Wednesday, November 30, 2011


 Not mine silly... but I sure love weddings.

I think the heavens rejoiced when that
mustache died.
Del coaching Chad's snowball ambush...

There are 2 things that make me instantly cry...
thinking about Akela and how grateful I am for these 2.
                        Once again, that Stache HAD. To. Go.

I seriously loved Brittany's flowers.  I couldn't get enough of them!

It was here that Frank learned my love
for sugar cookies.

A whole table of delicious, DARLING
sugar cookies
He loves pictures

Her 15 year old sister made the cake!

Monday, November 28, 2011

How romantical....

This will go down in the books as the first present he ever gave me.

Tuesday, November 22, 2011

The way my family rolls...

Before the wedding we had to have our pre-game favorite food... Yes, some might think that it is odd how much we love McDonalds... but that's just the way my family rolls.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

Love is in the air...

My cousin's wedding this weekend was spectacular.

Friday, November 18, 2011

What's your story?

It's true. Due to my age, every time I go on a first date at some point in the getting-to-know-you process all I am really trying to figure out is, "What is your story?" I think it is a much more polite way to think about it than what most people ask me when I tell them I am going out with a (insert any age above 26) year old guy. People ask me all the time, "Why isn't he married? What's wrong with him!?" In other words, clearly there must be something wrong with any Mormon over the age of 26 and not married.

Every time someone asks me that question about a guy, being the insecure 28 year old single Mormon that I am, I instantly feel hurt, offended. (Clearly my problem not theirs.) But it's true... every older single has a story. There is a reason why they aren't married. And when I meet any guy I feel like I am just trying to crack the code to understand his story.

My story you ask? (If you've known me for the past 10 years I know you don't need to ask, you've had to live it and I am sorry) But for anyone that hasn't known me... or those of you that are curious to see if I recognize my story, here is my story:

(Thank you Kennan showing me this!)

But wanna know the good news. Things are definitely looking up.

Thursday, November 17, 2011


Sometimes I am just overhelmed by the wonderful friends I have in my life.  Today is one of those days.  Last night I went to a play and dinner with my Paradigm friends.  It was so ridiculously fun I couldn't stand it.  As  I was driving home late last night Joanie and I were talking on the phone.  She said, "You know, we really were part of something special."  It's true.  It was something very special.

But the craziest thing has happened.  It happened without me even knowing.  Today I was walking around my current school and I was amazed at all the wonderful friends that I have made.  They come in all ages, shapes, and sizes.  I can not wait every day to get to the Faculty Lounge to hang out with my buddies.
Here are some of the key players:
Age:52: Mr. Earth- loves to talk weather and school gossip.  Didn't get married until he was 32 so he loves to talk my dating life.
Age 55: Mr. MoTab- Kindest, sweetest, but strictest teacher that loves to eat McDonalds.
Age 40: Ms. Skinny - Eats like a freaking bird.  Like 7 crackers and half an apple is a big lunch.
Age 58: Mr. Travel - loves the world. From Delta.
Age 55: Mr. Funny - From Blanding.... and although he hasn't lived there in 30 years he still loves to talk about it.

Occasional Cameos:
Ms. Organic - typically there to just use the toaster because she doesn't believe in microwaves.
Mr. Camopants - drives a motorcycle and cut students' phones in half with a saw
Ms. Deer-in-the-headlights - Poor poor first year.  Of course barely staying afloat questioning what the heck she was thinking going into education. (Don't worry sweet thing, sooner or later you will become jaded too)

And because of them.... my days are so much better.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Welcome to a real life fairy tale.

 I don't feel like words can enhance this post, so I will just say: This is a real house and the people inside it are even more amazing.

With a garden like this, you would think
she has a LOT of problems.


I hope someday to be as cool as this gardener...

As we drove away from the dream home we saw this:

I miss summer already..........

