tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10573503342240674462024-03-14T03:05:58.969-07:00Notes from the Life of LindaLinda Mortimerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088784681682344868noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057350334224067446.post-44831593053017205662012-06-28T22:54:00.000-07:002012-06-28T22:54:03.699-07:00Changed Blogs...For anyone who may still check this blog... (and I highly doubt there is anyone who does) I don't use it anymore. Instead I use www.lanceandlinda.blogspot.comLinda Mortimerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088784681682344868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057350334224067446.post-42192470547562049692010-02-22T20:53:00.000-08:002010-02-22T21:07:05.782-08:00New and Exciting!I have 2 more months before I am a married lady! I'm excited about that one! I went home this last weekend to California for my bridal shower and it was great! California was a beautiful 70 degrees. I loved the sunshine.<br /><br />Meanwhile, back in Idaho, I am taking a sewing class. I have sucessfully sewn a pillowcase and pajama pants! I am faliing in love with sewing, and am seriously thinking about taking the home decor sewing class next semester.<br /><br /><br />Lance, on the other hand, has learned how to french braid my hair this semester! I had my roommate Amber teach him how, and he did surprisingly well.<br /><br /><div align="center"> </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441300286451533570" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBCImUjJfCbpN_UNH9hpe41hkUzZIpxgxjmNTveab_hbdZW4oU6pMbudwXXPU_bcVWrS_dxZqNI8exdV8mQ12nUetAv5T2AEYzpet8bafY4Sb9FN_XItxvAH4gZa5lAvJnSoB3MbBTroI/s400/Braiding.jpg" /> <div align="center">Amber, Lance, and I taking part in the french braid lesson.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"> </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Linda Mortimerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088784681682344868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057350334224067446.post-68891886125328290892009-10-09T21:32:00.000-07:002009-10-09T22:41:25.648-07:00Engaged!<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">It's been forever since I've done a blog. I realise this. But I think it'll just take time for me to get use to having one. I'm still not accustom to this blogging world.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">It can work! Within Mormon culture it is very typical for missionaries to get "dear John-ed". But I am now engaged to my missionary and high school sweetheart. He proposed July 17, 2009 and we will be getting married in the Oakland, CA temple on April 17, 2010.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Now for how he proposed. First, he took me out to dinner at Olive Garden. (Italian happens to be my favorite kind of food). While we were eating there happened to be a very cute five-year old sitting across from us. I simple smiled at the boy, and Lance claims it was flirting. Anywho, Lance jokingly made a big deal about it, and I simply replied with my left hand in plain sight "Better hurry up." I was simply teasing him about proposing soon. I had no idea that he was planning on proposing that night. I thought that he'd wait until my birthday or our anniversary.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">After Olive Garden we went back to his house. We were planning on attending a dance that night, but we had a few hours before we needed to leave. So, we decided to read scriptures before the dance, anticipating that we'd be to tired to read them afterword. After we finished reading Lance claimed he needed to use the bathroom, so he headed up stairs and I waited for him. When he came down, he decided that we should go on a walk before the dance. So we went.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">But this was no regular walk. This was a walk up the hills behind his house. Within those hills there is a bench where you can sit and see the entire city. Lance planned on walking up there and watching the sunset. But once we got to the top of the hill, another couple was already sitting on our bench! I quickly suggested that we just go home. Lance on the other hand, pointed to an even taller hill and said we should go up there. I was not thrilled by this idea, but we started the walk up the next hill. While we walked I made it very known that I wanted to stop. The shoes I was wearing gave me horrible blister, and I kept getting rocks in my shoes. This was not my idea of fun. So, Lance being the sweet guy he is, stoped and said we could watch the sunset from where we were. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">We hugged, and I could hear his heart racing. It sounded like he had just ran a marathon rather than a leisurely walk up a hill. So I asked him why his heart was pounding, and he simply answered my question with another question. "It is?" And then he changed the subject. That should have been my first clue.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Then I felt his hand reach into his pocket, and again I asked why. This time, he came up with a lie on the spot. "I'm just checking to make sure your cell phone is still there." (I had asked him to hold my cell phone for me before we went on the walk). Like a trusting girlfriend, I believed him. That should have been my second huge clue!</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">Then he got down on one knee with the ring in his hand and proposed!!! The happiest day in my life thus far!</span></span> </span><br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390834923262072706" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQsuFWtoPqIB2OzjZKHhRNNqVq2_bVbdmoIpkGbTh9nKh-87N22NHHXmJ0-FS5ceKxQSrAwpfj5inHIKulpamVH3jfLjPfs5x-2SAz-0pOvfk-4xHEEwS0ao8wDcic5QlxPL92jiyzCZ4/s400/IMG_0077.jpg" /><br /><br /><br /><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390835420232680370" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA0qJRBjU2Q5vsbw961BTvmqPAudXG_pfKpREpJoDyAFfskCN1l91-RCAsFbUH9xDFu5lYdAfrNQiOexsOFizU6Hes6knhGvsb_A55_0w9ToMwWrl-0RUYgGseB9b9VXTqc3uok6T8A6A/s400/IMG_0158.jpg" /></p>Linda Mortimerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088784681682344868noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057350334224067446.post-36285438489702942522009-04-05T19:34:00.000-07:002009-04-05T19:51:51.901-07:00And it All Comes to an End...<span style="font-family:arial;">There are officially only 4 days left of this semester. It’s all coming to a close, and I couldn’t be more thrilled. With a lot of “firsts” for both the good and the bad, it has most certainly been my hardest semester thus far. It was the first semester I’ve worked, the first semester I lived with girls I knew, and the first semester I had my heart broken.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">I’ve loved my roommates this semester. We had our differences and hard times, but overall it has been amazing living with them. We’ve had some crazy fun times. A few words that describe this apartment this semester are: late nights, Grey’s Anatomy, Twilight, sugar coma, taco bell, mold, dancing with Katie, crying, Cold Stone, plants, WWAD, ants, hormones, and drama, drama, drama.<br />I’ve been sick these last couple of days, and it keeps getting worse. Today I almost went through an entire box of Kleenex. I just pray that I won’t get my roommates sick with me, because being sick during finals is not a good idea.<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">My sister Cindy is getting married on the 11th and I don’t even get done with finals until the 9th. So, as soon as I’m done I’m taking the 14 hour drive to California. But I’m ok with that, because Katie and I will be listening to Twilight the whole way! I’m super excited for that! And really I’m just excited to be home. I love school, but home will always be my favorite place to be. Not to mention, I’m excited to see the Mortimer’s as well as my family.</span>Linda Mortimerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088784681682344868noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1057350334224067446.post-71994620223203304612009-04-03T10:44:00.001-07:002009-04-03T14:39:44.278-07:00I've Done It<div align="left"><span style="font-family:arial;">Yes, it's true. I've given into the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">blogging</span> world. Now only if I could learn how to use this site...I'm sure I'll get the hang of it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">eventually</span>.<br /><br />My sister Janel is actually the one that inspired me to create a blog. Her blog is always so cute, and I love being able to see pictures of my nieces! So, I thought I'd start one. Plus, I'm not really good at keeping a journal, and I thought this might help me in that <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">endeavor</span>.<br /><br />This next week will be the last of my sophmore year in college. It's crazy how fast time flies by. It seems like just yesterday I was graduating from high school!</span></div>Linda Mortimerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00088784681682344868noreply@blogger.com0