tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61471013716846416292024-03-21T01:13:04.146-07:00brittany bascomBrittany Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08362356157031335046noreply@blogger.comBlogger146125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147101371684641629.post-59067438720266752432014-02-13T10:14:00.000-08:002014-02-13T10:14:47.257-08:00ITS HERE!!!!!<div style="text-align: center;">
MY MISSION CALL IS FINALLY HERE!!!</div>
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[and I bet you can't tell how excited I am about it...]</div>
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My cute mother picked it up from the post office this morning, due to a leaky mailbox. </div>
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Don't want this thing getting wet!!</div>
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I am so very grateful for this opportunity to serve and CAN NOT WAIT to find out where I am going tonight!!</div>
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xoxo, britt.</div>
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Brittany Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08362356157031335046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147101371684641629.post-87858786018978257442014-01-22T14:28:00.002-08:002014-01-22T14:28:49.637-08:002k14how has 2013 already flown by? before you knew it I...<br />
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cheered at my last game.</div>
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turned 18.</div>
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graduated from high school.</div>
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worked 4 jobs over the summer.</div>
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sent lots of my best friends off on missions. </div>
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moved away to college.</div>
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started my freshman year as a southern utah university t-bird. </div>
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met new friends.</div>
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got a new job.</div>
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filled out my mission papers.</div>
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became a resident assistant.</div>
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started off a new year with family and friends.</div>
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gotta love the typical year in review post... but it is necessary.</div>
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and i know how much you guys wanted to hear it.</div>
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like i said, 2013 was good to me. it definitely had its ups and its downs, but i have never learned more about myself than i did in those short 12 months. i have come to realize how much the Lord has blessed me with and how much my family really means to me.</div>
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here's hoping that 2014 will be just as good.</div>
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there's big things in store for me:</div>
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i will be called to serve as a missionary for </div>
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the church of jesus Christ of latter day saints.</div>
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(I am turning my papers in six short days from now.)</div>
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i will be an aunt to 7 beautiful children.</div>
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i will finish my first year at suu.</div>
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and my brother will come home from his mission</div>
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(even though we'll overlap im still excited.)</div>
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cheers to all of us, that this may be the best year yet.</div>
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xoxo, britt<br />
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Brittany Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08362356157031335046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147101371684641629.post-69916232430532067612013-10-23T21:45:00.001-07:002013-10-23T21:45:20.452-07:00my lovely padres.I should be writing a paper. but, this is Brittany Bascom we're talking about. what else is new? just thought I needed to take a second and express my appreciation for my cute parents. [not that I haven't already on instagram <em>and </em>facebook]<br />
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I love these two folks. my dad called me tonight and we talked for <em>an hour</em>. if you knew me and my dad, you would know how uncalled for that is. but I missed him. and it was so good to talk to him about <em>everything</em>. it took me eighteen years, but I finally realize how much he loves me and that he is willing to do <em>anything and everything</em> for me. I love him to the moon and back. im so glad that he <em>chose</em> me.<br />
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mom and I have always been close and I have always been grateful for that. I miss our late night movies and our chats. they always were the most calming things to me. I honestly <em>cant wait</em> to go home this weekend and see these two lovelies. <br />
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and now, im off to finish my homework so these two don't have to be on my back about my grades. <br />
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xoxo, britt.<br />
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Brittany Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08362356157031335046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147101371684641629.post-38875338398792747722013-10-16T22:58:00.003-07:002013-10-16T22:58:45.973-07:00a day in the life of a c o l l e g e girl.it is currently 11:51 pm.<br />
I have two tests in the morning.<br />
and yet, here I am devouring blog after blog.<br />
typical brittany.<br />
