Wes Stoddard saved Christmas.

Becky Lawrence. Many of you know this girl as, "that fiesty blonde that first dominated South Side 8th, and has now taken over the North Shore 3rd Branch" or "BL". I know her as my good friend, confidante, and bedmate. I'm lucky to know this chick.

So the Friday after Thanksgiving, I was spazzing out per usual, and racing around in front of my boss's home down the street, when I stepped off a curb wrong, completely dehabilitating myself for over a week. Becky had lived with me for a total of 72 hours, and seriously exhibited such great acts of charity and service towards me that I feel I will be forever in her debt. My loyal factor for her went up about 200%. She owns my soul.

Now, for many of you who know and love BL, you have been blessed with knowing Blue Betty. This is the awesome little blue Pontiac that Becks drives. Blue Betty may have seen better days, but never has she seen happier days. Her life with Becky is filled with laughter, overcrowded seat belts, Top 40 hits, and a lot of dance parties. Unfortunately, her life had jumper cables attached to Wes's car on Tuesday night.

Seriously, there are a lot of things I could say about Wes. He's an excellent driver. Home teacher. Pancake-maker (No... seriously, he's the BEST.) Hunter. Comedian (whether intentional or not). This time, Wes outdid himself. At approximately 12:45 at night, Becky and I realized we had left Blue Betty parked in the tow zone downstairs hours before with her flashers on. In the frigid, 4 degree weather, Becky jumped inside, started her up... and backed up into the middle of Halsted St, where the little engine sputtered to it's death. Something about leaving the flashers on for 4 hours will kill your battery, apparently. Becky ran upstairs to get me, to maybe push the car into some sort of spot NOT blocking both south bound and north bound traffic. Haha, to no avail (see previous injury two weeks before. walking boot. the worst.)

Enter Wes Stoddard. Here I thought chivalry is dead, and then he entered our lives. On a whim, I called Wes to see if by chance, somehow, he'd be awake (you never know with this kid.) He was awake and willing to drive over from the west side to save us! He's the BEST! The BEST! The BEST!

How do we know so many amazing people? I know a lot of good men, but not necessarily all of them would do what Wes did. We owe him big.

Court and Kim

In honor of it being the month of good-will, giving, and general cheer, I am dedicating today's post to my little sister, and her best friend, Courtnee. They're faithful little followers of this blog, and while I don't write often on here, they still read my rantings anyway. While I've never met Court in the flesh, my best friend and her share the same name, so I can easily deduce that they are equally legit.

While many people may say a lot of bad things about Facebook, I can say that the site has successfully made my sister and I so much closer. Social networking via the internet has allowed us to not only express our personal style through keywords and stolen phrases, but it has allowed us to stalk the heck out of each other and get involved in aspects of our lives that before Facebook, were impenetrable. You're right, I'm making this sound like a bad thing. But you have to know my sister... Kim has a tendency of leaving details out of our conversations... for instance, I never would have known she attended a nerd party if this little gem on our left hadn't shown up on my minifeed...

Courtnee, on the other hand, seems to be a different beast. Her mantra is, "People should be themselves fully and unapologetically". And live this, she does. Never in my life, have I seen so many amazing pictures of someone living life to the fullest (yep, thank you again Facebook, for making stalking that much easier.) I totally want to be BFF with this individual. (Sorry in advance to Courtney Nay, and Kim Fortna). I know she would for sure be part of the polar bear bridge jumping society (Rexburg Chapter) and probably be okay with skydiving over the Alps with me. The best part about Courtnee is is that she is really tall. She could always find me when I get lost in crowds. Which happens often. Because I am 5'1". Welp, there goes my supermodel career...

Kim and Courtnee may be a lot of things. Kim B. Clark stalkers. Horkley's Addicts. Party Animals. Mormons. But to me, they represent "The Good Life" that Kanye's always spinning about. They laugh when crap gets bad. They party when they've got finals in the morning. They eat when they're broke. Shoooot they probably know the secret recipe for World Peace. Miss California, step down, because we just found two contestants that can actually keep their promises, and do on a daily basis (Thanks BYUI).


Anyone that knows and loves me, knows that I am pretty obsessed with my sister. But there's a reason. Or rather, several reasons. Kim Fortna is the loveliest individual I have ever encountered, on the inside and outside. She lifts me up when I am down, and makes me laugh when the only thing I want to do is sob broken-heartedly (rare... but it happens). I have no doubt that she is the person she is, because of the friends she hangs out with, and the good influences she keeps in her life. Thanks for making me laugh consistently, girls. Love you both.