Julie.

4 years ago, I moved to St. George, Utah.
I had no friends.
Then a girl in my ward ended up taking me to soccer conditioning one early morning at 6 A.M.
And we've been friends ever since.

She was my first friend here in STG.
EVER.
Followed by our other bestie Ryan.
We went through everything in high school.
Soccer.
Rush/Club Soccer.
Friends.
Dances.
Boys.
Boys.
Boys.
Trips.
Boys.

Occasionally we went to California with our other bestie Ryan.

We did crazy things at SUU Camp.

EFY and Ward Activities were always enjoyable.

Spring Break '09= DISNEYLAND.

I can't tell you how many countless movies we watched in her basement Junior year.

She graduated with all of them and left me behind.

This girl was with me through thick and thin.
I can't tell you how many long talks and girls nights we had.
She's one of the few people who's seen every side of me and still loves me.
She's amazing at EVERYTHING she sets her mind to.
And I just love her to death.

Yesterday, she was married.
And it was the MOST BEAUTIFUL wedding.
I cried on multiple occasions.

Friday night before she got married, she called me.
And we talked for a little bit on the phone.
She told me this was our last conversation when she wasn't married.
And I hung up the phone and started crying.
My mom heard me sniffling and came in and told me to stop.
She said Julie wasn't dead.
Just married.
You know what?
She's right.
And I couldn't be more happy for her.

Jules.
I love you to death.
Happy marriage to you and Verle.
He's a lucky guy.
Have a blast in Cali.
I'll see you soon.

Love you. :]
..chelle..

Outlook.

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Cheers to Monday.
..chelle..

Trip.

Saturday:
Overnight flight.
Landed.
JFK to LGA.
LGA to BOS.
Beacon Hill.
Old West Church.
And of course....HARVARD.

Sunday:
Bus tour.
Freedom Trail.
Old North Church.
Mike's Pastries.
Paul Revere's house.
Fenway.
Boston Commons.
BOS to CT.

Monday:
City with Mel and Laurin.
Dean and Deluca.
Baked by Melissa.
Fashion Avenue.
Madison Square Garden.
Macy's.
Subway alll overrrr.
SoHo.
FHE singles ward style.

Tuesday:
Shopping spreeeee.
Trains.
Yankees.
Victory: 12-4.
Broken train.
Lateee arrival: 2 AM.

Wednesday:
New York City at its finest.
Phantom of the Opera.
Shopping. Again.
Rockefeller Plaza.
Purse bargaining.
Macy's summer sales.
Sleeping over with Aly and Lauren. :]

Thursday:
Sleepover hangover.
Post-Corner Pizza.
Traffic.
JFK to LAS.
Home.

1 down, 3 to go.
..chelle..

Job.

Because this consumes my entire life....
I'm blogging about this.
Lame.
I know.

I work at SkyWest Airlines, in case you didn't know.
It's actually kind of fun.
I'm an administrative assistant to the Director of Customer Relations.
Mouthfull.
Basically:
I answer the phone, type some nice letters and some rejection letters, and log and file stuff.
Secretary to the max.
But I love it.
Even though I have to work 40 hours a week.
And while everyone is out at the lake and doing fun things,
I'm cooped up inside.
Working.
The ladies I work with are hilarious.
Carrie, Cassie and Linda make my life so interesting.
They give me advice on everything from boys to beer.
Yep.
I'm the only LDS person in my department.
I love it.
Seriously.
I love them.
And my boss, Kelly, is AMAZING!
I love her.
She's one of the most awesome ladies ever.
She is such a "sweet tart" (her famous words for describing someone nice).
She even brought us all Starbucks yesterday cause she's just cool like that.

Poopy phone pictures of my office. Lame. I know. But I love it. And it's not usually this dark. It was raining this day.

Anyways.
Sorry this post isn't very exciting.
I blogged most of this last night waiting for my flight to Boston.
Whatta day.
4 hours of sleep.
4 mondo blisters.
And a whole bunch of walking.
But SO worth.
Post about that later...
Peace.
..chelle..

Cliff.

Sometimes, your friends persuade you to go cliff jumping.
So you do.
And then they pressure you to do scary things...
Like jump off a 55 foot cliff.
And hey.
You gotta impress those cute boys.
So you do.
You end up in with bruises and cuts since you slapped the water so hard.
But you weren't a chicken.
So you're proud.
And the thrill was so amazing that you can't wait to go again.

Yeah.
I know how you feel.

Cliff jumping = my anti-drug.
..chelle..