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just so you guys know, i am alive. <br />
life is just so completely crazy busy.<br />
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<strong>i absolutely love it down here.</strong></div>
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remember all those doubts and fears in the last post?</div>
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they're completely gone.</div>
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i am at peace.</div>
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i know where i am supposed to be.</div>
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and what im supposed to be doing.</div>
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i have leave so much about <em>myself,</em></div>
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as well as <em>others </em>since i have been here.</div>
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it is so amazing knowing that <em>He </em>has a plan for me.</div>
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im off to good old sunny California tomorrow.</div>
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there will be pictures and updates to come.</div>
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Brittany Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08362356157031335046noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147101371684641629.post-74064675227741148252013-08-18T22:42:00.002-07:002013-08-18T22:42:36.278-07:00from the 801 to the 435.my mind is racing tonight as i sit here thinking about how in just three short days i will be out of my parents care, and in the real world.<br />
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i have lived in the same house my whole life. with the same people. in the same ward. and with my same family. but then ten years ago it all started to change. i watched as my very first brother received his mission call to serve in rio de janeiro, brazil. then, almost just short of three years later, i dropped my brother off into the provo mtc so he too could go serve the Lord in madrid, spain. then i sat and welcomed a new sister and a nephew into my life all within the two years devin was out. just after the summer i then married my only sister off and cried realizing she was gone. and just this last novemeber, i drove to the mtc and dropped my brother off so he could serve the people of portugal. <br />
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as i said before, the past ten years has done wonders for my family. i have sent three brothers out on missions, gained two sister-in-laws, one brother-in-law, four nephews and two nieces.<br />
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when i watched all of this happen, i knew that my day would come. i knew that i would have my chance. but i never thought it would be this soon. i never thought that i would have to kiss my sweet little nephews cheek for the last time before i drove away to college. i never thought that i would be the one shopping for my apartment and looking up the cheapest ways to get books. i never thought that i would be moving 220 miles away from the only place that i have ever called home, and i never thought that i would be nervous for it.<br />
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i am not a home body. i am very independent and like to do what i want to do. i dont have an amazing relationship with my parents, and i never thought that it would be hard to say goodbye. as the day is drawing nearer, i am dreading the moment when i see my parents drop me off at college, hop in their car, and drive off. this summer has shown me how much my parents sacrifice for me. how much they truly do care for me, and all the lessons they have taught me truly are important. im going to miss those two kids. ill miss coming home and snuggling up to my mom on the couch and watching movies til the wee hours of the morning. ill miss my dad laughing at all of his own jokes, thinking that hes the worlds biggest comedian. ill miss the sanctuary that my parents have provided me.<br />
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ill miss my friends. my besties. this is the year where we all part our seperate ways. where we find out who we truly are. each of my friends have left footprints on my heart, and i am truly grateful for that. <br />
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now dont get me wrong, i am super excited to move out! sometimes you just have to let out all your doubts and fears and be done with it. i know that this year at school will be one of the most amazing experiences i have ever encountered, and i can not wait to get it started! im excited for my roommates, my classes, and especially the social life that is to come. and i am so extremely grateful for the knowledge that i have about the Savior and the fact that he is always there for me. "before we came to this earth we were shown what we were going to go through, and we said that we would do it." it is of Him, and through Him, and by Him that this is possible.<br />
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wish me luck!<br />
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Brittany Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08362356157031335046noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147101371684641629.post-53432725826375315702013-08-03T21:32:00.002-07:002013-08-03T21:32:31.066-07:00as this summer is coming to a close, I look back and see how completely different my life is. the people I talk to, the things I do, and even the thoughts that go through my mind have changed. not all of this was willingly either, I must add. my life has taken more than one unexpected turn. im not where I thought I would be. I haven't done all the things on my summer bucketlist. but wanna know what? im happy. yes, I work a lot. yes, I miss out on a lot. but I am happy. ive learned this summer, more than anything else, to find the bright side of things. to work hard to reach your goal. to see whats most important in life. I wouldn't have expected this be the way for this summer to end up, but I know it was exactly what I needed. Brittany Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08362356157031335046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147101371684641629.post-77337311381775769592013-06-24T13:43:00.003-07:002013-06-24T13:43:56.864-07:0013.1<div style="text-align: center;">
