Remind me to never be shocked again.

Because I think I've officially seen everything, since working at Bryce.

Holy smokes people, who knew such poor people could afford vacations? How do I know they're poor you ask?
Oh that's an easy one.

They wear no clothes. No big deal.
(Said with eyes bugging out of my head. Looking slightly green too. Haha)

Also, I think I'll have a stomach of steel. Sometimes people smell funny.
And sometimes by funny I mean vomitrocious.

But, on the incredibly brightly positive side of things, I really do love working at Bryce. It's a little stressful at times and exhausting, but it's so interesting to people watch so many different cultures and ages and... whatever else. Haha I can't even think of the word I was looking for now. I may have fried my brain.
Ooh, today this adorable little kid came up to the counter and plopped his souvenir down and then handed me a gift card. The cards all run like credit cards so you have to sign for them, and he had THE CUTEST little boy cursive signature. And he said "Thank you ma'am" when I gave him his receipt. Stinkin adorable!

Then there was another cute little boy who came up "'Scuuthe me? Where'th the whithle that hath a magnifying glath?" (Lisps are cute haha.) So I took him to the kids section and showed him all the whistles until he found the one he wanted. Then he said he had to go talk his mom into buying it. :p He was probably only fiveish? And he's already figured out that he can persuade his parents into purchase. Sad isn't it? :p

Also for the record I love that I get to live with one set of grandparents, and I'm close enough that I get to make little trips to Hatch to visit the other set. :) I'm a lucky duck, I believe!

Guess who has a day off....

neiner neiner and such. :)

So I slept in!

.... until 6:30.

But then I went back to bed. And had bizarre dreams about old guy friends doing my gel nails, creeper men not selling me ice cream and going to a ball. In a semi hideous but strangely cute black dress. (But my make up was awful. Not even strangely cute. I looked like a corpse bride. Where do I come up with these things??)

And then I had some breakfast and got ready and drove over to HATCH! :D

So I'm going to go visit with my seesters :)

Later guess what I get to do?

Swimming with my moo, and some institute!

Sigh... oh I love days off. :)

Spit fires, bad head lights, and accents!

Here's an update of my life:
-eat
-sleep
-work
... repeat. :p

Except I'm mostly just exaggerating those, because you've gotta add hygiene, and hanging out with Grandma, and working out with Maycee....
I really am enjoying my new job, but it's making time fly sooo fast! I'm already a week into it and I swear I just moved in two days ago!

I had Saturday off so Friday night I drove home to Cedar- which is where the bad head lights come in. (Erin brace yourself.)
Beuler, the beastly white buick, has headlights that have brights that are the equivalent of someone else's dims. Therefore when you're driving over Cedar Mountain, in the thick of a forest and someone brights you- the road temporarily vanishes. And you might tinkle in your drawers a little bit. But as a bragging right, I don't think I said even one bad word! (Not even when the giant monster buck ran in front of me either! :p)
Saturday we had a tea party that Bri planned for us, which was cutesy and really fun. (Thanks Bri!) But it made me think about my family, and how much everyone's grown up and how that's sort of really weird when you still think B is a baby but she's really a nine year old, and the twins who were 'Ham and Cheese' like, yesterday, are now going to the High School, and Ernie, who tattled that you maybe told her to not wash her hands once is a big bad Senior! Strange, isn't it?
Also this weekend, my dad drove around the used car lots with me and looked at cars. The second the word "cute" escaped my lips, I think he figured I'm doomed. ;) I'd like a semi decent looking car, so sue me. (Does that make me selfish p.s? Because I actually just feel bad now because I think I should be a humble grateful poor starving college student-ish person who would be happy to drive a junker. But I want a cute car. Darn it all...)

Today I worked with 'the sisters', Shirley and SheRon. Maycee pretty much covered it when she told me Shirley is a saint, and SheRon is a pistol. :p Shirley gives ten minute hugs, and SheRon is secretly a really nice woman while all the while telling you how she's going to roller skate to h-e- you know the rest. :p I love working with those two, until lunch time comes because we get laughing so hard I'm either going to choke or pee my pants. (I can't decide which would be worse.)

