Social media fast


As I listened to General Conference with my cute husband we listened as the Prophet of the church challenged all the women of the church to go on a 10-day social media fast. As well as power read the Book of Mormon and start attending the temple more regularly.

{here’s President Nelson’s full talk if you missed it}

What. for real? 10 days?

Ok but like… I don’t know about any of you, but 10 days is a long time not to check Facebook.

See, I have a condition called F.O.M.O. otherwise known as “The Fear of Missing Out.” It’s a disease that is becoming more and more common in today’s society and scientists have recently discovered that it is contagious and is often transferred person to person by means of Social Media.

Side effects include constantly checking my phone to see how many notifications I have. Scrolling through news feeds left and right all while comparing myself to this girl that has this and that girl that did that and what’s-their-bucket who looks oh so cute in their hot dang new profile picture. Constantly exposing myself to the relentless message that I’ll never be tall enough, strong enough, pretty enough, happy enough, kind enough, mean enough, tough enough, rich enough, or boujee enough to make it in this sick twisted world. It means I sit glued to my phone wondering who out there is having fun without me and wondering to myself why I’m not apart of all the fun. It means stressing about imaginary things I could be missing out on while being oblivious to the real parts of life that I am actually missing out on.

It’s a wonder to me why, if simply engaging in social media causes so many negative side effects, we don’t need to see a doctor before using it in the first place.

But here’s the thing.

All that ish is fake as can be.

A little over 10 days ago I found myself snuggled up on the couch with my sweet husband as we watched the woman’s session of General Conference (bless Josh for being a loving enough husband to watch it with me. I love him) When the Prophet of the Church, who I might add is literally a HEART SURGEON AKA MEDICAL PROFESSIONAL, told the women of the church we ought to take a break from drugging ourselves with this toxic practice.

So I did.

And this is what I learned.

I learned that I am so much happier when I don’t let stupid media weigh me down. I started to believe my husband’s compliments more. And I started to talk a little kinder to myself. I started to be more present when I was in social situations. I became a better listener. I also learned that I am more sensitive to the spirit when I’m not so worried about social media.

I learned that social media, for me at least, has an addictive effect on me. For the first couple days, I found myself trying to fill the void. I felt like I was going through withdrawals. I would get on my phone and subconsciously start looking for my social media apps only to realize they weren’t there. I decided that since President Nelson had also challenged us to read the Book of Mormon by the end of the year, that each time I got on my phone out of habit to scroll through Facebook I would force myself to open up my gospel library app and read at least a scripture or two. I did this no matter where I was at. Sitting in math class. Sitting at work surrounded by co-workers. Sitting on the toilet. You name it.

I am amazed by how much I got into the scriptures this week. They seemed to come alive. They seemed to relate to my life more because I was making them a part of my life more.

At one point during the week, I was reading from the Book of Mormon about Nephi making his “Account” and why it was so important to God that he did. I laughed as I imagined God commanding Nephi to create “Social Media Accounts” on Facebook, Instagram, Snapchat, and Twitter. I read as Nephi and his brothers sneak into Laban’s house to get an “Account” of their ancestors and imagined how funny it would have been if that meant Nephi was sneaking into Laban’s computer to hack his Twitter account.


I learned that the reason Nephi cared so much about his “accounts” was because he cared about sharing the gospel with his posterity. He just wanted to fulfill God’s commandment to bring the gospel to others.

It made me evaluate my own “accounts”

Do I spend my time on Facebook and Instagram trying to lift others up, or tear myself down? Are the things I post adding to the “record of my people” or are they merely an attempt at self-promotion in order to make myself feel better about not being as cool as so-and-so?

See, I don’t think that Social media is in and of itself evil. But it really just depends on how we use it. I think that the whole point of social media in the first place was so that we could record the things we do with “Our people” I think saving pictures of events and sharing stories makes these accounts rich and worth reading. I think that these “accounts” can promote faith. I think that together we can lift each other up and together we can come closer to the Savior as we make these changes in our lives.

