there...

It was beautiful. Well, according to Dan, it wouldn't have been a wedding, "HIS WEDDING" without the rain. And so that's what it did. It rained on our wedding day... only for a short while. It warmed up, and everything went so smooth, that before I knew it, the day had ended.

I love being married. Dan treats me like an angel. Even on those days that when I'm down, he's there to make sure I get back up. Just the other day... Dan made spaghetti while I finished up an online test. I was feeling stressed so he wanted to jump in and help. I set the table after finishing my test, and clumsily knocked over a glass. It fell, smashed, splintered pieces all over the floor and table. Our plates had been served with spaghetti, and Dan's was near the crash sight. I cleaned up the mess... Hoping that none of it got into our food.

Dan bravely ate, hoping that his food was safe from glass shards too. A minute our two later, Dan had eaten half of his dish when we both heard a loud "CRUNCH". Oh no! I guess we can now say that Dan has had his fair share of glass for the year. Luckily we had more spaghetti to go around.. not that he felt like eating anymore.

HAND SCREAMin good times!

This one is a picture of Chad, Anne and I. I wondered if you guys wanted to hear a great story, that most of you remember as HAND SCREAM.

Remember, when we would all have sleepovers at the old Josephson apartments?
Chad came over one time, Kirsten told him Becca wouldn't be home from work for a few minutes and he could wait around if he wanted to.

Well, when becca pulled up, Chad had this crazy idea to hide. He wanted to surprise becca by jumping out of the linen closet. Well, his only problem was "How could he get becca to open the linen closet door?" easy fix. he asked me to ask becca for hand cream.

Before I could make sure of my assignment, he quickly hid himself in the closet right as becca walked in the apartment. I hurried over to her, and in my hurry, tripped over the words, "Becca, I really need some hand scream" she looked at me pretty weird, and said , "Do you mean HAND CREAM?" I nodded, hoping I didn't give myself away. She opened the closet, and Chad jumped out at her! I guess I didn't give much away, but everyone sure had a laugh about that one.