tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-55766173475545291992024-03-04T23:55:45.627-07:00Star's Corner of the SkyStarleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-73981430251606524552013-06-05T18:00:00.000-07:002013-06-05T18:00:00.134-07:00New Blog
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If you’re thinking it’s been a while since I updated my
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Starleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-2942963389510279002013-01-09T09:01:00.002-07:002013-01-09T09:01:27.914-07:00This morning...
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Starleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-70515902913539113572012-10-31T18:30:00.000-07:002012-10-31T18:30:01.559-07:00BFFsI am so blessed to have such amazing friends. Case and point {from our g chat conversation}:<br />
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P.P.S. I promise to return to my blog when my life returns to 'normal'. Starleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-59635487614330588802012-10-07T18:52:00.001-07:002012-10-18T21:05:36.060-07:00The Engagement StoryThough we had spoken about marriage, gone ring shopping and I knew the engagement was coming, sweet Chance really wanted the engagement to be a surprise. And Surprise it was!<br />
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A month in advance Chance had planted the idea in my head that Make – A – Wish was having a special open house for family and friends towards the end of the month and asked me if I was interested… and of course I was!<br />
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A night or two before he proposed Chance told me he thought he would have the ring by the next week, and I would only have to keep our little secret a week longer, little did I know the ring was on its way. Just to throw me off the path a little more, the day of the proposal Chance texted me to ask if I really wanted to go tour Make - A - Wish like we had planned. He had a meeting there that night and said I could meet him if I wanted, but if I wasn’t in the mood then he would just come meet me after his meeting. He seemed so nonchalant about it all, that I would never have guessed that was the night. :)<br />
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When I got there we wandered around and looked at the main floor and the grounds. It was so fun! We talked to one of the gals he works with granting wishes and she asked if it was my first time there and said she wanted to take our picture. I love pictures so I was game. When Chance put his hand around me it was FREEZING! This is a big deal because I have never known Chance to be cold the whole time we've dated. This should have been a clue that something was up!<br />
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When we went upstairs I saw a room that was changing colors - literally. It had a wood door, but there is a little window you can sort of see through and I could see the room lighting up and changing. I asked Chance what was in that room and asked to go in. He said it was the wishing room and he would show me how they do it with the kids.<br />
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<span style="text-align: center;">So he took me to a table and gave me a key to the door, and a medal canister that the children get to put their wish in. We then went in the room and he walked me through the process they do with the kids. The floor lights up and you walk around a waterfall and then the lights lead you to the spot where you put your wish. After I put the wish in I asked what happened to it from that point forward. He said that the wish granters would come back and get the wish, but that I could open it and see where the kids put the wish. So I opened it up (actually I tried, but I couldn't do it so he had to loosen it for me and then I opened it). When I took the lid off I could see a paper inside and I then knew what was happening!
It was a Make-A-W</span>ish paper that said it was a wish from Chance for Starlee and that his wish for me was for me to be his wife… I read it and looked up and he was getting down on his knee and then he asked me to marry him.<br />
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As I mentioned before – I said YES! :)<br />
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When we went back outside he had arranged for my mom to come pick up my car so we could drive up to Ruths Diner for dinner - that was our 1st real date together. :) He also had beautiful flowers for me - daisies, my favorite, and a stack of letters. One for each week until our wedding. They are love notes with a clue as to where our honeymoon destination is. So so thoughtful!<br />
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It was the perfect night, and as usually happens at Make – A – Wish, my dream came true!
Starleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-81915067640143800842012-09-21T23:02:00.000-07:002012-09-21T23:02:40.189-07:00I said YES! <div style="text-align: center;">
Don't you worry, the story is on it's way! But for now just know that I am one happy lady to be engaged to this phenomenal man! </div>
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Starleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-72721649931071922132012-09-04T18:08:00.000-07:002012-09-04T18:08:38.246-07:00The ClubThose of you who are redheads know what i'm taking about - The Redhead Club. Those of you who are not redheads {or fake redheads} may not believe me, but i'm hear to tell you there is a special club among this little group that I LOVE being a part of.<br />
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This morning as I got in the elevator at the parking garage, I happened to look over at the middle-aged woman in the elevator with me. She was a redhead, who was obviously dyeing her hair and had some roots growing in, but I could tell that she was a true redhead. (Redheads can usually tell if you're just trying to fake membership in the club.) She was wearing a lovely lilac colored shirt and black pants...I just happened to be wearing a lilac shirt and a black skirt. We immediately started chatting like old friends. People getting in the elevator after us must have thought we knew each other by the way we were talking and laughing. <br />
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Just like that, a bond between two strangers... it's kind of like finding out you were in the same sorority in college, or maybe it's like noticing you're from the same small town, or maybe it's not like that at all. What I do know is that there is usually a special bond between redheads. The outside world may not always see it, but the redheads feel it, and it's a wonderful group to be a part of.Starleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-34909279845449285112012-08-27T18:30:00.000-07:002012-08-28T13:13:16.704-07:00No time for blogging...Last week I didn't have any time for blogging because I was busy spending every extra minute with this guy:<br />
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Oh goodness he's fun. I smile more, laugh harder, sleep less, and enjoy life more when this guy is around. After 25 years of practice Sky knows how to push my buttons! He teases me like crazy in a way that only a little brother could get away with.<br />
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He also spends hours at night just talking with me about any random subject we come upon. And when i've finally gotten to the 'mumble stage' when my sentences are no longer coherent we finally slip off to sleep.<br />
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Now he's off to live his dreams in the shiny state of California, and the Holman house is considerably quieter.Starleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-41558469077668089832012-08-12T08:40:00.000-07:002012-08-12T08:40:18.368-07:00WiCkEd<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Oh, I am SUCH a lucky girl! </div>
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My man certainly knows how to spoil me, I can't believe I got to see Wicked from the BEST seats in the house. </div>
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I was so excited to see this show, and it was even better than I remembered it - probably because I got to sit next to this good looking guy! </div>
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As of Monday I am no longer 'the intern'. I will be employed at
Zions Bank, a fact that I couldn’t be happier about! <o:p></o:p></div>
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The job combines my background in communications, a little
PR, some production and acting/broadcast journalism, and cause marketing which
means working with nonprofits in my favorite way possible – finding ways to
give people money! <o:p></o:p></div>
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Could there be a better fit for me? I argue, there could
not! <o:p></o:p></div>Starleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-37246881214351233232012-08-05T21:08:00.002-07:002012-08-05T21:08:05.879-07:00I miss these boys!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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brothers even when they’re far away. :) <o:p></o:p></div>Starleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-48266317354683153332012-07-28T16:42:00.000-07:002012-09-05T12:37:29.673-07:00Summer AdventuresIt's been a little while since I updated the blog...Not because of a shortage of adventures, but in fact just the opposite.<br />
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I would like to start with a little adventure called craw fishing... Yes, I did that. Let me just walk you through this adventure, it begins at some lake up behind Heber where we get out in the pouring rain, tie raw chicken legs to a piece of string, walk out onto the doc where we then toss the chicken in and wait for about 30 seconds. You then pull the chicken leg up just above the water and collect the craw fish off the chicken with a net, then dump them in a bucket (if you miss the bucket you have to pick the little buggers up behind the pincher's and toss them in with the others). Repeat... a lot!<br />
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I know many of you are in a bit of disbelief right now. I unfortunately don't have any pictures of this, and if you don't believe me I understand. Chance will vouch for me though. I was very brave throughout the whole process. I even {drum roll please} ate the little shrimp-like things. I will admit that I could not de-shell (or whatever you call ripping the body apart to get to the meat) the little guys, but I ate quite a few of them after Chance prepared them for me. <br />
