These People

Daisy is older. She's Hispanic. Has lots of curly brown hair and is the best cook in the world. She calls me Baby Girl. Sometimes she sneaks rice and beans into my work purse because she knows I'm a starving college student and she wants to fatten me up before I head home. But she always tells me its our little secret or else the managers will make her cook for them too. On break she will hum to me and braid my hair making sure everything is OK and then kiss my cheek before we head back to work.


Richard is my coordinator. He's older too. But he doesn't have a family. He has blazing green eyes that seem to never focus on anything. He's from Germany. He thinks I'm special and calls me his supergirl because I'd do anything and everything for him. When work is slow he will just stand beside me and smile with me. We talk about life and God and family. He tells me everytime he sees the Elders on their bikes and thinks of me. He asks me how my days off are and if I got enough sleep. He gives me a hug every morning and squeezes me and tells me he loves me. He notices when I am sad and let's me takes breaks and sits with me. He's kind of eccentric. And sometimes he yelps in a weird voice when he is happy. He calls me Princess, too. He is the most caring man I've ever met.

Stephanie is a fellow College student. She's awkward and hilarious. We click. She tells me I've got swag and I tell her she looks like Katy Perry. We get lost when we do towel runs. She didn't really know Utah or Idaho existed and has never met anyone from there. She's from Chicago and she's obsessed with cats. I've only known her two weeks but we love each other. She calls me her Awkward Stormin' Mormon from Utah. Everytime we see each other, we laugh. What else can I say?

Sophie is actually Eun Ha. She's Korean. Sometimes we make Asian jokes together because I love Asians. She taught me how to write my name in Korean. We have dance parties together and go to Grocery Bingo. Sometimes we fall asleep on each others shoulders on the bus and she tells me the truth about when I'm falling for boys. She is a cutie. We cry together. She's one of the only people I've met who doesn't swear and who is always uplifting. It's refreshing and beautiful. I'm going to miss her.

Xin is from China (I love Asians). We have girls nights and give each other back massages and watch Roman Holiday. She met with the missionaries and me more times than I could count and almost got baptized. It didn't work out in the end but we still play every week. I was with her for her first wave. First water park. We watch fireworks at EPCOT with our arms around each other. We talk about boys and China and God. She taught me how to say "I love you" in Chinese. Wa Ai Nee. That's how you pronounce it at least. Everytime we part we say "Wa Ai Nee" to each other. She is so cute and sometimes buys me popcorn or cookies and tries to make me food all the time. I don't want to say bye to her.

Susanna is one of my roommates. She is incredibly beautiful. We tan together at Mickey's Retreat and just relax. Sometimes we wait up for each other to get home to talk about our day. She is an answer to my prayers. Her simplicity and goodness inspires me. She just says it how it is. I never tire of her presence. I'm so glad she's going to be in Rexburg with me.

London is a star. She sings like Ella Fitzgerald. I went to my first Kareoke bar with her. She asks me deep questions about life and really makes me think. Hard. She wears red red lipstick and can "shake it" like no one I know. Someday she's going to be famous, I know it. We recorded a rap song together about working at Disney. I love her spontaneity. Sometimes we cry together to. She reminds me I'm not perfect and it's OK when I slip up. "God still loves you" she tells me. And I believe her.

Natalie lives with me. She tells me stories about Mike Wazowski's arm falling off at work or how she's the hottest girl in Disneyworld and that's why all the men hit on her. We talk about family. And our Daddy's. We have photoshoots and she shows me what she makes for dinner every single night. We are blog buddies.

Bethan has a British accent. When we close Beach Haus we sweep the floor and sing showtunes together. She never stops smiling.

Jacquie somehow shows up whenever something goes wrong. She's always in the right place at the right time and gives me a hug. She gets it.

Heidi and Emilee include me.

Alvin stands up for my differences.

Keillan and Amy teach me about Australia and the world that is so foreign to me.

Will loves me for me. And that's it.

Gianfranco makes me want to be better.

Mike gives me strength.

The missionaries give me responsibility.



