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I need some help!!! &lt;br /&gt;
I have four different outfit choices for my engagement photos that are TOMORROW!!! &lt;br /&gt;
Trevor will be wearing a Tan suit, and what ever tie matches me. So what I need help with is what outfit to choose. Remember to be nice, I like them all so don't hate if you hate all of them. Just vote for the best of the worst if it comes down to that :) I am also proud of my self timing skills, sorry for the blurry!!&lt;br /&gt;
Ha ha Okay here it goes!!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Okay now go, Look to the sidebar and vote :) &lt;br /&gt;
THANK YOU!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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We all know that I am not the brightest crayon in the box. I make some seriously ridiculous comments. &lt;br /&gt;
For instance:&lt;br /&gt;
Tyler, Trevor, (a few others) and myself were driving up to Park City I believe. We somehow got onto the conversation about Lakes. Tyler made a comment, "There are a bunch of bodies at the bottom of Lake Powell" and I asked, "oh dead ones?" and they continue to make fun of me for that one.&lt;br /&gt;
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One time Trevor and I were in his car pulling up to his house. I saw Tyler's car, but not his. So I asked, "Where is your car? Oh wait we are in it" &lt;br /&gt;
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Another one, I was getting out of Trevor's car, and told him that I am not always stupid. As I said that I ran into a tree branch. &lt;br /&gt;
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The one I still feel stupid for was the one at work. A man came in and this is how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;
Steph: Hello, How are you today?&lt;br /&gt;
Man: Not too bad, how about yourself?&lt;br /&gt;
S: Just fine thank you.&lt;br /&gt;
M: I am glad someone know the difference between good, and fine. &lt;br /&gt;
Steph: *giggles* &lt;br /&gt;
I then try to say something else brilliant..&lt;br /&gt;
S: Well, I do try to get my grammar, do my grammar, I like to do my grammar well. &lt;br /&gt;
I had the hardest time trying to get that sentence correct. Stuttered a couple times. I am pretty sure it still came out wrong. The man just smiled, and walked away. No wonder I almost failed English. &lt;br /&gt;
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I guess this make life more fun!!! I am glad I am this way. I laugh A LOT!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Its been crazy. From jumping around showing everyone we got engaged, to parties with friends. I don't think the Trevster and I have had one night just us. No one else. In a couple weeks. I hope I am not sounded selfish, but I kinda want one. SOON! After I get off of work tonight I have 4 days off. You should see the smile on my face right now! &lt;br /&gt;
Trevor starts school next week, and thats when it gets busy. He has quite the busy schedule, so I will try to enjoy having nights to myself every so often. Lifes getting busy, but I love it!! &lt;br /&gt;
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On a bittersweet note, Our Grandma Wells passes away yesterday. She was really old, and was in pain. Its hard to lose someone, but glad to know she is in a better place.&amp;nbsp;I have never met a lady with such a spunky attitude. She always made me feel so welcomed, and loved. I am grateful that I was able to meet her here in this life. Say Hi to&amp;nbsp;my&amp;nbsp;mommy for me, and I expect you to be in the temple with us when we get sealed! &lt;br /&gt;
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About two or three weeks ago Trevor took me to this cute little family owned jewelry store. His dad had been going there for years, and I can tell why. They are the nicest, real, happy sales people I know. We looked for a good amount of time, and I picked out three rings that I would love to have. There was one that shined (literally) another the rest. I fell in love with it instantly. It was a little more expensive, so I was glad that I fell in love with another one too. I left the choice up to Trevor, and was going to let him decide.&lt;br /&gt;
A week ago, Trevor and his twin made a trip to the same jeweler again. He came home with a little white paper in his pocket, and I was not allowed to look at it. He showed me half of it, and that's when I knew it was from the jeweler. I wasn't sure if he had bought it yet so I just played it cool! &lt;br /&gt;
He told me that they will take until after Christmas to finish the ring, if had even bought one. I believed him. I didn't think anything of it, until I was talking to his sister about it and she said that he is telling you its not this weekend because maybe it is this weekend! That got me nervous, but still didn't want to get my hopes up. (I always tend to play into things way to much, so i didn't want to do it this time) &lt;br /&gt;
Christmas eve morning he had to go pick up a Nativity scene for his dad. So I met up with him later to watch a Bronco's football game.&lt;br /&gt;
