The Biggest and the Best

It was twenty years ago today that I came into a wonderful family. Lately, it seems that every time I call home I am getting some news that someone in my family is struggling with some new illness that my ancestor have so neatly bestowed upon us. So I have been thinking a lot about those that are a part of the Nigh clan. And that I am so proud to call my family....

Derek the big brother. Out of all of us he is probably the one that teases the most. Every time he calls you either get the famous grandpa voice or the "so why did you call me." Everyone around him probably would never believe that he has a serious bone in his body, but that is what we love about him. The fact that no matter what he is the one that makes us laugh.

Elizabeth the gentle sister. The more I watch her the more I realize she is like my Mom. She generally cares about everyone. Besides my Mom, she is the first one to burst into happy tears as we call them. She loves like no one I know. I know that her and I are the same in that aspect. We wouldn't hurt a fly. When it comes to animals something gives our heart stings a little tug and we instantly want to care for it. I think that is the same for people to. Always trying to help others.

Jordan the hardworking brother. Ever since I can remember Jordan has work his hardest at anything that he wanted. He reminds me of my Dad. He does project after project on his home even though he could have someone else do it. On top of his hard work he is extremely smart. I could sit and listen to him talk. He took his education seriously and became the best at what he does. And one thing people don't notice unless you watch him closely is that he loves to help. He volunteers in anyway that he can and he never expects something in return.

Meghan the Mother. She has one aspect of my Mother that I hope that I get. She puts children before herself. She has a love for her children that I know every mother has, but she shows it every minute of every day. I love to sit and watch her in action. Her kids do not get everything that they want and they are disciplined when they need to be, but they should have no doubt in their minds that their mother loves them.

Marcus the liquid nails. I don't think there is a way to describe him. He is goofy and the one I love to joke around with the most. He made be a kidder, but cares about all of us. He is the one that makes the phone calls. He helps remind us that we have gotten sucked into our own worlds. He makes effort to see how we are. He is the glue that holds us together.

Easton the one with self restraint. Easton is one of the most self-disciplined people that I know. When he puts his mind to something it gets done. If he wants to eat healthy then it happens. With us Nigh's we will eat anything that is in front of us, but he is the only one that will stop. That is just one strength of his that I wish I had.

These are only small parts of what I love about my big brothers and sisters. There were qualities that they all shared, but I wanted to point out the ones that I love about them the most. With things that have been going on in my life I have come to know more about them. Like that fact that even though my brothers joke around they have a protective side that I love. I know that they would protect anyone in my family no matter the situation. As for my sisters they are the ones that I turn towards for advice. They might not have the answers, but I still love to be able to call for those sister chats.

Though we are loud and there is a lot of us, I would never have it any other way because that is what makes us the Nigh's.

Microsoft Word...will be used

I would like to apologize to all those who read my last blog. From my sources I was told it was quite a miserable experience. I am sorry and from now on I will write only in word and I will actually read them over again.

And my parents wanted me to be an English major. Ha ha ha ha

I am pretty sure this wasn't suppose to happen...

An other night of work that need to be done so Joe and I head out to get my night photo done. It first, starts out that I forget my cable release at my apartment. After taking the trip back and forth I finally set up my camera and beginning the long process of night photo. Each shot takes about ten minutes, at least the one I was going for.

I set up the camera and just waited. With about two minutes left a car pulls up and has their lights directly on the area where Joe and I am taking my pictures. Then we hear a siren from a cop and then the wonderful blue and red lights. We figured that it had something to do with the creepy man that kept walking to the end of the dock and then walking back to his car and driving away. But, since the cop didn't seem to be leaving any time soon or even shutting off his spot light I had to pack up and finish my project somewhere else.

After packing up, which took five minutes, we start heading for my car. When we were about there a loud speak announces to us that they need to talk to us. Oh crap...or something close to that went through my mind. We walk over to the cop car where he proceed to tell us that we needed to leave because all parks in Logan City are closed after dark. I explained that I was taking photos for a class. He wouldn't have any of that and he made sure that we were not going to stay.

So I may have been dramatic, but it was sure funny that at nine thirty at night you couldn't be down by first dam.