It's been so much fun to work at the Visitor's Center, because you see and hear just about everything. 
Truly.
Like how a good percentage of women don't feel the need to wear underclothing...
Or old men run around in shorts that I'd blush to be seen wearing (that short!)
Or parents leaving their children at the visitor's center and running three miles down the road to Ruby's... I didn't know I was at a day care center too. ;)
I've seen some of the nicest, cutest little foreign people... and some of the worst. I think some people think it's their job to make everyone else in the world completely miserable. And they're pretty good at accomplishing that too.
But what makes this job so much fun is the little old man who says "Ze most beautiful sing in ze store is your eyes. I tell my friend that. Sank you, sank you." :p
See? There are perfectly nice people out there.

Also, I just have to comment on this. Again.
Is it just me, or is everyone getting married?? Goodness, I missed the memo apparently. Which is ok, because I think I've come to the conclusion that I'm way too immature to get married. Give me two years. And then I'll go on a mission, and maybe by then I'll grow up enough to join the masses in holy matrimony.

Until then? I'm going to go finish laundry and play some piano. :p

(Also, is it just me, or is this post totally lacking in dazzle and allure? Yeah, I'll get to work on spicing the blog up, I promise! It's just not been the same since my poor camera passed. ;p)

New Mantra (because Cherene my Aunt suggested it)

"I like this job, Life is good."
New chapters are being written folks! Which is insanely scary, and insanely exciting all at the same time! (But mostly just insane. ;) )


So as for an update, today was my first day and I mostly just toured the park and got to eat at Pines with my Moo Moo and Jill. I did a little bit on the registers, and heard all the information I'll need for this job.
Which made me feel kind of like this:

But the 'interp's are a desk away which provides all the entertainment value I'll need. And it was interesting to see (and hear) all the different people who came in. :) (Even though some countries apparently haven't found out that bra's are a fantastic invention. This might be a summer to discover all sorts of new fashion trends. :p)

As much as I know you guys want me to ramble on for hours on end about me and my life like I'm so vain and really think that song is about me- even though we all know it is ;) - it smells like Grandma is making dinner so I'm gonna run help! (Maybe I'll learn to be a good cook this summer too!)

P.S I really am so grateful that I get to be here in this whole new job/living with sweet grandparents situation this summer. They're so cute! (I think I'm going to get spoiled a tiny bit. :p)

Yes, it is in fact incredibly late.

Mantra of the moment, (as I sit in my room with every light on, still not sleeping...)
"Hate scary movies- love cute boys. Hate scary movies- love cute boys. Hate scary movies! Love cute... wait. What happened to detox?"

I am a successful human being, no worries.

sniffles, numbers, and a lame joke.

I just want you all to know I really enjoy having a cold in the summer. It's kind of really fun, and I've been so blessed with one.

... seriously? A cold in Summer? Geeze, pass the orange juice. :p

So, last night working at Subway was a total MADHOUSE! The entire three hours I was scheduled for (and the hour and 15 that I wasn't scheduled for) was a steady stream of people lined up to the door, and at least two cars in drive. Can you say stressed out? :p Chad only scheduled two of us... come on buddy, it's Summer Games! Help us out here. :)
Anywho... after feeling incredibly grumpy with snobby picky customers who took out their frustrations on us
(example A- woman in drive, tapping her fingers on her steering wheel and glaring at me through the window while I was making her sandwich, ringing her up and bringing it over. Sorry ma'am, I realize you have bags of ice melting in your back seat, but please realize I have seven thousand customers and my brain is just as melty as your ice.
example B- Woman in line, throwing a rather juvenile fit about us not having lettuce. Ma'am, write up a complaint, I'll get it to my manager. Since he's the one in charge of ordering. And since he's the one who scheduled only two of us. And since it's been crazy all day and we've ran out of everything and there's nothing else for me to do and I'm getting really peeved listening to your complaining through the whole line. See this smile? It's pretty forced ma'am. :p)
... shoot. Where was I going with this? Oh! After being grumpy about all the really nice people in the world who showed up at Subway and grouched at me, I spilled a large soda. Everywhere. So I had to make the person in drive wait while I mopped it up.
Woah! Double take? He was rather nice really great scenery. ;p
So, feeling rather frazzled, and having my reasoning impaired by fumes of lunch meats and pickles, I did what any girl would do. Giggled while I wrote my number on his receipt. Mwahaha!
Guess who texted? Yup. Mikey the cute boy who I gave my number to.
(My mom thinks I'm a knuckle head :p A very nice, very lovable one though of course, since she's my mom. "What if he's a murderer?" "Then I'll die a dramatic death! That's sorta what I need to go out, mom!" "Well, don't meet up with him unless it's broad daylight. With other people there. And maybe pepper spray." "... How about a large cleaver?" "Ok. ... Wait no, then he could cleave you in half!" Haha, it was a great conversation when I told her. You all should've been there. I giggled a lot.) Don't worry though, I plan to keep him at the safe distance of flirtatious texter buddy. I swear I won't give away any important information such as where I live. Or the color of my toothbrush.
(cough. yellow. cough) ... Shoot. :p

And now, just so I don't let you all down (or risk being accused of false advertisement,)
here is the lame joke:

What do you do with a dog that has no legs?
... Take him out for a drag. (Of course!)