Christmas came around, and he suggested that we should open up gifts later that night that way we can do it alone when everything calms down. I had a feeling it was going to happen, but didn't want to get my hopes up. We had dinner, and hung around for a bit, and then finally other guest left. His mom left the room, Nikki (his sister) asked Tyler and Kenz to go downstairs to watch a movie. &lt;br /&gt;
We went into the living room where the Christmas tree was shining, and I asked who wanted to go first. Trevor volunteered to open his gifts from me&amp;nbsp;first. I gave him&amp;nbsp;a Utah Jazz hat, sweatshirt, and tickets to the Spurs game. He&amp;nbsp;then gave me the box that had a purse in it. I was expecting boots so&amp;nbsp;I asked him where they were. He said, "I couldn't&amp;nbsp;quite get them this year."&amp;nbsp;He then reached around his back and&amp;nbsp;showed me a small box wrapped with a pretty bow on top. He gave it to me, and started to freak out a bit. I couldn't open it. I told him that he was freaking me out!! Inside that box was another box. He then grabbed it, went down on one knee, said some really nice things. (sounded like he kinda choked up a bit, or it was just the nerves) He then asked me to marry him. I of course said yes. I have never&amp;nbsp;shaked so much in life. I hugged&amp;nbsp;him, and didn't want to let go. We kissed, and I held back tears. We then went to go show everyone in Trevor's family. &lt;br /&gt;
They were waiting on the stairs, and his mom burst out of her room camera in hand. Nikki, Tyler, and Kenzie came running upstairs.&amp;nbsp;I got some really big hugs. We took pictures, sat and talked. We then decided to go show my parents.&amp;nbsp;I almost started crying when Nikki said we were going to be sisters-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;
We drove up to my parents house. My sister was still there, and my Aunt and Uncle were there too. Everyone screamed, and gave me hugs. My mom was really excited!! &lt;br /&gt;
That night while I was praying to my Heavenly Father is when I finally cried. I was just so thankful for everything. Then I felt that my mom was in my room, telling me how proud she is of me, and that she approves of Trevor. (she also was ooing and awing over my ring)&lt;br /&gt;
The next morning is when it finally sank in that I was getting married. I cried again.&lt;br /&gt;
I was so grateful that everyone was in town for it. My whole family, and Trevor's whole family. I feel so lucky to have found such a fantastic guy. I am grateful that we get to be sealed together in the temple, and live together for eternity. That means an Eternity of him tickling me feet :) &lt;br /&gt;
I can't wait to start this next journey in my life!!&lt;br /&gt;
I LOVE YOU TREVOR!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695807617339422490-1113238440690837846?l=stephsabloggin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I may go into the Rest of Trevor and I's story later. Basically, we kissed. I felt his heart racing. We said&amp;nbsp;Eu Te amo&amp;nbsp;in his back yard for the first time. That's actually a funny story, and kinda cute :) We stayed up late, just talking about each other. During one of those talks I got the nickname, Goofball. Some how it stuck.&lt;br /&gt;
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Trevor was the nicest person I had ever met. I was getting a cold, and I told him that the only cold medicine was in my parents bathroom, but they were already asleep. So, he went down to Walmart and got me some NyQuil. He really would do anything for me. He is a Teddy Bear :) ha ha another funny story right there!&lt;br /&gt;
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What I loved most is that I could be myself. I didn't have to hide the "goofy" side of me. Trevor makes me laugh,&amp;nbsp;and happy. He knows how to push my buttons, but knows how to make me feel better. Its just comfortable. I was once freaking out about school, and classes. He could tell. He looked at me, and said, "steph, Get over here"&amp;nbsp;We then just cuddled for a couple minutes.&amp;nbsp;That was all I needed. he is awesome!&lt;br /&gt;
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This post is getting a little mushy gushy for the Internet! So, All&amp;nbsp;I gotta say is, I am HAPPY I found Trevor! Things are going GREAT!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Trevor and I at his Birthday Dinner! &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;As for me,&lt;br /&gt;
A week from today I will be done with school!! Due to a few things I will be taking a break next semester. I was officially promoted to being the Associate Manager at Famous Footwear with a tiny raise :) I will be working lots, and saving! Life is great. I just need to call to set up an appointment to get my Patriarchal blessing. &lt;br /&gt;
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I hope everyone has a wonderful week!&lt;br /&gt;
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On Monday, I went to Trevor's family home evening he was in charge of. It was some guy that played the piano. I tried to strategically place myself so that I would have a spot for Trevor right next to me. Well, I ended up in the middle, but I did have a seat next to me. As it was starting Trevor sat by me. I am pretty sure I tried to hide a huge smile. The piano man was great. We had ice cream for the refreshment. Trevor had recently gone to the dentist so his whole mouth was numb so he left early. I was kinda bummed just because I wanted to hang out that night. &lt;br /&gt;