so as many of you may know, two saturdays ago {june 8, 2013} i ran in my very first half marathon. and lets just say that it was an adventure. and a half ;) </div>
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the real question here is why in the heck would i be dumb enough to run a half marathon in the first place? in january i recieved a text from my lovely cousin <a href="http://kelseajorden.blogspot.com/">kelsea</a> asking if i was a runner, to which my response was definitely not! she continued to ask me that if i wanted to run a half marathon with her in june. i dont know what i was thinking when i told her that i would, but it has always been on my bucket list so i figured why not, right? i had five months to train and things it was going to be great, or so i thought... running is hard enough as it is, but when its freezing, that just adds another level to the torture. needless to say, i only ran about three times until the middle of april. then i decided that i was in big trouble and should probably start running. so i ended up going like 6 times before the race? yeah.... who knows.</div>
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the night before the race comes... we pick up our packets and the nerves set in. what am i thinking? what am i doing? i am freaking crazy. thats about what my brain looked like. we were in bed and asleep by 9:30, which is pretty impressive for two teenage girls.</div>
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the next morning 3:15 came wayyyy too fast. we got up, drank some naked juice, and were on our way. as we reached the buses, kelsea looked at me and said "what are we getting ourselves in to?" um.... she's the one that dragged me into this. i was just along for the ride.</div>
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looking back at this experience, it makes me laugh harder than anything! i can say that i have ran a half marathon and i never have to do it again. call me crazy,and even though i couldnt walk normal for a week and my knee has been hurting ever since, but i will be returning next year and doing the race again. i invite you to join me! it isnt as bad as you think.</div>
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this week has been hard. i have had to say <strike>goodbye</strike> <em>see ya later</em> to some of the people i am the closest to. my sweet sister that lives out in new orleans and her adorable son, noa, flew out and surprised me for my graduation. i could not be happier to see them! and while all good things come to an end, their trip soon did too. i had to say goodbye to them on sunday night, and if you know me, you know that i was bawling uncontrollably. the hardest thing with this <strike>goodbye</strike> <em>see ya later </em>is that i dont know when i am going to see them next. they just finished their first year of law school at loyola university and still have two more years plus an internship in dc. </div>
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one of my very best friends for the past four years also left yesterday. after a quick temple trip on tuesday morning, we also said <em>see ya later </em>to elder jonathan david bradshaw. jonny has always been there when <u>anyone</u> needed a shoulder to cry on. he always was a great listener and always reassured you that no matter what, your father in heaven still loved you. the people of georgia are so lucky to have a man like him. </div>
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one of the best things about having elder friends in the mtc is the packages!! emily and i both got packages ready for him and sent them off so he would get them the day he got there. emily sent him off a "greenie" package full of every single green thing that you could imagine, and me, being the dumb/never serious one, sent him off a candy bar "poster in a box". those of you that know me can probably imagine how much fun i had making this and how many times i said "why am i so funny?" and yes, i did send him mountain dew in the mtc... kill me.</div>
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i think that the biggest <strike>see ya later </strike><em>goodbye</em> i said this week was to my life as a child. my mom called me an adult yesterday and i almost peed my pants. i have known it was coming for a very long time, but i never thought it would actually make it here. im a big girl now, and in only 77 short days i will officially be out on my own and a freshman at southern utah university. i will paying for my own car payment, insurance, and even buying my own toilet paper! who knew it was so expensive?? </div>
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this gorgeous girl is my amazing sister, tiffany bascom lunnen. she has been there for me through everything. she is honestly the best big sister i could ever ask for. she is so caring and absolutely loves life. her creativity shines through in everything she does. when she does something, she doesnt just throw it together, its always extravagant and over the top, but thats why we love her. ever since she got married six years ago, i have realized how much i love her and how grateful i am for her in my life. tiff, you are aboslutely amazing. i love you to death and i can wait for my next trip out to new orleans to visit you!</div>
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Brittany Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08362356157031335046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147101371684641629.post-19246365884019627672013-06-05T00:20:00.002-07:002013-06-05T00:20:49.405-07:00class of twenty 13.as i sit here in my bed thinking of all the things that has happened in my life the past couple months, i am overwhelmed with emotions. there are so many changes that have already happened in my life and there are still so many to come...<br />
