Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Mud and Manti

Last Saturday was magical.
Bishop's barn. Giant slip n' slide. Paddle boats. Beached whales. Sun burns on my feet only. Giant bowls of miniature candy bars. New crushes. Sun sun sun {insert Beach Boys song here}. Awkward bathing suit moments with the ward. Gross pond algae. Sun bathing on a warm rock. Water balloon volleyball.

Freesia. Road trips. Animal counting. Haunted mansions. Tree swings. Manti Temple. Anti-Mormons. Corny lines. Freezing wind. Bright stars. Darn flirts. 90's music. Lost peaches. Political discussions. Chitty-chats. Snacky-snacks. Good night's sleep.

It was pretty good fun you bet.

Friday, June 24, 2011

Press the Button Max

Peter Falk passed away today. Now, if you're saying to yourself, "Honestly, I have no idea who Peter Falk is," he's more familiar to you than you think. He's just as much a part of your life as he is of mine. Well maybe he was more a part of my life than he was of yours. But you know him. You owe him your lifelong love affair with "The Princess Bride."


Without Peter Falk, life would be very different. I owe him some of my best childhood memories. All those Friday nights spent under blankets with my brothers and sisters watching either "The Princess Bride" or "The Great Race." Those were some quality times.
Peter Falk you will be missed.

Thursday, June 23, 2011

Let My Love Open the Door

Last night Steph, Rani, and I took a quick jaunt over to Salt Lake City.
The occasion?
Sondre Lerche.


My reaction?
I love this guy.
So cute. So nice. So funny. So talented.

Something great?
Small club. Standing up for three hours. Could have thrown something at him if I wanted to. Could have rushed the stage via the steps five feet from me. I am a perfect model of control.

Something unexpected?
Sondre is a rocker. I had no idea.

My favorite part of the night?
"Modern Nature" as the last song. It couldn't have ended any better.
That almost tops when Sondre Lerche looked right at me with his baby blues. Right at me!
Maybe I was blinding him with the flash on my camera?

The result?
I've been listening to Sondre songs all morning. I've also been on the verge of tears because of it. Good tears though. Tears of gratitude for great music and disbelief that I saw Sondre Lerche live.

Also great?


One man band.
Oh so incredible.
Could Sondre have a better opening act?
I don't think so.

{All images pilfered from the internet. The images I captured from the night are not so great.}

Monday, June 20, 2011

To the Dad I Love the Mostest

Happy Father's Day to my Dad
The Best Horse We Ever Had

"Little Hoarse"
My voice was raspy, rough, and cracked.
I said, "I am a little hoarse."
They stuck a saddle on my back
And jumped on me--and now, of course,
They trot me and they gallop me,
They prance me up and down the town
Yellin', "Giddy up, little hoarse."
{Some things don't mean the way they sound.}

-Shel Silverstein

If You Give a Mouse a Cookie

If you and your roommates happen to be dateless on a summer Friday night, you might want to go swimming.

And if one of your roommates has parents who have a heated pool in their backyard, you will more than likely go to their house instead of swimming in your apartment's pool of ice water.

And because you're girls and there won't be any boys around, you might order a couple boxes of pizza.

And because you might be too impatient to wait a full thirty minutes before getting in the pool you may get cramps ranging from your stomach to your feet.

And then you may spend an hour or two just floating in the pool with a foam noodle.

And then being in a pool with your good friends will remind you that when you were little, you always pretended that you were a mermaid, so you may spend the next hour describing what you would look like if you were a mermaid.

And if you're a mermaid, you will need a merman, so the next half hour will be spent describing him in all his half human half fish glory.

And then all this swimming will make you tired and so you'll pack into your car in your wet suit and bare feet {because your mermaid fins turn into feet when you get out of the water naturally}, and you'll go home and watch a romantic comedy from the 90's.

And chances are if you're dateless on a Friday night, you'll turn into a mermaid.


Friday, June 17, 2011

If I Only Had a Thumb of Green

A couple weekends ago, we celebrated Steph's birthday late and my birthday early. We danced the night away. My lifelong pal, Katelyn, brought me a precious potted rose plant. She wanted me to have flowers that would last much longer than ones chopped from the stems and kept alive for a few days in a vase of water.

I think she overestimated my talent with plant-life.

In a desperate attempt to keep these beauties alive, I may have watered them too much...or not enough. I may have given them too much sunlight...or not enough. Whatever the cause of death may have been, I can only conclude that I am at fault. {Unless one of my roommates poisoned the roses out of spite}. I owned a plant for less than two weeks. There was no hope of resuscitation.

The funeral services were lovely.
I only hope I don't end up in the clink for the murder of an innocent, young plant.

