Hi, I'm Missy, and I'm a perfectionist.

     Ever since I was little (and unable to sleep without a perfectly tidy room), I have known a large part of my personality involves perfectionism.  Sometimes it isn’t as apparent in certain areas (last year I never completely moved into my room and it was often messy), but this trait is always present somewhere in my life.  Whether it’s grades, relationships, appearance, my living space, or not allowing one ounce of gluten to enter my body, I always want everything to be perfect.  I am not controlling of other people but I am literally obsessed with self-control no matter the cost.

     In my religion class yesterday we had a lesson on pride.  We had to read this talk prior to class, and although I had read it before, I hadn’t paid very close attention.  In class we discussed the talk, and it was one of the better lessons I have ever been taught in my BYU career.

     My teacher also added a few sweet afterthoughts—things he think a lot of people suffer from without realizing they are rooted in pride.

  • Perfectionism
  • Self-hatred/self-deprecation
It was one of those cheesy times when I felt like my teacher was talking to me individually…

Then he shared this quote, which I love, from President Samuelson:

     “Often those who struggle the most with perfectionism are among the most talented people. Some, however, become so obsessed or consumed with their every thought, action, and response that they become far too extreme in their perceptions of what is expected of them. Those suffering from perfectionism tend to be wonderful, contributing, and effective people, and yet may feel no matter what they do, it is never enough” (“What Does It Mean to Be Perfect?” New Era, Jan. 2006, 10).

     I'm not saying I'm one of the most talented people out there, I just liked the focus on unrealistic expectations of self.  I think everyone can work on pride and all the unexpected tangents of it.  That’s all. 


still waiting for nephew #2.

Krisy is 40 weeks pregnant today.  Every morning for the past week I have been sending Dave the same text.  This is how our conversation goes:

Me: Baby?
Dave: Tummy.
Me: Blast.

So yesterday Dave turned the tables.  Around 9 am, the time I typically send the eager text message, I received this:

Dave: Baby?
Me: Tummy.
(No response).

But tomorrow the baby will come (if not naturally, by force).  I am so excited!  I can't wait to see what he looks like, what they'll name him, and how Patten will respond.  And I promise I will still love him (Patten) and pay attention to him even if he has a new brother (though I can't promise I won't want to hold insert name here whenever I can)!


oldies but goodies.

I'm not sure why, but for some reason I'm feeling very nostalgic today. It could be because I just got back from a simple and wonderful trip to Fairview with my family (and M). It could also be because I'm trying to avoid studying. Perhaps the fact that my life is full of huge (and wonderful) changes is making me antsy and desperate for something sturdy to hold on to. The past doesn't change, so I think that's why it's on my mind today. I was looking through some of the (literally) thousands of pictures on my computer and found a few that made me smile. Ironically enough, most of them are from times when my life was changing dramatically. This makes me content and excited about the changes that are happening now, because these pictures represent some of my fondest memories.
*If you aren't in a picture, it doesn't mean you aren't included in my favorite memories. :)
 PS - Can't wait for nephew number two to get here later this week!  I hope Krisy is comfortable until then...


vera wang dress.

So, I have a Vera Wang dress. But it's not a wedding dress. It's actually a hand-me-down dress from my current roommate, Miss Emily. It's cotton. And it's from Kohl's. But I think it's funny to claim that I have a Vera Wang dress with the wedding coming up...


Wedding bells?

Some of you may have heard that I have a boyfriend.

This is true.

(We’ve been dating almost ten months).

You may have heard his name is Mike Wallace.

This is also true.

(He is the real Mike Wallace).

You may have also heard a rumor that we are:

jumping the broom

taking the plunge

tying the knot

getting hitched

buying the cow

getting married...


We’re engaged!

M&M Wallace coming at ya this December!