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This is Grandma Hofheins. She is the greatest woman I know, aside from my mother. I have had the opportunity to work for my grandma and therefore see her often. I admire so many things about this woman but there are two things that really stand out. She has an unwavering testimony and loves to share it often, which strengthens me; and she has built her life around service. My grandfather, who has now passed on was very ill the last years of my life; my grandma took care of him with unconditional love and support. Even though she is the ripe age of 87, and she is usually in a lot of pain, she teaches piano to many of the kids in her ward and the best part is that she teaches for no cost but their improvement. She always has a big smile on her face and she genuinely loves life. She is a magnificent example to me, and all those who come in contact with her. She is definitely one of my favorites, and I love her lots.</div>Johannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17130116998623311911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650606563755703010.post-31100419758418745352012-04-21T21:23:00.000-07:002018-11-13T10:31:55.987-08:00I'm alive.It is true. I am alive. I know I have said this so many times, but I am positive that I am the worst blogger the face of the earth. Anyway, this is what has been happening in my life since I last blogged:<br />
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<li>I am now working at Seagull Book so if you need a cheesy Mormon romance novel, look no further. </li>
<li>I went on a few trips with friends and it was such a fun time.</li>
<li>There is this boy...and...</li>
<li>I was asked to join an Art History podcast with some awesome awesome people. It's been great. I'll post a link to the blog.</li>
<li>I've been playing soccer again lately, and I love it. </li>
<li>I've been hiking lately, and it's been oh so great.</li>
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Link to the Arts and Facts blog: <a href="http://artsandfacts.blogspot.com/">http://artsandfacts.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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Yes I'm a big nerd. And yes I'm perfectly okay with it.Johannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17130116998623311911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650606563755703010.post-48731161161700685742011-12-10T00:56:00.000-08:002011-12-10T00:56:09.793-08:00Killer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">I love this, for obvious reasons. Mainly because it is just plain AWESOME.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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One) Good king Wenceslas-Relient K<br />
Two) Angels from the Realms of Glory-Sissel<br />
Three) Mistletoe-Justin Bieber (don't judge)<br />
Four) Merry Christmas Darling-Karen Carpenter<br />
Five) Silent Night-Micheal Buble (his voice melts me)<br />
Six) Christmas Time is Here Again- The Beatles<br />
Seven) Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas-Coldplay<br />
Eight) Fairy tale of New York- The Pogues<br />
Nine) The Christmas Song-Nat King Cole<br />
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<li>Go on facebook to make sure I didn't miss an upcoming event. See a funny video on my feed. Watch. Then watch 5 others.</li>
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Done with midterms. Finished. Kaput. See ya later. Oh, what a joyous day. Gotta love college.</div>
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FALL BREAK. yes. could not come at a better time.</div>
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So my lovely grandma is getting rather old, that's okay, it happens, and since she is aging, it has become harder for her to do things on her own. Now, you have to know my grandma, she is probably the most independent person I know. My grandpa passed away about 7 years ago? Maybe 8? I will have to check on that. Anyway, since he passed, she has been alone in her house, except for the tenants she has living in her downstairs apartment. So she is use to doing things on her own. When the doctor told her that she couldn't drive anymore, she was distraught, but, being the amazing person that she is, she has carried on. She is in pain constantly, and it breaks my heart. Recently her maid had to quit because of family issues, so she asked if I would be willing to come twice a month to clean her home. Of course I said yes. Cleaning her home will allow me to make a little cash, but more importantly, I will be able to spend time with my grandma, because we really don't know how much longer she has left. I just love her. She is the cutest thing you will ever see. She's about 4' 11", grey hair that she gets styled to perfection, always wearing her cute antique jewelry, oh, and did I mention that she is tiny? She is a wonderful woman, and I look forward to spending time with her, even if it's just twice a month. </div>
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That's all for today folks. I hope you all have a glorious fall break. Don't forget to thank your heavenly father for our beautiful surroundings, and for all that he has given you. </div>
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Johannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17130116998623311911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650606563755703010.post-29587016939935847912011-10-15T23:03:00.000-07:002011-10-15T23:03:16.736-07:00Hipsters<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Oh hipsters. I see them daily at school. </span><br />
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Guess who got 100% on her Art History test...........this girl.</div>
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When I saw that big 140/140 circled in red...I cried. Literal tears.</div>
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That test took 4 hours, and by the end of it, my hand was shaking uncontrollably. </div>
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<ul><li>reading <i>Fact as Fiction</i> for history.</li>
<li>eating</li>
<li>sleeping</li>
<li>more reading</li>
<li>playing with friends (if I get my reading done)</li>
<li>cleaning</li>
<li>drinking hot cocoa</li>
<li>studying for my sociology test</li>
<li>reading</li>
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Great, and good. Today was a grood day, and I will tell you why: </div>
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<li>I really enjoyed Art History.</li>
<li>I ate some delicious Costa.</li>
<li>I watched my girls pull a win and pave their way to state! (they deserve the exclamation point)</li>
<li>I got to see some grood friends whom I miss dearly.</li>