T minus 4 days!

Dear readers, guess who's moving?
(Temporarily anyway.)


Yup, that'd be me. :) I got a full time job with more hours and higher wages in the visitors center at Bryce Canyon!

I start Monday morning, bright and early. Which is going to take some getting used to since I'm still in the nocturnal college student mode where my day ends well into the night and begins... well into the morning. :p
I'm really excited though! This will be good for me. :) Working lots of hours, and hanging out with Grandma and Grandpa Barton, having a running buddy in my cousin Maycee, having lots of time to do Pharmacy Tech studying, and having lots of distance between my social life obsession. Time to get things balanced, right? (I'm feeling a goal setting party coming on, and I'm really determined to get things all in order in life, and make and save some serious mulah!)

Anyway. Just thought I'd let you all know. :)

Brace yourselves...

This has definite potential to be a rather long winded, poor quality picture studded, tiny bit complainy blog post.

Let me begin with two things.
A) I love my family. No amount of dislike for being holed up in one Suburban and one hotel room for four days is going to change the fact that I love my family. (Woohoo, a preface like this is a sure sign this post is gonna be a doozy!)
B) I don't mean to be demanding or whiny, but my comments button beneath the posts has been sadly empty. My blog's feelings are going to get hurt! (Or worse! I'm going to get bored because there's no comments to giggle over. :p)

Now that those are off my chest, on to

Colorado!


Which was actually a lot more fun than I was expecting! Thursday bright and early we loaded up with some yogurt parfaits and hit the road (Jack)!
We then drove.
            and drove,
and drove,
 ................................ and drove some more.
(Is drove even a word? Because it's sounding more and more questionable each time I repeat it. Oh well, you get my point.)

We met up with Grandma and Grandpa Barton, and Aunt Laraine and Uncle Tom in Richfield and guess what we did next?
Yup. You're all very smart. We went on a hunting trip for Big Foot.
(Just teasin. We drove. (And drove and drove and drove and drove and drove and drived and drove and drove and bathroom breaked and drove and drove and gassed up and drove and drove and drove and drove and.... etc. :p))

I have to admit. The dry flat part of Colorado- the part that looked a lot like Utah- wasn't my favorite. But then we broke down in Ridgeline(?) and it was green and meadow-y and really pretty! Two hours later, we're back on the road driving over part of the Rockies, which was gorgeous, and finally getting to our hotel in Durango. I won't lie, I would've been pretty content just hanging out in Durango. It was really cute, and we spent Friday morning at a Train museum (all eyes on Grandpa so he wouldn't hop the tracks and become a hobo ;) ) The museum had a bunch of old trains, old keys, old cars, old everything! (There was a desk with a typewriter, a phonograph, and an old telephone. So cool!)
My favorite part of the museum, though, was the giant layout for tiny toy trains to run along. There were mountains, and a lake with people canoeing in it, tiny lumberjacks chopping down trees, a little Native American camp with a glowing campfire and dancers and coyotes, little cowboys on horses, tiny ruins, a little town with a drive in theater and matchbox cars in it's parking lot... how cute is that?? I could've spent hours there looking at all the cute tiny details. :)
Which is why they took us to a chocolate factory next because if anything could lure us away from cute tiny trains, that'd be it. :)
We took an hour or two to explore the cute shops and boutiques of downtown Durango, and then had lunch at a rather fancy facility: Micky D's. :p
Then. On the road again.
Stop at Mesa Verde visitor's center, buy tickets for tours, drive around a scenic loop, and then to Cortez to swim and not be in a car finally! Our hotel room there had a 'fort' with two bunk beds and a little t.v. I wish I would've taken some pictures, it was kind of cute!

Saturday was spent hiking into 'Cliff Palace', and 'Balcony House'.