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i love my best friends and am so incredibly proud at the decisions they have made for the future. i think about the chances that i have to see all the kids in my senior class ever again and realize how slim they are. it's crazy to me to think that you never will see the kids that you have spent the last 13 years going to school with. i am so interested to see where life takes everyone and who ends up where.</div>
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as for now, im trying to make my last summer, before the real world comes at me full tilt, as memorable as i possibly can. i have so many plans for this summer and can't wait to fulfill all of them.</div>
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i know that my writing doesnt make sense all the time and jumps from place to place, and who knows if anyone actually reads this thing of mine, but sometimes all i can do is try to write my feelings out, just to get them out. thanks for the followers that are still actually there. i would love to promise that i'll write more, but i know that this is a total lie. if you wanna know about my life, you know how to get ahold of me. xoxo britt</div>
Brittany Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08362356157031335046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147101371684641629.post-6147241398753942402013-03-31T19:07:00.003-07:002013-03-31T19:07:51.187-07:00Easter in New Orleans Hello lovelies! Just thought I would take a moment on this fine Easter Sunday and tell you how much my Savior means to me. I know that my savior lives and loves me. I know that he died on the cross and suffered in the garden of gethsemane for me personally. He knows me. He knows my strengths and my weaknesses. He carries me through the good times, the bad times, and the worst times. He always has my back, and is always looking out for me. He's my ultimate big brother and loves me unconditionally! All of this, as well as much more, applies to every single one of you as well. And I know that if you let him in, he will watch over you. He loves you!<br />
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This Easter was spent in fabulous New Orleans! I'm visiting my sister an her family, haven't seen them since August! It's been a long awaited reunion! I love my family more than anything! It's amazing how much my sister means to me! I saw her and literally stated bawling! It's hard not seeing her everyday, or even being able to just go over to her house whenever I want. But the best part is that nothing's changed. We're still as close, if not closer than ever! I love that woman!<br />
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Since my last post, I have decided where I will be attending college {yes, I'm that old} in the fall. I will be a freshman at souther Utah university in cedar city, Utah. Honestly the weirdest thing to know where I'm going and see how much my life will be changing! I can't be more excited to get on to the rest of my life, but am terrified as well! I can't wait to see what He has in store for me.<br />
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No pictures for now, but I'll try to post all about my trip when I get back. Goodnight lovelies<br />
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xoxo, brittBrittany Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08362356157031335046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147101371684641629.post-49657039486397486612013-02-11T21:06:00.000-08:002013-02-11T21:06:32.065-08:00the golden rule. Treat others as you would like to be treated. Talk to others. Get out of your comfort zone and say hi to someone you wouldn't normally talk to. Sometimes that's all that person needs. Lately I have been a lot more conscious of people around me. I've tried to be kinder, talk to more people, and get to know others. And let me just tell you, it had been awesome. You're never truly alone in this world, no matter how much you feel like that. I am so grateful for my best friend and for the example she sets for me. I strive to be like her a little more each and everyday. You know who you are. Thanks for being you and being they example you are to me! I've definitely gained more friends and a better understanding of people because of it. A couple final words I have for you tonight:: smile. It's contagious.<br />
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xoxo, brittBrittany Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08362356157031335046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147101371684641629.post-16646716130776258862013-02-06T19:49:00.000-08:002013-02-06T19:49:00.422-08:00jumbled thoughts.time has flown by. so much has happened. but rather than writing a 20 page essay of what happened while i was gone, i'm writing my feelings as of late. not for anyone to be read, not to be judged, but solely for the fact that writing truly is therapuetic.<br />
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brother left on his mission. he's gone. long gone. in portugal long gone. he loves it there, and i can tell how truly happy he is. his strength and love for the gospel amazes me. his letters are by far the highlight of my week. it's hard to think that three years will pass without seeing eachother. yup. you know what that means, this girl is preparing to serve the Lord on a mission. im so excited for the chance i have to serve and the oppurtunities that are to come of spreading my love for this glorious gospel. if all goes as planned, since im a little youngin', i will be leaving may 2014, just a little over a year. crazy that what once was three and a half years away, is just around the corner. one of my very best friends already has his papers in. he should be getting his call this coming week. where did time go? we aren't even graduated yet. we're still babies. and yet, graduation is less than four months away. by the end of the month i'll know where im going to school, maybe even know where i'm living. how did this happen? how did i grow up so fast? my parents wonder the same thing. it was senior night for cheer last night. lets just say some tears were shed. my life for the past nine years is almost over. nine years of hard work. nine years of dedication. nine years of smiles. nine years of memories. i am so grateful for my coaches throughout the years and the girls on my squad, but especially for my parents. even though they're hard on me, they believed in me when no one else did. they knew what i was capable of and pushed me to achieve it. even though they weren't at every single game, i knew they cared.<br />