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On Tuesday, I had been texting Trevor all day. I was sitting on my couch watching TV just hoping he would invite me to do something. I kept saying how I was bored. I then hinted, "I wish that someone was doing something tonight!" Trevor is a smart one, so he invited me to go and get ice cream. We decided to just go to Harmon's and then go back to his house to watch a movie. I successfully made it down the stairs to his basement.&amp;nbsp;We sat and ate our cookie dough ice cream. I sat incredible close to him, as we watched Dumb and Dumber. I was just hoping for him to put his arm around me! I thought&amp;nbsp;I gave him all the right clues to go for it, but he didn't catch them. I also thought about just making the&amp;nbsp; first move to, but I was&amp;nbsp;way too scared. Long story short I went home without cuddling!&lt;br /&gt;
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On&amp;nbsp;Wednesday, We planned a basketball game. It was&amp;nbsp;Trevor,&amp;nbsp;Tyler, Spencer, Me, and a few other people. I can't quite remember who all was there. It was fun. We played for quite sometime. Afterward, I went home and told&amp;nbsp;Spencer how much I wanted to go and cuddle with&amp;nbsp;Trevor. He told me that any guy would be crazy if he said no&amp;nbsp;to cuddling. So,&amp;nbsp;I being a professional at hinting I texted Trevor, "When I get really tired I like to cuddle." I don't know exactly what smooth thing Trevor said next, but he soon was at my house to pick me up,&amp;nbsp;and we were going down to his house. When we arrived his&amp;nbsp;Tyler and Drew had romantic music playing, and candles. It was a well played move, and&amp;nbsp;I found it quite funny.&amp;nbsp;We through the candles at Drew, and picked out a movie. I don't remember much of this night just because I was so happy that Trevor had his are around me. The movie ended, and we just sat and talked. It was late so I needed to go home. It ended with a hug. Just a hug. &lt;br /&gt;
I am not sure how it all played out, but it came out that Trevor wanted to kiss me, but he didn't. I told him that I wanted to too. So, I was pretty sure that the next time I saw him it was going to happen. I knew that it was going to be his first kiss. (he didn't know that I knew that! Thank You Tyler) I knew that I may just have to take the lead in this one, which made me very nervous. It was all very exciting. &lt;br /&gt;
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Alrighty, I am off to St. George tomorrow so you all will have to wait for the next part!!&lt;br /&gt;
Enjoy Conference, and I will enjoy the hot St. George sun and pool.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know what is going on lately, but I have found myself being a Negative Nancy! I don't see Trevor as much. I hate homework. I am not pretty enough. I am not skinny enough. All those fun thoughts that Satan tend to put into out mind. Well, you know what I say to that, "I HAVE HAD ENOUGH" time to be positive. So I have composed a list of what is keeping me going. Why I am so lucky, and what makes me happy!!! (some more serious than others!)&lt;br /&gt;
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#1 I am currently eating these...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;AKA. Bliss&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;#2 I just bought these. I love them&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SmzkC2HJOzg/TnoTeawCEHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zmWOASRKz68/s1600/901937130_125.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SmzkC2HJOzg/TnoTeawCEHI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zmWOASRKz68/s1600/901937130_125.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;#3 I look fantastic with curled hair!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;#4 I have an awesome job. I get paid pretty good, and enjoy what I do. Shoe love is True love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;#5 Trevor's Smile and hugs. They make me feel better, almost instantly!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;#6 Last night, I remember laughing with Trevor cause I said something dorky. I like when we laugh together. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;#7 I may have just passed my first Physics test. I now know why to run into a pile of hay when my cars breaks stop working!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--j_Ctd8EFQo/TnoUxotO4lI/AAAAAAAAAOg/6Zw7PTJa-O0/s1600/article-page-main_ehow_images_a06_rq_in_prepare-physics-test-800x800.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hca="true" height="195" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--j_Ctd8EFQo/TnoUxotO4lI/AAAAAAAAAOg/6Zw7PTJa-O0/s200/article-page-main_ehow_images_a06_rq_in_prepare-physics-test-800x800.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;﻿#8 I get to see Trevor tonight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;#9 I have an awesome family. Speaking of which, I miss my sister!!! I have not seen her in ages!! LOVE YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;#10 I love the moment, as you are driving home and you realize, "man, I got it good!