Good afternoon darlings! I hope you are all doing just FANTASTICALLY (I think that's a word) and I certainly hope you aren't sick. Like me. And my whole apartment. As I was talking about in yesterday's post, I've been afflicted with this unknown illness for quite some time now (have no fear, I am going to the doctor tomorrow!) and have spent several consecutive days in bed. While I will admit that at times I really do want nothing more than to be asleep in bed, this can get a little bit... exhausting. As ironic as that is. If you're anything like me- orrr if you're just a human being who has ever been sick, you should be able to relate.
This brings me to the topic of something besides myself: My roommates. Guys, I have been through some roommates. And all of them have been absolutely wonderful (for the most part) but I think it is safe to claim that my roommates here and now are the best I could ever ask for. Really.
They are angels. And I count myself feeling extremely lucky to have them in my life. One of the first things my Bishop ever said to me when I first moved into this ward was in reference to my roommates: "You must have done something right in the preexistence to have gotten those girls as roommates. They will protect you like a pack of wolves."
At the time, this didn't make a whole lot of sense to me, I mean they WERE amazing and I did feel extremely blessed to have them in my life but none of them resembled wolves in any sense of the word. The first person I think of as a protective sister is my best friend back home, Emily. Whom I love and miss dearly and if you are reading this YOU'D BETTER CALL ME! But after living with Jessica, Mariah, and Staci for just over a month those words have sunk into a very vivid and real meaning. These girls are amazing.Not only are they spiritually and emotionally uplifting, they are everything I would hope a sister would be.
I used to wish that I had a sister, but since hormones entered my life I have counted myself considerably lucky to have been the only girl. I love my brothers to death and I have five amazing sisters-in-law PLUS the best Mother anyone could ever ask for but there is something about living with these girls that just makes me feel whole in a way that I never did before.
I have always been partial to the company of males. They are less dramatic (usually) and have a calming effect (hopefully) that I find myself greatly in need of. But these girls come in a close second. From serenading strangers in the parking lot, to sharing clothes, to having roommate scriptures and prayers, these girls could not have come into my life at a better time. They are wonderful examples to me and not only do they put up with my craziness... they join in!
My point of this post is not only to thank my roommates, but to thank every girl in my life who has ever made me feel like I had a sister. As much as I don't like to admit it, sometimes I just need the company of understanding females. And the ones that have been put in my life for the last 20 years are the cream of the crop. My best friend and I had a joke that God made us best friends because no Mother could have handled us as sisters. Well, I feel that way about just about every wonderful female friend I have ever had. So thank you so much! And have a wonderful day!!!
p.s. Don't worry boys, your post is coming soon enough. ;)
Thursday, October 24, 2013
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Shocking Realizations
Hello again! So this is something that has been weighing on my mind and I haven't wanted to post anything on facebook for fear that it will come off as an invitation (you'll understand what I mean in just a second.)
But let me tell you about an experience I had yesterday.
And the shocking realization that hit me in the midst of it.
Soooo... I've been sick for about the last week. I had some cold/flu from heck and had been confined to my bed for several days. Yesterday I woke up around 4pm (I was pretty darn sick..) with this undeniable craving for See's Candy. Now, when I say it was an undeniable craving I mean there is NO WAY for me to turn it off or turn it down. So I rolled out of bed in all of my oversized volleyball shirt, highwater leggings, and greasy haired glory and headed to University Mall.
Let me tell you a little bit about University Mall. Not only is it the only location of a See's Candy that I know of in all of Utah, it is THE ultimate couples getaway. And yesterday must have been "Bring a date, get EVERTHING for free" day because that place was swarming with googly eyed, hand holding, ring shopping zombies.
And it also must have been " If you're a SUPER ATTRACTIVE SINGLE MALE, COME TO THE MALL" day. Need I say more?
So here I am.