Cliff Palace was incredible! It's so hard to picture people building all this with some sticks and mud and rocks. No modern tools, just rocks and sticks and hands. It's mind boggling a little bit, isn't it? This one was the biggest ruin we saw. It goes back into the cliff 90 feet, and has 150 rooms! Crazy huh?


Oh Balcony house. Incredible, as well. But I have to confess, my palms and feet are getting that tingly sweaty terrified of heights feeling just putting pictures up and thinking about it. :p

This doesn't look too bad in a picture, but this is the 32 foot ladder we climbed up a cliff face to get into the ruins. I couldn't find a picture, but there was a little semi claustrophobic tunnel (18 inches wide. Seriously.) we crawled through, and then another ladder to get to 'stairs' that were narrow and steep and carved out of a cliff face. Oh don't worry. There was some chain to hold on to and some flimsy wire fence between you and what I'd like to call death. Haha. It was definitely adventurous! And I'd probably do it again. (But this time I am not looking down under any circumstance. I'm also not going to go up the 'stairs' behind a poor 70 year old man who kept stopping to catch his breath.Truly people, I was ready to crawl between his legs and scramble to the top. You can't just stop on a CLIFF FACE! I think I almost had a heart attack. Or aneurysm. Or something.)

In the lobby of our hotel there was a woman selling turquoise jewelry, so we stopped to look... bad idea. I may or may not have spent $30 on a turquoise ring. Bri and Megan got $5 bracelets. Much easier on the wallet. But I don't wear bracelets. I wear rings. And I'm stubborn. And now $30 less rich. :p (Although it makes me feel in touch with my Grandma Theora side. :p)

I'll post some pictures when I steal them from the other cameras. :)

"Awkward Encounters at a Sandwich Store"

That's what I'm naming my book. (Aunt Cherene! Sandwich Store! It's not quite as good as precariously parked previous prophets. I'm working on topping that one. :p)

Today I had this fine vehicle pull up...

(Sorry it's a terrible picture. It was a sneaky one when I took the garbage to the dumpster. Which was definitely a coincidence and not timed or plotted whatsoever. ... Shoot. Had my fingers crossed.)

It's quite the get up, don't you think? The customers were fairly normal. Except one of them was really determined to carry on an in depth conversation about vegetarianism. What sandwich was he ordering? Oh, just a meatball marinara with extra pepperoni. Irony is grand.

Then there was the baby mama guy who wanted to know if I wanted to go into business with him and sell a baby. Wrong on SO many levels. ("No thanks sir, what kinda veggies do you want?" Goodness. What do you even say to that? "Security! Secuhrity, get him out of here." :p)

Last year there was an older man who came through drive through and winked at least seventeen times during the order and five more when I gave him his change. He also tipped two dollars for a five dollar sandwich. Poor lonely guy? Strange creeper? You decide. :p

There are also some interesting workers at "Scubway". Once I was in the back doing dishes, minding my own shy-new employee business when the guy I was working with went in the front of the store.
"Come watch the sunset with me." Crackled over the headset... erm... no? I'm busy working, sir. :p 

One of the guys I worked with made knife throwing a hobby when no customers were at the store. Never mind that prep needs prepping, or that tables need cleaning, or bains need restocking (I feel like saying 'bain' makes me sound like a nerd.) Luckily his targets were usually the chip boxes against the back wall instead of something more obscure. Or human. 

Work places are so odd sometimes. I just thought I'd give you a preview of my next novel in progress. ;p

And now to make you all infinitely jealous...

Yummy? I think yes! Last night (and possibly the night before *guilty/sheepish look*) I went to Tabby and Shay's apartment and we dipped chocolate strawberries. And instead of popcorn we had strawberries in sugar. Because we always need more sugar in our systems of course. ;)
...
                                                     

We watched He's Just Not That Into You last night. I don't actually endorse that movie because there might be some cheating on a wife, and total NCMO relationships... but there is some sad sad truth to that movie. It's kind of hilarious in an infuriating way.
Let me explain. No no, that would take too long. Let me sum up. :)

"We are all programmed to believe that if a guy acts like a total jerk that means he likes you."


 "I just need you to stop being nice to me unless you're gonna marry me." 


"I had this guy leave me a voicemail at work, so I called him at home, and then he emailed me to my BlackBerry, and so I texted to his cell, and now you just have to go around checking all these different portals just to get rejected by seven different technologies. It's exhausting. "


(Preface, this is at the first of the movie when they're showing a bunch of examples of women lying to each other trying to make their friend feel better when a guy isn't interested. :p)
African Woman #1: I'm sure he just forgot your hut number!
African Woman #2: Or was eaten by a lion.
African Woman #3: You guys are awesome! 