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To round out the adventure I slept in a tent in the woods - 'real camping' as Chance refers to it. All in all it was a great time. I hear this is an annual event. I'll be sure to get pictures next time so you can all re-live this particular adventure with me... or you can just come, there was plenty of craw fish for everyone! :)<br />
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Somewhat less dramatic but just as fun was our recent trip to the Rodeo. Ahhh the fond memories of the Days of '47 Rodeo. Even though it's in a different arena, it's just as fun, and the cowboys are just as cute (for my friends to look at of course)! ;)<br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"> Next was my recent introduction to soccer. Now, i'm pretty sure i've been to a few soccer games in my life. Obviously there have been a few amateur games with my brothers and maybe a professional game, though I don't remember ever really getting that into it. </span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;">Sitting next to an old pro was so much fun! I got a play-by-play description of what was going on, why it happened, what rule was important to the play and what to look for. It reminded me of my introductory days to football, however I can see myself enjoying soccer way more than football. </span><br />
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Another reason i've decided Real Soccer might be THE team for Chance and I to cheer for is their obvious determination to join Utes and Cougars alike in their team color choice. ;)<br />
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Other than that, I work... a whole new adventure that i'm loving! Couldn't be happier.<br />
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PS - This wasn't my adventure, but my dad was in Argentina to work on the temple, and just guess who he ran into/tracked down.<br />
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Loven' me some Elder Holman time vicariously through my daddy dearest.<br />
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A few weeks ago my lovely family went on a little adventure known as Lake Powell. On this trip there was much boating, burning, and bonding. </div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me {being flag girl as usual}, Brock {trying to stand up on the knee board because chance said he'd give him $20 if he could do it}, Chance {asking why my family takes so many pictures}, and Coleson{being the adorable boy he is and waiting ever so patiently for his turn}. </td></tr>
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Now, my birthday was actually on the Monday before Lake Powell, but in true Holman fashion we celebrated the Sunday after. <br />
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{I would like to mention that I actually celebrated my birthday on the day of my supposed birth with my very thoughtful boyfriend. Among all the things he did for me that day, he made it possible for me to see one of my best friends one last time before she starts her job in Chile. What a thoughtful man I have, and what a wonderful way to start out my 25th year! :)}</div>Starleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-38959302371937338192012-07-08T15:32:00.001-07:002012-07-08T16:01:45.436-07:00Change your perspective<br />
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“It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest most uninteresting person you talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and a corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree helping each other to one or the other of these destinations. <span style="font-size: large;"><b>It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and the circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all of our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics.</b> <b>There are no ordinary people.</b> </span>You have never talked to a <i>mere mortal</i>. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations - These are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit - immortal horrors or everlasting splendors.” </div>
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<span class="s1">― <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1069006.C_S_Lewis"><span class="s2">C.S. Lewis</span></a>, <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/work/quotes/1629232"><span class="s2"><i>Weight of Glory</i></span></a></span></div>Starleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-91369801407095785162012-06-24T16:40:00.001-07:002012-06-24T16:41:14.999-07:00Manti and GNOThis weekend was rather eventful with lots and lots of pictures, so I thought I beter do a quick update. <br />
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On Friday night I went to the Mormon Miracle Pageant in Manti with Chance. I love going to the pageant. Even though there are some sort of cheesy parts, I still get excited to go. Chance was a good sport to go sit on a cold hard chair for 3 hours just so I could watch the show.... he was less of a good sport about having his picture taken, and therefore there are no visuals for this part of my weekend.</div>
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Every other month, a few of my sorority sisters get together for a dinner group which usually results in us sitting around and talking long into the night and wondering why we don't meet every month because we obviously need to see each other more often! </div>
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Last night it was Jessicas turn to host, and as she is living at Brighton Girls Camp for the summer {her and Doug are the maintenance couple} we had the lovely privilege to have our GNO at Camp. </div>
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Mary, Rachel and I decided to head up early for a little hiking...</div>
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We had no idea where we were going, so we made up a trail and went exploring. Though Rachel was a little nervous about bears, we were extremely loud (as Upsilon girls often are) and I don't think any creatures wanted to get in our way.<br />