The literal definition of raggamuffin (really, if you looked it up on google you would probably find a picture of me yesterday. But don't do it. Google is sketch.) Walking toward See's Candy with a purpose, still mostly asleep, and completely unaware of how awful I looked. I made it to See's, bought WAY too much chocolate and headed back toward my car on the other end of the mall. (That mall is worse than a corn maze. That's probably why so many couples go there! Corn mazes are expensive..) I digress. So I was walking back out toward my car, stuffing my face with chocolate, in my brothers extra large volleyball shirt, SURROUNDED by couples and as I stopped to admire the engagement rings in the windows, I came to the shockingly vivid and abrupt realization of how very extremely single I am.
I am single. I haven't had a boyfriend for over TWO YEARS. And no, I haven't been on a mission. And here I was, looking at engagement rings. I also in this moment came to the realization of what I must look like to all of those couples and attractive single men, and people who worked in the jewelry stores that I was dirtying up with my mere snotty presence. And I didn't like it.
I'm happy! I really am. And it's not that I haven't had opportunities to be in relationships or even to be married... it just hasn't ever been the right one or the right time. And honestly, that's okay! It can just get a little bit lonely sometimes. BUT, for the sake of maintaining some hint of positivity, allow me to say this: I will take waiting over settling any day of the week. And I have full faith that I will find my Prince someday! So... on the off chance that someone in a similar position to me is reading this, KEEP YOUR CHIN UP, BUTTERCUP! Love will find us someday!!! And if it means anything at all... I think you're lovely. Until next time!
XOXO,
Anna Marie
But let me tell you about an experience I had yesterday.
And the shocking realization that hit me in the midst of it.
Soooo... I've been sick for about the last week. I had some cold/flu from heck and had been confined to my bed for several days. Yesterday I woke up around 4pm (I was pretty darn sick..) with this undeniable craving for See's Candy. Now, when I say it was an undeniable craving I mean there is NO WAY for me to turn it off or turn it down. So I rolled out of bed in all of my oversized volleyball shirt, highwater leggings, and greasy haired glory and headed to University Mall.
Let me tell you a little bit about University Mall. Not only is it the only location of a See's Candy that I know of in all of Utah, it is THE ultimate couples getaway. And yesterday must have been "Bring a date, get EVERTHING for free" day because that place was swarming with googly eyed, hand holding, ring shopping zombies.
And it also must have been " If you're a SUPER ATTRACTIVE SINGLE MALE, COME TO THE MALL" day. Need I say more?
So here I am.
The literal definition of raggamuffin (really, if you looked it up on google you would probably find a picture of me yesterday. But don't do it. Google is sketch.) Walking toward See's Candy with a purpose, still mostly asleep, and completely unaware of how awful I looked. I made it to See's, bought WAY too much chocolate and headed back toward my car on the other end of the mall. (That mall is worse than a corn maze. That's probably why so many couples go there! Corn mazes are expensive..) I digress. So I was walking back out toward my car, stuffing my face with chocolate, in my brothers extra large volleyball shirt, SURROUNDED by couples and as I stopped to admire the engagement rings in the windows, I came to the shockingly vivid and abrupt realization of how very extremely single I am.
I am single. I haven't had a boyfriend for over TWO YEARS. And no, I haven't been on a mission. And here I was, looking at engagement rings. I also in this moment came to the realization of what I must look like to all of those couples and attractive single men, and people who worked in the jewelry stores that I was dirtying up with my mere snotty presence. And I didn't like it.
I'm happy! I really am. And it's not that I haven't had opportunities to be in relationships or even to be married... it just hasn't ever been the right one or the right time. And honestly, that's okay! It can just get a little bit lonely sometimes. BUT, for the sake of maintaining some hint of positivity, allow me to say this: I will take waiting over settling any day of the week. And I have full faith that I will find my Prince someday! So... on the off chance that someone in a similar position to me is reading this, KEEP YOUR CHIN UP, BUTTERCUP! Love will find us someday!!! And if it means anything at all... I think you're lovely. Until next time!
XOXO,
Anna Marie
Tuesday, October 22, 2013
The Pursuit of Life, Love, and Chocolate
Hello! If you are reading this I am going to assume you are either related to me or stalking me (or both) but I will welcome you either way! My name is Anna Marie Petrich and I am a 20 something year old girl from a small town in Central California. I'm the youngest of seven children AND the only girl. I owe just about everything I am to my family. From my wonderful extended family all the way down to my 15 (and counting) perfect nieces and nephews, my family is my life. I live for them and for My Savior, Jesus Christ. I am a member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints (LDS, Mormon, whatever you fancy) and will occasionally write about my faith. But THIS, this is the simple version of how I ended up right here, right now.
