I sometimes like to think that my blog posts are random. I’ve got nothing on Tenery Martineau, though. Please read this and tell me you aren’t a little confused about what just happened.


Day 24-Favorite Scripture

Moroni 7:48

Wherefore, my beloved brethren, pray unto the Father with all the energy of heart, that ye may be filled with this love {Charity}, which he hath bestowed upon all who are true followers of his Son, Jesus Christ; that ye may become the sons {and daughters} of God; that when he shall appear we shall be like him, for we shall see him as he is; that we may have this hope that we may be purified even as he is pure.

I feel like this scripture embodies everything I want to be. I want to be charitable. I want to be like Christ. I want to be hopeful that one day I can be perfect. I think I sometimes we forget the potential we have for good and that we really can help others. That we can become more Christlike. That our Heavenly Father wants good things for us, and praying to Him for those things really does bring results.

All the Single Ladies

Disclaimer: I have intentionally avoided any mention of my dating life so far on this blog. I didn’t want to be that girl–the sentimental and dull one. But I felt like this would be something fun to write about. So please don’t judge me and my singleness–just enjoy the random ramblings of Rylee.

One of Haley’s friends, who I happen to be friends with on Facebook, had this as her status the other day:

Note: the following has been edited for grammatical errors and censored for inappropriate language.

“I just wanna get married, and skip all the other shinanigans. It’s too stressful. But I can’t seem to find the dang fast forward button.”

I don’t want to belittle this poor girl’s feelings, but I couldn’t help but laugh internally when I read this (The laugh would have been external, but I was in the library at the time). Part of it was because I found it funny that something like that would be on the mind of a high school senior. I wanted to tell her: Honey, you don’t know the MEANING of wanting to get married. Come spend a week at BYU and I’ll show you wanting to get married. But the other part of me laughed because I knew that this thought tends to be on my mind quite frequently as well. Where the heck is my dang fast forward button?

After thinking about this to myself for a bit (remember, I’m putting off writing a paper at this point) I realized that hitting a fast forward button would have meant skipping all sorts of amazing things that have happened to me in the last year alone.

Let’s review, shall we? (feel free to refer to my picture history on Facebook–that’s what I did)

My Adventures in 2011
  • I spent 6 weeks in Spain.
  • I’ve sung my heart out in the greatest musical group I’ve ever been in
  • I’ve eaten cookie dough and brownie batter with people who appreciate it like I do
  • I traveled all over Italy.
  • I lived with a group of girls that made a shrine to Jimmer Fredette.
  • I’ve gone on the funnest (yes, funnest) group dates
  • I spend my evenings harmonizing with my roommates as we sing Disney songs
  • I went to Paris.
  • I had a fun little summer fling.
  • I went to New York for the Psych premiere.
  • I’ve had my entire life documented in pictures by a certain camera-loving Asian
  • I went to the Holi fest and have done other fun things with my Choir-Friend Candace
  • I’ve had mid-day Psych marathons-slash-naptimes with my long time bosom friend
  • I’ve made friends with some of the greatest people I’ve ever known.
Honestly–sometimes I look back on the opportunities I’ve had and the people I’ve met and wonder how I could possibly be disappointed with the way my life has turned out. Why would I ever want to hit the dang fast forward button and miss all of this?

I feel like a lot of the counsel I have been receiving lately has been about being patient and knowing that the Lord will always do what’s best for me. President Uchtdorf’s “Forget Me Not” talk (didn’t you just love it?) has especially inspiring words. In his “Forget-Not to Be Happy Now” section, he recounts the attitude of the general public in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory as several people decided they could not be happy with a chocolate bar unless it had a golden ticket in it. The chocolate bar they all loved so much before was not enough for them, and they wanted something more. This example really resonated with me because I really, REALLY like chocolate. And I really, REALLY like my life. There is no reason to not be happy now with what I have. And here’s the thing: I know that my golden ticket (marriage, for all of you keeping track of the metaphors at home) is coming later and, I must confess, I am pretty stoked for that blessed day. But I might as well enjoy the chocolate now while I can, because heaven knows that I’m not going to be able to do all the great things I’ve done once I’m married (especially having a summer fling. I believe that is called adultery.) 

