
Friday, January 28, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
Cultural Diorama
Utah Born Missouri Bred BYU Bound
Scrapbooks, Journals, and Blogs…Oh My!
•Quite often I find myself writing down my thoughts in a journal or on my blog. I love the feeling of writing to my posterity and future self. Going back through things that I’ve written puts a smile on my face. Ever since I was a child, my parents taught me to make journal writing a priority in my life. Over the years, I have benefited from my own thoughts as well as the journals of others that I’ve read. I’ve found that blogging is a great way to put my thoughts down for others to see as well. It’s a good way to stay connected with my family members as well as friends who are far away. Scrapbook is another creative outlet for me and preserves so many special memories. I want to be remembered not only from the stories, but the true thoughts of daily life through my journals, blogs, and scrapbooks.
•I was born in Provo, Utah and dubbed a “BYU Baby” considering the fact that my parents both attended BYU. Ever since then, I believe I was destined to come to BYU and become a cougar. I’m now the third generation (on both sides) to come to BYU to continue my education. I’m privileged enough to be apart of the BYU swim team and compete at a collegiate level. I can’t help but think how amazing it is to be living a dream that I’ve worked so hard for, academically and athletically. I would be living a different life without the opportunity to go to school at the Y. BYU is part of who I am and always will be. Rah Rah Rah Rah Rah…GO COUGARS!
Moments Captured
I used to think I wanted to major in Photography. The classes I took in high school were amazing and so much fun. I love the free, creative juices that it brings and how images can be captured in so many unique ways. However, I decided that I didn’t want my creativity to be judged. A picture that I love may not be loved by others. I still like to take pictures and just capture happy moments through photography. It’s a hobby that I love and shows a little bit of who I am. There’s nothing more enjoyable than looking through old pictures and remembering the good times that those pictures captured. A picture tells true emotion and life.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
People Watching

I love people watching. If it were a sport, I'd get at least 11 gold medals. BYU is a great place because it is filled with so many unique people that come from so many different places and cultures. I'll admit right now, up front. Mormons are weird and we all know it. We say weird things, we like going to Ikea on a date (happening Saturday!), we act crazy without being drunk, we are comfortable with meeting complete strangers in the library, etc. Anyways, being at college on the dating scene is very entertaining as an observer and of course the beneficiary. I love watching the lunch dates in the wilk or listening to relationship drama via recorder (*wink wink Lauren*). Probably the best thing about people watching is the interesting way that everyone interacts with each other. We're all unique and God made us that way for a reason. I love noticing someone and just thinking about how their life is and making up stories for them. If you have seen The Date Night with Steve Carell and Tina Fey you'll know what I'm talking about. This is just one of the many reasons why I love college and it helps me destress from the crazy academic life I live.
P.S. I recently learned that BYU has frog-eye salad in the Grab n' Go line. Um, AMAZING! Obviously not as good as mom's, but close enough for my satisfaction.
Friday, January 21, 2011
Pityriasis Rosea

"Pityriasis rosea (say "pih-tih-RY-uh-sus ROH-zee-uh") is a common skin problem that causes a rash. Although it can occur at any age, it is seen most often in those between the ages of 10 and 35.
Pityriasis rosea is usually harmless. But it can cause serious problems in pregnant women.
The cause of pityriasis rosea is unknown. Unlike many other skin conditions, it is not an allergic reaction or caused by a fungus or bacteria. Some experts think it may be caused by a virus. But neither signs of a virus (such as its genetic material) nor symptoms of a viral infection (such as a fever) are found in everyone with pityriasis rosea.
The rash does not cause itching in 25% of people who have pityriasis rosea. For 50% of people, the itch is mild to moderate. And for 25% of people, the itch is severe.
The rash usually lasts 6 to 8 weeks, but it can last up to several months.
Exposing the rash to sunlight may make it go away more quickly."
So you see that last sentence up there. Yes, that means Miss Karalee Fuller gets to go tanning twice a week for two weeks. No this will not be a regular occurrence so calm down skin cancer phobia people. Therapeutic reasons only. Hopefully it helps! Oh, and the roommates get to join in on the fun too! :)
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Monday, January 17, 2011
Portfolio
Friday, January 14, 2011
OJ

