During the past two days I have been quite productive, considering I had been laying in my bed for 60+ hours. I have made an excel spreadsheet graduation map comparing my two majors (semester by semester), watched two TV shows (thanks Jenna), organized my iCal for the next four months, downed a six-pack of Sprite Zero and Saltine Crackers, organized my iTunes library, and may have spent the remainder of time day dreaming about finding the perfect man, and how he would be a combination of Mr. Knightly, Mr. Thornton, and President Monson, (but my age- of course). Yes, I will admit, as my family claims, that being sick can make me slightly dramatic or engage in a tad bit too much hyperbole. But in the long run who am I to blame? It comes from the perfect mix of my exaggerative father and my dramatic mother. They have strong genes- or tight pants- as Melissa puts it.
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| Elder Crandall- homie and life saver! |
1. Jemima is my future daughters name. It's a family name. I most definitely have to keep it in the line.
2. I am Norwegian. Say What? Yes, Grandma is more Norwegian than she thinks! Or she knows and so does the rest of my family but just failed to inform me, which is more likely the case.
3. The Wixom family line definitely understood the whole Polygamy concept. Good ol' Solomon Wixom (not Solomon Avery, although he did follow the trend quite thoroughly) had 9 wives and 22 kids. Ummmm. Yes. We come from the first wife, Sarah, so we are all the much more superior, for we are the true Wixoms. hahah, just kidding. But, no, really- we are.
HOWEVER- he was only recorded in the 1880 census and was not with Sarah at that time, so our family line isn't recorded. Wife no. 2- Hannah Montgomery was. Not cool. I guess it isn't a grudge I need to hold. I wonder how Sarah felt about this. Family drama: Wixom style, that is always exciting in my house. (recap to Collette's wedding eve anyone?)
4. I spent a great deal wondering why the name of Thankful & Experience Sprague never got passed down to our family line. I think whomever has a child next gets to pick from those two names. I even thank they are unisex names. :)
After I finished up I decided to go do some shopping. I was just minding my business on the tube when the blasted emergency man got on the microphone and said there was a fire or something lame like that at the station I was supposed to get off at. I am officially convinced that the tube does not like me. I have the worst luck. Tube Strikes, closures, bomb threats, fires. But at least I am having tube issues in LONDON!
It's such an amazing experience living in London. Every morning I wake up and think, oh my stars. I AM WAKING UP IN LONDON! I am sad for the day when I wake up and all the sudden I can't say that anymore. I love and adore this wonderful place. The little kids that love standing in que's, the cars on the left side of the road, hearing the people speak, going to museums for homework, the politeness of people, little old english ladies asking you to help them across the street, the diversity at church, never seeing the same person twice, the beautiful green rolling hills, hiking up stairs to wherever I go, running past castles and palaces on my daily run, the absolute beauty in all the architecture. I just love everything about this place, it is purely magical. I can never think myself worthy of being able to have this experience. :)
"When you are tired of London, you are tired of life: for in London there is enough to fill a mans life." -Samuel Johnson