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After hiking we then got to play on the zip-line. So Much Fun! {Thanks Pixel and Paisley for being such awesome camp staff!}<br />
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Thanks for the lovely evening in the woods ladys (and Doug) it was so much fun! Can't wait for our next dinner! :) </div>Starleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-9693379549728749912012-05-31T07:53:00.000-07:002012-05-31T07:53:25.242-07:00Cry baby<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I finally read The Hunger Games, and by read I mean devoured. </div>
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It took me a little while to get into the first one because I had to try to recreate characters in my head after already seeing the movie, but once I got the characters just perfect I couldn't be stopped. I read the second and third book in the space of 5 days. </div>
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I'm actually really embarrassed by this because I kind of <i>hate</i> to cry. Mostly I hate to cry in public, which means that I cry more when I read a book than when I go to a movie.</div>
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I tend to get really attached to my characters. I feel like I know everything about them because I've put so much of me into them!</div>
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I thought this was normal, but after being caught crying over a few different books (Harry Potter, Hunger Games, The Help...) and having those individuals think i'm totally crazy ~ I'm starting to wonder.</div>
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Regardless of how normal / crazy this is, I think i'll continue to put my heart and soul into my characters so that I can feel what they feel... and read in private where I can cry freely. ;)</div>
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Right now i'm reading an old favorite, Pride and Prejudice, while I decide what new adventure to go on next. Any suggestions? </div>
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<br /></div>Starleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-53135927137832920522012-05-14T01:40:00.000-07:002012-05-15T13:51:11.368-07:00A quick update on lifeLets be honest - being out of school has been simply delightful, but i'm ready for a little structure! I have loved having time to spend with Sky before he takes off to Cali and working on projects around the house with my mom is one of my very favorite things ever, but it is now time to start a new chapter of life. A big- girl stage. Also know as full-time employment. <i>oh boy!</i><br />
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Before that little adventure I thought I would catch you up on all the things that have kept me busy while waiting for my background check to clear. {I know - you were all a little worried I wouldn't pass. ;)} And even further back when I was just too swamped to do things like blog about the highlights of my life. </div>
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First a shout-out way back to the end of March at the Administrator of the Year Dinner. To be totally honest I don't remember much about any of the speakers - just a lovely evening with some of my dearest Provo friends. </div>
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I already miss so many of them, but it's fun to hear all the cool things they are accomplishing and the adventures life is taking us on!<br />
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Also end of March - I had the lovely opportunity to go visit the cutest Aggie I know! Thanks Girls for letting me crash your party.</div>
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Jess even let me do homework in the car so that I could fit it all in - I'm not that fun of a road-trip buddy, but Jess is a great friend to let me come anyway. </div>
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Mary took me to the place my school adventures really began - 24 years ago I was an Aggie! I accompanied my dear daddy to all of his classes his senior year. Don't worry, he graduated in spite of all of my help. It was fun to return to a place that I know I spent a lot of time...even if I don't remember it. ;) </div>
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Moving right along... here is a pic from the MPA closing social. These are my carpool girls, and I was really missing them the other day when I was driving to Provo all on my own. I wouldn't have made it without them!</div>
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Let's see, what else have I been up to in my little break...<br />
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We've celebrated birthdays<br />
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Had some fun at the park</div>
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Bowling at the U - turns out my boyfriend is a professional bowler. He says I bowl like a pageant girl...I don't think that's a compliment.<br />
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A fun IC reunion<br />
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Lots of fun cleaning / organizing projects (cleaning the pond is epic enough that it was documented with pictures - I guess the others weren't).<br />
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I am now a Master! This means I now have time to clean out my email, do laundry, take my car to the mechanic, go running, read for fun AND update my blog! {ah, the little things in life}<br />
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So, as you may remember, going to BYU was kind of a big deal for me. {See <a href="http://starleescorner.blogspot.com/2010/04/never-say-never.html" target="_blank">here</a> if you don't remember} But I am here to say that I <i style="font-weight: bold;">LOVED </i>my time down in good old p-town. Don't worry- there is still a place in my heart for the U but I am not a cougar hater any more. In fact, I am proud to say that I Starlee Holman am a BYU alum!<br />
