First, I'm coming down with a cold, so I currently sound like a man. But that's beside the point.

Okay, actually, it is the point.

This entire post is going to be about how I sound like a man when I am sick.

Why are you still reading? Who in their right mind would read a blog entry about a girl, who when sick, sounds like a man?

Okay, so I am lying. I am not going to dedicate any more of this post to my man voice. The rest is going to be about a current struggle I have.

So, there I was. In an apartment at Liberty Square in Provo, Utah. I was with one of my most favorite people on the planet, who, for complete anonymity purposes we will refer to as "Lance." :) We were both waiting to go out to dinner with his family who were in Provo. They had come up from their home which, again for anonymity purposes we will say was in Mexico, to drop their youngest son {Lance's younger brother "Lad"} off at the MTC.

As we waited, Lance asked, "Will you do me a favor?"

Being the absolute gem of a person that I am {and clearly humble too}, I said, "Sure."

He then said, "I am horrible at sending packages. Will you send Lad a package once a month while he is on his mission?" Without thinking what that fully entailed, I immediately agreed to do so.

Fast forward eight packages into Lad's mission: I am completely clueless as what packages 9-24 will be! Help!

Things I have already sent him ... a USU football t-shirt {so he can support the 118th best team in the nation}, a Chad Is Rad t-shirt with the country of Chad on it ... Why would you give this to a boy named LAD? I have no clue. ;) , his favorite goodies - all of them, and letter-writing accessories {pink stationary included}. Things I know I can send in the future: a Halloween package, a Christmas package, and gift cards to restaurants near his area.

Now what?

I went to a good friend of mine for assistance ... Mr. Google. I typed in, "Creative missionary packages ideas." Little did I know that creative was another word for lame!

Here's just a touch of what I found:

Favorite toothpaste {to brighten your missionary smile}.

Mr. Clean Magic Eraser - it's light weight {easy on the postage} and my most useful cleaning tool {cleanliness is next to godliness}.

Pens {choose the "write"}.

Sewing kit {because being on a mission is sew wonderful}.

Smarties {because that new missionary haircut sure make you look smart!}

Raise your hand if you are ready to vomit already.

I am so sure that Lad, and all the other 49,999 missionaries out there want pens. AND a sewing kit! ANNNNND a Mr. Clean Magic Eraser! His companions sure would be jealous!

So, what do I send him? He's not even in a foreign country and I am considering sending peanut butter!!


As incentive:

One golden star to anyone who actually reads this.

Two golden stars for any idea that makes me chuckle.

Three golden stars for each idea I actually can use and actually send to Lad.

Half a golden star to all who can decipher all the anonymity aspects of this post. :)

Another half golden star to all who know what the word decipher means. :)

Okay. That's all. Word. The end.


Dear President Monson ...

January 1, 2006

Dear President Monson,

Hello! How are you doing this fine day? I hope that is an appropriate way to start off a letter to a member of the First Presidency of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. I really wouldn’t know, since I’ve never written a letter such as this before!

So why am I writing this letter? On November 6, 2005 I had the opportunity, in my student ward at Utah State University, to attend my first stake conference via satellite. It was very exciting to be part of something that denotes the growth in the church, and to hear an Apostle of the Lord, President Packer, speak to us. But the day’s events didn’t end there. I am certain that you recall that that was also the day you spoke to us young, single adults in a CES fireside. It was quite the day for satellite broadcasts!

There were two things that stood out to me in what both you and President Packer spoke that day. And, those two things are what bring me to writing you this letter today. I remember as President Packer embarked with his words that he spoke of how there were approximately 50,000 single adults that were receiving his words that day through the broadcast. My immediate thought was, “Wow, 50,000 single adults in the area and I cannot even find one to marry!”

Now, I am certain you are wondering what this has to do with you. Well, with that thought in my mind, I attended the CES fireside (also via satellite). It was then that I heard of how you offered your “services” to several sister missionaries that had once served while you were mission president.

