Moab

Apparently the only things I consider blog worthy these days are adventures that involve going south for the winter. And I'm okay with that.

I took the day off on Friday and enjoyed a lovely lunch with my Mama. It was such a shame to only have her in SLC for 4 hours. We picked up Clay and headed down to Moab to meet up with Ashley, Tom, and my favorite Afton. Rumor has it someone was supposed to run the half marathon. But that didn't happen. So we just hiked and explored instead. It was all kinds of perfect. All too quick, but perfect nonetheless.

President's Day 2013

Spent the weekend down yonder in the George. We weren't planning to leave until Saturday morning, but when Friday rolled around and we were plan free, we booked it down there so we could wake up in the sunshine. Probably one of the better decisions I have made. And when I say we "booked it down there," I mean, we went the speed limit the whole entire time, listened to mix tapes from 2005, and greased our fingers up with that delicious smartpop white cheddar popcorn. Have you had that stuff? Get it now. Side note: On our drive back, we were filling up for gas and found an empty bag of it in the garbage when adding ours to the can. I wanted to know who that person was that put it there! I am sure I would like them and we could be BFFs. I should've asked the gas station for some security footage. Next time.

Saturday: Clay went for a run, and I sat in the sun. Obviously. Having a boyfriend that is training for the Ironman is exhausting. Headed to Snow Canyon and hiked all around until we met up with our friends, and then promptly hiked some more. Replenished our carbs with burgers at 5 guys, and decided it would be smart to put swimsuits on 30 mins later and soak in zeeee hot tuuub.

Sunday: I was majorly impressed that we got 15 of us up and to church by 9am. What a feat. I was also majorly impressed that we managed to get ourselves to a Spanish branch, and majorly impressed that my friends sing beautifully in a foreign language. I picked up on a lot of "luz" and "padre celestial" comments. After church, we ran home, changed, made butt loads of PB & J sandwiches (it was like a factory) and headed to Zion's. I was a first timer and certainly won't be a last timer. Angel's Landing? More like "congrats on not falling to your death landing." Yikes. Good thing I didn't tell my mom we were doing that hike until we were already back home. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and also makes your legs sore and your breathing reaaaally deep.

learning from the pros: 1

I am practicing how to get a boys attention, just like they do in the Bachelor.

This week's challenge... get soooop emotional like Tierra.
SUCCESS!!
Boyfriend didn't even think I was crazy when he said "what do you want to do?" And I said "I don't know, I need to take a nap or something because I'm feeling extra cray cray emotional." Didn't even phase him. He said "Do you need a real nap, or can you fall asleep while we watch a documentary or something?" And then we snuggled and I wasn't emotional anymore. He probably would've given me the rose, too, had it been awkwardly sitting in a dish on our coffee table.
Guys. I am thinking she is onto something.

Can't wait to see what the girls have to offer me for dating advice tonight!

i like this.

a fiesta of sorts

I thought it would be appropriate to kick off 2013 right by going to... drum roll please...
DENVER!!!!
(I know, you never would've guessed.)

After a minor bump in with a Jaguar in the Little Caesar's parking lot on the way to the airport, the weekend was lovely. (take note: that's what happens when you eat LC's I guess... lesson learned) (also, unfortunately, I do mean the car, not the animal) (also: i intend to eat at Little C's again. many times. so lesson not learned.)

Got to check out Garden of the Gods with a true outdoors man, be toted in a bicycle buggy with all 680 pounds of us (homeboy was a machine!), and shake my maracas with my favorite 1 year old. BUENO!

MLKjr

Wise man, wise words. 

“Now there is a final reason I think that Jesus says, "Love your enemies." It is this: that love has within it a redemptive power. And there is a power there that eventually transforms individuals. Just keep being friendly to that person. Just keep loving them, and they can’t stand it too long. Oh, they react in many ways in the beginning. They react with guilt feelings, and sometimes they’ll hate you a little more at that transition period, but just keep loving them. And by the power of your love they will break down under the load. That’s love, you see. It is redemptive, and this is why Jesus says love. There’s something about love that builds up and is creative. There is something about hate that tears down and is destructive. So love your enemies."

blue skies, smiling at me

nothing but blue skies, do I seeeeeeeee.

Thank goodness the inversion is blowing out and the sun is doing it's shining thing again.
After 5 days of no sun I was ready to pack up my belongings and head south for the winter. And by "belongings", I mean my bathing suit. Maybe I will even take 2 bathing suits to switch it up every other day. Gotta keep the locals guessing.
Also, I suppose this means my dreams of living in Seattle are slowly fading. Unless you give me a tanning bed... And I will live in that tanning bed. And run all my errands, with tanning bed in hand. And I will be happy and sunshiney and really, exceptionally awkward.