It looks different for everyone, but I feel that as we all follow promptings we can make the social media world a more spirit-filled place to be. I imagine what Tweets and Facebook posts will look like for those who reside in the Celestial Kingdom. I imagine there will be a lot more family pictures and a lot less family gossip. I imagine we’ll share more videos of our children instead of sharing so many pointless videos of people doing makeup. I imagine it will be a lot less about our OOTD (Outfit Of The Day) and a lot more SOTD (Scripture Of The Day). I imagine everyone commenting kind words to each other. I imagine us not basing our self-worth on “Likes” but hitting “Like” more often in order to stand with our brothers and sisters about things that we believe in.

And I believe all of this can start right now.

So here’s to more gospel-centered accounts.

What did you learn from your social media fast?



Two hour church, and other lovely blessings

♪ Raindrops on roses
And whiskers on kittens
Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens
Two-hour church and Sunday cuddles with Bae
These are a few of my favorite things ♪

My sweet husband, Josh has been trying to get me to start blogging again lately and I’ve been trying to work up the motivation. See, I super do love sharing my little life on this corner of the internet, but it is so much easy to just sit and eat spoonfuls of Nutella while watching The Office instead.

We all have our weaknesses.

But sharing our life is important to me. So here’s a little life update.

Josh is working his little heart out to get the new Provo target ready to open in about a month! Just before our wedding Josh got a promotion and a new senior team lead position at this new store and we feel oh so blessed to have this opportunity. We know that this definitely is a great blessing. Right now he’s at work probably setting up shelves or something. I’ve been a couple of times to see it and gosh darn it’s such a cute little store! I’m so proud of Josh and all his hard work he’s put in to get here! I’m mostly excited that I don’t have to drive to the next city over to pick him up every night since we only have one car. #Blessings

I’m still coaching tumbling and am loving it. I’m also totally digging this new title of “wife” and enjoy doing all the “wifey things.” Pretty much all I ever want to do these days is cook dinner, snuggle Josh, and watch the Netflix reruns. I also enjoy random dance parties with my husband in the kitchen, going to Sonic late at night to get jalapeno poppers, and taking long romantic walks down every aisle at Target (because I mean, when your husband works there you kind of end up there a lot.)

We’re both plugging away at school right now and somehow managed to get 3/4 of our classes together! I know… what stereotypical Utah newlyweds. We love it. We have Math, Oceanography, and Digital Media together and while Josh takes his Fit for Life class I am in Pilates. There is nothing better than getting to take your best friend to school with you every day.

On a slightly different note,

We’re also very pumped about the church’s announcement that church is going to be two hours instead of three.

In my four months of marriage, I’ve been thinking a lot about our future family and what challenges bringing kids into the world will come. This announcement isn’t just that church is shorter, but that we need to spend more time as a family learning to live the gospel. I know without a doubt that this is the answer to so many of my prayers and know that this is the Lord’s way of strengthening families.

I am reminded of the Stripling Warriors in the Book of Mormon when it says that “they were taught by their mothers.” It doesn’t say that “they were taught by their Sunday school teachers” or “they were taught by their seminary teachers” but by their MOTHERS.

What a great responsibility it is to be a mother. And I think with this historic announcement God is reminding us just how important a parent’s role is in teaching their children the gospel. We are past the time when what they learn at church will be enough.

Oh how grateful I am not only for my own mother who is without a doubt a superhuman, wedding planning, anxiety reducing, mom-of-the-year, painting, gospel-loving, wizard. But I am also oh so grateful for the wonderful mom that raised my husband to be the man that he is. The world needs more moms like these. I don’t know when I’ll become a mom, but I know that if I have even half of the mom power as these lovely ladies I’ll be alright. I know that God has given me a way to prepare for that.

The Prophet has given us as women a chance to prepare ourselves for this great new responsibility. I think it is no coincidence that he gave us the challenge to read the entire Book of Mormon by December 31st when on January 1st the new Come Follow Me Family curriculum is implemented. And I know from personal experience that his exhortation to attend the temple will bring such great power.

HOW COOL IS THAT!? The Lord knows what He’s doing I think. We are so blessed.

I just think we have some good things going for us right now. The world is good.

So I guess to wrap up this blog post into three phrases you could say, Target is awesome, being a wife is pretty neat, and we can’t freaking wait for two-hour church.