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So, life may be rough. I may be hard to deal with. I may not like what I have to deal with, but heck I have quite the life! I am back to a positive state! WIPEEE!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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That evening Marci and I went for a walk around Victor's Pond. I was texting Trevor the whole time. I really wanted to invite him to come with us, but I was too scared. I then got a text from&amp;nbsp;Courtney Lee&amp;nbsp;in the ward that they were watching Pirates of the Caribbean at someones house. I immediately invited Trevor, and he agreed. Marci and I walked home. Trevor had agreed to come, and pick us up. I mapquested the address, and we were off.&lt;br /&gt;
I told Trevor that we needed to go to 9400 S. As we were driving on 94th, I realized we were lost. I called Courtney, and this is how the conversation went. &lt;br /&gt;
Steph: Hey how do we get there?&lt;br /&gt;
Courtney: Well, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;
S: Say we are at my house! &lt;br /&gt;
(laughter from everyone in the car)&lt;br /&gt;
C: okay, well go to 12300 S. &lt;br /&gt;
S: okay... (laughter)&lt;br /&gt;
Steph to Trevor: We need to go to 12300 S.&lt;br /&gt;
T: Really?&lt;br /&gt;
S: Okay Courtney, we are at 94th so I will call you when we get to 123rd.&lt;br /&gt;
C is really confused at this point! : Okay&lt;br /&gt;
I busted out laughing. Slightly embarrassed that I put the city Sandy in the Mapquest rather than Draper. We all we laughing. &lt;br /&gt;
I called Courtney back, and we were able to get to the apartment complex just smoothly. Only other stumble that may have happened was me tripping in the doorway as we entered the apartment!!&lt;br /&gt;
Trevor and I sat on the floor next to each other. I don't remember watching the movie at all. We just sat, and got to know each other. He made me laugh, and this is when I knew that I was really starting to like this kid!! &lt;br /&gt;
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Well, I got to go to class!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Stay tuned for the first time we cuddled, and the most amazing first kiss EVER :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695807617339422490-927963183074989889?l=stephsabloggin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Instead of&amp;nbsp;go-carting we ended up going to a ward BBQ, then figure something out afterward.&lt;br /&gt;
I showed up with my brother Spencer who left shortly. I was extremely nervous. What do I say? How much of a goofball should I be on a first date? I soon just let everything go, and decided to not worry and have some fun. &lt;br /&gt;
The BBQ was a lot of fun. There was a group of hilarious people sitting at our table. We ate hamburgers and just laughed. We decided to leave, and start the next adventure. Kenzie had an awesome idea to go hiking. I needed to change shoes, so Trevor drove me up to my house. I was happy that we could talk the whole time without any awkward silence. I ran inside grabbed my shoes, and jumped back into the car to meet Tyler and Kenzie at the Well's home. On the short ride there I told him about the story of my concussion. He thought it was pretty funny, and I explained how clumsy I was. &lt;br /&gt;
We got to his house. I followed&amp;nbsp;Trevor as we&amp;nbsp;walked through his garage, and down the stairs to his basement. For some reason I missed the last step, rolled my ankle, and fell really hard on the ground. Trevor turned around in shock, and I began to laugh. Trevor wasn't quite sure how to react. He asked if I was alright, and when he saw that I was laughing that gave him the&amp;nbsp;green light&amp;nbsp;to laugh as well. I was really embarrassed. Only I, Stephanie Stohel, would roll her ankle, fall down the stairs on a first date!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;﻿ &lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;It was dark by this time, we grabbed a flash light and headed out. Kenzie knew of this great waterfall we could hike to by south mountain. We wondered around. Walked through some bushes. Heard some running water, but never found a waterfall. (to this day, still not sure if there really is one up there) We walked up a huge hill, and the valley looked amazing. After a few seconds we decided to head back to the car. After trudging through more unmarked paths we made it back safely. I sat in the car, my ankle throbbing, but I put on my tough face and continued the date. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;This is where the date got quite random. We first went to the Daybreak lake. Wondered around until the cop on the bike told us that we should leave. Drove back to Draper to get shakes at in and out burger. Drove up by the mountains to a school where there is a creepy janitor, then last but&amp;nbsp; not least drove past Paul Millsap's home. At this point it was late, we were all tired so we called it a night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Trevor walked me to the door, I got one of his amazing hugs and I walked inside. