So, our relationship remained for sometime as a very passive one. I would come home from school sometimes and hang out with him and the rest of his friends. He was going to school at Weber and I was in the parallel universe of BYU-Idaho. So coming home was refreshing, being away from that cold weird place. And when I came home it was just an automatic draw that somehow led me to wherever Shane would be. I had apparently fount myself in his trap. My question from earlier had been answered, why he had so many friends...he was obviously had some mental hold over them! But as I continued I noticed that he no longer thought of me as a friend, but he was definitely checking me out! Well i would not have any of that! so I went back to school and I got myself a boyfriend! Dear Tom was a lovely soul, I brought him back to home to meet my parents and to accompany me to two of my friends weddings. Well upon entering my first friends wedding I noticed that Shane was already on the other side of the room. I also couldn't help notice how after that he didn't really say hi, he stood around as we were sitting with all our friends and he was a lot more social than ever, joking and being very rambunctious, and then all of a sudden he disappeared. and after he disappeared so did everyone else at the table, leaving tom and I alone. I can't say that that was an exciting trip for me. But what I will say is that after that day all texts or calls that I would sometimes receive from Shane stopped altogether. I wish to say that I was hurt but I was to stupid and self centered at the time to do much caring.

Well the day came when Tom drove 250 miles to my house over summer break just to break up with me. This came at a truly inopportune time as we were celebrating one last time with my sister and the rest of our family. (As most of you know Anne was suffering from cancer at this time) This was our last chance to be together as a family happy and sound. well, Tom had just put a damper on that and so my father promptly kicked him out of the house. About three weeks after that my beautiful sister passed away. I wasn't exactly sure how to find consolation as my whole family was mourning her loss. But then one night shortly after I received a phone call from Shane inviting me once again. We had a few friends over and we all sat in the hammock until they all went home. This left Shane and I alone, for the first time I was able to express how sad I was to have lost my sister and how I wasn't sure what to do. Shane became the biggest source of comfort for me during those times. I knew I had hurt him, when I brought another boy home, but despite all of this he was right there ready to help me when I needed him most. He taught me a lot in this time, about what true friendship was. I believe it was this time when I began to fall in love with him, but I still wasn't ready to admit it. I filled out my mission papers and began to prepare myself to go. I had one more semester before I could go and so I would be returning to Idaho one more time. The night before I left Shane came to me and told me that he liked me and that he would like to date me. He told me not to say anything and he just left, I was left there sitting on the front porch not quite knowing what to think. I knew I wasn't ready, but I no longer could say that I didn't feel anything for him. This meant now that I would have to lie to a lot of people. I didn't want anyone knowing that I had feelings for him, especially when I was leaving the country for a year and a half.

Continuation:

So Although Shane and I had already been a small part of each others history we still didn't know each other very well. Until....hold your breath. We met at bishops night during my winter break. I had come home just for a few weeks and was in need of some friends as all of mine had gone away to school just as I had. I saw him in the kitchen, and let me tell you I wasn't all that interested in getting to know him, he was wearing a big yucky brown colored sweatshirt resembling something that I shouldn't say on the internet. He had long hair and glasses that were a little to tight for his face and a horrible mobster hat. Needless to say, I didn't find it a top priority to be his friend. But as we were standing there all cracking jokes somehow he and I began to have an actual conversation. and the next week I was invited to ride with him to salt lake to see the Christmas lights with our ward. So there we were in the back seat of our friend haileys car, when she hit a deer, which she sent flipping onto the other side of the highway...it didn't even leave a dent in her car....poor deer. This was the beginning of our relationship. A few nights later again I was getting a ride with him, but we were alone this time, and for some reason I felt that it was necessary to spill out all of my secrets to him...I don't know hwy this happened, IT JUST DID OK! But that one act there established that we would be best friends from there on out...He knew all my secrets now I couldn't let him out of my sight!

So My new goal of updating frequently has again eluded my talents, I don't know why those cute crafty things seem to have escaped me in my talents but I assure you I try. So I promised everyone that I would give more information about Shane and me, so This time I would like to start with our vague past. We were 3 when we first met, sitting on the front bench of the Milton Church Primary, you know the old one with the stairs leading up to the primary and the room had long wood benches and its very own pulpit where many of the Petersens have given their first discourses. well, there I sat with all the rest of the rowdy sunbeams when I looked to my right and saw a little boy sitting next to me with a little bowl haircut gracing the top of his round head and lots of little freckles. This boy then stuck his tongue out at me! Well, my reaction was nothing that should have been surprising, I have always had the assertive disposition of a Petersen and I always will. I looked this little boy right in the face, his pointy little tongue sticking right out at me, and what did I do? Well of course I stuck my own tongue out and touched his tongue! we were quickly separated by out teachers who scolded us and I am sure parents were then informed...a little bit of a shady beginning having such a forbidden romance at 3 years old. Well, now lets skip ahead 12 years, to my freshman year of high school where I starred as homeless person number 3 in the wonderful production of "Annie" and there was some other boy who worked in the tech booth...I didn't know him really, I just knew that Sara the other tech person was always on her headphone talking to this kid in the tech booth making jokes the whole time during rehearsal. I didn't see who she was talking to until the last night of the play when the cast decided to play spin the bottle afterward, when we all gathered in a circle and began to spin...well guess where the nozle landed when it got to that mysterious kid wearing the hat with a feather in it? RIGHT ON ME! It was not as dramatic as our first kiss which had long been forgotten by this time. It was only a kiss on the cheek and I can't lie, it weirded me out! Keep in mind that I would not fall in love with him for many years. In high school I thought he was a bit of an odd person, and I was always confused why he had such a plethora of friends always surrounding him....must have been something special right?