One for the record book..

I knew at the start of this week that Friday was going to be crazy, but I never knew that it would be quite like this.

I was woken up suddenly when my phone went off. Confused and disoriented I jumped down from my bunk bed and ran out of the room. This phone call was about my car. It had only been online for two days and someone was already calling about it. This lady wasn't the nicest person I have had shared a phone call with. She lived in Provo and wanted to see the car in an hour. I told her that wasn't possible because I was two and half hours away. She said that she was willing to meet half way and her half was at Thanksgiving point. Well that would take twenty minutes off my drive. YAY! Well with the that sale down the drain I got ready for the day.

Seilie needed a ride to her car so I gave her a ride and came back to the apartment. I went to institute. 

Thus far the day had been going pretty good and it is about to get better.

I needed to do laundry so that I would have something descent to wear to my job interview. Well I was preparing for that adventure when I got another phone call from another  potential customer. He was buying the car for his daughter and he really seemed interested. I am just waiting for him to call me back. I am not going to keep my hopes up, but I do have my fingers crossed :) 

Well I got ready for my interview and I got to my car. I went to start it, but just like the old faithful that it is, it didn't start. My battery was dead. I instantly freaked out because that is what I do. I called Joe twice and he didn't answer. I then called Emily, the whole time praying that she didn't have work. Thankfully she answered and she was at her apartment.

She gave me a ride and I was there ten minutes early. YAY! Go Emily! So with the job interview over and done with, Joe came over to see what was up with my car. I went to start it before we even messed with anything and it started right up. Can anyone say trial? It was okay 

though because now I can still sell it. We cleaned up all of the cables and it starts up like nothing was wrong.

I ended this day going to buy a new toothbrush since my other one was used for the cables. I got the cutest one because I am such a child. I got a Crayola (orange) toothbrush. And I watch 24. It was really one for the record book.

 

With Time to Spare....

Today Heather and I got out of class early so we decided to take a walk because of the wonderful weather that we are having. We thought it would be a great idea to walk around the TSC to see if we would know anyone. To our surprise there wasn't a single person that we knew there, so in our efforts to keep ourselves entertained we went to the Eccles Conference Center.

Those that don't know about the Eccles Conference Center it has, the lack of better terms, mirrors on the outside.

Heath and I went inside where we began to watch people check themselves out. It is hilarious because everyone tries to do it on the sly. We even began to try and guess which people were going to look.

I know that we are total creepers, but how can you pass up such enjoyment.

You Know...

This school year has been one of struggle. I am not going to lie as of right now I am ready to give up. I have thought of every possible way to leave Logan and go home to my family. This a weird experience for me. When something gets hard or down right nasty I try to weather the storm out, but now it seems so hard. I have struggled with my car, classes, friends, roommates, and even the gospel. I believe that is why it is so hard for me now. I have forgot my savior. This weekend my Mom was sure to remind me.

This weekend I got to go home to see all of my family. I have never been so happy to see them in my life. I was really happy. A happy that I haven't been in a long time.

My big brother Jordan got married. This was a big celebration for my family. We haven't had one like this is awhile. It was great to see all of their smiling faces and to hear their laughter. This did help my resolve to get thru this.

Saturday I was suppose to leave in the morning, but I kept pushing it off. Finally, my Mom said I needed to get out the door. I said flat out to her "I don't want to go back." My loving Mom, my hero simple stated...

You know where you need to be.

Those words have echoed in my ears ever since and that is why I am here righting this blog at four o'clock in the morning because I don't know where I need to be. Logan? Salt Lake? Tooele? I don't know maybe this will all blow over. Just a little trial that I meant to endure or I am being completely dramatic as my best friend says I always am. Either way I am going to find out where I need to be.

Five Years....

Wow how time flies. I still cannot believe that it has been five years. I still remember it like yesterday, but now I can look back and not let sadness completely overcome me. I do miss my big, bear of a brother, but I have realized that I need to be happy. He would want to me to be happy.

These next stories as so that I don't forget him and so that I can share who I thought my brother, Winston was. How I saw him.