Monday, June 13, 2011

The Nights When There are No Friends to Be Found

One might think that with the marvelous Provo summer weather, hordes {literal hordes} of young, attractive college students would be simply itching to escape their apartments and ditch their cleaning check responsibilities to play multiple rounds of "Ghost in the Graveyard" or "Body Body."

Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, but altogether too many young people would much rather scrub their tubs or be on dates than to just waste their Friday night to "hang out." Never underestimate the desires of the Young Single Adults to be both responsible and faithful.

So if you find yourself "dateless" on a Friday night in Provo, Utah, you have two options:

1. Clean your apartment
2. Wallow in self-pity

As for me, I choose to do both. I'm a multi-tasker.

Wednesday, June 8, 2011

The Refiner's Fire

Around this time nine years ago, my home state of Arizona was ablaze with the Rodeo-Chediski Fire. The summer sky was consistently overcast, but not with clouds of rain. There was no rain. Just smoke.


I remember my dad telling those of us who still lived at home that there was a chance--however slight--that we would have to leave our home to escape the path of the fire. He asked each of us in turn what precious belongings we would take with us if we had to evacuate. I mentally went over every item I owned. I wanted to take everything. My books, my violin, my
dance shoes and leotards, my old journals, my knick-knacks, writing projects, photo albums, absolutely everything. I told my dad that and he let me know that we wouldn't have room for all of those things, and that we could only take the most important things we owned. To my twelve-year-old self, all those things seemed important, they were all a part of my daily life and my past and wanted them with me in the future. But I decided that the only thing I truly needed in my life and that I would take with me if we had to leave were my scriptures.

Now the Wallow Fire {as it has been dubbed} is currently burning again in my corner of the state. The loveliest part of Arizona will soon be nothing but stubble. I'm not there to witness the smoke, the evacuees, or any of it. But it's very real. Once again I have had to think about losing my home to fire. The fire is still quite far away from my hometown, but too close for comfort I should say. I would love to just pick up my whole house and move it to keep it safe, or better yet, stop the fire. But if I do lose my home, it's just a thing. As long as my family and friends are safe, that's all that really matters. And I have my scriptures with me, and that's all I would take. Of course, I would hate to lose everything, our family pictures, our mountains or books, all the family history my mom has collected, and all the things we have treasure as a family, but they really are just things.


As I have been praying over the past week {and praying hard}, I have had to wonder if this fire is what God has willed for us. We have prayed and fasted as individuals, families, and communities that the fire will be able to be controlled and eventually stopped, that rain will come, and the wind will cease to fan the flames. But what if that isn't what God's will is for us? I do not think that we should stop praying that the fire will end, but maybe we should include that we will learn from this fire what it is the Lord has planned for us. Maybe it's to finally bring us together as a community as we unite in service to each other. Maybe it's to learn to not put so much store on the temporal items in our lives, no matter how beloved they may be.

"Every man's work shall be made manifest: for the day shall declare it, because it shall be revealed by fire; and the fire shall try every man's work of what sort it is" {1 Corinthians 3:13}.

"That the trial of your faith, being much more precious than of gold that perisheth, though it be tried with fire, might be found unto praise and honour and glory at the appearing of Jesus Christ" {1 Peter 1:7}.

"When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee; and through the rivers, they shall not overflow thee; when thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee" {Isaiah 43:2}.

Monday, June 6, 2011

21 Years, 101 Posts

I am officially 21 years of age this very day.
Ettie and Holly woke me up at 5:00 am so I could open my marvelous birthday package from Mama and Daddy. New books, movies, socks and salt-water taffies for me!

I went back to bed for four more hours.
All the roomies went to work and school. Aren't they dedicated?

I did a batch o' laundry and made myself birthday pancakes and listened to President Uchtdorf.

Then it was off to work where gerber daisies, berry vanilla lotion, and funfetti cupcakes were waiting for me. Best co-workers a girl could ask for.

Texas Roadhouse!

Party. Party. Party. Party. Bed.

I have also reached my 101st blog post mark.

So here's to 101 more.

Blog posts that is.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Fifty Dollars Richer Though a Little Worse for Wear

"What would you do for fifty dollars that you wouldn't do for...not fifty dollars?"
In other words, what is something you would do for fifty dollars that you wouldn't otherwise do?

Well, I would tell a guy that I think he's charming and that he's the most interesting guy...man that I have ever met. And then I would tell him, "I think that we should go out again sometime."

And that is what I did yesterday.

Although it wasn't quite as suave as I make it out to be. In fact, there wasn't even a fraction of "suavivity" in that moment at all.

But the good news is, I am fifty dollars richer.
And that guy...man now knows that he is charming, which he deserves to know.

...I'm going to buy some new shoes...