President Monson, I will get straight to the point. I am in dire need of your apostolic intervention in finding a husband! I have several pieces of evidence which will support my claim.

Exhibit A: In March 2002 eight of my close friends in high school got married. I clearly missed the memo! However, I didn’t fret. I just went and found more friends – younger friends, to make sure this didn’t happen to me again. Unfortunately, all those younger friends I made at that point have now also all gotten married. I guess this leaves me with no choice but to replace those younger friends with seven-year-olds, in attempt to make sure they all won’t be married off before me as well.

Exhibit B: My parents’ standards of whom I should marry are going down. At the beginning there was hardly a man that existed that my parents thought were good enough for me. Such is not the case now. An un-wed man came into my dad’s office the other day and gave him a free t-shirt. When my dad returned home from work he declared he had found the perfect man for me to marry – simply because the man had given him a free t-shirt!

Exhibit C: I currently student teach seminary. What this essentially means is I get to eat my lunch every single day with eight married men. It gets better when I attend my pre-service class, which with the teacher, includes me and SEVENTEEN married men. Imagine if you will for a mere moment what our pre-service Christmas party was like … 17 married men, the 17 wives of the 17 men, and their children, lots of children, and then me.

In the Institute building, the adorable pre-service secretary has created a bulletin board to put up photos of those who have been hired to student teach. All the photos thus far are of those men with those wives and with those children. Needlessly to say, I haven’t given the adorable secretary my photo yet. I can’t help but thinking how many times the song, “One of these things is not like the other, one of these things just isn’t the same,” would be sung when people saw my picture – which would noticeably be missing a husband!

As you can clearly see, I need your apostolic intervention! I understand that the photos of the men in your box are a) probably all married and b) probably all 50-years-old now, so that wouldn’t work for me. But, remember, President Packer said there were over 50,000 young single adults in the area which I live - so I am confident we can find someone!

I understand with great requests such as this that great sacrifices must be made. If you can help me out, I would be willing to be a nursery leader for the remainder of my days here on earth, the most unsought, most feared calling to ever exist within in the Church.

I appreciate the time you took to read this letter and hope to be hearing from you soon. My eternal salvation just might depend on it. Have a nice day, unless your day was already in a class much higher than merely "nice", in which case by all means stay at your currently exuberant day status.


Mindy Thornley


Amazing Recipe!

Sooo ... I've noticed that a lot of people share recipes on their blogs ... and I kinda want to fit in, so I am going to share one with you. It's pretty cheap and pretty tasty (at least that's what my taste buds tell me). I hope you enjoy!

Ramen Noodles
Things you'll need:
Medium Saucepan
2 cups water
1 package of Ramen noodles
1 season package (don't worry, it comes with the noodles).

Cooking Instructions:

1. Put the 2 cups water into the medium saucepan.

2. Put the medium saucepan onto the cooking range {and of course, turn the burner on}.

3. Bring the water to a rolling boil {don't ask me what a "rolling boil" is ... it just sounds domestic}.

4. Break the solid noodle square into small chunks and add to the boiling water {this is done, of course, after opening the package. WARNING: don't lose the little seasoning packet into the "rolling boiling" water!}.

5. Cook noodles until they get soft enough to start separating from each other {sometimes, when I am too impatient, I don't allow for this to happen, and let's be honest: they still taste just fine}.

6. Remove the noodles from the heat. Add the season package and let cool for one minute {and by "add" the season package, I mean: open it up and pour the contents onto the noodles ... opposed to just putting the actual package in with the noodles}.

7. Put the noodles in a bowl and serve. Or if you really are like me {or a college student} eat directly from the pot.


Who knew there were actually seven steps to cooking Ramen noodles? You can thank me for giving you that enlightenment later.

P.S. If you want to know how to cook Ramen noodles in the microwave, let me know.

P.P.S. I have no idea what P.S. stands for. Five golden stars for anyone who really does. So, obviously I have no idea what P.P.S. stands for, if indeed it stands for anything at all. BUT: the marathon I registered for is in four days ... although I have ran three times in the past month and have Achilles tendinitis, I am still tempted to run it. The end.