God gives me these people. I can never thank Him enough. They are my Florida family. I will forever hold them in my heart.

I didn't know people were so good.

My Families' Pictures

My mom is always on the ball. Always. She gets her Christmas shopping done in August, and her Christmas cards sent and scheduled to arrive exactly on December 1st. I'm not sure how she does it. And I don't usually like making my Christmas List before school starts, but, at least she is a go-getter. This year...we were a little late on the family picture taking. It was my fault since I lived in Rexburg so we did them the only time I could, Thanksgiving break. I think they turned out nicely.

That same break I took my other "family pictures".

The joy. The laughter. The wood cabin background. The Christmas sweaters. The comradeship. It really couldn't have turned out better. I'm still waiting on the rest of the prints. But, I think I might hang this one above my fireplace. It's just too good.

Christmas break is a dream. No school. No -10 degree weather. No ruminating girls. No nasty bathrooms. No cleaning and throwing out my back. No smelly dishes. Instead, I have my sister holding my hand, my dad's arm around me and my ward leaders giving me kisses on the cheek every five minutes. It's great to feel loved :) I even had a welcome home surprise. I came down to my old room with it clean (a miracle in itself) and a CD playing. The CD's title was "For Shelby". I unpacked and listened to the CD and realized Jenessa filled it with songs that reminded her of me. Yellow. Say Hey (I Love You). Free Fallin'. Spotlight. Baby, Your a Firework. The Best I Ever Had. Today My Life Begins. Dream a Little Dream of Me. Kiss Me. Memories of You. Well, call me silly, but I was tearing up a bit as "BABY YOUR A FIREWORK" was blasting in my ear. It's good to come home to my family...

....(ies)

Yes, both of them. :)

Home for the Holidays

HAPPY THANKSGIVING!!!

Tuesday night I drove into Utah Valley. Oh, how I miss the mountains. It's definitely 15 degrees warmer here than in Rexburg. But, the thing that makes home magical is the familiarity of family and friends.

You know that saying "Absence makes the heart grow fonder". Well, I think that's usually true. Sometimes, it "fonder" can be substituted with "more forgetful". But, the people who really matter in your life, you love more and more when you can't be with them. I love my family. They are the best thing that's ever happened to me. I'm so grateful for the way I was raised and the values and spirit that are ever-present in my home. It's so interesting to meet people who grew up in different homes across the world who have such a different view on life! I am SO grateful for mine. I missed listening to classic rock and Disney while making pies and rolls with my siblings and having a dance party in the kitchen. I missed hearing Asia show off her "piano skills" and Jenessa giving me big hugs and Devin laughing with me. I missed raking leaves together and jumping in them and being attacked. I miss wrestling on the floor. I missed family chores. I missed watching movies together in the basement with the heat-dish on full blast and everyone falling asleep. I missed goofy family pictures where it's almost impossible to get everyone to have a normal smile. I missed waking up in the mornings to music and cleaning noises going on upstairs. I missed sleeping in my bed. I missed the love that's always in the house...even when it's loud and chaotic. I missed my family.

They are so wonderful.

My friend Kelsey came home with me for Thanksgiving break. It was a blast to share this week with her. Of course, after Thanksgiving dinner everyone fell asleep then watched movies the rest of the day. I literally couldn't move I was so full. Ah, lazy days. So nice. The next day Christmas decorations went up. Ha. Funny how that works.

But, I'm already counting down the days till Christmas break...

I'll get to see my family again :)

19.

Thank you Family :)

I'm 19.

No, We Don't Wear Long Johns

This, my friends, is the Frampton Family Crest:



Take a good look. A REALLY good look. Perhaps, look past the fact that it has no majesty or granduer in any way and it's just a chunky old man in his red long johns. Look for the symbolism. You know, the whole "read-between-the-lines" thing, but it's a picture instead. Or maybe we could use the phrase "Don't judge a book by it's cover" but say instead "Don't judge a family by it's crest".