Monday, November 14, 2011


I can tell you the last time I was THIS excited about Christmas.  It was 2005.  I remember when I was sitting next to my mom at Santa's Workshop she asked me what I wanted for Christmas.  Right then Mariah Carey's "All I Want for Christmas is You."  was playing over the loudspeakers.  I said, "Mom there is only one thing I want for Christmas this year."  The rest of the season I remember my mom and I constantly singing that song. It was the most magical Christmas ever... I remember going to bed Christmas Eve night thinking that life really doesn't get any better than this.  I remember opening the best present I've ever gotten that Christmas Day.  It was a plane ticket to Houston, Texas... where a big shiny rock was going to be waiting for me.  Yeah talk about a great Christmas... but sadly the next Christmas my theme song was "Last Christmas" You know the song, "Last Christmas I gave you my heart but the very next day you gave it away."  Yeah kinda sad.  But seriously I look back now and can only think of one song when I think of that whole experience, "Some of God's greatest gift's are unanswered prayers."

Anyways back to this Christmas.  my theme song this season.... Mistletoe by Justin Bieber.  It's true.  I officially totally have the Bieber fever!!!!  If you haven't heard it yet.... PLEASE listen to it.  I've got a feeling it is going to be a fabulous Christmas.  :)

If you are one of those anti-Christmas music til after Thanksgiving... I'm sorry. 
 But be sure to listen to it on November 26th :)


Saturday, November 12, 2011

No Place Like Home

 Now all we need it is a dog named Toto.

Friday, November 11, 2011

Cedar High Football

No matter how many times you let us down I will always be proud to be a Redman.

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Dirt Bags.

Donald Draper.  He is the man that every guy wants to be and every girl wants to get with.  It doesn't make sense why really... I mean he is an absolute dirt bag.  He cheats on his wife time and time again.  But when I think I can not possibly hate him any more something happens... they reveal a little bit about more about his heart wrench childhood or he does something really kind and I fall in love with him all over again.

Alex Karev.  The same thing.  Most of the time he is an absolute jerk.  But then for some reason he is still my favorite character.  Those rare moments when you see his vulnerable side.... my heart just melts.

Why do we love dirt bags????  You know that life really just isn't fair when the nice guys really do finish last.  

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Cher wasn't so Clueless...

Summer after 7th grade.  That was when I saw Clueless and fell in love with it.  But there was one part that I thought was kinda ridiculous.  Cher was having a difficult time with one of her cranky old teachers until she thought of the "brilliant" idea to set up him:

With her:

As if a teacher's actions, behaviors, and even grading patterns would change based off their love life.

Direct quote this morning, "Miss Parson... Um...why are you smiling?"

Whelp I guess Cher wasn't so clueless after all...

I'm a believer!

After years of rolling my eyes at people who claimed airborne works, I was desperate Monday night to not be sick.  It was going to be a big night.... and I couldn't let my fever/soar throat get in the way.  Don't get me wrong Airborne didn't cure my illness but it sure helped!  It is pretty amazing.

P.S. I think the created by a school teacher is a ridiculous advertisement ploy.

Monday, November 7, 2011

Happy Monday!

I knew today was going to be a good day!

Sunday, November 6, 2011

"Travel Safe"

Have you ever thought about how bizarre the saying "travel safe" is? It really is so strange. Whenever Lars says it my instant response is...(because I can be a bratty smart A to him) "Oookkaay LaaRRRrss I was planning to drive wrecklessly or hoping to get hit by a flock of birds on my plane... But since you told me to travel safe I guess I will."

But on my beautiful road trip today I realized what someone is saying when they tell you to travel safe is "I care about you. I worry when you could get hurt. I'd really miss you if something happened to you." But rather than saying what we really mean... Instead of opening up and showing all of these vulnerable emotions it's a lot easier to state an arbitrary thing like, "Travel Safe".

Friday, November 4, 2011


"Hey Kris."

Kris.  It's crazy how a nickname affects you.  I mean sure a lot of people call me Kris.  But with him it was different.  Life is so weird.  One little encounter can bring back so much emotion.  But like with so many things in life music describes things that words can't.

The rest of that Saturday I just kept listening to this song,

Fogged in in Dallas
On my way to LA
Staring up at the screen
All flights were delayed
When a voice from behind me asked
Stranger, how have you been?

