Mourning a dear friend....

still mourning the loss
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Here is an Obituary that was printed in the London Times . . . it is a clever and interesting write up but sadly it is so true! His demise has been upcoming through the past several years in our society....in fact I thought he had died years ago!! My mom had this on her blog so i decided to put it on mine. . .
"Today we mourn the passing of a beloved old friend, Common Sense, who has been with us for many years. No one knows for sure how old he was, since his birth records were long ago lost in bureaucratic red tape. He will be remembered as having cultivated such valuable lessons as: - Knowing when to come in out of the rain; - Why the early bird gets the worm; - Life isn't always fair; - and maybe it was my fault. Common Sense lived by simple, sound financial policies (don't spend more than you can earn) and reliable strategies (adults, not children, are in charge). His health began to deteriorate rapidly when well-intentioned but overbearing regulations were set in place. Reports of a 6-year-old boy charged with sexual harassment for kissing a classmate; teens suspended from school for using mouthwash after lunch; and a teacher fired for reprimanding an unruly student, only worsened his condition. Common Sense lost ground when parents attacked teachers for doing the job that they themselves had failed to do in disciplining their unruly children. It declined even further when schools were required to get parental consent to administer sun lotion or an aspirin to a student; but could not inform parents when a student became pregnant and wanted to have an abortion. Common Sense lost the will to live as the churches became businesses; and criminals received better treatment than their victims. Common Sense took a beating when you couldn't defend yourself from a burglar in your own home and the burglar could sue you for assault. Common Sense finally gave up the will to live, after a woman failed to realize that a steaming cup of coffee was hot. She spilled a little in her lap, and was promptly awarded a huge settlement.. Common Sense was preceded in death by his parents, Truth and Trust, by his wife, Discretion, by his daughter, Responsibility, and by his son, Reason.. He is survived by his 4 stepbrothers; I Know My Rights, I Want It Now, Someone Else Is To Blame, I'm A Victim. Not many attended his funeral because so few realized he was gone. If you still remember him, pass this on" or post it on your blog. "If not, join the majority and do nothing." What caused his down hill slide and death in the first place!

Road Trip....with a sassy little lady.

Livy giving Willy some loves
Reunited after an almost 4 month absence. I missed you baby girl.
Olivia and her scrunchy, sassy face
beautiful baby just chillaxing in the car seat (just once or twice she wasn't so chillaxed, but she was a trooper for sure and did so good as this was her first "big roadtrip" she's gonna love college roadtrips i can already tell).
Rita, Willy and I, the "Y" is behind us...but we didn't think it necessary to document it (mom didn't put it in the pic, I wouldn't have either mom, no worries)



My mom, Rita, Olivia, my aunt Marie, cousins Tonya and Mandy came up to Salt Lake for the annual girls trip. I drove to Spokane then flew to SLC. How sweet it was to see little Olivia rocking out in her car seat. She is my favorite (besides the still unmet baby Gibson, but he is tied with Olivia for favorite). WE did fun things, and ate a lot, shopped a lot, visited alot and laughed alot. We also got to hang out with Willy, my little brother in all his Prove/BYU Glory. Thanks mom and dad for the fun trip.

My new home.

I love my new house. It's got wood floors, just enough space and most importantly no whiny dogs are living here. I got the cute rug at the Big Lots in Boise a few weeks ago. The bookshelf was a five dollar craigslist find, as well as the table which i scored yesterday for only five dollars. The little white chair as well as a small love seat (not shown) were a gift, maybe for the summer only but i still like them, from my friend Chase. The kayak was obviously the most expensive peice. The book shelf was a gift from Missy the girl with above mentioned dog. And the Dairy Queen Goodman Family Photo (priceless).

Rawsomeness...in action

Ok not really. But here is a bit of proof it happens once in awhile

Busy Studying....

Sorry i have been lame at posting. Summer time has been busy, with studying, working out, hanging out with friends, and a road trip (drove to Spokane, flew to SLC, drove to Provo and West Jordon, and back to Provo and back to SLC, and flew to Spokane and back to Moscow). I will post about the road trip soon. Just wanted to let all my AZ friends know that i will be back on July 23rd, and will be home for a month...so there will be popsicle parties, trips to the River and girls night outs, and of course heading to the institute. So if anyone wants to get together in AZ let me know.

The good blogging will continue shortly.

Rawsome attempt 468...

I will never give up on my rawsome dreams...so instead of 100 percent (which i am bound to fail at) here are the ground rules.