<li>My new Nephew was born today. He is adorable.</li>
<li>I wore my hair natural. It's always a grood day when I wear it curly.</li>
<li>I don't have any homework...yet.....</li>
<li>I am going to watch Jane Eyre. The new version. With this guy. (see below)</li>
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I woke up early today, excited over all I get to do before the clock strikes midnight.<br />
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Today I can complain because the weather is rainy...or I can be thankful that the grass is getting watered for free.<br />
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Today I can grumble about my health...or I can rejoice that I'm alive.<br />
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Today I can cry because roses have thorns...or I can celebrate that thorns have roses.<br />
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Today I can mourn my lack of friends...or I can excitedly embark upon a quest to discover mew friendships.<br />
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Today I can whine because I have to go to work...or I can shout for joy because I have a job to do.<br />
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Today I can complain because I have to go to school...or eagerly open my mind and fill it with rich new tidbits of knowledge.<br />
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Today stretches ahead of me, waiting to be shaped. And here I am, the sculptur who gets to do the shaping.<br />
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What today will be like is up to me. I get to choose what kind of day I will have!<br />
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<br />Johannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17130116998623311911noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650606563755703010.post-6855079590098436202011-09-29T00:05:00.000-07:002018-11-13T10:34:12.531-08:00My apologiesI think it's official. I am theee worst blogger to ever walk the earth. I post so irregularly, and I am deeply sorry. My life just really isn't that exciting right now. I'm a college student, still living at home, whose friends are all at different colleges. My day consists of going to school, coming home, doing homework, eating, and going to bed. Exciting right? False.<br />
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I like it when my mom pulls really cool clothes out of her closet that she wore in college. And they just happen to fit me. She had great style.<br />
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Yesterday I had my very first college test. Art History was the subject I was tested on. Don't worry, it only took me 4 hours to complete. Which is less than the average time of 5 hours. I was quite proud of myself, aaaand, I think I did rather well. Lets hope.<br />
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Have you ever met a person that is just so happy and outgoing, that they make you want to be happy and outgoing? Here is a little story for you: Last Monday I was having the worst day ever. I will spare you the details, but lets just say that it was not a good start to the week, and everything just seemed to be going wrong. As I was walking to the UVU library (I was at school), I came upon a door. Naturally I was going to open it, when I heard someone say, "I'll grab that" I look over and there is a guy running to get to the door before me. As he opens the door, I give him a smile and a "thank you" and proceed to walk. He walks with me. And talks. It's safe to say that he was one of the nicest guys I have ever met. He asked questions about me, and was genuinely interested in my answers. He made me smile and laugh, and just made things seem better. As the week went on, I found myself wanting to be like Mike (that was his name). Meaning I wanted to be able to brighten someones day. Instead of walking around campus with an expressionless face, I would smile. If I ever made eye contact with anyone, I would be sure to give a smile. If I ever had the opportunity to talk to someone, I would. All because of one person. So, I have a challenge for all of you. Don't be afraid to smile. No one is going to judge you for it, and if they do, well then it's their problem. Smile and be friendly, you never know who is having a hard time, and could use a little dose of your happiness.<br />
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Well it's late, and I have school tomorrow. More to come . I promise.Johannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17130116998623311911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650606563755703010.post-41898643280041167922011-09-02T23:56:00.000-07:002018-11-13T10:13:01.853-08:00WinterI LOVE the Winter. It's safe to say that it's my favorite season. I love wearing winter clothes. Particularly pea coats and sweaters. Also, when a guy can rock a pea coat, he is so much more attractive. I love the snow. It's so beautiful. I love going to temple square in the winter with a pipping cup of hot chocolate and gazing at the wonderful lights, and our glorious temple. I love Christmas. Everything about it. I like to wear thick tights under my dresses. Oh and boots, I cannot say enough about boots. I love wearing beanies and cut off gloves. I like seeing people biff it on the ice, and while laughing at them, slip on the ice myself. Good times. Plus, Justin Bieber is coming out with a Christmas album which makes the Winter that much better. Oh, I like fall too. But Winter, Winter is where it's at. See ya.<br />
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Johannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17130116998623311911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650606563755703010.post-37688472425179977802011-08-31T12:32:00.000-07:002018-11-13T10:12:11.423-08:00HehI really enjoy facial hair on men. I would say that 1 out of every 20 males here at UVHigh have some sort of facial hair. Mmmm....also, the M button is starting to annoy me on this computer because I have to press real hard for it to work. Anyway. More to come later. This was just a preview of my day. Seeeeeeee ya.Johannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17130116998623311911noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650606563755703010.post-38291360955738603912011-08-30T21:46:00.000-07:002018-11-13T10:11:58.066-08:00University. Maaaaan.Hi. So listen. I realize that I have neglected this blog. A lot. So I would like to apologize to whoever reads it (if there is anyone). I can honestly say that unlike some people, blogging is not among one of my top priorities, but, I do quite enjoy it nonetheless. Well. Glad I got that off my chest.<br />