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Just a few things that won me over: praying in class, being surrounded by some of the most service centered individuals i've ever met, a beautiful campus (walking to school every day with Sky was my favorite), going to parties and knowing that these people are just that crazy - no drug or drink needed, having a phenomenal network (we call it the <a href="http://www.lds.org/?lang=eng" target="_blank">LDS church</a>), having gospel applications in every subject I study, professors that are nationally recognized and yet they are humble and concerned with each individual, outstanding extra curricular groups to get involved with, great religion courses, an inspirational message every Tuesday (or sometimes a much needed study break that people feel guilty scheduling anything in) and the most <i>beautiful</i> mountains in Utah, just to name a few.<br />
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I learned so much durring my time in P-town... some lessons I wanted and some I didn't. However, all of these experiences have shaped who I am today and i'm grateful for the opportunity I had to grow. <br />
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Mostly I am grateful for the wonderful people I have met over the past two years. Here are a few of them:<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me, Kristin, Erin & Marianne<br />My lovely Salt Lake crew - who knew carpooling could be so much fun?! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Me & Patty<br />I have been so blessed to have this AMAZING woman in my life. Sometimes I wonder if I was supposed to go to BYU just to meet her. She has been my best friend, study buddy, tutor, Spanish teacher, comic relief, guardian angel, stand-in roommate, boy advisor, double date partner, and all around support system. I am so blessed to have found this kindred spirit! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Beautiful Laura - This gal is going places! She is so smart, kind and one of the most genuine people i've ever met! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">THE GINGERS - need I say more? </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Tommy, Dominique, Me & Hugh AKA The Mighty Maki's<br />This is my first semester team. We knew how to work hard and play hard - they were my Provo family! </td></tr>
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When everything is accounted for, this redhead just may bleed a little blue after all.</div>
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{Except when my cougars play my utes... some things never change}</div>Starleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-54111077953664187492012-04-19T07:56:00.000-07:002012-04-19T07:56:10.675-07:00THE 'to do' list<div style="text-align: center;">
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This was my very last 'To Do' list in Grad School and I just crossed the last thing off!</div>
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Well, except for picking up my cap and gown (which I will do in about 4 hours) and GRADUATE!</div>
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I am a very happy girl right now! </div>
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And here is a random photo of some of the people i've spent the last 2 years of my life with. What a wonderful group! :)<br /><br />Starleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-82245276442062479512012-03-30T15:52:00.001-07:002012-03-30T15:52:46.593-07:00Inspirational homework break<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Bpnv3UxschU?fs=1" width="459"></iframe><br />
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This is often what my homework breaks consist of. This one was too amazing not to share. I've watched it 6 or 7 times, and i'll probably watch it a couple more times after I post this. THEN i'll go back to my grantwell report...Starleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-76139017343395282442012-03-18T16:00:00.000-07:002012-03-18T17:18:51.236-07:00It's complicated<div style="text-align: center;">
* Dressing up fancy is a must, but I get excited to go home and change into big cozy pajamas</div>
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* Long walks on the beach at sunset are nice, but I love standing on the top of a mountain looking down on the city at sunrise</div>
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* I adore my high heel shoes, but every now and then I enjoy some sassy red flats with my skinny jeans</div>
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* School days are a delight, but i'm excited to be so close to graduating </div>
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* Chocolate chip cookies are my favorite, but going weeks without sugar is so very rewarding</div>
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* Lady-like manners are extremely important to me, but now and then I get excited to throw a few punches</div>
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* I love a night out-on-the-town with my friends, but spending a night in with my family is priceless</div>
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* I'm so very excited to be living in SLC, but my time in Provo is also very dear to me</div>
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* I love action movies, but Anne of Green Gables will always be my first choice</div>
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* Eating out is fun, but nothing beats my moms home cooked meals</div>
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* I crave exciting adventures, but i'm usually too cautious to break out of my comfort zone<br />
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What oxymorons frame your life? </div>Starleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-87714054312183538762012-03-14T13:22:00.000-07:002012-03-14T13:22:00.454-07:00Nerd Alert<div style="text-align: center;">
Sometimes the Tanner building reminds me of Hogwarts. </div>