Mr. and Mrs. Drebot

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I’m a Drebot now. Whitney Reid Drebot to be exact. Drebot is pronounced like the “Dre” in “Dreadlocks” and “Bow” like the kind you put in your hair. (Maybe even your dreadlocks if you have them. *winky face*) The “T” is silent. And if that’s still confusing… just make something up.

I married the man of my dreams exactly 1 month ago today.

invite pic
The front of our wedding invitation
frisbee to forever
The back of our wedding invitations

What a beautifully magnificent wonderful fantastic day it was. And what a dream it has been ever since.

It’s the little things.

The other night we went to bed super late after a long day of work for the both of us. I got to bed first and was curled up under the blankets when Josh came walking in the room toating one of our new cookbooks under his arm. I couldn’t stop laughing as he curled up in bed next to me and started reading me the cookbook. He read me random recipes until I fell asleep. Those are the moments I live for in marriage.

This last month we’ve been working away at organizing our new lives. We’ve been organizing our new apartment and sorting through all of our wonderful gifts and presents given to us by all of our generous family and friends and we are overwhelmed with how many wonderful people we have in our lives. We are SO GRATEFUL for all the magnificent people who helped make our wedding such a dream. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to all those who made the day so special. Thank you to everyone who came and supported us at our sealing, thank you to Josh’s Grandpa for organizing a wonderful luncheon, and thank you to those who helped us pull off my dream reception, including my genius mom and Aunt Mary who were the mastermind behind such beautiful decorations (pictures coming soon), everyone who contributed their talents or skills to help us pull it off, those who came early to set up, those who stayed late to help take it down, those who spent the night making homemade donuts for everyone, and last but not least, everyone who came, danced, and shared the special night with us.

Each of you mean so much to us and we are so grateful that we have you.

Thank you front

So…. now what?

I am still coaching tumbling at High Altitude Tumbling and love every second I get to spend with the talented athletes I work with every day. Josh is still working at Target and is excited for upcoming adventures with his new promotion and the opportunity he gets to help open a new store this fall. We love dates. We love spending time with family. We love sharing cheese. Our favorite shows right now are Shark Tank and Queer Eye. We love slow dancing in the kitchen. And we love hanging out with our married couple friends. More than anything, we love each other and we love that we are finally a family.

My goal is to be a little more present on here now that the wedding’s over. We’ve had a running joke in my family that whenever we talk about something we need to do someone responds with “after the wedding”… “Mom, are you going to cook dinner tonight”….”We’ll make dinner after the wedding”…”We really need to do laundry”…”after the wedding”…”I really need new shoes”…”You can get some after the wedding.”

Well, here we are, after the wedding.

So maybe I’ll start with a couple posts of our beautiful pictures taken by our ever so talented wedding photographer, Ashley Hawks. Maybe we’ll share some stories of Josh making delicious meals from his cookbook he reads to me late at night, or the dinners I make that end up setting off the smoke alarms. Maybe we’ll work a wedding video in there somewhere. Maybe a few scriptures will be mixed in here and there. Maybe I’ll share stories to make you laugh, or maybe they’ll make you cry.

So here it begins…

The story of Mr. and Mrs. Drebot.

Frisbee Boy Part 4 (the engagement)

This might be a pretty long post… we have a lot of ground to cover. But I promise it will be worth the read!

In my last post, we had recently started dating again after our friend zone. We were still not exclusive, and I was still going on dates with other people here and there as part of an attempt to “take things slow”, but we were heading in a serious direction for sure! As time passed I transitioned from going on dates with different people every night to dating Josh more and more often until he was just about the only one I ever wanted to see. On one specific night, as he dropped me off at the end of our date he asked me a very important question… he looked me in the eyes and said “Whitney, when can I start calling you my girlfriend?”

I said “well… I have a blind date planned on Monday that’s been planned for weeks and I would feel bad canceling it now, but as soon as that date is over I’m all yours.”

So that other blind date came and went. It was fine and the boy was nice, but the whole time I was on that date I was thinking about Josh and how much I wished I was with him. At the end of the night when my date finally dropped me off I ran into my room and flopped on my bed and send Josh a text that said “so, good news! I didn’t fall in love with my date tonight! 😉”

He later told me that he had been sitting on his bed wide awake waiting for that text to come.