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none of this makes sense. its so out of order and non comprehendable. but thats okay. sometimes thats all you need. im off to do some long procrastinated homework. night loves.<br />
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Brittany Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08362356157031335046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147101371684641629.post-48691643337236727422012-12-05T15:00:00.001-08:002012-12-05T15:00:43.783-08:00hello friends!there have been some recent complaints about me not blogging in so long... so i figured that i better do it again. it's not that i haven't wanted to, i've definitely had the best intentions, but just no time. instead of writing a ten page catch up on what has happened lately, i'm just going to do the following:: my friend, <a href="http://annieholds.blogspot.com/">annie holdsworth</a>, nominated me for the liebster award. (granted, this was like a week or two ago) <span style="font-family: Arial;"> which is a way for blogs with under 200 followers to get their names out and
about. the criteria is as follows</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><br /></span>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">must list 5
things about yourself</span><br /><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">answer 11
questions the nominee creates for you</span><br /><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">choose your
own favorite 11 blogs to nominate</span><br /><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">create
questions for them to answer</span><br /><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">let them know
they have been nominated</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>1 - what is
your favorite food?</strong></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">french toast. not with maple syrup, but either with butter and powder sugar </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">or buttermilk syrup.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>2 - who is
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">my hero is my mom. not matter what she is always serving others. she'll come home from long, hard day at work and still find time to do things for the young women in my ward, or decorate for christmas. she is so selfless and so loving.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>3 - where is
your favorite place in the world?</strong></span></div>
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</strong>being with loved ones. friends. family. you name it.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>5 - what's
your most embarrassing moment?</strong></span></div>
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</strong>to be honest, i really don't get embarrassed. if anything, all i do is blush and laugh it off.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>6 - what are
you looking forward to in the near future?</strong></span></div>
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</strong>christmas!!i have a lot of holiday spirit this year!! and graduation. i can't wait to get out of high school. but i know that i shouldnt be wishing it away so fast!! </div>
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career do you want to pursue?</strong></span></div>
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</strong>i think that i want to be a labor and delivery nurse at the hospital, but im still not sure.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>8 - do you
like where you are at this point in life?</strong></span></div>
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</strong>for the most part, yes. i have a family who loves me, a close group of friends, a job, and a cheer squad. i am so very blessed. there's always something that we would want to change in life, but as for now i'm content. i'm happy.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>9 - who is
your best friend?</strong></span></div>
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</strong>my best friend. hard to say. i have my homies: emily bradford, jonny bradshaw, rylie elder, jorgen rasmussen, maddie parcell, cole jesperson. hunter kofford is definitely on the list too. there's many more as well. it's hard to pinpoint just one.</div>
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</strong>ever since i was a little girl, i dreamed to get married in the hawaii temple. but i know that's probably not going to happen. so, i would have to say the manti temple.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><strong>11 - what is
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">to be married in the temple with a hot husband whois worthy to take me there. have cute babies and live my happily ever after.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">sorry that all of these answers are pretty cheesy. i did this pretty quick. but as for the people that i nominate::</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://madelinelizabeth.blogspot.com/">madeline parcell</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://hunterkofford.blogspot.com/">hunter kofford</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://just-josee.blogspot.com/">josee edwards</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://jessemaddy.blogspot.com/">madison bohannon</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://www.prayersforrachel.com/">rachel stratton</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://gabriellemichelle8.blogspot.com/">gabrielle williamson</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://wecallthiscolor.blogspot.com/">nolle ercanbrack</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://sareatkisson.blogspot.com/">saren atkisson</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://beinggirly101.blogspot.com/">abby lee</a></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><a href="http://annieholds.blogspot.com/">annie holdsworth</a> (even though she nominated me.)