tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-50539578816542309972024-03-12T22:05:25.167-06:00Elizabeth AnneLizzie Sokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03898499115054067083noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053957881654230997.post-77283005388808227822016-01-02T01:30:00.001-07:002016-01-02T01:30:51.733-07:00Two Thousand & Sixteen <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
My New Year's resolutions include replying to instagram comments, traveling to a different country, and declaring my major in business and marketing education with a minor in photography. </div>
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But do not be fooled by the pictures and blog posts and witty sentences, because I do NOT; repeat DO NOT have my life all together. By the grace and love of Heavenly Father I make it through each day, each week, each year. </div>
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My biggest New Year's resolution of them all-is to just follow the right path that he want's me to go on, and I will take it; no matter where that leads me. </div>
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So here is to Two Thousand and Sixteen.</div>
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Let's pray it's a good one.</div>
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Lizzie Sokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03898499115054067083noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053957881654230997.post-62760868936082141842015-12-28T01:22:00.000-07:002015-12-28T01:22:43.067-07:0025 days of Christmas<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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The month of December I had a BIG video project I was working on, and on Christmas day I finally finished it. It was the infamous 25 days of Christmas, except I turned it into a video log almost. Everyday I filmed a little snapshot of what I did for the day and then compiled it into a big video.<br />
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Day 1: I got a new laptop<br />
Day 2: I took club photos at AFHS<br />
Day 3: Grams took us out to Texas Roadhouse<br />
Day 4: Went to see "Krampus" with Kiefer<br />
Day 5: Closed at Work<br />
Day 6: LDS Christmas Devotional<br />
Day 7: Relaxing spa day feat. Lush Bomb<br />
Day 8: Canyon with Sister and friends<br />
Day 9: Closed at Work<br />
Day 10: Rainy Temple Square<br />
Day 11: Sleepover with Kasey<br />
Day 12: Chocolate chip cookies and movie marathon with dad<br />
Day 13: Becca got married<br />
Day 14: Packed and Shipped Mckay's package<br />
Day 15: Finished Finals<br />
Day 16: Thanksgiving Point Lights<br />
Day 17: Met Joe at Huntsman<br />
Day 18: Star Wars premiere<br />
Day 19: Gift Wrapping<br />
Day 20: Insane Snowfall & Singles ward<br />
Day 21: Cookie day at the Dayleys<br />
Day 22: Ice Skating with Addie and Emma<br />
Day 23: Rogers family Christmas party<br />
Day 24: Christmas eve PJ's<br />
Day 25: CHRISTMAS<br />
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It was a more than joyful 25 days!!<br />
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Link to watch the video <a href="https://vimeo.com/150034579" target="_blank">HERE</a>Lizzie Sokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03898499115054067083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053957881654230997.post-22093394135172790562015-11-29T03:49:00.000-07:002018-01-30T00:38:32.796-07:00The Week of Thanks Happy Thanksgiving week!!<br />
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This week there was so much to be thankful for...<br />
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Like the fact that my dad got to spend the holiday at home with us<br />
and we got to eat a fantastic meal and watch movies together all day<br />
and just the fact that I got to be with my family!!<br />
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We even decided that we are thankful for cancer. Because we have been a happier family because of it. We appreciate life and moments more, and we have become closer these past 2 years than we ever have been, and we have grown closer to God because of it. <br />
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and the fact that I got to see my cousins and we did our annual black friday all nighter<br />
and the fact that my cousins are some of my best friends <br />
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and the fact that I got to see all of my girl friends AT THE SAME TIME<br />
and we had a blast making a music video!<br />
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<a href="https://vimeo.com/147004179" target="_blank">WATCH MUSIC VIDEO HERE </a><br />
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And I can't forget the fact that I have the best co-workers who keep me sane<br />
and the fact that all my college classes got canceled last week and this week<br />
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So the point is that there really are a lot of things to be thankful for-if you try to look for them.<br />
This is only a TINY portion of the things I was thankful for this week.<br />
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P.s. Yes my family is "Those People" who have their Christmas decorations up and Christmas music playing already. (and proud of it)<br />
