Wednesday, July 31, 2013


“Never say goodbye because goodbye means going away and going away means forgetting.” 
-J.M. Barrie

Vicky's flight back to the UK is in a couple of hours. We just had to say our goodbyes.
I am a soggy mess. These past 3 weeks have been amazing and our new home is going to feel so empty without her.


So I stumbled across this word, AMBULATORY, today.
And I gotta say. I like it.

It sounds kind of dirty any dangerous.
Something that occurs during walking.
Meaning you are able to walk.

Can everything be ambulatory?

Tuesday, July 30, 2013

The Last Day

What a whirlwind this month has been! I cannot believe Vicky is going back to England tomorrow.
I can't...
I haven't even processed it yet but when I do, the floodgates are going to burst.
We have had a hell of a time and I'll write about it all later, after I've cried my eyes out, caught up on 3 weeks of sleep, and done some laundry.
Until then, here is a blip of some of our shenanigans.

Friday, July 26, 2013

Quarter of a Century

I am 25 years old today.

Usually my birthdays don't phase me.
I scoff at people that gripe "oh I am sooooo old!"
I recently developed like 16 gray hairs on my head so I kinda get it.
But at the same time we are all going to age and die and it is what it is, so savor it.

Anyhow, I was kind of marveling at the whole "quarter of a century old" thing and the significance of time and history and human life and Eli pointed out that I am no longer in my "low 20s" and that made me go "hoooooly toledo you're right!"   Isn't it strange the world of difference (at least culturally portrayed) between low 20s and upper 20s?

In your low 20s you can stay out all night partying and you're probably in college or at least supposed to be in a job you only work for the money so you can go on adventures and do artistic things.  The hangovers aren't that bad and you're all over social media with your hipster friends.

In your late 20s you are supposed to be established--serious relationship, maybe a kid (unless you are in Utah, DEFINITELY like 3 kids at this point or you're failing at life) and you don't do kegstands anymore, you have "a glass of wine" as a "nightcap" and you have a career now.

What??! Where do these stereotypes happen?
Anyhow, this is all to say that I suddenly feel some kind of pressure that I'm trying to shake off because that is just ridiculous. Everyone should just live their own life and be done with the rest of it.
Stop trying to attain perfection (and by that I mean what Hollywood and Twitter and Facebook make you think you should be doing and create this panic in your gut that you are missing out) and focus on your breath and what YOU WANT.

Today I have been doing that.
I have had 2 maple donuts, a cup of delicious coffee (Salvador Honey Angel, whatever that is. Delicious is what it is), and I am currently drinking my pomegranate green iced tea. I've listened to "Don't Think Twice, It's Alright" and "Babylon" all morning because good, depthfull songs are what it is about on a quarter-of-a-century birthday and I have a blue balloon that the girl at the grocery gave me when I bought the donuts and sweet tea.  I rather felt like Winnie the Pooh, walking back to the office with this bobbing balloon dancing waverlyishly over my head. And then I started thinking about dear stuffed Pooh and the quote "rivers know this: there is no hurry. We shall get there someday."  and felt really good.
Pooh Bear knows what is UP.
I also thought about how I asked for the full illustrated edition of the books for Christmas a few years ago and got it (Mom and Dad know me so well).  And how you can never be too old for Winnie the Pooh.
Which just kind of says everything about life and age and birthdays, doesn't it?

Thursday, July 25, 2013

I just had to

Okay so I know this is way overdone and is getting annoying, but I love it, so I just had to.
It makes me happy.

In other news, today is my last day as a 24 year old. So weird to think that I will be a quarter of a century old tomorrow.  And then Eli had to ruin the awesomeness of that by pointing out I'll no longer be in my early twenties.  Thanks babe.
I'm trying to just enjoy my coffee and chocolate doughnut and not dwell on it.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

I'm Feelin 22

Ohmygaaaaawd I think I am dead.
We were out last night partying too hard. On a Tuesday for crying out loud.
It was Vicky's birthday in England and her last day being 21 in America and we went downtown to drink and dance and shoot pool.  It was fabulous.
But we should only have been shooting pool, and not vodka.
And definitely should have stopped ordering beer.

At some point that Taylor Swift song came on and it was so appropriate.
I can't believe my best friend is 22, and that I will be 25 in about a week.
It is so surreal.
And I am so glad that she is here to celebrate. We have never celebrated our birthdays together before, so this is quite magical!
We are going out again tonight for her American birthday, and then to Vegas tomorrow for a joint party.  My liver is already trying to curl up and die!

Happy Birthday Torie!
May Number 22 be a dazzling year for you.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013


We had a marvelous time camping in the High Uintas last weekend, and we leave for Las Vegas in two days!!
Everything is nutso and I'm running around like a headless chicken.
We are having the BEST time with my best friend.

Absurd photos and stories to come . . . if you want to see them. 
Yes, that is me walking alongside a giant dam carrying a floaty dragon.
In the beginnings of a rainstorm.

Tuesday, July 2, 2013

Time Fail

Somehow my desk clock was set to a different time zone. I was packing up to go home and then checked my cell and realized . . . I still have to spend 2 more hours at the office.

It felt like this.


I just spent an hour writing a glorious post.
I was really proud of it for once.  It was funny and heartwarming and the writing was decent.
And then f*cking Blogger deleted it.
And I don't have the time or patience to re-write it.  Uuuururrurhhgh
So here are some photos of our home.  Which we are now living in.
We are in love with it.

Housewarming gifts (fancy hose not pictured) from my sweet parents.

My view every morning.