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">here are my questions for you::</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">1. who is your biggest role model</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2. something that no one knows about you</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">3. a friend that has made the biggest impact on your life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4.whats your favorite christmas tradition?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">5.whats your 11:11 wish?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">6. if in an interview you were asked "who is (insert name)?" how would you resond?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7.why do you blog?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">8. what is something that you are dying to tell someone but are too afraid to say it?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">9.are you an optimist or a pesimist?</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">10.if there was one thing you could change in this world, what would it be?</span></div>
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its 11:47. i should be in bed. but no, im up writing my political issues paper that i have been procrastinating for two months... hahah yikes. i have so much energy right now and i am loving life (because im too distracted to do my paper. hate that paper.) i havent blogged in a long time, and a lot has happened!! i'll catch you all up on everything when i turn this paper in.</div>
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today wasn't bad, but it wasnt good either. i went to cheer and the day seemed to be going great! we finally hit our pyramid that we've been working on for awhile! then went to art. fell asleep. freak yes!! took a nap in the library until third period. went to clothing and that class is obviously a joke. found some things out that made me sad, but tried to be optimistic since there was obviously nothing i can do about it. be happy for others. look at the bright side of things. then went to lunch and found out more bad news. do you guys ever do anything? yeah, no. thats what i thought. by the time i got to forth i was trying to be happy but it was taking a toll.</div>
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*ding dong* this chick is getting answered to sadies!! be right back! </div>
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so precious! i'll explain later!</div>
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so anyways... back to forth period. i had a misunderstanding with my teacher and my emotions were already out of wack. so basically i start bawling in the middle of class. yeah. i dont cry in front of people. i was so so embarrassed it wasnt even funny. i was fine by the end of the period and all was well. tears releave a lot of stress. its okay to let them out every once in a while.</div>
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after school we went to slab! slab monday's! best pizza place out there! then went and bought fabric for my boxers. superman. thats whats up. came home and tried to sleep. worked for about twenty minutes. then couldnt sleep more. so i got up and started cleaning my room. i was kinda down on myself and then i hear my phone buzz. when i looked at it, it was from <a href="http://www.prayersforrachel.com/">rachel</a>. {read her blog. its amazing} just seeing her name made me smile. i opened the text and this is what i saw::</div>
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even though she's hundreds of miles away she still knows how to make me smile. love you to death rach!! thanks for making my day just a little bit brighter!! so grateful for the tender mercies that the big guy upstairs sends us everyday. he sure knows what he's doing!</div>
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SO:: here's how i asked jorgen. the theme is cowboys. i know this is cheesey, but bear with me. we thought that we were hilarious!! oh. and btw i asked Jorgen Rasmussen!</div>
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"Hay Brittany! Before I answer your request, I'd first of all like to play a little jest. Pull on the rope and read what's inside, then you will discover where my answer doth hide.</div>
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"congratulations! you've completeed task one! despite the triumph, our little game still is not done! now onto task two. fear not, your journey will soon be through. search through the bale of hay, that you find the next clue is what i hope and pray."</div>
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"task two has now been completed, i hope the hay did not leave you defeated. in this riddle you will find the last clue, and only then will this little game be through! when the weather outside is frightful, i help to keep your carpets delightful. i sit on the floor, right in front of your door, i greet all who enter, i may even have some mud in my center. who am i?"</div>
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"I see that you have figured out my last clue, my answer is YES, i'd love to go to sadie's with you!"</div>
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they watched me then entire time... and i was about 15 feet away from them and didnt even see them, all four of them! haha so sad! super excited to go with him!! </div>
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Brittany Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08362356157031335046noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147101371684641629.post-185715724724487672012-09-26T19:25:00.000-07:002012-09-26T19:25:01.514-07:00college life.Today was college day! Representatives from most of the school in Utah came and did presentations at out school. I went to the SUU, USU, and BYU presentations. I wanted to go to the U of U as well but didn't have enough time. As of now, who knows where I'll end up! It's crazy that those decisions are here and ready to be made!! Applying for schools is expensive... I never realized. After that we had lubch and went to all of our classes. They were 35 minutes. What's the point? Yeah, no one knows. But the plus side is I didn't have to take my math test! Bonus! Today was a rather ho-hum day. Nothing too exciting. Love my girls in math::<br />
