things to do in the rain...

enough said.

wrinkles

interesting. i am not yet 30, and i have wrinkles. i fondly remember living in hawaii a few years back. i was 23 years old and at the prime of my life. when we would go to the store, angie would always look at the wrinkle preventing lotions. i couldn't figure out why she was worried about such things. it seemed to me, a waste of time and money. six years later, i get it. (sorry for judging, ang. you were right, i was wrong.) i now have wrinkles and there is no going back. i'm not going to sugarcoat it and try making it sound better than it is. i'm getting older - not much wiser, but older. i'll embrace it.

mile high city

okay, for all you fans who have wanted to see pictures of christian, you can check them out below. we took a little trip to littleton, CO to watch his brother, paul, play in the the MCLA tournament. byu made it to the final four...

the game ended sadly, but we all still looked great in the pictures afterward.

come on baby, light my fire.

wink, wink, nudge, nudge...

we made it to mile high stadium to watch a professional lacrosse game.

we heart art. this orange masterpiece was outside the art museum in denver. you can't see the tears in my eyes, but there were definitely tears. i hit my head really hard on the breathtaking orange steel. i must have been distracted....

there you have it, my weekend in colorado. for more details, please feel free to contact me on my cellular device.

where everybody knows my name...

knock, knock - who's there? ralph waldo emerson wasn't, even though this is his pad.

apparently touching john harvard's gold foot increases intelligence. i'm just sayin'...

josh and whitney are one of my role model couples. they have definitely made my top 10 favorite couples list. .

i just really loved this red door - and whitney makes the cutest pizza delivery girl i've ever seen.

i love to see the temple.

i'm slow on this post. however, i feel okay about it. i am historically a slow person. i 've never staked a claim on being fast. speed is not my forte. i go at at steady, even pace. endurance is more of a skill set i consider my own. having said that, here i am, posting pics from my trip to boston, about three weeks after my return to utah. i headed to boston, where everybody was supposed to know my name, for about a week. beantown was an adventure. i was on the last leg of my walking pneumonia when i got onto the plane. it was kinda rough. i felt good about the fact that i was sick BEFORE the plane ride. it helped me feel confident in the fact that i didn't contract the swine flu on the plane. i thought my sickness was over because i'd been sick for four weeks, to the doc twice, and through one set of antibiotics. i was feeling a little better, but the plane ride just didn't help. the week was full of a lot of coughing, a low sexy voice, mucinex, a few bags of ricola cough drops, schmoozing with clients (did i mention this was mostly a work trip with a few days of fun with whitney and josh tacked on to the end), and some great sight seeing. whit and josh are phenomenal friends. monday night they came to my hotel. whitney had a care package in hand and josh gave me a blessing. i felt the spirit so strong the moment he started the blessing. i knew i'd get better..and i did. i stayed sick throughout the week, but i did slowly get a bit better.

some of my favorite memories of boston include:

• the union oyster house - the oldest restaraunt in the U.S.
• walking down the cobblestone streets of boston along the freedom trail at night feeling the solemnity of the historical city i was in and putting on my "mean face" so that nobody would mess with this "little girl in a big city"
• practically walking to cambridge with lori while we were trying to find the tram station to cambridge
• running into the sister missionaries on the streets of cambridge
• cvs stores and dunkin' donuts every 50 feet
• the girl from nepal i met near fanuel hall and quincy market who sold me a hand-made journal
• meeting up with whitney for fro yo and to walk around harvard square
• a weekend with my sweet whitney - talks about our families we love so much, pride and prejudice w/ popcorn and hot tamales, walk/jog along cambridge river, the sacred grounds of the temple, the homes of ralph waldo emerson and nathaniel hawthorne, the historical grounds of lexington and concord, author's ridge, inspiring conversations w/ whitney, our shopping splurge at target, dinner from a little turkish pizza place, watching nascar with whit and josh, and church at the infamous cambridge 1st ward

there it is, my trip to boston.

nascar

i just barely rolled into town. i've been in boston for a week. i plan to post some pics and highlights of the trip at a later date. for right now, i just need to express my gratefulness to josh and whitney cutler for sharing with me their love for nascar. for the first time in my life, i watched bits and pieces of a nascar race on television. i am amazed and grateful for two things i heard the announcer say while watching the race. "dag gum right it is, " was the first lovely phrase. the second came as the race finished. drumroll please..."cut the chees and pour the wine." what?! who says that? only nascar ladies and gentlemen, only nascar...

santa claus is already in town

it's april, but i can't stop thinking about santa claus. interesting, i know. the thing is, i have just "run in" to him a lot lately. i often have specific themes consistenstly pop into time frames in my life. most recently, santa has been a theme. ever since i moved to salt lake, i have been seeing him everywhere. here is how it usually plays out:

1) i go on either a bike ride or a run

2) i see a red car, truck, or SUV driving down the road

3) i look at the driver of the vehicle

4) it is most often an older gentleman with a big white beard and a pleasant looking face (quite

similar to the picture dislpayed above)

5) a smile appears upon my face as i wonder what santa claus is up to

if this was something that happened once or twice, i would probably just shrug it off. however, the fact that i see santa three to five times a week has me wondering why. is there meaning behind this recurring theme? i am still trying to figure it all out. at this point, all i can gather is, that santa claus is already in town. so you better be good...

sicko

so, i am sick. i have some sort of bronchial viral deal - a cough, fatigue, congestion - you know the drill. there are a couple of cool things about it all. let me just name them:

• it has been a snowy week. it would have been kind of hard to figure out what to do for exercise this week because all i want to do is bike, but with the weather like this, biking is pretty rough. cool thing is, i don't have energy to exercise this week anyway. problem solved.
• i work from home. work is still work, but i can feel like crud and look like crud and it isn't near as obvious as if i was having to go to "the office" each day.
• my voice is a little raspy, which i think might be kind of attractive to all the men i talk to.
• i am reminded that i don't get sick very often. in fact, the last time i threw up was when i was in the 9th grade. pretty radical, eh?

don't worry, i am going to kick this thing soon. until then, i have a lot to be grateful for. don't ya think?