Wednesday, April 22, 2009

dedicated to sarah

full name: elizabeth ryan soon-to-be hoerman

birthdate: Oct. 12, 1983

birth place: seattle, wa

relationship status: engaged to danzor

religious views: i'm mormon so there you go

hair color: brown

eye color: greenish brown

height: 5'6

bff: stevie g

favorite school subject: best content of a class i ever took was by far american literary history, the teacher blew though, almost wrecked it for me

favorite vacation destination: grandma and grandpa's condo in palm springs

favorite food: chocolate

last movie i saw in theaters: slumdog millionaire, highly recommend it

favorite restaurant: denny's

favorite animal: giraffe, thats why i'm marrying danny, cause he's tall

favorite celebrity: leo, still love him since my colossal Titanic crush

describe yourself in one word: raw

biggest fear: living my life apathetically

biggest mistake: getting so worked up about things, numerous times

proudest accomplishment: graduating from byu, staying in provo was no small feat

#1 priority in your life: getting my crap together

dream job: travel writer

special talents: i can touch my nose with my tongue, dont ask how i discovered that

famous person you want to meet: dirk bowles

place to visit before you die: space



tag: danny, rachel, diane

Friday, April 17, 2009

Saturday, April 4, 2009

As Of Late

After quite the absence of blogging I am back. The last little bit has been eventful to say the least. Here's a quick run down

In the last 6 months I:
* Graduated from BYU and got the heck out of there
* Continued doing the exact same job making the exact same amount of money I was making before I graduated
* Spent lots of time with my family
* Survived a snowy winter
* Fell in love and got engaged (Big day = May 2nd, wahoo!)
* Got a job in Alaska for the summer
* Passed my bus driver test and got an official Commercial's Drivers License
* Learned that if you're not in school and your employer doesn't offer healthcare, you should pray you don't get sick cause you are kinda screwed
* As the poem below indicates, started doing Yoga and am loving it
* Have turned into the budget wedding planner extraordinaire (if you've got any tips let me know)
* Sold my car, it was time
* Have sort of dropped out of contact with lots of people I love on account of business and have resolved to fix it
* Read 2 books on bear attacks and developed a phobia that may keep me in my cabin in Alaska
* Feel happy about where I am in my life, grateful for the people in it, and hopeful that all the curbs I've hit in bus driver training are not an indicator that I might take a bus load of people over the mountainside in Denali National Park

On Braving Yoga Class

All in the name of energy and centeredness
I sheepishly peak my head into the salty Yoga room
for the third time,
finally walking my black stretch pants in.
Looking around, pretending I've been here before I see others remove their shoes,
I remove my shoes.
Dark haired girl in the front finds a mat and black block from a hidden closet,
I get a mat and a block.
Lights dim, chimes arise from the grill of the speakers and I sit.

Find your hidden cobra,
I wiggle over on my stomach looking to my left and my right.
Leap into down dog,
Drop into up dog,
Counter-intuitive but I'm willing to try, butt in the air, feet sliding off the mat.

Rolling, stretching, breathing,
feeling happy I don't breath as loud as baldy over in the corner with his short shorts and tube socks.
Focus Betsy, he can breath as loud as he pleases,
In this place there is freedom.
In this place I breath.