Engaged

Nathan Eric McCoy

proposed to me on march 4th 2011 in his kitchen one morning as we were having breakfast. He asked me if I wanted some toast and I said yes. As he walked back with butter and jam filled bread i saw a something shiny on top of the toast. As I sat at the table, I asked him if that was a ring. He didn't say anything, but got down on one knee and said, "Ronda, will you marry me?" I said, "Yes, of coarse!" And then I kissed him as we both stood up and hugged each other.

Later he told me that he wanted to fly me out to Paris and propose on the Eiffel tower, or propose in the beaches of cancun, or while scuba diving, but I'm glad he stuck with something so simple like himself. We can save the eiffel tower for a celebration after we graduate school.

Unfortunately his pride and joy of a mtn bike was destroyed by a semi just a couple of weeks after proposing and now one of the first things on our list to invest in as a married couple is his new mandatory $4000 mountain bike. So huge vacations may be out of the question for a while. But nonetheless I still love the boy and we want to get married May 7, 2011.

Search Engines

Dont you wish you could have a search engine on the computer for any question in the world?
The question I always have on my mind is: Are you sure you know what you're getting yourself into, Ronda? Is this what you are supposed to be doing at this point in your life?
There are some things that I know I'm proud of what I've accomplished and other things that I should go to hell for, but this is the hardest part in life: Finding a career for the rest of your life, falling in love with the love of your life, your passions, and ultimate desires.
Sometimes I wish I could have a refresh button. Just to start fresh from the beginning and have someone on the mouse button to direct me where to go. God is always around, but he can't direct us all the time. That's the part that gets hard. He makes us think on our feet, create our own personalities, and do what we think is best.
I thought about running away from all of it. Starting over and leaving it all behind, but that won't accomplish anything. I'll just pick up from where I left off in a new area. Time to face whats going on now.
Remember the important things in life: eat healthy, exercise, sleep well, believe in something, and always find a way to laugh.

2010

Time to update this thing.
So Adam and I are still excellent friends. I guess we just weren't meant to be. I set him up with one of his friends and they ended up getting married in december 09. And he loves the married life so far:) It's so amazing how things always turn out.
Right now I'm dating an amazing guy named nate. He is so strong in everything he has had to go through in his life. I admire him.
But besides boys...I'm attending the UofU now and I'm working part time. I can hardly wait until I have a steady career. The future holds so much I just wish it could go faster sometimes.
This blog is gonna be a quick one because I need to write a research paper before midnight (yeah haven't started) lol so anyway. I'll touch up on details later.
Peace out for now!