The next day we celebrated becoming officially boyfriend and girlfriend with Martinelli’s and goldfish. We changed our relationship statuses and my goodness I was in heaven.

We became inseparable. We were always together. He became my whole world.

The night before New years Eve we pulled into his driveway at the end of a date. It was late and I had driven because Josh’s brother had their car. Josh seemed to be acting a little different and we started talking and he quickly started trying to explain his feelings he had towards me but was struggling to find the right words. He said, “Whitney, I have a lot of feelings right now, but I don’t really know what to do about them.”

I looked at hin and said “Well tell me those feelings Josh!”

It was well past midnight so it was officially New Years Eve at this point. He looked me in the eyes and said with a smile “Whitney, I love you.”

I told him I loved him right back.

The next day I took him home to Layton with me to meet my whole extended family. (After all, I had met his entire extended family on the second date, so it was about time.) Josh did an incredible job.

My family decided that night to have a lip synch battle. Josh and I performed A Whole New World from Aladin. Supposedly we tied for first with my mom and sister who performed a well thought out performance of Look What You Made Me Do by Taylor Swift. My mom attempted to twirk that day so I’d say they were some pretty fair competition. But at the end of our song, Josh had the guts to kiss me in front of my entire extended family and for that, I’d say he probably deserved to win first place.

As the following weeks passed I fell for this boy… and I fell hard. I just loved this boy more and more every day. We casually started throwing the idea of marriage around as a hypothetical situation. It was a lot of little comments like “if we get married….” from both of us. But at some point, and it was so subtle that I couldn’t tell you the moment it happened, but at some point, the conversation started to morph from “if we get married” to “when we get married.”

At the end of January Josh took me to start looking at rings.

I had picked one out and now it was all a waiting game. Josh had me squirming in my seat not knowing when he was going to propose. I was convinced I was going to be able to figure him out… I was dead wrong.

This last weekend (February 16-18th 2018) my best friend, Jordan, and her boyfriend, Trent were coming down from Idaho to visit. We had had this planned for weeks and I was super excited. We had planned this double date for Saturday and I was really looking forward to it.

A couple days ago Josh texted me and told me they had updated his schedule for work and that he now had to work on Saturday and so he would have to cancel our double date.

I was so upset. We had had this date planned for weeks and I hadn’t seen my best friend since they moved to Idaho months ago and this was the only day we had to hang out with them as couples. I told Josh it was okay, but I was super not happy about it.

So Friday came and Jordan and Trent came down. I met them at In-n-Out. While we were sitting there I told them about how I knew Josh was going to propose soon, but that I had no idea when. Trent had me convinced that Josh was probably waiting for the ring place to order the ring in and that it was going to be 4-6 weeks before it got here. After In-n-out we went over to Target to meet Josh for his meal break at work. We ran over to Wendy’s and even though it was only a half hour it was fun to have all four of us together for a minute.

The next day we met at Josh’s house early in the morning before he had to “go to work.” Josh made us breakfast and it was lovely. Then after hanging out for a while, he said that he needed to start getting ready for work so he went upstairs and put on his Target Outfit as if he was really going to go to Target. And I fully believed that’s where he was headed. I said goodbye to him and accepted my fate that I would have to third wheel for the rest of the day. So we left.

Jordan and Trent said that they needed to go finish some homework so we went back to my place to do that. I just hung out while they did that and then by some miracle was randomly able to skype with one of my favorite mission companions in Tonga that I hadn’t talked to in a while. So while I was distracted with this, the rest of them had this intense operation going down that I was completely oblivious to.

Trent told me he had a humanities project he needed to do where he needed to take pictures and that they needed to borrow my camera. Jordan has been telling the two of us about this abandoned castle in Provo she wanted to show us for months so we decided that today would be a good time to go check it out while Trent does his photography assignment.

So we left my apartment to head over to the castle. While we were still in the car Trent asked me if I could show him the camera stuff. I just looked at him and was like “no dude, we’re still in the car. I’ll get all the equipment out when we get up there. So then we started walking up the path. At one point Trent stopped and asked me for the camera again and I was like “dude be patient!” but decided this time to give in. He pretended he wanted to take a landscape picture right there. I handed him the camera and he took this dumb shot of the top of a roof of a building.


