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. 🙂


Women’s Chorus

I can never come up with creative titles. I apologize.

For the past two years, I have had the opportunity to participate in BYU Women’s Chorus. My initial desire to audition stemmed from an absolute NEED to continue music in my life–there was no way I was just going to quit it completely and leave a gaping hole in my life. So I made it my freshman year, and absolutely loved it.
I loved our director, Sister Appelonie, and her crazy, loony habits. I loved the girls that I met in the Soprano II section. I loved the beautiful, moving music we sang. I loved the strong, powerful songs we sang. I loved our sparkly shirts and the pounds of make-up I had to put on for each concert. But most of all, I love the feeling I get when I sing such glorious music.
I wasn’t sure I wanted to do it again this year, but I auditioned again and made it one more time, so I went with it. I had all the fun I did last year, and add some amazing new choir friends (Cassie, Giselle, and Choir-Friend-Candace,) and I was in for an amazing year.
I had pretty firmly decided I didn’t want to deal with the huge commitment choir is again my junior year and planned the perfect schedule that had me home at 2 every day without the stress of a music class and hour every day. I had decided it was ok, because I had done it for two years and could give up that spot for another lucky girl. This is the attitude I went into our last concert with.
The one I left with, though, was completely different.
After going through our program, singing each and every song with the passion that originally convinced me of the power of music, I had a hard time remembering why I didn’t want to do it again. How could I give up this amazing opportunity that not only provided me with the best part of my day, but strengthened my testimony of the Savior and helps others as well. Plus, I think I’ll get to sing at Conference next April instead of those darn BYUI choirs (not that I have anything against BYUI. I just really want to sing at Conference)
So if you want to find me anytime next semester from 3:00 to 3:50, I’ll be in the Madsen Recital Hall, singing my heart out and developing my love for my Savior and the power of music.

Hare Krishna! And Other Idol Worship.

Every year in March, the Hindu Temple in Spanish Fork throws this huge celebration of spring called the Holi Festival of Colors.

Not Holy as in sacred. Holi as in an evil witch goddess in India.

I had never been before, so I was a Holi Virgin (tee-hee!) but my Choir-Friend-Candace invited me to go along with she and her sister and roommate. I feel like no words can accurately describe the chaotic mele of chalk-throwing that ensued, so I’m going to insert several pictures now. Enjoy.

Before the madness…kind of. We were attacked on our way in.

Me and my Choir-Friend-Candace. Someday she’ll get a name without hyphens…but that day is not today

With the Hindu Temple in the background

Right after the grand throwing…

Oh, the good, clean, dirty fun we have in Utah.