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I then sat and debated when I should text him to tell him that I had an awesome time. As that thought crossed my mind the phone buzzed, and I got a text from Trevor. It said something like, "Hey, I had a great time tonight we should do it again sometime." Pretty sure I did a happy dance, and replied with a big time yes! He said he owed me dinner and go-carting. I couldn't say no, so we planned the second Date...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It all began with me deciding to go to the singles ward. I started hanging out with Katelin Cook who at this time was being courted by Tyler Wells. Katelin just wanted to be friends, so&amp;nbsp;long story short things didn't work out between them, but no worries better things are coming for the both of them. Any who, Katelin told me a little about the Wells family while this was going on sometime in March. I was sorta Dating a kid, whose name we will not mention. He wasn't the best, but that is another story for another time. &lt;br /&gt;
I found out that Tyler had a twin. I remember it like it was yesterday... April's Ward Prayer. I was still dating the boy whose name we will not mention, but I couldn't"t keep myself from looking at his twin. (At this point I couldn't"t remember his name) He was sitting next to Tyler, and wearing a striped shirt, and his Boston Red Sox cap. I knew at this point that some how I was going to get to know this kid. &lt;br /&gt;
I am pretty sure I went home and Facebook stalked him almost everyday. Trying to figure out if he had a girlfriend or not. That is creepy, but a girls gotta do what a girls gotta do!! At least by doing this I found out that his name was Trevor.&lt;br /&gt;
At the end of April, I made a decision to leave the boy&amp;nbsp;who&amp;nbsp;I was dating. I wanted to get out of the ridiculous relationship, and also start dating new people. &lt;br /&gt;
One night, I went to FHE, all dolled up.&amp;nbsp;They were making sugar cube temples, and Trevor was there. I cracked jokes when he was around, and smiled.. a lot. I remember I was just about to go up to him, and tell him that he did a good job at planning the FHE. I was too afraid. After that FHE, a group of people went up to Katelin's house. I tried to convince her to invite Tyler Wells, that way Trevor would come too. I guess they were busy because they both didn't show. That night Katelin told me how nice Trevor was.&lt;br /&gt;
I&amp;nbsp;believe I was baking cookies one Sunday when I decided to do a little investigation.&amp;nbsp; I text Katelin and asked, "Does Trevor have a girlie?" She responded almost instantly with, "Nope" I was pretty happy about this new found knowledge. I then got another text saying something along the lines of, "If Trevor can, wanna come Four wheeling with Tyler and I." I kinda freaked out, but agreed. I now felt awkward, but extremely excited. I didn't want Trevor to know that I thought he was cute. I become more shy when around boys I like. I didn't want to ruin things!&lt;br /&gt;
A week or so later, a girls night turned into just a movie night. A bunch of people came to my house encluding Trevor, to watch a movie outside. I was super nervous, and pretty sure I barely even talked to him. That night Tyler, and I became friends on Facebook. We would chat about Trevor, and Katelin. At some point Tyler gave Trevor my number so that we could get to know eachother before our date on Saturday. We texted a little here and there. &lt;br /&gt;
One night Spencer (my brother) came home, and told me that he talked to Trevor at the basketball game. That just about killed me. I promptly asked him what he told him. The conversation went like this.&lt;br /&gt;
Spencer: I hear you are taking my lil sis on a date&lt;br /&gt;
Matt Terry: Your going out with Stephanie?&lt;br /&gt;
Trevor: Yep&lt;br /&gt;
Spencer: If you break her heart, I will break your legs.&lt;br /&gt;
Don't you love older brothers.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will also be taking 9 credits at Salt Lake Community College! I was doing 15 until I realized that I only needed 9 to get my associates degree, and that I was working full time as well. So YES i will be getting my Associates Degree by December!! I am one excited girl!! &lt;br /&gt;
This summer has been great! A summer of first! I have (somewhat) conquered my fear of roller coasters. Spent a weekend in St. george, gone jet skiing, four wheeling, and have taken a ride on a razor. It has been a blast! (thanks to Trevor of course) I dare say one of the best summer I have had to date. Lovin every minute. I should have taken pictures!!! Silly me!&lt;br /&gt;
Well, I best get going.. I am now going boating!! Livin' the life!!&lt;br /&gt;
And, i would also like to make a shout out to my family. Love them to death. Sunday night game nights are the highlight of my week! (pretty sure Trevor looks forward to them too) Spoons anyone?&lt;br /&gt;
Bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695807617339422490-779982380117620240?l=stephsabloggin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have been working real hard at famous footwear! I am working towards being the associate manager! It's a ton of responsibility,but I love it!&lt;br /&gt;