When I was growing up, I had this dream... My dream was to become a Costco sample lady. I used to wake up every morning and watch Martha Stewart. My mom made me aprons and I was always creating concoctions for my brothers to "sample." Then, one day, I decided I wanted to be a cosmetologist instead. I'm not 100% sure what exactly caused this switch but just like that my mind was made up and NOBODY was going to change it.
I was always pretty popular. I had friends- a lot of them- and was always very involved in everything from Student Body programs to every extracurricular activity I could fit into my schedule. I was the lead of several plays, the Student Body President, and participated in everything from church leadership programs, to choir, to attempting to play every sport known to man (and failing miserably). I was in high demand for babysitting. Kids loved me, parents loved me, I loved me, and I loved life.
Until High School.
For some reason, the summer between eighth grade and my freshman year, (in which I receieved braces and a pixie cut)- all of my friends decided to turn stupid. High school was a whirlwind of drama- loosing friends, trying to gain new ones, and striving to maintain some sort of grasp on reality. Amidst all of this my health began to fail. Physically, emotionally, and mentally. And with that, I began to fail. I ended up transfering to a charter school where I was able to do all of my academic work at home and had the option to take extra classes on campus. Drama of course followed me, but so did wonderful friends, opportinities, jobs, and eventually through the help of modern medicine, good health.
A week before I was supposed to walk for my High School Graduation, I packed up my life and moved to Provo, Utah in pursuit of my goal to become a cosmetologist.
I sort of had a plan.... Go to school, get married, make babies. You know, the usual. But as fate would have it, life had a different plan for me.
I ended up getting really sick and dropping out of cosmetology school. I moved back home and went from job to job, never feeling 100% stable in anything. And ten one blessed day I finally! After over a year of heartfelt prayers, received the undeniable answer that I was supposed to move back to Provo and finish what I started. I will admit that I was slightly hesitant at first but then literally everything fell into place and here I am! This.... is my story.
When I was growing up, I had this dream... My dream was to become a Costco sample lady. I used to wake up every morning and watch Martha Stewart. My mom made me aprons and I was always creating concoctions for my brothers to "sample." Then, one day, I decided I wanted to be a cosmetologist instead. I'm not 100% sure what exactly caused this switch but just like that my mind was made up and NOBODY was going to change it.
I was always pretty popular. I had friends- a lot of them- and was always very involved in everything from Student Body programs to every extracurricular activity I could fit into my schedule. I was the lead of several plays, the Student Body President, and participated in everything from church leadership programs, to choir, to attempting to play every sport known to man (and failing miserably). I was in high demand for babysitting. Kids loved me, parents loved me, I loved me, and I loved life.
Until High School.
For some reason, the summer between eighth grade and my freshman year, (in which I receieved braces and a pixie cut)- all of my friends decided to turn stupid. High school was a whirlwind of drama- loosing friends, trying to gain new ones, and striving to maintain some sort of grasp on reality. Amidst all of this my health began to fail. Physically, emotionally, and mentally. And with that, I began to fail. I ended up transfering to a charter school where I was able to do all of my academic work at home and had the option to take extra classes on campus. Drama of course followed me, but so did wonderful friends, opportinities, jobs, and eventually through the help of modern medicine, good health.
A week before I was supposed to walk for my High School Graduation, I packed up my life and moved to Provo, Utah in pursuit of my goal to become a cosmetologist.
I sort of had a plan.... Go to school, get married, make babies. You know, the usual. But as fate would have it, life had a different plan for me.
I ended up getting really sick and dropping out of cosmetology school. I moved back home and went from job to job, never feeling 100% stable in anything. And ten one blessed day I finally! After over a year of heartfelt prayers, received the undeniable answer that I was supposed to move back to Provo and finish what I started. I will admit that I was slightly hesitant at first but then literally everything fell into place and here I am! This.... is my story.
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