sunday dinner and lessons learned.

above are figures A, B, and C. 

i know i have previously mentioned the "month of april," and now everyone has a mental picture of what that entails. 

perfect.

now just insert two girls, with high ponytails, and sweats. 

oh did i mention that there was a clever twist at church today so an afternoon like this was very much needed. 

there is something that is so rewarding from eating your very own personal turkey and watching 90's romance comedies slash the bachelor all day. 

oh and here are a few lessons we were enlightened with today:

*we will never be naomi reid davis.

*our real kindred spirits are the people we met in the tenth grade, thank goodness because being replaced doesn't feel too good.

*you can't fall in love with someone that you, and 15 other girls shared a conversation with. please don't cry that you didn't get a rose...you didn't even know him yet.

*cookies are so much better in the dough form.

*we will look like victoria secret models, even if that does mean no more cookie dough.

*obama actually has a decent singing voice...

(although it must be said that we would prefer him as a neighbor rather than 

the president).

 *my best friend in the entire world is kelsie efron christensen bingham.

the end.

snow is for the arctic.

(snowman family that lives across the street).

dear snow,

you are clearly a month too late. where were you at on christmas day?

you are now not needed. 

please go home.

sincerly, 

the girl who has had spring fever for the past month.

art art art art art art.

my dad is an artist. 

for disney. i like to brag about that.

when i was younger, my dad bought me a sketchbook and told me if i filled the sketchbook up with drawings, that he would pay me twenty dollars and buy me a new sketchbook.

he would also give art lessons to my sister and i, teaching techniques of drawing.

she is now an artist.

i on the other hand, never even filled my first sketchbook. 

in fact i found it the other day, hidden in a cardboard box  down in the basement.

it brought me to tears from laughing so hard (secret confession session:i used to be obsessed with clay aiken. and yes there was a deformed drawing of clay aiken in the sketchbook. thank goodness for growing up).

anyways. i still have a love for creating art. 

no it is not the drawing or painting kind of art, more like the hands on kind. 

the abstract kind.

so give me a saturday, my sister, craft books (sorry for the title of the books), pintrest, a box of 96 crayola crayons and blow-dryer and i will give you an abstract piece of art.

pretty sure i plan on hanging this up in a future classroom of mine.

60 degrees?

people always ask: what is your favorite thing to do?

my response (during the summer): ride my better than a boyfriend bike.

during the winter its a different story. i cant tell people that i love to pack muddy buddies into my wicker basket, play la vie en rose, and pedal to the secret hideout.....

or can i?

 a bike ride in january?

life doesn't get better than this.
so i started a new 2012 bucket list. and taking a cruise on the cruiser at least once, every month of the year, (and taking a picture to document it) happens to be a top priority. so here are a few pictures of today's adventures.

ps have i already said that life doesn't get better than this?

well i hate to be one who repeats things..but...

life doesn't get better than this.

the greatest speech ever made.

100^2= how many times i watched this today.

attitude of gratitude.

 when reflecting back on the past year i can't help but to let out a big sigh of relief. literally i sigh that it's over. it was a really difficult year for me. i felt like i lost so many things: love, two best friends (in a figurative way), one in a literal way, a job that meant the world to me, my health (mono), and my identity (when my entire purse was stolen). i learned to never say that at least things can't get worse than this, because some how when those words escaped my lips i immediately regretted them. but i also learned how strong of a testimony i have. i learned that i can do hard things and to have faith in His plan for me. so because i am a better, stronger, million bucks kind of girl, i would like to list eleven things that happened in the twenty eleventh year that i will never forget. and i owe it to this past year for growing up because it was the year that changed everything.
     * the month of april where cracker barrel was on speed dial and i sat in bed with my bffaeae, because i couldn't muster the courage to face to world.
     * "the brownies." haha this is most definitely not what you are thinking.
     * two girls carrying the following: a raft, two oars, 24" of turkey and cheese, two novels, a radio, firewood, marshmallows, blankets, two energy drinks, two bottles of water, chips and salsa, and lip gloss, 2 miles up hill to go to none other than ...THE maple lake. this is also known as the day we became mountain women.
     * seeing the fleet foxes in concert. please marry me. please please please.
     * running around the secret hideout with sparklers yelling, expelliarmus!
     * climbing a water tower that over looks utah county,  counting 12 shooting stars, reading a box of fortune cookies and wink wink.
     * diet coke runs after a hard workout at the gym
     * the fourth of july that was spent at a baseball game (according to wes: this is the day the beast was unleashed and the cocoon was destroyed) and that makes my cheeks hurt from smiling.
     * spending the day in my swimming suit, laying on the back of the boat while listening to this song.
     * a hike up to the grotto that left white shorts muddy and shoes that cost 39.95 down the drain.
     * and last but not least and probably the most important: a realization that although things change, life is only going to get better. based on my fortune happier days are definitely ahead and this time i have no doubt that 2012 is going to bring just that.
  

the latest jazz fan.

on friday night my dear friend marcus and i attended a special event.

the utah jazz vs grizzlies game.

we rode the train/tracks from sandy and met a famous italian opera singer.

we laugh about this now.

we got front row seats.

upper bowl, but front row none the less.

we sported our jazz jersey's around the town,

washed a hotdog down with a diet coke,

and caught the harley davidson free XXL t-shirt.

the jazz won after a great game.
i could possibly have a new crush on gordon hayward.
basically what it comes down to is,

my new life goal is to become the number one jazz fan.

period.

strike out.

well i once heard a quote saying that you are good at the things you love.
although i love bowling, i wouldn't go as far as saying i am good at it.
98 isn't that great of a score.
(98= the total of two games).
ok, so i'm terrible, but i still love it.
i was able to get lots of tips from friends who happen to bowl a lot better than me.
a bowler, who throws it fast.
a bowler who just drops it and still manages to get strikes and spares.
a bowler who looks at the arrows.
a bowler who looks at the pins.
and a bowler who owns his own bowling ball, that is scented like black cherry.
with all of the advice i did manage to get one strike.
otherwise you may say that i "striked out".

the end of christmas, but the beginning of a new year.

this is the first christmas break that we have stayed home.

and i must admit that it was probably my favorite.