Musings of a little Mormon girl.

Today I was thinking.
I was thinking about how blessed I am.
I'm blessed because my life is so good even though so many things in it have and should have or could have gone wrong so that it didn't turn out this way.
I'm blessed because I was somehow born into, out of the millions of families on this planet, one that has a knowledge of and lives by the restored Gospel of Jesus Christ.
I'm blessed because even though they weren't the best at teaching me the significance of this as I was growing up, they made sure I'd be put somewhere where I could learn.
I'm blessed because even though I didn't work all that hard in high school, I somehow got into BYU.
I'm blessed because even though I didn't want to come here at all, my parents saw the importance of my being here and they made any and every argument they could muster to make it the most desirable option I had to choose from.
I'm blessed because even though when I got here I didn't make friends with the best people, the best people to be my friends saw something in me that they liked, and they reached out to me at JUST the right time.
I'm blessed because for some reason, every person I needed to learn something from was placed in my life at exactly the moment I needed them.
I'm blessed because through this series of incredibly fortunate (too fortunate to be merely coincidental) events, I was able to gain an understanding of the atonement of my Savior and use it to become someone better than I ever knew I had the potential to be.
And I don't know why I, out of the billions of people on this earth, received all of this divine intervention, so that somehow MY life could be so good and so meaningful and so bursting with joy and happiness when I know so many people who are struggling or miserable or lost.
I was thinking it's because maybe I needed the help more than those people. Maybe they're stronger than I am.
But I'm not so sure that's it. I'm pretty sure it's more about the expectation God has for me to use these blessings I have been given to help others.
And I want to help make other people as happy as I am. I really want to.

What do you do when...

You might remember the bridal fair I mentioned attending in February. While I was there, I submitted my name into several drawings for soon-to-be brides. (I was expecting to soon become a soon-to-be bride, mind you.) Tuesday I got a call from a woman informing me that I won.

What did I win? you ask.

Oh, nothin. Just a pair of engraved champagne flutes.

Oh, and for my name to be entered into another drawing for a Harley Davidson and a 4-day trip to Jamaica.
Oh, and $1000 in coupons.

OH, and a FREE pair of wedding bands.

OH! And I almost forgot. Also an all-expenses-paid 3-day 2-night vacation at a resort in the Bahamas, the Dominican Republic, or Mexico.
All for the low, low cost of sitting through a 90 minute demo of Royal Prestige nonstick cookware.

Ahh, the poetic justice of life. I get dumped and win every broke newlywed's dream. How fortunate am I?!
So what do you do when you win such an awesome prize that you can't really even use? You take your ex-boyfriend to the demo and pretend to be engaged, get suckered into buying an individual piece of impressive but exorbitantly-priced cookware, then sell the prizes to make up for it.

Therefore, I'm giving the trip to my parents, but if any engaged couples need to buy wedding bands, I'm willing to sell the pair of rings for $400, which is way cheaper than they're worth. If you want to look at the options, go to JVLjewelry.com
I'll also sell the champagne flutes if anyone wants them, but I haven't researched how much they're worth yet. Let me know if you're interested.