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Brittany Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08362356157031335046noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147101371684641629.post-6132929053694306682012-09-24T05:47:00.003-07:002012-09-24T05:47:42.548-07:00starting the day off right.This morning I was able to go to the Provo temple with hunter. I've been wanting to go for the last couple weeks but haven't done it yet. I went in with an open heart to see what He would have me learn. I learned today that Heavenly Father definitely has a sense of humor. He loves to laugh just as much as we do, am I'm pretty sure that he was up there giggling with us when a boy was being confirmed for a girl. I'm grateful that I live so close to the temple and have the oppurtunity to go in the morning. I highly recommend it! :)Brittany Bascomhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08362356157031335046noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6147101371684641629.post-53729698169622893502012-09-23T16:34:00.003-07:002012-09-23T16:34:31.915-07:00we'll sing and we'll shout.dear friends, <br />
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i went to homecoming with peter stratton! he is one of the sweetest kids you will ever meet! </div>
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i was so excited when i found out it was him!</div>
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for our day date we went rock climbing at the quarry friday after school!</div>
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i had never been there before, but it was a total blast! </div>
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of course my date was the pro, but i did my best to keep up with him! ;)</div>
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we won our homecoming game vs salem hills! </div>
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it was so fun reliving my sophomore year with all the girls there! i loved it!</div>
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homecoming was a complete and total blast! i actually wore my moms dress that she wore to her senior homecoming! it was so sweet! my group was hilarious! so many one-liners from that night! so glad i was able to get to know all of them better! :)<br />
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dont mind that he's only ten inches taller than me.... even with 4 inch heels on.</div>
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thanks so much peter for taking me! couldnt have asked for a better date!</div>
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school is in full swing now! its crazy that midterm was this week and that much of my senior year is already over. i keep saying that i just want school to be over and i just want to graduate. but, truth is, i really dont. i love all my friends and it'll be so weird not going to school with them and seeing them everyday anymore! but, bring on the college boys! ;)</div>
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korbin turned five yesterday!!! cant believe all that time has flown by! i love that little man big huge much, as he would say. we also found out that kameron and miriam are expecting!! yay!! i have been needing another little baby in my life! they are due on march 14! they arent finding out what it is this time, but im crossing my fingers that its a little girl!</div>
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today was the brigham city temple dedication! we went to the nine o'clock one, and sadly i was kinda tired... but i still felt the spirit extremely strong. especially when we were singing the spirit of god and the words "we'll sing and we'll shout with the armies of heaven" came up. i am so grateful to be in this gospel. i am so grateful for my testimony and the strength that it gives me.</div>
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now i'm off to go read a book for downs class. you know me, procrastination at its finest! </div>
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love you all and thanks for reading! </div>
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last night my older brother, ryan, recieved his mission call!! he is called to serve in the portugal, lisbon mission. he will be speaking portuguese and leaves on november 14! we can't be more excited for him!! </div>
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this summer has been a blast!!! from spending time with friends, to working late hours and going to park city, life has been crazy! its hard to find time to blog... and we all know how good i am at this stuff. but life really is good! its crazy for me to think that im going to be a senior! i feel like life is flashing right before my eyes, but i love it! i am so happy to be growing up and experiencing new things. cheer has been way good this summer! i love all the girls on my squad and love the time we spend together! we for sure know how to party!! im off to go to lunch with my brother for his birthday, but for now, enjoy some pictures::</div>
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i know i said i wasnt posting again til the weekend... but i have something to say.</div>
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i finally found my motivation. skinny bod here i come!</div>
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running/cardio everyday. </div>
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half marathon before school starts.</div>
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eating healthy.</div>
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here's to a new me. </div>
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