My secret love is orange juice. We've always been very kind to each other, but the college life really has benefitted in this relationship. Mom only liked the frozen concentrate kind when I was a kid. Little did I know that when I came to college that I would fall in love with the OJ from the carton kind. For some reason it tastes ten times better. Pulp and I get along quite well, but the carton (probably with its added sugars or something) is just pure bliss. Thank you OJ for rocking my world.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
I am a Swimmer.
I am a member of the Brigham Young University swim team. It feels really good to be able to say it. I just wanted to write about how much I love the sport. I started swimming when I was about 7 years old on a summer league team, like a lot of little kids do. I don't really know if I was any good or liked it at that point but I made it down the pool without drowning. I think mostly I enjoyed getting the ribbons (even if they were participation ribbions) and trophies at the end of each summer. Probably the added excuse to eat a candy bar was nice too. I remember my favorite candy was the sweet tart lolipop things. I don't even know if they make them anymore. Anyways, so that's where is all started...good ol Shrewsbury, Missouri. I moved to the house I really grew up in when I was ten years old. I think at that point my parents sat me down and asked me what activities/sports I wanted to do. My choices were swimming and soccer. Parkway Swim Club graciously accepted my skinny butt and refined my strokes three times a week. Soccer was in the fall, I believe, but conflicted with swimming from time to time. I remember going to soccer practice with wet hair at night and my coach calling me crazy. This worked out just fine until 8th grade when I had to commit to either swimming or soccer. I was getting better at swimming and was about to move up into a new group that practiced more often. I chose swimming. I never was that stellar at the sport, but for some reason I loved being in the water. I've never liked the feeling of sweat on my body. Ever. I still don't. The whole running thing in soccer wasn't my forte anyways with my asthmatic lungs. By the time I hit high school, however, I had moved up into the National group at Parkway--the highest you can go. I started morning workouts before school at 5 am, meaning I had to wake up at 4:15ish to get there on time. I don't know how Dad did it all those mornings when he drove me to practice. Luckily I got my liscence soon thereafter and could drive myself. I think at this point I loved swimming mostly becuase I was good at it. I was never an excellent student in school and it was nice to be able to be recognized for something that I was good at. I loved and still love the feeling of finishing a practice that I did well at or finishing a race and getting a best time. Yeah, it hurts but after you get done it's a great feeling of accomplishment. Anyways, so high school progressed and I was good. I wasn't Liz Smith status (Olympic Trial qualifier-teammate), but I was good enough to go to Junior Nationals in Florida one year and be idolized on the high school team. I loved it when the younger swimmer would look up to me for advice or ask me to watch their strokes. So then, my Junior year of high school I was state champ in the 200 free relay and the 400 free relay. Probably my favorite high school memories were on the swim team and just having a blast swimming fast. Senior year I was told that if I got my Junior National cut that I would be able to walk on to the BYU swim team and possibly get a partial scholarship. It came down to pretty much the last meet of the season and I was a good .4 seconds off in my 100 breaststroke. For all you non-swimmers, that's almost a half a second which is a lot. Somehow I did it and went a 1:06.5 and was so happy, I cried. That was probably the best moment of my swimming career. I've never wanted anything so bad than to be on the BYU swim team and I did it! Sometimes I look into the mirror or at my BYU swim bag/clothes and think, wow I am one lucky girl! I am actually LIVING my dream and not a lot of people can say that. I am extremely blessed to be a collegiate athlete at the school I've wanted to go to my entire life. Sure, practice sometimes is killer but its worth it. Its worth it for that one moment in the season when I swim my best and hurt my worst and get out and say, That was fun! I love the feeling of diving into a pool and just flying. There's nothing else like it in the world. I don't know what I'm going to do in a year and a couple months when this is all over...maybe I'll be a yoga fanatic. :) So thank you BYU for making my dreams come true and my parents and coaches for pushing me to become the swimmer that I am today. (I know that was a little cheeseball, but I mean it.)
Oh, and P.S. the other thing I LOVE about swimming is that I can eat ice cream and no one will know ;)






Monday, January 10, 2011
"The Look"
Sunday, January 9, 2011
A Little Piece of Happiness