Emotion Overload

A lot of people would like to know about the events that occured on the evening of October 23, 2008. I'm am glad to tell you the details:
After rummaging through piles, drawers, and closets full of clothes i finally broke down to call my friend, Sarah, to help me pick out the perfect outfit. We decided to forget trying to find it in my apartment room and to just go shopping. Thanks to her and the wonderful styling taste of john we put together what we thought would be just the ticket.
I called my sister and her husband to see if they were going to meet up with me later that night. They agreed. I tried desperately to calm down as I drove through the Provo Canyon completely taken away by the beauty that I was surrounded by. All the fall colors seemed to be welcoming me back to the place I once couldn't wait to leave, but always love coming back to--Heber.
I first met up with my grandma, grandpa, and parents who all gave me postive encouragment and reassurance. I read the last chapter of Doctrince and Covenants with my grandma. I promised a great friend I would finish this book before the event occurred.
Before I knew it, the time had finally come for me to set out to the long-awaited event.
In the car ride over, I shamefully and embarassingly was hyperventilating and almost screaming at the top of my lungs with pure excitement and nerves. I could hardly contain myself, but I found the courage inside of me to just remember to breathe.
I pulled into the recognizable driveway and began to approach the ever-so-familiar steps. Michelle, the little sister, came to the door and welcomed me inside. I was led to the kitchen where mama Darnell was, and we all chatted excitedably about what was about to happen. Before my brain could even figure out that all the events occurring were real, something even more surreal happened.
The garage door opened, and papa Darnell walked through. I tried to take a breathe but that was too much for my body to handle. I stared intently, and waited impatiently because I knew who else still had to walk through that door. I felt like I was floating and was having an out of body experience. Finally I saw him, all dressed up in a suit and his name tag, looking more sharp than I had ever remembered seeing him. It took all I had in myself to not tackle him and hug him with all my might and tell him how much I've missed him. (I was still holding my breathe). I stood back for a while to examine what was happening.
As much as I could see the joy and shock in his eyes for him to see me, I could tell his eyes were also filled with sadness, anxiety, and tears. Slowly, with shaking hands, he handed his name tags to his mother and said "i guess I won't be needing these anymore." Before I knew it I was embracing my best friend--someone whom I haven't seen in two full years. At this very moment I recollected the last time I had seen him. On the day he left for the MTC, in the very same kitchen we were standing in, I had made him banana pancakes and we listened to jack johnson as it was snowing outside.
I snapped back to reality when his mom just smiled at us and suggested we go for a walk. I was still trying to figure out if the person I was standing next to was for real when I had a jacket around me and was pushed out the door. He grabbed my hand and we started walking through his nieghborhood in the mountains.
I was still trying to remember how to breathe when we just started talking about everything. Of course there were the regular missionary stories, the "remember whens", the "i haven't ______ in over two years!", and the "ive missed______", how we were feeling, and what to do with life now that it's officially starting. I explained that I finished the D&C like I promised him, and he told me I get a surprise! He was definitely the same friend I remembered from two years ago, but his spiritual level was so incredible I loved every minute that was passing and I didn't want it to end. I was trying to take it all in, remember every footstep, and I was still trying to comprehend that he was really there.
The stars were definitely shining bright that night, and he noticed this as he explained to me how much he had missed them for 2 years while being in Miami. Then he spotted a deer, and we laughed, and conversed, until we realized how cold it had gotten. The hours that had passed only seemed like minutes. We arrived back at the house to see Debbie, my sister, and Christian, her husband/Adam's best friend, there. We all exchanged hugs and were so excited to finally be reuinted as the four musketeers...or is it three? oh well lol. All night we were shown missionary pictures, cool things he had collected, and were taught crazy phrases in portuguese.
Before we knew it, it was time to call it a day. We all said goodbye and exchanged another needed hug.
As i drove home my brain was swimming with emotions, and what to think about everything. I was just glad that while we were walking we figured out what was going to happen with us. And well...we don't know what is actually going to happen, but we decided to just pick up where we left off and then to take our time and take it slow. Oh and we definitely agreed to NOT MENTION THE "M" WORD FOR THE NEXT SIX MONTHS! so hah! lol

Motivation

We've all been there: that moment in time where your motivation to do homework, go to school, get ready for school, or even to get out of bed is nowhere to be found. (This applies to work too.) This has been going on for a couple weeks for me and I've been getting sick of of procrastinating, being lazy, and not motivated. I wanted to change that. I wanted to turn over a new leaf and start out fresh before I dug myself a hole of unhappiness and frustration. My own choices to delay my education and prolong myself of knowledge were driving me crazy, but I was okay with that. And the fact that I was okay with that seemed to drive me up the wall!!! I began filling my precious time with the lame activities that were such a waste of time. The activities were degrading, non-important, and undesirable. I got sick of who I was becoming so I needed to find my motivation. My drive. My desire. My want to become the best that i can--and I did.
I found strength by being surrounded by good friends who had the same goals and aspriations that i did (to go to school, gradutate, and live life to its fullest).
I had to find the reasons why I was taking the classes I was and analyze me life. I had to figure out where I was going, what I was doing, and who I want to become. I planned out my life and set goals to achieve tomorrow, next month, one year from now, and a few years from now.
The most important thing I did, was I began to put God first in my life. No matter how many times i've tried to piece that puzzle together on my own, the piece has never fit. When he's involved, everything seems to be so perfectly set. I realized this when i attended institute at my university. Every time I go a feel happier, refreshed, and full of appreciation for other people and what the world has to offer.
I'm not an endurance person by any means of physical or mental labor. I am a sprinter. When I get to work and place my foot on the starting line and take off, there is nothing to distract me, slow me down, or slow my pace. The only thing I fear is my point of exhaustian. So right now in life my head is high, my eyes are focused, and I'm sprinting. Now I just need to learn how to moderate my life, speed, and time so I can edure to the end and complete my goals.
So no matter what trial or bump you can't seem to get over to become motiviated, when all else fails, just find your inner strength, gain strength from others' good examples, and find strength from God. He wants you to succeed. He knows your potential. It's high time you live up to it! :)