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">{Crazy, I know - but just go with me on this one...}</span></div>
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I've been reading Harry Potter with William as of late, and it is solidifying my many random Hogwarts experiences. </div>
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<li>There are staircases (and elevators for that matter) that randomly end before you get where you needed to go.</li>
<li>We have <i>houses</i> - the MPA's are Gryffindors, MBA's would be the Slytherins (don't worry - they know it) and as for the Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws - that would be the MACC's and MISM's, oh and the RMYL's are in there somewhere too. ;) </li>
<li>We have common rooms where we all congregate, do homework and sometimes sleep. There is no 'fat-lady picture', but there is a password.</li>
<li>We have a mail room - there is a lack of owls, but it still works.</li>
<li>We learn magical things like dancing line graphs and PPT skills that would leave you speechless. </li>
<li>Our ceiling reflects the weather outside at all times.</li>
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Who knew grad school could be so magical?! </div>
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{especially in such an non-magical looking building}</div>
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Ok, another running post. I couldn't resist - look how deep the snow was on top of Mary's mountain this weekend. There were a few times when the snow was so deep that it made me fall right on my face! </div>
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Here are a few pics from Landens last run for 2 years.</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Take a look at that view - that's the reward for all the hard work!</td></tr>
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</tbody></table>Starleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-3557527516414205902012-02-25T15:03:00.000-07:002012-02-25T15:03:27.535-07:00Spring Break Epiphany<div style="text-align: center;">
I haven't been to school all week. My own personal spring break I guess, since BYU dosen't think I need one. Having this lovely week off has made me realize something:</div>
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I think I'm suffering from a combination of ADHD {Attention Deficit at <i>HOME</i> Disorder} </div>
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<b>and</b> Senioritis. And it's getting worse!</div>
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I have no desire to do my homework anymore - this started when I was in Provo, but now that i'm home there are so very many distractions!</div>
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there is cleaning to be done</div>
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movies to be watched</div>
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friends to hang out with</div>
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brothers to distract me, and distract me they do!</div>
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nails to be painted</div>
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stories to be told with my mom</div>
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errands to be taken care of</div>
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running buddies to work out with</div>
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I should be reading but i'm blogging. When I should be doing homework I am playing.</div>
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Looks like i'm finally ready to leave my school days behind. I'm ready for a new adventure... perhaps one with less homework....</div>
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Now I know why BYU doesn't give us a spring break. </div>
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<br /></div>Starleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-29728655784254334112012-02-22T15:47:00.001-07:002012-02-22T15:47:54.825-07:00Bittersweet<div style="text-align: center;">
Well, here it is. The day has come.</div>
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Sometimes the only thing to do is cry - cry hard until you can't cry anymore.</div>
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And then be grateful that you LOVE someone so much, that you could possibly hurt this much when they are far away.</div>
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Don't mind my puffy red eyes, they heal.</div>
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The broken hart does too - it will just take some time.</div>
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I'm prepared to binge on chocolate and Vogue for a few days, and then i'll be able to face reality again.</div>
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All I have to do is survive 24 fast sundays and save every penny I earn and i'll be in Argentina with him soon enough. </div>
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<br /></div>Starleehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01662182235097913984noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5576617347554529199.post-26265279364556119072012-02-13T18:21:00.000-07:002012-02-13T18:21:08.106-07:00Gone for now<div style="text-align: center;">
But NEVER forgotten. </div>
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My thoughts are with you today sweet girls. </div>
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My heart is with your family. </div>
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I heard your song.</div>
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Thought of you.</div>
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Longed for heaven.</div>
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All my love! </div>
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How grateful I am that families are forever! </div>
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xoxo </div>
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