As I was packing for Mexico tonight I was looking through an old notebook and found some pretty interesting things that I had written down.

Dreams are fading into a slight reality
A part of my life is ending
A part is beginning
I don’t know if I should cry or smile
I’m free
I’m me
I’ve broken a heart
World wars and Vietnam
Then the 80’s were right
The result is worth fighting for
If you have something worth fighting for
Do I?
Do you?

All things go
We had a mind set
All things go
You have to find it

Pizza Pie Cafe: It’s back and in Style

Just over three years ago I found myself in Rexburg Idaho for the first time in my life. I was visiting my then current boyfriend on my high school spring break and was delightfully enjoying my time experiencing the small town. My boyfriend’s semester was coming to an end and to celebrate we decided to have a night on the town? Can you even do that in Rexburg? Anyways, we ended up at Rexburg’s famous Craigo’s Pizza. Although individual pizza orders could be taken, Craigo’s main deal was its unlimited pizza, pasta and salad buffet at a great price. I immediately fell in love with the spud-o-licious; a pizza that contained potatoes on it and the oreo dessert pizza. It was literally to die for.

Just a month later I found myself living in Rexburg starting my first ever semester of college. When my dad dropped me off at my shabby apartment he asked where we should go eat dinner. I said “Craigo’s!” When I got together with friends the first time for dinner we went to Craigo’s. When family came to visit, we went to Craigo’s! I even got one of the Craigo’s t-shirts and sported it around campus on a regular basis to show off my Craigo’s pride.

After two semesters at BYU-Idaho I decided I had had enough of Rexburg and decided to move my academic career to BYU. My car packed to the rim with my possessions, I entered Provo down University Parkway and what catches my eye, but a “From the owners of Craigo’s Pizza in Rexburg Idaho; Pizza Pie Café! Opening Soon!” I was shocked! My one dream following me to Provo! I was in desperate need of a job and just a few days later a “Now Hiring” sign was posted outside the store. Again, just a few days later I found myself with a job in one hand and the ugliest pair of black non slip shoes in the other. I was set. I was hired as a full time worker since I was not to start school for another semester. The job paid minimum wage but it was enough for my bills and I was delightfully happy with the company my fellow coworkers and managers provided. To say the least, I fell in love with my job.

When the time came for me to attend BYU I found myself looking at my financial situation and realizing that I did not have enough money to go to school and only work part time, so I picked work. Just a few months later tragedy hit my reality as I found myself in the middle of a divorce. My coworkers and managers were super supportive and became the best of friends for me. The people I worked with at Pizza Pie Café in Provo are now some of my dearest friends in the world. Certain circumstances told me that my Provo ship had sailed and I was destined to leave. I found myself picking up and moving to Logan Utah.
Matt Smith, the owner of Pizza Pie Café had told me that Logan was a future destination of theirs. With high hopes I started my first semester at Utah State with no Pizza Pie Café in sight. As I was driving along 4th north one beautiful fall day the annoying beeping of my phone filled my car as a text message came through from my old boss Kory Holding. “We are coming up to Logan tomorrow to look for locations” the text message screamed. I was so excited I ran home and told all my roommates Pizza Pie Cafe was coming to Logan.

It’s been about six months since the location was found and the store is getting ready to debut to the Logan public on Monday. I couldn’t be more excited. I have found myself at the store with every free inch of spare time I have. With school, work, and moving all in the next few weeks I am highly anticipating my social life to hit the road. Yet, I couldn’t be more excited! Pizza Pie Café is back. I don’t know how the company has mysteriously followed me everywhere I have moved since I left my sister’s nest and hit the high road, but it has.

Pizza Pie Café has provided me with a consistent, fun, rewarding job for the past year and half now. I love this company. It’s provided me with a safe warm environment, amazing friends, a work ethic, and a stable pay to provide for myself. I am grateful for the opportunity I have to work for the company and I can’t wait till my fellow friend’s in Logan feel the same way.

Writing

I have always loved to write. Sadly, I have never found myself to be very good at it. My oldest brother Jerry is an amazing writer. For the past several years he has been an avid blogger. He doesn’t write for anyone but himself but keeps those who read his blog updated on not only his life but the important insights that he has. (To read his blog go here www.jerrysanchez47.wordpress.com) I have always been jealous of his blog. It’s written and researched well and I can’t help but wish I could write like him.

Writing for me has always been a way of expressing myself. When I’m alone and need to get something out I usually end up at Starbuck’s writing about it. I got into writing mostly when I was a senior in high school. My AP English teacher had us start out the year by writing poetry. At first I hated it, but slowly I learned that writing was a perfect way to express one’s self. What I cherish most about writing is the fact that you have to be honest. I find out how I truly feel about something when I write about it. It’s become a source of comfort in my life.