1. this is only for 30 days starting today June 22nd
2. try to eat as much raw food as possible
3. work out alot
4. drink lots of water
5. don't go out to eat, eat candy or sugar

Hopefully posting this will give me a little pressure to stick with it (never worked in the past- but i will just keep trying)

Ode to a Goodman

Happy Fathers Day Dad. I love my dad alot. Did you know that when i didn't get asked to one of the "important" school dances, my dad went on a 30 mile (thats how far i remember it) run with me along the canal. The night turned out awesome because i was out busy, training, and doing "family bonding" with my dad. He has run with me, juiced up veggies for me, given me advice, listened to me vent, called me out, given me a job, taught me how to make dilly bars and ice cream sandwiches, how to milk a cow, ride a horse, mow a yard, juice carrots and grass. Additionally, he has taught me about risk taking by being a good business man. He has taught me about loyalty and being quiet when nothing needs to be said. He has taught me to be honest and to love the Lord. I love my Dad. Thanks Dad.

Frustration on the Palouse.

Today was a little frustrating. First i go to plasma, and after a 30 min. wait, they call me in the back to say they can't find my file. A few moments later they call me in, to tell me they found it, and i don't have enough protein in my blood (from tests run in texas) and so i can't donate for awhile, just a little frustration.

Then I go down to the DMV to get my car registered in Idaho (for Residency purposes). I had spoken to Honda about a week ago and they said they could only send a copy, not the original title (my financing is through Honda). Anyways, the ladies at the DMV were insistent they needed the original title, and i told them, Honda was insistent that they would never let the original title out of their hands. So now what is a girl to do, i guess i will keep trying??

Then I got a headache, and back ache and eye ache all at the same time.

oh well. Can't have beautiful, lovely days all the time.

Two jobs.

I have 2 jobs this summer, besides redeem myself and gpa by doing well in summer school. My two jobs are working out (hence flexing my guns) and donating plasma (hence the bandage around my arm). Today these two jobs were conflicted. I had worked out for a few hours and then had a quick lunch...then headed over to the plasma center. Everything was going good until my pulse was one point too high. I had to wait 15 minutes, where i practiced slow, calm breathing. It worked and I donated.

Isn't one mark of a healthy, in shape individual, if their pulse comes down quickly... I guess I gotta get more in shape so the conflict doesn't happen again (or I could just wait 2 hours next time). Either way I love my jobs and I am not giving them up.

Have fun at your summer jobs, whatever they may be.
*after looking at these pictures I think I need another job, getting tan.

1 Goal.

When i decided to go to law school the biggest concern for me was the cost. Already with a bit of debt (floating a mortgage with no renters, moving to Reno, my love of last chance, etc.). So when most of the schools i got into cost about 30K per year for tuition and the cost of living would be about 15K... I got a little nervous.

I narrowed my choices down to two. And I had fasted to know if I should go to Temple in Philly or University of Oregon in Eugene. I never felt right about either, which had left me feeling unsure about the whole process.

Then in late May I got a very generous scholarship offer, from the already affordable University of Idaho. And it was almost a no brainer. I called my parents (who I consult with on most big decisions) and they were all for it. These are my parents after all, the most frugal, bargain shopping (especially my mom) people I know. So if they raised me to shop for bargains in every other area of my life, why would law school be any different.

I accepted the offer to come to U of I, in a small, liberal, northern town, 1 mile from the Washington border, 1 and a half hours south of Spokane and in the middle of something called the Palouse. I had one goal...keep my scholarship. The problem is that to keep it I had to be in the top third of my 104 people class. With attrition at this point my class is 100 people. Which meant i had to be top 33 when the gpa's of both semesters were combined.

Sounds easier than it is. My classmates are smart, and for all their partying, they work super hard. My class is smarter than past classes have been here (thats what I have heard from some teachers) and I didn't really succeed at undergrad...getting into school with a 2.59. Also grading seems arbitrary, so even though students know the law, sometimes they don't put it down on exams the way the teacher wants it, and come up with a lower than expected/deserved grade. But for all the excuses of why I wouldn't be in the top third, there was hope. I am sort of scrappy and can work really hard, and can be super obsessive, which leads to great work product, so i knew I had at least a fighting chance to be successful.

I have said the word "scholarship" more times, to many more people then i should have. Yet i know we talk about what we think about. Keeping my scholarship has been my one and only goal since i accepted their offer to attend school here. I hate that I think about my scholarship and keeping it to the point that it has caused more anxiety in my life then any other thing has. *those who know me, had to listen to me talk about it in almost every conversation, the last month at least. Thanks and I am sorry for that. And so i am making a commitment to never say the "S" word again after this post of course.

I am happy to say, even after getting my first C this semester, not to be confused with the C+ i got last semester, and watching my gpa plummet after the grades came in this time...I will be keeping my scholarship. Thanks Goodnesss. It feels so good to have completed my one goal. But i have learned that it is not always the best for the mental sanity to have only one goal. Best to be balanced. And i am enjoying a little more balance this summer, and look forward to being more balanced both my 2nd and 3rd years of law school.