Photo Cred: Trent Thayne


I just looked at him and thought to myself “Seriously Trent… that was a terrible picture. You’re a terrible photographer.” haha little did I know he was just doing everything he could to get that camera from me.

So we got to the castle and started making our way up this beautiful pathway to get to the amphitheater. I’m oblivious to everything that’s going on and am just waltzing up the path like I’m just going to go take some pictures. When I get to the entrance of the amphitheater I notice a couple people with cameras set up and I think to myself “oh, there’s some people shooting a project here and I don’t want to interrupt them!” as I started to turn to tell Trent and Jordan we should probably leave.

My frisbee that Josh had thrown me to ask me on our first date back in October was lying on the ground in the pathway. I totally walked past it and didn’t even notice it so Jordan kept trying to tell me about it. She just kept saying “Look! There’s a disk on the ground! Whitney look! It’s a disk.” She said it several times before I turned around to realize that it was MY frisbee. It was then that I noticed the guy behind the camera was Josh’s dad and I started to put two and two together as Josh appeared from around the corner.

I about died.

Josh was supposed to be at Target.

Josh led me to the middle of the stage in the amphitheater.

He got down on one knee and told me he loved me.

He asked me to marry him.

I said YES!


And that’s the story of how I got engaged to the Frisbee Boy.

*insert hundreds of heart eye emojis here*

The rest of the day was a whirlwind. We took some more pictures with Trent and Jordan and then sent them on their way.


Josh and I spent the rest of the day hanging out. We went to Waffle Love for lunch. We watched the Office. Made a LOT of phone calls. Had dinner with his grandparents. Then went on a drive to the temple so we could talk.

It was an absolutely perfect day.

I can’t wait to marry my best friend. My partner in crime. The love of my life. My other half. My frisbee Boy. Joshua, I can’t wait to spend forever with you. I love you!



Thanks SO MUCH for all the support and love that everyone has already shown us. It means so much to us to feel so much love from so many friends and family members. We are so thrilled to start the next chapter of the rest of our lives together, and we are so happy that we have so much support as we begin this crazy journey! Josh and I love each of you very much and talk all the time about how grateful we are to have such an incredible army behind us. Thank you for all the love! We love you all so much!

And as always…. this story is to be continued…


And in case you somehow missed it… here’s the rest of the story!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 2.5 (Josh’s perspective)

Part 3

Frisbee Boy Part 3

Perhaps the most embarrassing moment I’ve ever experienced. Perhaps the most embarrassing moment anyone has ever experienced.

After the friend zone that night we decided that we still both wanted to go to the concert the next week as friends. We’d had the concert planned since like our second date and we both still wanted to go! And after all, we had decided we could still be friends right?

December 9th 2017 he picked me up and we walked out to his car with just a little bit extra space between us; Hands dangling lonely towards the ground determined not to connect.

We knew there was a chance of traffic so we left early. But the roads were as clear as the red sea the day Moses parted it so we made it up north in record timing. With a lot of spare time before the concert, we decided to drive around his hometown.  He showed me his old school, his favorite places to eat, his old house, and all the other little places that were important to him in his life. All the while we talked.

See, conversations with Josh were always so easy. I never felt like I needed to try to impress him or be anything I wasn’t. I always felt comfortable to be myself. He always laughs at my jokes, which I love, and he is just a fun person to be around. It was easy to talk about the church nerd side of me because I knew he would get it. We would have deep and meaningful conversations frequently when we were together which was something I’ve never experienced, at least not to this magnitude, with any other boy I’d ever dated.

So we were driving.

I was laughing.

He was smiling.

This was something special.

And suddenly I remembered that I had friend-zoned this boy and my heart felt like it had been tied in a knot and two giants were playing tug-a-war with it…

“Whitney! What the *swear words* have you done?! You have made a terrible mistake.” just kept repeating in my head.

What was I thinking friend-zoning a boy like this?

I sat there squirming in my seat as I dwelt on this terrible mistake I had made.

But I could get out of it… right?

So I decided to do everything I could to send the signals I wanted out.