So, everyone. I know that my blog has been stagnant for about 2 years. well it is my new goal to change all that and begin anew. So let me update you very briefly on the whirlwind that has taken place in my life in these past couple of years.

* I served a mission in Spain! it was one of the best things I could have ever done. I spent three months in the Canary Islands, 10 months in madrid, and 3 more months in the ward that meets by the Spain, Madrid Temple. and the rest of that time from the 18 months was spent in the MTC. I was doing the lords work for 18 months and it was absolutely amazing! there is nothing better....don't worry, i will later have more stories for you all

* Second I got home from my mission and transferred to the University of Utah, where I will finish my music degree.

* I Got a new Job working at the institute as a night secretary. what a lovely place to work!

* I fell in Love with Shane York and will be getting married this Saturday to him in the Salt Lake Temple. It has been a very fast three months of being back in the country! But he has waited for me for a very long time, and I'm so glad he did! More stories will follow shortly! I love you all!

WORST DATE!!!

Preparing for a mission can make one reminiscent. I have so many stories I would love to share with you all... however I kind of want to make this one fun. We are going to make it a battle of the stories! This story is my crowning glory in dating advice! I want to see if any of you can beat my bad date experience...because if you do you deserve a medal of honor!

It was the summer after I graduated high school, I was working in the Womens clothing department at Walmart! I was excited to have my own little sliver of independence and I was open to dating as many people as would ask me out! Back then I gave everyone a "chance." (oh if I only knew!) There were not many people working at Walmart who shared my same values so when I met Larry I thought it would be ok to become his friend. Larry worked in the big appliance section and I had seen him reading his scriptures in the break room. I thought, he looks like a nice man maybe I can talk to him. I personally believed that he was about 35 years old and that he would be a nice "older brother" figure for me as I sometimes worked the late shifts.

Well, we did become acquainted with each other and he asked me on a date, I asked him how old he was and he informed me that he was not 25 ( I was ten years off). Well, I thought about it, and me being the young naive girl that I was I accepted his offer for a date. However, it was the week before we were to go on the date and he called me after I had gotten off work to finalize things. we talked for a bit and then I told him I was tired and that I needed to get to bed. He being the "sweet" person that he was, offered to sing me to sleep...I promptly refused but he was persistent and so I felt in order to get him off the phone I would have to comply. Heaven help me, he sang for ten minutes straight making up the words and the tune as he went! I did my best to hold my riotous laughter in by halfway swallowing my pillow to my face. And when he was done I was careful not to make a sound so that he would believe I was asleep. He bid me goodnight and hung up the phone.....a scary realization was hitting me in that moment...I had a date with him.

The night of the date came and I was to meet him in the Walmart parking lot. (after the fiasco a few nights earlier I didn't want him to know where I lived) when he arrived he was wearing the same hawaiian shirt that Dad sometimes wears to family barbecues. I thought this was a wonderful start to the date...It was approximately six o'clock. He took me miniature golfing, it was nice because we didn't have to be in too close of proximity to each other. And I was armed with a steel putter in case things got shifty. Miniature golf lasted 20 mins... and then they took my club away. we got back into the car and he informed me that he had a surprise for me. I froze as he began to reach....luckily into the back seat (whew!!!) He pulled out a volume of poetry the size of an Oxford dictionary and said " I know that you like poetry, why don't you have a look at this", "GREAT!!!" I thought, "Now I don't have to carry on a conversation!" I read intently for about ten minutes when he pulled into the parking lot of the D.I. He looked at me and said, "for this next part we can either stay in the car or we can go outside." My mind raced and I said, "lets go outside it's a really pretty night." (and it was right next to a busy road, that way, if he tried anything there would be cars full of eye witnesses! )

I got out and I sat on the grass (outside the D.I) and he began to rummage through his trunk and when he surfaced he was carrying a 3 ring binder with loose papers threatening to fall out of it. He sat next to me and said "I have one very special surprise for you tonight"....I could not imagine what. He opened the binder and inside was every poem he had written in high school. He began to read one to me...it was super sappy and was obviously a love poem dealing with a lot of physical touch and remembering the persons scent. when he was done he asked who I thought he had written it for. I remained stoic and naive as he told me solemnly that he had written it for his grandmother. most of the other poems were religious, and not to bad. But then the "big one" came out as he pulled out a poem written for both a man and a woman. He asked If I would like to read it together...and opted not to and was thankful afterward as the poem consisted of these two people confessing their deep love for each other.

