I can't believe it 2011 that I last posted. I read it and left quite a cliff hanger that even I was interested in knowing what happened and then never posted again. What the...NERD! Any how, I feel like there's so many things that happen in my life and I want to have a place to share about those things and I've gone back and forth on how to write my posts. Do I write them like I'm writing to someone who reads it and looking for a comment or reply on what I have written? That's what I was doing and I felt like I didn't get reply's and comments and felt bad for myself and had little potty parties and stopped blogging. DUMB! Even still I realized I needed to think about why I was blogging and what my purpose of blogging was for. I read some people's blogs of their first few posts to see if I could get any inspiration and I took some time from blogging and reflected. I came to this: I want to blog to feel good about something that I'm documenting and sharing and it not be focused on or concerned with people needing to make comments. So I am not looking for anyone to HAVE to comment, in fact by now it's very possible all followers are lost and I'm already talking to myself. Which for me is somewhat ok because then I feel like I'm being ME in my posting which leads to my next reason for blogging. It is to leave a record of memories about my life and experiences. I am striving to document more of my happenings, comings, goings, and the people in my life. What I learned, want to learn or am learning. The events that occur in my life and the feelings and emotions that come with them. I want to be true to myself and real with my posts. If you have read this and thought "Boring" I'm already reassuring myself that this is not for others it's for me and my family. I'm leaving it accessible as a way of still sharing because if there are people out there like myself I like to hear of updates about people I've met, or knew, even if I don't comment or they know I'm getting updates on them. I figure there may be others out there like myself and so that's why I'm leaving it accessible to read and follow if someone every once or twice a year has that spare moment in life and is checking in and getting updates on past or current friends and family.
With that all said I am wanting to share a few quick updates to just catch myself up.
I was born in IF, ID sep 10 1981 to bill and vonnie Hoopes. We lived in IF till my 9th grade year in which I was going to enter HS. We moved to Libby MT due to my dads job and getting one that paid better. We were there for my freshman and sophomore year which I loved and then moved to Springville UT. I went to my junior year and began hating life so I asked my mom if I could graduate early and she said she did so why not. I applied for, what it was at the time, Ricks college. I was accepted and went in Jan 2000. I was able to room with 2 friends from Libby and then meet a couple girls from Tremonton which led to meeting another group of girls from Tremonton who were my roommates and closest friends while at Ricks. After graduation in May 202 I left for a mission in Oct 2002 to the Missouri Independence Mssion. I served until May 2004 and returned home where I moved to AZ thinking I would go to school to become a speech pathologist. I waited to receive residency and got a job at Americopy. I met a returned missionary there who because he was my first, if I must call him "boyfriend" I thought I was in love. No it's called lust and infatuation because he moved quickly in the relationship area. Luckily we didn't work out. So I went through the horrors of a break up (so pathetic when you look back) and then got a new job to start a new me at Ameripsych. I got hooked up with this job through a mission companion I had. It ended up being perfect. I liked it so much I decided that is what I want to do, be a social worker! So I started school at ASU finally as a resident and continued to work. I was so determined to do well and get A's in my class I didn't have much of a life, besides school and work and church. I went to summer school even and it was full time with full time school. I tried to be part of a singles ward and I was awkward, had a low self esteem and bad body image issues that I just didn't push myself to be friendly and make friends. Then at work there was this transporter who I had do a lot of transportations for me. Due to that we were able to chat and got to know each other a little bit. I suddenly was feeling and thinking, I'm going to marry him. ALARMS going off in my head. Wait what! We haven't even been out to hang out or on a date and oh ya that's right he's not a member of the church. I know what I was taught I know what I wanted, a temple marriage, I know I shouldn't get to close or I may 'fall in love' with him. Still with all that going on in my mind I still felt impressions that I would marry him. How that could possibly make sense and how I could actually be feeling that I'm sure is in my head and that I'm just boy crazy and want to get married and this is the first guy that I'm talking and sharing who seems interested in me as a person. I was baffled and didn't know what to do so I asked for a blessing from one of the men in my bishopric