Well, I was caught off guard
When I saw her face
Stumbled my way through an awkward embrace
Then somehow I managed to say
Good to see you again

We caught up on old friends
Caught up on old times
But all through the small talk
It kept burning though my mind

Does she think about the nights we spent on Crystal Lake?
Wrapped up in a blanket till the break of day
So many times I've wondered
Does she think of me that way
I didn't ask
And she didn't say 

Trading stories
And pictures of kids
Things we're gonna do and things we never did
Till stranded in that moment
Not sure what to say
Then she broke the silence
With her little shy smile
She brought up the weather
But all the while

I wonder if she thinks about Jackson Hole
Nights beside the fire and angels in the snow
So many times I've wondered
Does she think of me that way
I didn't ask
And she didn't say 

We said our goodbyes
Swore we'd stay in touch
Then we went our separate ways
Knowing no one ever does

But I couldn't help but wonder
As I walked away
If things had turned out different
Where would we be today
So many times I've wonder
Does she think of me that way
I didn't ask
And she didn't say 

We didn't say much more than a "Hey. How are you?"  I saw his darling little boy with darling blue eyes...But as I walked away and the rest of the day I couldn't stop thinking about the time years ago when we were resting on huge boulders after mountain biking.  As we were laying staring at the sky he said, "When are you going to just give in and marry me, Kris?"

Sometimes I wish we could jump back into the exact same spot of a river. 

But that's the hard thing about life.  We never know which way our river will go.  We only know that like a river our lives keep going, keep moving, whether we like it or not.   

I guess I thought about that event because today is another one of those turning points in my river.  I could have gone down one path but by choice I decided to go another route.  I honestly didn't think much of the offer until I told Aunt Raine about it a couple of weekends ago. I was surprised how she was kinda disgusted with me.  All day I can't stop thinking about a line from an old punk rock song called "Regrets" by Slick Shoes.  I just keep singing, "I'm not going to mess this up, I don't want to end with regrets."

Did I make the right choice?  I sure hope so because he should be walking out of the temple with his bride right about..... now.

Thursday, November 3, 2011

I Can Do Hard Things.

Yesterday I failed miserably.  So today I am telling you... whoever you are, so I will actually do it.

All day today I am staring at these fabulous delicious frosted sugar cookies with sprinkles... I am teaching about government and economy and using these cookies to teach about the laws of supply and demand, capitalism, and socialism/communism.

It is ridiculously difficult to stare at these cookies and not eat them. all. day. long.

Why am I telling you I can do hard things?  So hopefully today is not a repeat of yesterday.  I had no problem getting up at 5 am this morning to go to a spin class and a pump class before school... but not eating these cookies just. might. kill. me.

Rather than the cookies, my goal is to drink 2 1.5 liters of Fiji Water... and pretend it tastes just as good.

UPDATE: School is over... all the cookies are gone.  I did it.

(P.S. I am completely aware that having the 
self control to not eat a sugar cook is not really 
a HARD thing but dude... sometimes it's the little 
things that kick our trash.)

Wednesday, November 2, 2011


Disneyland has done it to me again.  I used to hate raw tomatoes... like one of those people that would ask for no tomato on my sandwich type person... the one that not only didn't eat the tomato in the salad, but the one who didn't eat the lettuce that had gross tomato juice on it.

Oh how times have changed.  I think it is because so badly I just want to be Italian.  If you remember I fell in love with this salad at Disneyland:

Well it has happened.  I am obsessed with tomatoes.  When I bought this case of tomatoes yesterday I came home and said

This should last me through the week.
Yes. I eat 2-3 packages of tomatoes a day.  Jeanine has a blog post right now called, "Behind closed doors"... if you came in behind my closed door at any given time more than likely this is what you are going to see.

Yes, this is when you know that you are an addict.... when you must have them even when in bed.

P.S. Popcorn Seasoning.  
Yes, popcorn seasoning.
Absolutely fabulous on tomatoes.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011

Wishing Wells Part 17

If you remember here I said I was going to be more specific about what I wish for...

It looks like I'm getting what I wished for!