To those of you who are amazing writers like my older brother, I applaud you. It takes a lot of courage to write how you feel and share it. I hope that with this blog I can supply insightful insights into the world we live in. Like The Weepies say, the world spins madly on. So it goes. (Kurt Vonnegut)

I don’t consider myself a frequent flyer, but I have probably had the opportunity to fly more times then the average American. This past weekend I took a late night flight to Oregon and I realized how much I look forward to the flights that I take. Usually I find myself writing my thoughts down through out a flight and listening to my music, but I never realized how much I loved traveling alone and the opportunity of knowing no one and being in my own space.

Growing up I always traveled alone. Starting at a very young age my dad would ship me off for the summer to camps and to my mom’s family’s house out in Utah. It seemed like I was always going somewhere during the summer and consequently, always somewhere by myself. Know don’t get me wrong, I have always been a social person and always will be but being by myself is a time that I have always treasured.

Something about the orange lights and small insignificant cities that fell below me Thursday night opened my eyes to something bigger. It made me realize that I am apart of something bigger then just myself but being just by myself was simply enough. So thank you to my late night flight for making me realize that it’s ok to just be me.

Utah State





Before this past summer I had never even thought about Utah State. Today I am halfway through my second semester at Utah State and loving it. It has been such a blessing in my life to be here. Not only is the church strong here, but the school is filled with some of the most amazing people I have ever met. It has a wide variety of athletic events (including the awesome basketball games that I enjoy watching from the third row!) that I can attend for free and school spirit like none I have ever seen. Along with its many awesome programs, the school is just the right size. It’s not to big and not to small. There are a ton of fun traditions like becoming a true aggie and holds a great reputation. I guess what I am trying to say, is that I love being an Aggie and I am glad that the opportunity to attend this school came into my life. I don’t know what I would do without it.

Someday You Will Be Loved

This past week I took the train from Sacramento to Salt Lake. As I was washing my hands during a quick bathroom brake I noticed that someone had written on the wall “Someday you will be loved.” My mind is still carving the images of the black sharpe through and through hitting me every time.

Being in California this past week reopened my eyes to the outside world. I had forgotten how much of a bubble I put myself in here in Utah. I went through culture shock when I first arrived in Cali. I was appalled at the profanity, nudity, and worldly ways that we as a people live. Honestly, the first few days were extremely hard and I didn’t know how I was going to make it a full week.

For some reason, seeing the words someday you will be loved made me feel like everything was going to be ok. Someday everyone will be loved and whether that particular love story works out in the end or not is a mystery all in itself. It’s nice to think though that one day there will be that person that can make everything better and shield you from the world.

So, dear train vandalizer, thanks for making my day and giving me a little faith in the world. Thanks for making other people’s days and for giving them faith in the world. I had a little bit of hope restored to me that day. I hope someday you will find love just as I hope someday I will find love.

ANDREA GIBSON
PHOTOGRAPH

I wish I was a photograph
tucked into the corners of your wallet
I wish I was a photograph
you carried like a future in your pocket
I wish I was that face you show to strangers
when they ask you where you come from
I wish I was that someone that you come from
every time you get there
and when you get there
I wish I was that someone who got phone calls
and postcards saying
wish you were here

I wish you were here
autumn is the hardest season
the leaves are all falling
and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground
and the trees are naked and lonely
I keep trying to tell them
new leaves will come around in the spring
but you can't tell trees those things
they're like me they just stand there
and don't listen

I wish you were here
I've been missing you like crazy
I've been hazy eyed
staring at the bottom of my glass again
thinking of that time when it was so full
it was like we were tapping the moon for moonshine
or sticking straws into the center of the sun
and sipping like icarus would forever kiss
the bullets from our guns

I never meant to fire you know
I know you never meant to fire lover
I know we never meant to hurt each other
now the sky clicks from black to blue
and dusk looks like a bruise
I've been wrapping one night stands
around my body like wedding bands
but none of them fit in the morning
they just slip off my fingers and slip out the door
and all that lingers is the scent of you
I once swore if I threw that scent into a wishing well
all the wishes in the world would come true
do you remember

do you remember the night I told you
I've never seen anything more perfect than
than snow falling in the glow of a street light
electricity bowing to nature
mind bowing to heartbeat
this is gonna hurt bowing to I love you
I still love you like moons love the planets they circle around
like children love recess bells
I still hear the sound of you
and think of playgrounds
where outcasts who stutter
beneath braces and bruises and acne
are finally learning that their rich handsome bullies
are never gonna grow up to be happy
I think of happy when I think of you

so wherever you are I hope you're happy
I really do
I hope the stars are kissing your cheeks tonight
I hope you finally found a way to quit smoking
I hope your lungs are open and breathing your life
I hope there's a kite in your hand
that's flying all the way up to orion
and you still got a thousand yards of string to let out
I hope you're smiling
like god is pulling at the corners of your mouth
cause I might be naked and lonely
shaking branches for bones
but I'm still time zones away
from who I was the day before we met
you were the first mile
where my heart broke a sweat
and I wish you were here
I wish you'd never left
but mostly I wish you well
I wish you my very very best