So I guess this is my declaration of contentment. I love life. I love the shinanigans. And I love that I have a Heavenly Father who knows me better than I know myself, and loves me enough to give me what’s best for me. And so until you all receive an invite to my perfect wedding to my perfect (Spanish) husband in the future, feel free to come party it up with the girl who’s loving life. 🙂


Almost every time I refer to the season that follows summer but preceds winter, I call it fall. This could very well be due to the fact I work in the admissions office where the period of time between August 29th and the middle of December is called Fall Semester, but I have come to a decision. No longer will I refer to this lovely season as Fall.


Doesn’t that just sound so much happier? So much more refined? I may be waxing on Anne-Shirley style, but isn’t it just more romantic that way?


It’s getting to the point where the weather is still fairly nice down here in the valley, but the mountains are bursting into orange and red flames as the trees slowly change their leaves with the cool Autumn air.

Side note: My freshman year, I once called my mom about this time of the year and told her that the mountains were turning orange. I was honestly concerned and asked her if there was something wrong. That’s what I get for growing up in a desert, I suppose.

There’s a point in You’ve Got Mail where Tom Hanks says that this season (he says fall in the movie, but for our own purposes, we’ll pretend he said autumn) makes him want to buy school supplies, and that if he knew where ShopGirl lived, he would send her a bouquet of newly sharpened pencils. While this is a lovely thought, I would rather not be thinking about anything to do with school at all. I would rather spend my days walking under the beautiful trees, enjoying the fresh Autumn air, and soaking up the last rays of sunshine before the eternal Utah winter descends upon Provo. I would much rather be enjoying this beautiful Autumn morning than sitting in the library only being able to witness the orange mountain phenomenon from my 4th floor window (especially considering it looks like today’s going to be the last nice-weather day for a while). But maybe, rather than a distraction, I should use my Autumn Muse as a motivation. As soon as I master these Spanish poets and rock this midterm, I can be back under that deliciously tempting blue sky.

Enjoying Autumn.

Day 22-Something That Makes Me Different

I’ve been sitting here for a while now. I’ve watched the opening scene of Breakfast at Tiffany’s twice. I’ve Facebook stalked cute boys in the ward. I’ve even gotten a bowl of ice cream, all the while trying to decide what I could possibly say makes me different than everyone else. This actually becomes pretty difficult when you live in an apartment of carbon-copy girls.

Melinda and I are both in Women’s Chorus and share a love for all things Cary Grant. Or Audrey Hepburn. Or James Stewart. Or kind of Gone With the Wind. We actually just had a discussion about Rock Hudson, too, so clearly I can’t play the old-movie-buff card.

Brooke and I are both English Majors. We are the ones who sit on the couch late at night, either reading a book bigger than our heads or typing up forever-long papers. Every once and a while we take a break to talk about feminism or British Romantic poetry. Or boys. So clearly, I can’t play the English Major card.

Kim and I are both crazy music buffs. We freak out over cool classical pieces and frequent compare our moods to the different movements of Holst’s Planets suite. We once spent an entire week obsessed with this video. (I don’t blame you if you don’t watch it all the way through. We just loved the old man and his (lack of) conducting)) So clearly I can’t play the music nut card.

Jeehee and I….well, she’s Asian. Which obviously means we don’t have anything in common. But I still love her guts. And the fact she got me M&Ms the other night. Score!

Tenery and I are both avid Psych fans. Every day this summer, we would come home from work, make chicken quesadillas and pop in an episode of Psych. (We may or may not also have put on a second episode to purposely fall asleep to and proceeded to take a two hour nap. This summer was the best) So clearly I can’t play the Psych fanatic card.

While I clearly can’t claim any of the above traits as something that is specifically mine, I realized while writing these descriptions that I do have something uniquely awesome–I honestly could not have asked for better roommates, and the amount of fun we have together is slightly ridiculous. So, yeah, we’re all basically the same person. But how lucky am I to live with my 5 best friends?