After that he and I agreed that it was late and that we should probably call it a night, it was by this time 8:00. He drove me back to my car and tried to strike up a meaningful conversation by asking me all sorts of questions. then he informed me that it was my turn to ask him a question... I in all my 18 yr old stupidity asked the question..."what is something you normally wouldn't say on a first date?" he replied that he had been put into a hospital, and I said that it wasn't that bad..people go to the hospital all the time right?....he looked at me again and his voice got deeper and he replied "not that kind of hospital"

I realize that this whole situation arose from my own stupidity. and I realize that this guy really was doing the best he could with what he had. And I'm sure he is a really good person. He just didn't know quite how to plan a date and I was too young and too stupid. Hopefully I have grown up a little since then. but the experience taught me that i need to be more cautious.

This is advice to all women! Don't say yes to any Kenmore guy who stares at you through the Maytags! and don't ever ask the question "What don't you normally tell someone on a first date?"........ trust me you are not going to like the answer!

So, as you all know, last friday I got to play back up to David Archuleta. How did this happen you might ask? Well this is what happened, earlier in the week my friend heather came and told me her secret. She had gotten a "gig" as we musicians call them, but she was hesitant to tell me what it was. Finally I cracked her and she told me all about the David Archuleta concert. I had known about it for a while as all of my roommates had gotten tickets except for me. I never watched him on American Idol and I didn't really care...who needs another pop star anyway right?

However, on friday morning I just happened to be in the right place at the right time. Two violinists (Both dudes) had dropped out of the orchestra and Sarah (the girl putting it together) was having a panic attack right in front of my work desk. then as if in slow motion her head turned to acknowledge me sitting at my computer. She came up and asked me If I was feeling like a confident violinist at the moment. (I told her YES of course) and then she asked me to play with them that night. Heather was right there and both of us got far to excited! I promised I would never be one of "those" girls... ya know...a "groupie." Well I skipped the rest of my classes to rehearse. My professors didn't mind, they were just as excited as I was.

This was my first POP concert EVER and the best part about it was I was getting paid to go and I was in it!

I was so sure that they were going to have him sing to a track and just have him mostly lip sync...but NO! He doesn't do that! he has such a good voice and he is very kind and loves his family a ton! I know cause I saw how he reacted when they came up to him after the concert. So If you buy the His new Christmas Album...all the orchestral parts in the background...those are me. Well, at least at the concert they were me. yup so thats that....It was fun...Ya jealous?

You have all been to one of those restaurants where you walk in and you know that somehow, inside that place your life might change for good. Well I had one of those experiences the other night. Ben had so kindly looked up an authentic spanish restaurant for us to go to! so about five thirty we packed up the kids and headed out. this was my first taste of maryland traffic...I was very slow going. However, we finally found the place...but, there was a sign on the front door. Diana got out into the rain to read the sign, only to find out that the only day the restaurant was closed was on mondays...Lucky us, it was monday! So we headed off to find another place to eat. We ended up at a little place in called "Roys Place." We walked in out of the rain and were quickly shown to our seats because, we were the only ones in the place...unless you count the busboy and his friends.

We opened up our menu's and proceeded reading off the names of all the sandwiches. Some of the names however, were less than reputable like, "mothers distress", or maybe "delilah the obscene!" Finally after scanning the 200 choices of sandwiches, half of which included "tongue" in them we came to our decisions!

It didn't take long for our food to get there, after all we were the only customers at the time. the sandwiches were huge, held together with toothpicks that could be replaced as jousting spears! I bit into my sandwich and wasn't all to bad.

I was about halfway through with my sandwich when I unfortunately looked up. Above me upon the wall there was the biggest, harriest moose you could ever imagine. It's nostrils were flared as if it was about to charge right through the wall onto our table. It's eyes were big and glassy looking at the scene before it with scrutinizing eyes! But last of all I noticed a thick band of moldy looking duct tape wrapped around the muzzle of the enormous bull moose. Upon closer examination I realized the purpose for the bad of tape... The jaws of the moose had been compromised and had at one point fallen of the original head...yes thats right! The JAW had been lagging and walloping so fervently that it had at one point fallen off, no doubt onto the very table we were sitting at!

Sheepishly I looked down at my stomach and my mind flashed violently back to images of reading that menu and seeing the word "TONGUE" printed all over the pages of riskay sandwiches! I knew for a fact that I could not finish the last half of my sandwich...and as we heard the train barrel past the restaurant outside I knew I would never forget this experience. I don't regret eating at this restaurant one bit...when we left I was laughing hysterically and Bella and Lucy must have thought that I was absolutely insane. Diana got mad at me for laughing, but she was laughing as well. It was an experience to be remebered!