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Now for the fun stuff! I can't say too much because I have now found out that my boy reads everything I say! Except for this past week I have seen trevor every single day! The little punk decided to go to Hawaii without me! &amp;nbsp;He has called me almost every night, and I could talk to him forever! When he is home we spend our time laughing, talking, cuddling, and watching tosh.o! He has become my best friend, and I enjoy my time with him greatly! So, since trevor will probably be reading this sometime soon.. Thanks for agreeing to taking me on a date, thanks for all the laughs, thanks for all the kisses, and I can't wait to see what happens!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, and enjoy the rest of your trip ya butt!!&lt;br /&gt;
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We went Four Wheeling today. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XDwmkcURTBM/TfRpmcFWipI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RKQAizhb8Jg/s1600/249541_10150272518353688_593488687_9136381_2624004_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XDwmkcURTBM/TfRpmcFWipI/AAAAAAAAANQ/RKQAizhb8Jg/s320/249541_10150272518353688_593488687_9136381_2624004_n.jpg" t8="true" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Zach says he looks like an old man in this picture. He is only 22 I promise. I think we are kinda cute :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My dad and I were sitting in the living room at around nine o'clock at night. I was on the computer, and my dad was watching TV. Out walks my grandma..&lt;br /&gt;
Me: What are you doing with your pillow and blanket?&lt;br /&gt;
G: I just wanted to come sit out here.&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Okay..&lt;br /&gt;
G: Oh is it only nine at night?&lt;br /&gt;
Dad: Yes mom&lt;br /&gt;
G: oh, I thought it was the morning.&lt;br /&gt;
Dad and I continued to laugh as grandma went back to her room.&lt;br /&gt;
Up walks michael and shows my dad his booklet that has his blood pressure numbers. Out walks grandma&lt;br /&gt;
G: MICHAEL YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO BE AT WORK!&lt;br /&gt;
Dad: Mom, it is still night time!&lt;br /&gt;
My grandma then hits herself in the forhead and lowers her head.&lt;br /&gt;
Me: Grandma it sounds like you need to go back to bed!&lt;br /&gt;
G: I have been a sleep for a very long time!!&lt;br /&gt;
I laugh for quite sometime as my grandma goes back to bed.&lt;br /&gt;
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ha ha sooooooo funny!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Then this morning my grandma walks out and says.."it's morning right?" &lt;br /&gt;
Me: yes yes it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695807617339422490-5497683361755092898?l=stephsabloggin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Let me just clue everyone in on how Stephanie works. She doesn't like to ask for help. She doesn't like to disappoint. She laughs to hide tears. She tries to go with the flow. When&amp;nbsp;she is upset don't give&amp;nbsp;her a hug.&amp;nbsp;She tries to be positive. She sees the good in everyone, and continuously gives them&amp;nbsp;chances.&amp;nbsp;Stay away from her during that time of month. She is stubborn.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
It is ridiculous, but it is who I am. &lt;br /&gt;
I actually have surprised a few people when I tell them all of my worries. One of my friends said, "whoa Steph, I had no clue you had self esteem issues!" First off what girl doesn't? I just hide things well I guess. Why walk around worrying, and being so down. Life is to be lived. If you make mistakes then that's when you need to learn from them right?&lt;br /&gt;
This whole conversation is coming up because someone close to me said that, "I am&amp;nbsp;TOO much Happy go Lucky" It kinda hit a nerve. I&amp;nbsp;had a friend once said that, "I don't understand, because&amp;nbsp;I have such a perfect life!" ugh..That made me really mad! People don't know that&amp;nbsp;I sometimes cry. People don't know that&amp;nbsp;I worry way too much. But these people don't know these&amp;nbsp; things&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;I do it alone. My best friend left on a mission, and he was the one that I worried with and cried with. No one else.&lt;br /&gt;
Well, now that that is out. I want to change.&amp;nbsp;I want to let people in. I want to ask for help. Crying is very healthy. I need to turn to the lord&amp;nbsp;to answer question. This life is not meant to be handled by yourself. I just ask for people to be patient. I am a lot more sensitive then I look. I pretend to be tough. I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On a lighter note...&lt;br /&gt;
Some positive things about&amp;nbsp;Stephanie..&lt;br /&gt;
She is caring, loving, funny, amazing eyes, cute smile, forgiving, she makes friends easily, fun,&amp;nbsp;lights up a room, throws a killer party, random, spontaneous,&amp;nbsp;and a whole lot more.&lt;br /&gt;
Thanks for letting me vent.&lt;br /&gt;
It's been great!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Please just freeze!!&lt;br /&gt;
You are speeding by too fast that I can't decide what my next move is.. it just kinda happens! ha ha &lt;br /&gt;