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<br />Lizzie Sokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03898499115054067083noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053957881654230997.post-12487208594717991172015-11-11T23:33:00.000-07:002018-01-30T00:43:14.932-07:00Story Time [Nampa]That super awkward moment when you think it's Tuesday, and your parents inform you that it's actually Wednesday and you realize you are a day late on story time, even though you thought you were on the right day. So I apologize for being a day late on story time, but this one is quite hilarious.<br />
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Two years ago I heard about a beloved EFY friends mission farewell, and I wanted to go so bad!! SO BAD!!! But there was one problem and that was that the farewell was in Boise, Idaho. So who better to ask to accompany me on the weekend trip to Idaho than my two best friends, Candice and Shelby.<br />
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They were just as excited as I was! So the day that we were to leave for the trip came and we were a little slow hitting the road. (meaning my bed was abnormally comfortable that morning and we didn't leave until about 3.)<br />
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We underestimated how long the drive would feel... haha because we were going mad. We blasted disney and broadway soundtracks and sang along at the top of our lungs.<br />
Also if you are belting "Defying Gravity" from Wicked and going 100 mph, then be sure to sing to the speed limit sign when its says "YOU CAN'T HOLD ME DOWN". It's quite satisfying.<br />
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I take the next exit from Nampa. I end up at a red light and the street name is "U stick". Then to top it off there's a hotel called "U Stick Inn". So now we are all crying because we are laughing so hard and we're all screaming "LET'S STAY AT U STICK INN!!!"<br />
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Anyways we finally get back to chili's. At this point it's about 11:15 at night. We have gone through every emotion possible and are so hungry our stomachs hurt. Our waiters bring us water and Candice spills her water all over her. She was D.O.N.E. after that, but me and Shelby were dying!!!!<br />
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We eat. Our moods improve A TON. We get back to our hotel and start getting ready for bed. If you know me well, you know I'm a picture addict. So I set up the self timer and we take a couple cute pictures and on the last one, my foot falls on Shelby's stomach and I knock the wind right out of her. It was so funny and I felt so bad, but I couldn't stop laughing.<br />
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So the next morning was the farewell! We woke up and went and it was great and I got a picture with my EFY company. Then we left and started for home!!! We headed HOME!! This is the funniest part to me because we were only in Boise for a total of about 12 hours and it was a 3 day weekend, so we totally could have stayed an extra day! Poor decision by us. Don't let us plan your road trip.<br />
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So lesson from the story: If you take a road trip with friends make sure you book a hotel BEFORE you get there, bring snacks and showtunes, and please check your school schedule because you could be able to stay an extra day on vacation. <br />
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<br />Lizzie Sokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03898499115054067083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053957881654230997.post-22983551370141037782015-11-02T23:23:00.001-07:002015-11-02T23:23:37.422-07:00Nineteen**This post is 100% inspired by one of my best friends, Hayley Tanner ( <a href="http://wendydarlingandthelostboys.blogspot.com/" target="_blank">Hayley's Blog </a>)**<br />
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My nineteenth birthday was so spectacular!! I say every year "Best Birthday Ever". But this year was definitely the best ;)and in honor of being 19, here are nineteen things that I was grateful for/great things that happened today.<br />
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<li> I got to sleep in </li>
<li>The note from my Mom </li>
<li>My institute friends remembered </li>
<li>The M&M's from the relief society </li>
<li>The facebook and instagram posts </li>
<li>The fact that I made it home from school with the gas light on </li>
<li>My Family </li>
<li>I got my Senior Year scrapbook (printed by <a href="http://www.mixbook.com/" target="_blank">Mixbook</a>) </li>
<li>I also got my first polaroid camera </li>
<li>Desi's Email </li>
<li>REALLY big "19" balloons </li>
<li>My dad's blood count numbers being the best they've ever been</li>
<li>ALL THE LOVELY TEXTS </li>
<li>The doctors clearing my dad to be able to go to a movie (At the theater!) </li>
<li>Going to Texas Roadhouse with my cousins, Aunt, Mom, sister, and Grandma</li>
<li>Bursting into tears getting the sweetest birthday email from Mckay </li>
<li>Having a <i>Goldbergs</i> and <i>The Middle</i> marathon with my parents </li>
<li>Using the "Fizzbanger" Bath bomb from Lush </li>
<li>AND NOW IM 19!!!!!!!!! </li>
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I truly cannot express in words just how grateful I was for ALL of the texts, tweets, instagram posts and comments, and facebook posts and EVERYTHING that everybody did for me today! I wish I could hug everybody individually and tell you how much I cherish you!<br />
