Thursday, August 10, 2017

Oh Hair

The bane of my existence.

I am a curly haired girl that only has one dream: hair that is straight.

Since that will never be I have also been the girl of many hair colors.

From blonde.


To super blonde.

To punk rock black.

To red.

To blondish reddish again.

To brownish

To getting married.... when I decided that coloring my hair might be one of those things that I can cut out of my life.  So for the last 4.5 years of my life my hair has been all natural....

Until yesterday.  I blame it all on Erica.  It is completely her fault.  I had been perfectly fine with my boring brown hair until I hung out with her.  Her mom took a picture of our hair side by side.  I realized how boring my hair was.  Erica gave me a great idea.  Since the new hip trend (yes I realize it is such an old trend now that it really isn't new and hip but for us old married people it still is a new hip trend) is this half colored hair that is very low maintenance upkeep (because they don't color your roots) I figured I should do my hair!

I was a little hesitant when the girl that did my hair was literally 12.  (ok, not 12 but 19 and straight out of hair school) but I think it turned out great!

The Before and the After.

Monday, August 7, 2017


Well yesterday was my Grandpa's funeral.  Although I had definitely shed quite a few tears about him getting old, about missing him, and about him dying I really didn't think I was going to cry much at his funeral.  Maybe it's heartless to say but really he was gone, he had been gone for a while now, and really I am happy that he was out of pain and in a much better place.  So I went into the day with the idea I wouldn't cry.

But then I did.

But it wasn't about my grandpa.  It was just as we were getting ready to close the casket and say the family prayer when the door opened and in walked Chad.  (I cry just typing it.)  You see my little brother Chad lives in West Virginia and just started his 3rd year of medical school.   He had asked about the funeral to see if he could come.  It was in a group text between all my family that he asked.  My mom of course responded in her natural fashion with, "Don't feel like you need to come."  To which of course I had to respond.  I said, "What Mom means to say is, We would love to see you and it would mean a lot to her if you came.  But she completely understands if you can't come.  To which my mom responded, "That's right!"

But that was kinda the last we heard from Chad.  He said he contacted his supervisor but hadn't gotten a response.  I had text Chad telling him I would be happy to pick him up from the airport, he could stay at our house, he could use one of our cars if he'd like but never got a response.

So we thought he hadn't gotten a approval from his supervisor and knowing that airplane tickets on this short of notice across the country are typically insanely expensive we figured we wouldn't see him.

So of course you can imagine my surprise when he walked in.  I bawled.

Craig and Marcie had picked Chad up at the Las Vegas airport and they traveled to the funeral together.

So all 6 of my mom's kids made it to the funeral.

And it's things like yesterday that remind me just how precious family is.

The funeral was a beautiful tribute to my grandpa and we sure will miss him.

But Brad was in absolute heaven with so many little cousins to hang out with.  

Broc and Nick had stayed at our house the night before the funeral.  I realized there was a lot of time before the viewing and funeral at 1:30 so I decided to take them on a hike.  I don't really know many hikes in Salt Lake so I decided to ask the experts.  My Uncle Glenn and my cousin Chase.  Chase wanted to do a hike up one of the Cottonwood Canyons but his dad said we should go on the "coolest" hike in Salt Lake.  I put "coolest" in quotation marks because without going into too much detail.  The hike was totally lame but the view at the top of both Salt Lake and Utah Valley was fun.

But the bottom line is.  I am so so grateful for family.