We made it to the concert but the parking lot was full so we had to drive to the overflow parking lot to catch a shuttle that would take us to the concert. When we sat down on the shuttle I made sure to sit extra close to him.

Ya see… My neighbor, Dan, has a method he likes to tell people about. It’s a process in which a girl can tell a boy that she likes him without having to say any words at all. It’s called The Three-Point Touch. Ask any of the young women in our ward about it and you’ll get a good explanation. In order to initiate the three-point touch one must complete a series of innocent touches… starting by touching the shoulder of the boy, then the elbow, then the wrist. These can be completed with a relative amount of time placed between them and are to just be casual interactions. For example, say a boy says something funny, the girl can then place her hand on the boy’s arm and say something like “you’re so funny!” and then immediately remove it. According to Dan, this is a fool-proof way to communicate to a guy that you like them.

Well I have already Two-hand shoved Josh into the friend-zone at this point, so I wasn’t sure just a simple three-point touch would cut it. So you’d better believe I snuggled right up next to him. knees and thighs touching. Arms touching shoulder to elbow. There were far more than three points, right? and instead of initiating the touch and then pulling away like the method suggests, I let it simmer for a while and just sat there very close to him.

He didn’t move away. This was a good sign.

So we make it to the concert and go in.

We find our seats and sit down.

His arm casually resting on the armrest.

I knew that if I wanted out of the friend-zone I’d need to make a bold move. And it had to be obvious.

I was going to hold his hand.

Okay, so the logical thing to do would be to just grab his hand right?

Ya, sometimes I don’t think things through very well….

So I’m sitting there and for some reason, it seemed like the obvious choice to snake my arm around the back of his arm in order to grab his hand from the other side. So I did just that. But this presented a serious problem. See, I’m a little one. Being 4’10” tall with proportionate extremities means I have kinda short arms. And Josh being almost 6’2″ with likewise proportionate extremities means his arms are significantly longer than mine. And to make matters worse he was so determined NOT to let me hold his hand that he kept his elbow placed firmly on the armrest.

My hand couldn’t reach his.

So I panicked.

I panicked bad.

I knew there was no easy way to shake my arm back around to pull it to safety. So I did the next thing my brain told me to do.

I wrapped my hand around the armrest.

*this is a reenactment*

I was mortified.

I had just attempted to hold this boy’s hand but was unsuccessful. And now I was left here holding the armrest instead of his hand and now he was just looking down at my stupid arm trying to figure out what the heck I was trying to accomplish here.

And he thought it was funny so he JUST LEFT IT THERE! He left it there for what felt like an eternity although I’m sure it was only like thirty seconds.

Eventually, he just laughed and untangled my stupid arm and held my hand.

*takes breath of relief*

So that’s how we stayed for the rest of the concert.

The only problem was that despite the fact that our fingers were now interlocked, we STILL hadn’t discussed WHY IN THE SAM HECK I had made such an attempt to hold his hand.

As far as Josh knew I still just wanted to be friends and was just trying a sad unclassy attempt at friends with benefits. I knew we were going to have a conversation and I also knew it was going to be uncomfortable.

On the ride home I could feel the tension build with every mile we got closer to home. We were listening to Disney music and I didn’t know how to handle the situation so I just cranked the music to an uncomfortable level and sang my little heart out. There was no way Josh could say anything, which he later told me made him extremely frustrated.

As we exited the freeway he immediately pulled his hand away from mine and as we pulled into my apartment complex he turned down the music and with intense frustration asked “What are we doing?! I don’t know what’s going on?”

I finally opened up to him and explained to him the things that were going on in my life that had made me not want to date anyone, but I also told him that I really did like him wanted to date him. So for the next half hour, he patiently sat there and listened while I debated with myself about whether or not I was really ready for a relationship.

Finally, after a long debate, I just looked at him and exclaimed: “I WANT TO DATE YOU!”

Despite all that I had recently experienced in my life I knew Josh was good for me and that I really really liked him. I was going to go for it. I was going to date him.

Josh beamed.

That’s when we kissed.

So here we are… dating again and definitely happy about it.


And now the part that you all hate…

To be continued…


Catch up on the previous parts of the story!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 2.5 (Josh’s perspective)