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Thank you!!!!!! It was truly a magnificent birthday!<br />
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This weekend was unbelievably good and bittersweet! It was filled with screams and laughs and tears and goodbyes and my best friends. <br />
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Side note: Have you ever tried indoor stargazing?<br />
Because you should. <br />
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Who knew 400 glow in the dark plastic stars could be so magical in a basement.<br />
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Also, "<i>The Visit</i>" is the scariest movie I've ever seen. Just sayin. :End Side note. <br />
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But after many beautiful conversations with a lot of beautiful people, I kept hearing things like "I just needed one more semester of high school." or "I wish I would have lived at home for one semester."<br />
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This just got me thinking (Like most conversations do...)<br />
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Are we ever really ready for anything?<br />
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Are we ever REALLY ready or prepared for anything??<br />
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Are we ever really ready to graduate high school?<br />
Or ready to go to college?<br />
Are we ever really ready to say goodbye to our friends, no matter how far away they are?<br />
Or say goodbye to best friends going on missions?<br />
Are we ever really ready to move out?<br />
or start providing for ourselves?<br />
Are we ever fully prepared to present a school project?<br />
Or serve fully in a church calling?<br />
Or how about get promoted at a job?<br />
Maybe make new friends?<br />
Are we ever really ready for an emergency situation?<br />
Like, a break in, or death of a loved one, etc.<br />
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The truth is-I don't think we are ever REALLY ready for any of those things, and I know that I have NEVER been truly deeply READY for any of the things above. <br />
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A lot of you could argue against me on a couple of those subjects.<br />
But dig deep and truly ask yourself if you "felt" ready? Or if you were 100% physically, mentally, and emotionally ready for any of the above things?<br />
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If you were- GREAT! That's awesome.<br />
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But one of my favorite teachers once told me "You are never truly ready for anything. You just have to have faith, face it head on, and never give up."<br />
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A lot of things, I still have yet to figure out how to "be ready" for. Maybe for some things it is impossible.<br />
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But my basic life motto quote is-and always will be- "There is always room for improvement." <br />
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Low key not ready to end this blog post...<br />
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So here's my shoutout to Jordan because he leaves for his mission on Wednesday and I was for sure not ready to say goodbye to him. <br />
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If there is one thing that I learned from the infamous Aaron (pronounced Ay-Ay-Ron), who was our Jostens rep for yearbook last year, was the classic saying... <br />
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"Just because you can, doesn't mean you should."<br />
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Well in yearbook terms that meant not using clipart and the heart shaped photo box.<br />
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However, I've been thinking about this term a lot lately! In fact, I used it today!<br />
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When I went to reach for more chips out of the pringles can, I just thought to myself "Just because I can, doesn't mean I should."<br />
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Or when you're about to hit play on the next episode of that netflix series you just watched, even though you've already watched 4 episodes today.<br />
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"Just because you can, doesn't mean you should."<br />
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This can be applied to a lot of things in life, the little things (as demonstrated above), but it can also be applied to a lot of other somewhat more major things in life.<br />
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So right about now I could give you some speech about major decisions in your life and how you should make them based on the quote above, but honestly; I'm not "above" you in any way! We are all smart people here! I just encourage you to take that quote and APPLY it more than anything! It's useful, I can promise you that.<br />
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Watch out for heart shaped photo boxes, they're doozies. Lizzie Sokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03898499115054067083noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053957881654230997.post-45565514032927404062015-09-10T20:31:00.000-06:002015-09-10T20:31:17.737-06:00Knick Knacks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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From a distance it looks like a cluttered shelf of a teenage girl who can't throw anything away. <br />