Maybe its just I need to slow down? take a moment and breathe! Well.. i guess i will go buy&amp;nbsp;a plane ticket to Hawaii so I can have a week of laying on a beach.&lt;br /&gt;
I work 40 hours a week!!! ouchie! I never realized how much 40 is until now! It's a lot! I wake up at 5:45 Am almost every day, and that is tough! It helps that the pay checks are nice, but&amp;nbsp;I am afraid that&amp;nbsp;I am going to get bored.. pretty fast.&lt;br /&gt;
I am going to school... nothing much to say here except.. I am glad that in two weeks I AM DONE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
I am sorta kinda dating a boy. Okay we are dating, but its just complicated. He actually is a sweetheart! and to my family: i hope to bring him by sometime soon! It will happen when it happens. No worries we are just starting off, we haven't even talked about the future of our relationship. Basically we just eat ice cream, and laugh... kiss.. cuddle.. all of that early relationship crap!&lt;br /&gt;
Oh.. and i really need a vacation!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;
Maybe St. geezy sometime soon :) &lt;br /&gt;
Oh and I am now 20!!!! &lt;br /&gt;
That is the latest catch up for now!!!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here is the new do!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cBuBLpZoOA0/Taus_PWcEKI/AAAAAAAAANI/8d6TGJ5eR5o/s1600/p_00106.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" r6="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cBuBLpZoOA0/Taus_PWcEKI/AAAAAAAAANI/8d6TGJ5eR5o/s320/p_00106.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cute and SASSY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;GOOD NIGHT!﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695807617339422490-2512323376189427357?l=stephsabloggin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Today, at work, I told a lady that i would call her back so that we could get her information set up to order her some contacts. I told her i would call sometime after 3. I was in a training session until 330 so i called her right after that. Well, she didn't pick up. So i left a message. It went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"Hey zoya, this is stephanie from 1800 contacts and i was just calling you back to set up the order. Well, if you could call us back at 1800 contacts that would be great. We then can send those contacts out to you. Thanks"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Okay really "call us back at 1800 contacts"?? I am an idiot. ha ha i laughed all the way home because frankly i can admit how awkward that probably sounded. funny.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Have a good day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695807617339422490-9140475606970918301?l=stephsabloggin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Ha ha did I trick anyone?? I haven't quite gotten to that status with the current boy. :) ha ha&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So.. it's true. i got the job. me, stephanie stohel, out of about 1,000 applications, I was narrowed down to 16. yes, i am that cool.&lt;br /&gt;
Well, I am not here to brag (maybe just a tad) so i will continue about what the past two days have been like.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
8:00 AM- Arrive and start doing learning modules.FOREVER. Oh ya, and take a quiz after everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
8:30 AM- Learn about Rx, Vocab, and other lingo&lt;br /&gt;
9:15 AM- Laugh at our silly trainers, and order our lunch over the computer.&lt;br /&gt;
10:00 AM- fifteen minute break. This is the time that I go up to the Grille (located inside 1-800-contacts) and I partake of the FREE cereal. Today i had fruity pebbles, yesterday I had lucky charms. Tomorrow? Captain&amp;nbsp;Crunch.&lt;br /&gt;
10:15 AM- Back to training and learning modules. During this time we ask questions, and are learning MORE and MORE&lt;br /&gt;
12:15 PM LUNCH TIME!!! for $2.00 that is taken out of my paycheck, I got a huge chicken wrap. The grille also includes free drinks, free fruit, and free bread. &lt;br /&gt;
12:45- PM Meet at training center, but then we went up to the call center. We then listend for an hour on another agents calls. It was fun. I can't wait to not be the "new kid." for some reason I just don't like the feeling of being not up to par.. weird? First day we met with our team and managers. My team is #1 in the center. BIG shoes to fill. My manager is sooo funny. I am excited about it. &lt;br /&gt;
2:00 PM Fifteen minute break. I went and got FREE juice. Then went to the bathroom. While at the bathroom, I walked in on a girl in my training class. In complete shock, i actually sat there for a second with out closing. I now feel like a creep. She was like, "oh sorry." and i said, "no,&amp;nbsp;i am sorry!" (while the door was still open) Then I told her that we had bonded. i heard no laugh...&lt;br /&gt;
2:15 PM- you guessed it MORE modules. We are learning A TON. we have a test on it all tomorrow. open book. open notes. I will ace it!&lt;br /&gt;
3:15 PM- Write a short reflective writing to the trainers. &lt;br /&gt;
3:30 PM- GO HOME!!!&lt;br /&gt;
Side note.. tomorrow after work i am going to work out in the FREE onsight physical center. :) &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