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Now, on to some exciting things. I STARTED COLLEGE! So crazy. Here is a bullet list (you know how I love them) of all the things I have learned about College so far:<br />
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<li>It is NOTHING like high school. In the best ways possible.</li>
<li>Everyone is so nice. I hardly ever have to open any doors for myself.</li>
<li>The male population is large. <strike>And I like it.</strike> And I love it.</li>
<li>It is going to be difficult.</li>
<li>The library is my best friend.</li>
<li>It's rather large, so I get good exercise whilst walking to my classes.</li>
<li>I'm never hungry and, I don't know why.....</li>
<li>Most of my professors are liberal. </li>
<li>Some scientists believe that Chimpanzee's are more closely related to humans than they are to Apes. Fascinating.</li>
<li>Books are expensive, and worthless.</li>
<li>You can tell that it's a freshman, by the way it is. .</li>
<li>You are invisible. Which is both a good thing, and a bad thing.</li>
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<div style="text-align: center;">This. This is the only reason that I watch Expedition Impossible. </div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh sweet mercy. I think I'm in love.</div>Johannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17130116998623311911noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650606563755703010.post-44913195897362973072011-06-19T23:05:00.000-07:002018-11-13T10:11:02.155-08:00BusyI wish I could tell you that I have been endlessly busy, and just haven't had the time to post.<br />
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I have been busy in a sense, I've just been doing lots and lots of fun things. This past week was Strawberry Days. Words cannot express how much I utterly love Strawberry Days. First off, it's right around the time of my birth, which makes for some good birthday fun, and second, who doesn't love the Strawberry Days rodeo? Also, City of fun/scum carnival can be pretty fun, although I am constantly worried about getting kidnapped while I attend, but hey, it's all part of the fun right?<br />
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Funny story about creeps trying to kidnap people: Me and Clari were driving home in the wee hours of the night after seeing Green Lantern-which by the way is uber cheesey-I finally arrived at her home and started to pullover when she spotted a creepy man lying on her sidewalk. So she screamed at me to keep driving and not pull over. I did just that. In the rear view mirror we saw him stand up and attempt to walk. Clari, being super afraid and almost in tears called Ammon who just so happened to be driving home himself, plus he was about 10 seconds away from her house. He came over and scared the guy off. Talk about lucky. And that's alll I have to say about that. (movie reference)<br />
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I went to a delightful restaurant called<u> Roll Up Crepes</u> with my awesome brother. It is divine. Please please please go there. I really want them to stay in business and it is seriously absolutely delicious. The menu consists of crepes. Dessert and Savory ones at that. Plus, there is a large tree in the middle of the building. So great. It's right off State St. in Provo, right past the University Mall. There is a huge Owl in the front. You can't miss it. Just go, I promise you will not be disappointed. .<br />
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I saw <i>17 Miracles</i> and bawled like a baby through the whole thing. It was beautiful.<br />
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Well, I will probably post some pictures of my adventures this past week sometime soon, but. for now, words will just have to work.<br />
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That's all for now.Johannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17130116998623311911noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650606563755703010.post-62051188498258570412011-06-09T23:12:00.000-07:002018-11-13T10:07:38.184-08:00The futureFor lack of a better post, I have decided to write about what I want most in a guy. I have been thinking about love a lot lately, mostly because I recently joined a Singles ward. Fun stuff. There are so many characteristics that I would love my future husband to have, I will name just a few: (sorry, here comes another bullet list...)<br />
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<li>Returned missionary, with an unwavering testimony. That is of the utmost importance. </li>
<li>I want him to love me, for who I am, and not want me to change one thing about myself.</li>
<li>He should be kind to his family, especially his mother. You can tell a lot about a guy by the way he treats his mother.</li>
<li>If he is fond of Nature and hiking, that would be oh so great.</li>
<li> Please bless he is neat and organized, to compensate for my forgetfulness.</li>
<li>If he cooks, that's a huge plus.</li>
<li>Hilarious, he NEEDS to be able to make me laugh.</li>
<li>Lets hope he is smart. I like smart people, I also like "fix it" men. They seem to get a lot done.</li>
<li>It would be cool if he was good at taking pictures.</li>
<li>If he likes the names: William, Jack, Claire, Lily, and River, then we are set.</li>
<li>I want to be able to sing with him. Even if we both sound horrible.</li>
<li> He should have his own interests. That would be pretty neat.</li>
<li>Kind and generous. Those are great qualities.</li>
<li>Looks. It's not extremely important, but lets hope he can rock some plaid. </li>
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Where am I going to find this man? I wish I had an answer. I know someone is out there just for me. Whether or not he fits this criteria is unknown, but we will find each other some day, of that I am sure.<br />
Anyway, just thought I'd share. <br />
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<br />Johannahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17130116998623311911noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1650606563755703010.post-24850972188328369162011-06-09T00:00:00.000-07:002018-11-13T10:03:43.847-08:00ThingsThis is what my day consisted of:<br />
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<li>sleep</li>
<li>more sleep</li>
<li>laying out on the trampoline</li>
<li>cleaning</li>
<li>showering</li>
<li>roasting marshmallows at Anderson Park</li>
<li>Playing 'Things' and 'Battle of the Sexes' at Cole's</li>
<li> Going to Lindon Park, and getting kicked out by the Cops</li>
<li>Eating two delicious Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers. mmm....</li>
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