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Okay that statement is half true... (I;m just really sentimental) <br />
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But it's not a cluttered shelf.... <br />
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It's my very large collection of Bath and Body Works hand sanitizers and body mists, <br />
A package ready to send to Mexico, <br />
A book of love quotes all marked up, <br />
A watercolor painting of my favorite night from senior year, <br />
A broken drumstick from the best concert ever, <br />
A dried flower bouquet from a very creative night with friends, <br />
A countdown to make the days seem faster, <br />
Photostrips and polaroids of my favorite people, <br />
A signed picture frame with kind words from my young women, <br />
All of my corsages from high school dances, <br />
Picture frames and photos given to me for my birthdays, <br />
and my favorite quote embellished with gold glitter. <br />
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I call it my "Knick Knack" shelf, and it means a whole lot to me. <br />
<br />Lizzie Sokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03898499115054067083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053957881654230997.post-21707916573872845102015-09-07T23:24:00.002-06:002015-09-07T23:29:40.235-06:00I do this thingI appreciate words more than anything! I love kind words! quotes, talks, letters, texts, etc.<br />
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The only problem with my love of words is that I love them so much I get intimidated by them.</div>
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Kinda how when you were in middle school and that guy that was at the top of your MASH list every time you played, talks to you and your brain literally shut down because oh my gosh pedestal boy talked to you! </div>
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Well that's how I am with words... People are SO kind. REALLY! I can't even put into words (lol I literally can not) the gratitude I have for the sweet messages and advice and words of comfort I receive every day. </div>
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I just do this thing... where I freak out and won't even OPEN the text message due to inability to know how to respond. It's ridiculous, really. </div>
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But texts will just sit. </div>
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On my phone. </div>
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With the red notification badge in the top right corner. </div>
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Just building. </div>
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And building. </div>
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Until a couple days later when I finally get the guts and fire reply that I needed 3 days ago to respond. </div>
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But I also do this OTHER thing. Where I will read the text and mentally reply! MENTALLY REPLY!! That's NOT a thing! So then a couple hours later when I could have sworn I told Emma that I would meet her at the slurp-I come to find out that it was all a figure of my imagination and I actually can't send text messages with my mind. </div>
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So this is kind of an explanation post. </div>
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Kind of an apology post. </div>
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I do this thing and that thing and then both of those things just lead to not good things and so I'm explaining and apologizing for the two things that I do that I shouldn't.<br />
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Lizzie Sokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03898499115054067083noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5053957881654230997.post-66151507110307110412015-09-07T01:05:00.001-06:002018-01-30T00:40:29.976-07:00A Few of my Favorite Things<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Writing letters<br />
Post-its<br />
Waking up in a dew covered tent smelling like campfire<br />
Driving with the windows down and the music LOUD<br />
Stomping in puddles wearing a prom dress<br />
The scent of fresh baked cookies<br />
BLUE eyes<br />
Photo strips<br />
Gold glitter<br />
Fortunes from chinese restaurants<br />
Flannels and boots and scarves<br />
Orange leaf spoons<br />
Sweater Weather<br />
Pink flowers<br />
Holding hands<br />
Hand sanitizer from bath and body works<br />
Tiny boxes and things that fit in tiny boxes<br />
Listening to my cat purr<br />
My instagram feed<br />
Thick comforters and wool socks<br />
Cute boys that work at frozen yogurt shops<br />
Making people feel special on their birthday<br />
Concert Vibes<br />
Polaroid photos<br />
New journals<br />
The names on paint chips<br />
When the trees change colors<br />
Fleece Blankets<br />
The songs that match your heart beat<br />
Phone calls and facetimes<br />
Apple pie caramel apples<br />
A White Christmas<br />
QUOTES<br />
Hearing my friends giggle<br />
My dream closet on pinterest<br />
Smiling at strangers<br />
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The 3 other family members that live with meLizzie Sokhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03898499115054067083noreply@blogger.com1