so... yes i am in love with my job. I honestly can't wait to graduate to the call center. 3 1/2 more weeks!!!! &lt;br /&gt;
bye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695807617339422490-1721469104658912568?l=stephsabloggin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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they include.&lt;br /&gt;
1. hair dye.&lt;br /&gt;
2. Loud Music&lt;br /&gt;
3. Doing my hair for no reason at all&lt;br /&gt;
4. Doing my make up for no reason at all&lt;br /&gt;
5. camera&lt;br /&gt;
6.blogging&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
All these things wrapped together get you... this...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_9WY4tKyHuw/TW3egg7dRXI/AAAAAAAAANE/hVDzv5VNy2A/s1600/DSCN0205.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" l6="true" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/-_9WY4tKyHuw/TW3egg7dRXI/AAAAAAAAANE/hVDzv5VNy2A/s320/DSCN0205.JPG" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;America's Next Top Model?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;No.. Deer in headlights?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;ha ha i love that i can entertain myself!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695807617339422490-5826513545208214266?l=stephsabloggin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddVOujZdMZk/TWVe4EFaWTI/AAAAAAAAAM8/UEfq-x_lW18/s1600/DSCN0159.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" j6="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ddVOujZdMZk/TWVe4EFaWTI/AAAAAAAAAM8/UEfq-x_lW18/s320/DSCN0159.JPG" width="197" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I look good :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We had to go down to Provo because the SLC Studio 600 was..well.. Sketchy.&lt;br /&gt;
Well, you have to understand that when Justine and I go out we are silly. It's just us two. We dance how we want, and get a lot of people to stare in amazement of our awesomeness. We actually had quite a few group of guys that attempt to dance with us. Or you get that one brave soul that comes up, and we just stare at&amp;nbsp;him like he is crazy. People just try so hard to be as cool as us. ha ha&lt;br /&gt;
It was a great time!! I love going out with my girl. It is always a good time!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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It's me again. After a few weeks of ups and downs I feel like life is at a constant rate of "GREAT"&lt;br /&gt;
Do I officially know what I am doing? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;
Do I know where life is taking me? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;
Do I have super long eyelashes? Nope.&lt;br /&gt;
Am I having fun? YES.&lt;br /&gt;
Am I happy? YES YES.&lt;br /&gt;
Am I dating new people? Yep.&lt;br /&gt;
Do I still enjoy Cafe Rio? You Betch ya!&lt;br /&gt;
Do I have a new calling? Yeparoohoo.&lt;br /&gt;
Is there a possibility I am getting a new job? Yes&lt;br /&gt;
So as you can see I am doing good!!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Anywho.. the best part is that while running today i ran almost a full MILE without stopping! Now, all of you runners out there probably aren't impressed. If i told you that i haven't ran in a LONG LONG LONG LONG time would that make a difference?&lt;br /&gt;
Well.. whether you are impressed or not! I am!! oh boy am i tired!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695807617339422490-2769607250480641479?l=stephsabloggin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Such as today...&lt;br /&gt;
I was getting out of my car.. and there it was a WEDGIE!!! hate them.&lt;br /&gt;
Anywho.. i decided that no one was around so i could pull it :) I positioned myself so that the backside was facing my car, and i pulled. Success.&lt;br /&gt;
As i turned around.. there was a girl in the car kitty corner to me.&lt;br /&gt;
Did she see?&lt;br /&gt;
oh well.. who cares! I just walked away with my head held high!!&lt;br /&gt;
Had it been a cute boy.. maybe i would have cared a tad bit more.&lt;br /&gt;
Now that i am done.. telling this story i am not sure why i shared it on the web, but it is kinda funny right?&lt;br /&gt;
goodnight!&lt;br /&gt;
and safe pickin's :)&lt;br /&gt;
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I just need to come up with 15,000 dollars! Student loan? that would mean I would be 18,000 dollars in debt, but is it worth it?&lt;br /&gt;
So basically for a living i would work in a spa or doctors office helping people with hair, and skin. Another plus.. i need "models" so that i can practice!! (that would be you friends out there)&lt;br /&gt;
I am thinking about Elase Academy. It is about 5 minutes away from my house. I could go to school from 9 to 3 and then work at night. This is feeling pretty good!! Also, 98% of their students pass the state test, and 86% end up finding jobs.&lt;br /&gt;
Yes, No? &lt;br /&gt;
hmm... what do you guys think?&lt;br /&gt;
Time to fast and pray, i guess!!&lt;br /&gt;
cya!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1695807617339422490-5604629452905552407?l=stephsabloggin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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