Last year, my dear Grandma Dixie, was going to buy the Frampton Family (all 80 of us) a shirt with our family crest on it. Sounds like a pretty great idea right?! Perfect family reuinion souvenior.

Then.

We saw our family crest.

And that idea died a horrible death and was buried with no ceremony.

Well, I didn't think I would ever have to see our family crest again, until my Girls Night Out the other week at my cabin.

There we are playing a good round of Mafia, when I look around and see it. Framed. On the mantel above the fireplace. Obviously, the game stopped momentarily while everyone admired that historical picture.

We came to the conclusion that having a fat man in long johns really means our family will be prosperous. I mean, if you were fat in the old days you were royalty! So, we must be royal. And if you wore long-johns......you were, free? Yes. Free. So our family will forever be blessed with prosperity.

At least where food and pajamas come in to play.

Perfect Peach Pie

perhaps?...

prepare

pounce

perk up

protect

present

...panic

Oh no.

Yesterday my older brother got married for time and eternity in the Mount Timpanogos Temple. Along with bridesmaid duties and being the official-unofficial photographer, I was one of the "single ladies" that got to participate in the bouquet toss.

I didn't mean to catch it. 

I just....did. Competition. You know? I had to. At least try.

I tried to give it to my older sister afterwards. 

She wouldn't take it. 

It's just fun and games right?

There's no TRUTH behind all the "rumors". 

I mean, someone I know caught the bouquet in fifth grade. THEY didn't get married next.

No. I have nothing to worry about. 

Nothing at all. 

At Last

Taylor and Karly Frampton

August 12th, 2011

One Love, One Life

Congrats! :)

Asian Allergies

Apparently...

Asia is allergic to Mosquito Bites. Who knew?

She's pretty distraught. I actually had to sneak attack her to get this picture.

I keep telling her "You look so cute and Asian! Just like your name!".

But she won't hear it.

All she can think of is how she has less than 24 hours until she's a beautiful flower girl in a wedding...and her face is twice the size as normal...

Poor girl...

We Are The Framptons

MY FRIENDS
Dun dun dun dun dun dun
AND WE'LL KEEP ON FIGHTIN'!

TILL THE END

bom bom bom bom

WE ARE THE FRAMPTONS

WE ARE THE FRAMPTONS

No time for Losers cause

WE ARE THE FRAMPTONS

of the world.

This is a typical Campfire at Frampton Family reunions.

Queen is a typical band to sing for campfire songs.

Changing lyrics to boast about ourselves is a typical thing to do around the campfire.

We are typically great air guitarists.

Typically we try to be louder than the campfire next to us.

We are pretty competitive...typically.

Also, we typically sing in twenty different keys (most of the family is not so musically inclined).

But, we are pretty good dancers. The shimmy is a typical move to see around the campfire.

This is a typical conversation around the campfire:

Uncles
"We are the Framptons?! Why haven't we thought of that all these years? We are being taken over by the younger generation!"

Grandma
"You know, when I was young we used to dance Cheek to Cheek. That's just how it was done! And we sang 'Row row row your boat' around the campfire" (breaks into song)

Dad
"We should be the VanFrahmptun Family. Singing sensation! Ich ist bgeveth glabenhos bin venhoaseh!"

Me
"Gesundhiet"

Then we would start singing Jukebox Hero.

Or do our own versions of the guitar solo in Hotel California.

Or maybe we would sacrifice the 50 year old BYU P.E. shorts Grandma brought as we sang tribal music and shimmied around the fire.

Reunions are the best.

Watching home videos and EVERY SINGLE OUTFIT Grandma sees she shouts "I still have that!" Even the ones thirty years ago. She saves everything.

Kayak wars. Four wheeling rides. Beautiful sunsets. Lunes on the Lake. Never ending noise and laughter.

I love my family.

We are the Framptons.

My First Day of Spring Break

I receive a text.

"We need you. Come upstairs" -Taylor

I walk upstairs.

I look around.

Then I about had a heartattack.

An interesting start to my Spring Break.

No worries. They are wearing swimsuits.

But still.

My brothers: hilarious.