The earliest memory I have of him is when I would watch him run track. I would sit in those bleachers once a week with my Mom and watch him run. He was the fastest person that I have ever seen. (He still holds the record at Tooele High). Back than he had longer hair or I should say that he had hair. When he would run his hair would fly back and you could see it flapping in the wind as he would run pass all of his opponents.

I loved to watch him and I so much wanted to be like him. It was to the point that I even did track. I ran the same events: 100 M, 200M, 4 X 100 M. While at track I learn so of the tactics that he used. Apparently, when he would get into the block he would bark like a dog to throw off everyone. That is how he got the nickname Mad Dog. I was tempted to do that as well, but I was too chicken.

After he served his mission we got to spend sometime together. He had to go to an appointment out at Mag corp where he worked and he brought me along. That is the first time that it was just the two of us. We took the hour drive out there and talked the whole time. I don't remember what it was that we talked about, but I do remember laughing a lot. After the appointment we went to this little food joint in Grantsville where he brought me lunch.

The next and last time it was just the two of us is when he got his Toyota 4 Runner. He wanted to show it off to me so together we went to the donut shop and picked up the money. On the way back he was showing me his surround sound. Enya's "Anywhere is" was playing. He turned it up really loud and called it his own bubble because he couldn't be interrupted by the things of the world.

I think back on that moment and I remember how happy he was. He was a new father to my nephew Gabe (who looks just like his father) and he was in a happy marriage with his wonderful wife, Ann.

That is how I remember him. His giant smile that he wore all of the time. The great "bear hugs" that he would give. And how he was the one that kept our family together. You could expect a call from him every Sunday. He loved to no end and he was patient and kind.He was a proud of father of two children who will never know him. But, I know that he loved them and still looks after them. He was the heart and soul of my family.

What A Week!

So I have been wondering for a long time if going into history was for me. Well I final came to a conclusion when I went to the photo lab with Heather. It not normal for a person go and watch something like developing a photo for four hours and not get bored. So I made the decision to change my major. I am now majoring in Art with the emphasis of Photography.

Continuing one the path of change, I went to see my new advisor. It started off wonderful until she gave me the news that I have until the next day to turn in an art portfolio.

This portfolio not only had to have ten pieces of my art work, but it needed to include two still lives. So I spent that night and the next day drawing my heart out.

With all of this going on I had the amazing opportunity to read the Book of Mormon in twenty-four hours. It was really cool and I would do it again. We read from 4-11 p.m. on Thursday, 4-11 p.m. on Friday, and on Saturday we went from 5 a.m. - 9 p.m.

I would never trade in my experiences that I had this week!

Bad Idea

So on Sunday we had a bit too much energy for our own good. We were out of control. I was plotting against Heather because of an earlier instance that involved certain things that shouldn't be discussed now. I couldn't think of anything that would truly get her back until she walked into the bathroom. In that moment I received a revelation. Why not simple lock her in there? Kayt and I frantically searched for something that we could use to tie the door to another object. Finally, Kayt pulled out large rubber band and it fit perfectly. Tying the door to our closet we successfully had locked her in there. She was in there for a bit and she never said a word, all we heard was the flushing of the toilet. Later she told us that she had a difficult time keeping quiet when Abi tried to crawl over to the door and tried to look under it. She misread the distance and ran her head into the door. It was hilarious. We laughed until we cried.

After a long time of silence from the bathroom we decided that we should let poor Heather out from her chamber. She just walked out and went to bed. She wasn't too happy and we realized that we had left her in there for 40 minutes.

We haven't ever felt that bad in our whole entire lives. So we wrote her a sorry letter and told her that we will accept any punishment that we have coming to us.

We are still waiting for the flour in the hairdryer.

A New Day

Today was a stepping stone. I started the day off with my hair actually getting done in a cute way. Kaytlin was gracious enough to take an hour to curl my hair. It is so cute. My hair normally doesn't stay curled very long, but by some miracle it did today. After that experience I felt daring and decided to have my nails done. Once again Kayt took on the challenge. She did a wonderful job and they look fantastic. But, it didn't end there. Heather thought that it would be cool to paint my toe nails with zebra and leopard prints. I went along with it and they actually turned out amazing. My Dad would be proud of me!