New York, New York ...

First of all, let it be known that I was flaming mad that I couldn't take my spear gun, bow & arrow, dynamite, meat cleaver, ice pick, axe & hatchet, cattle prodder, saw, gasoline torch, brass knuckles, box cutter, pool cue, pistol, or butcher knife on the plane. Fortunately, I got over it ... and here is my trip to New York! :)

Secondly, if you want to know what New York City is really like, just remember the five H's:
1. Humidity, humidity, humidity.

2. Hustle and bustle.

3. Handicapped non-accessible.

4. Honking and ...

5. Have you tipped him/her yet?

Let's just jump straight to #4 ... Here in Utah, many people use the honking features on their car to gain someone's attention if they want to wave and say hello ...

In New York - no one knows why anyone is honking! They might be honking because you're driving too fast or you're driving too slow. They might be honking because they are psychic and they know the light is going to turn green in 5.7 seconds or they might honk because the light is red and you stopped. Or they might be honking because they have a hangnail. HONK. HONK. HONK. Curse you Oliver Lucas for inventing the car horn!

Now, to #5: Have you tipped him/her yet? ... You need to tip the waiters and waitresses, the taxi cab driver {P.S. I didn't know you could be REJECTED by taxi cab drivers!! As if I haven't been rejected enough in this life!!}, the bell boys, and the little dogs on the street for being cute!! It's exhausting, really. Not just financially, but mentally - trying to remember who you have or haven't tipped yet! P.S. I did notice, no one was too concerned about tipping me!

Honking aside, I mean joking aside:) ... I had a marvelous time in New York City! There is nothing quite like it! Now for those of you who are illiterate {I don't know how you got to this website in the first place}, but here are some photos! :)

We rode on a double-decker bus ... We were so high up that ducking was sometimes necessary to avoid hitting our heads on street lights, street signs, and branches. :)

We rode on a boat-thingy. You can see the Brooklyn Bridge behind us, as well as a man-made waterfall in the East River.

Bottom photo is of Ground Zero. They are beginning to rebuild. The photo of the black building is one that was right next to the World Trade Center towers. The damage caused on 9/11 is still being repaired. Seven years later, the building has yet to reopen. The other photo is of St. Paul's Chapel which stood across from the towers. Not a single window was broken from the debris or tumbling of the buildings. Miraculous.

Just some photos of the city ... Including the Empire State Building as well as the Flat Iron Building.

We went to two Broadway musicals: Wicked and Hairspray. LOVED them both!

I was so shocked to travel over 2,000 miles to see my brother's photo on a taxi cab in New York City!! :) The other photo of him is of his very first taxi ride. Precious. :)

And we saw her.

And the Metropolitan Museum of Art.

Tiffany found her store.

And I found mine ... Niketown. :) Also known as Heaven. Four floors of Nike bliss. Three gold stars to anyone who knows the story behind the waffle irons. :) Annnd, when my brother read that quote, "If you have a body, you're an athlete" he pulled a face and said, "Not me." Hahaha. Two golden stars to anyone who knows who Bill Bowerman {the man who said the quote} is.

We found this sign about my brother. It reads, "Can't walk."

We also found these running shoes just chillin' ... I wonder if the owner will ever find them. I was sooo tempted to take them!

Outside the Plaza Hotel with Tiffany and Hillary. Two golden stars to anyone who can tell me who these two people are to me.

Little Italy ... eating lunch!

Creepy Silver Man at Central Park. He tricked Tiffany into sitting next to him ... and then forked two-dollah from her.

All in all: trip a success. And, I want it to be known that as we flew out from JFK airport, we began watching Flight 93 ... a movie made about 9/11. This movie was to be followed by another movie, United 93 {also about 9/11} ... to finish up our trip with a documentary on 9/11. While flying we watched non-stop movies/documentaries about people flying and dying. 

Fun. kthanksbye.
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