(Preface number two. :) This is two women being interviewed and discussing being dumped.)
Angela: They just so sneaky that you think it was your idea.
Frances: Yeah. You're sitting back and you're like: "Oh, yeah. This my idea... But wait a second, why am I alone? Why am I unhappy?"
Angela: "Why have I gained 20 pounds?"
Frances: They Jedi mind-trick you. 

"Calling when you say you're going to call is the very first brick in the house you are building of love and trust.  If he can't lay this one stupid brick down, you ain't never gonna have a house, baby.  And it's cold outside."

"It's very tempting when you really want to be with someone to settle for much, much less -- even a vague pathetic facsimile of less -- than you would have ever imagined.  Remember always what you set out to get and please don't settle for less.  These guys exist because there are a lot of women out there who allow them to."

See? Mostly dramatic, and silly quotes. But it is kinda true. In a dramatic, silly sort of way. :p I laughed until I cried. Definitely a good movie for my mood on men lately. It reminded me I don't like them, and then wrapped it all in a happy ending that made me think maybe dating is ok after all. Which, in my opinion, makes the movie a success. 

I mostly just like the eaten by a lion and dumped discussion. It made me giggle.

Then we climbed onto their roof to stargaze for a minute and talk. I've missed serious talks with friends, it seems like it's been forever. 

But. Now that I've rambled and dramatized quotes and made you jealous and previewed my novel. I'm gonna  go read my cheesy romance novel. 

(I probably should re-think that romantic detox thing.)

Sometimes I think I am not a people person

Which is very ironic since that's one of the things I wrote down seventeen times on application/resume madness today.
I think the right side of the bed evaded me- which makes sense considering I slept on a couch last night;
all grumpiness aside though, I have exciting news!
I applied for a job in Bryce Canyon. It's still very very much up in the air, but I've had lots of fun day dreaming about it so far. :)

It's a full time job with a higher wage and so I could just work at one job instead of two, and make more. (Minus gas and grocery costs... But still. One instead of two? I'm in!)

Working at Bryce would be a really great experience. :) Getting to be closer to my Mom's side of the family, hanging out with my Moo, full time job, a loan and car (possibly. Scary though right?), seeing lots of different cultures, evading the 'trapped in high school' feeling and the acquaintances of questionable influence. (No offense to anyone or high school or anything. I'm just pointing that one out.)... it'd just be really cool! 

Now my friend Tabby wants me to go work out with her. She claims it's for moral support, but we all know what she's hinting at. :p I love food, and it's replaced men in my life. That's a serious problem for me and my figure. I was doing really well at working out a few weeks ago, but then I pretty much plummeted off the bandwagon. It's really hard to get motivated to work out again now, anyone have any suggestions? What works for you? I'd like to be an in shape and not completely unfortunate looking human being. :) 

My mantra for today? "Be patient. It's not a big deal. Be patient, people over things. Be patient." ... Did I mention "Be patient"? :p Goodness. I need to hunt down who ever keeps kicking my tricycle in the ditch and have them removed from the premises. Life is good! Quite being grouchy! (That should probably be my sub-mantra or something.)

Anywho. Happy Tuesday! (T minus two days until the stupendous road trip to none other than Colorado! I'll be honest. At this point I'm mostly excited to swim at the hotels and not having to work for a few days. :p But the ruins are going to be pretty awesome too! Not to mention quality time with the fam. :) ) 

Do you know what I love?

I love getting off of work finally,
I love going to Brad's and getting my new vice: Piccadilly's. (I blame Tori Babb for getting me hooked. Darn those roommates. ;) Haha Jk, love ya Tor!)
I love getting new books to read (Brenda let me borrow My Ridiculous, Romantic Obsessions. Sounds perfect for me doesn't it?)
I love going on a shopping trip to St. Geezy for suits of swimming purpose with my mother and sisters. Because we're going to road trip to Colorado, and you can't swim without the suits of course.
I love doing laundry. (Ok. So that was just an attempt to convince myself to get it done. Finally. After procrastinating until I've got basically nothing to wear. Which is sort of a dilemma.)
I love getting promo codes for Redbox.
I love finding an empty notebook to turn into my 'goal book' (I made three categories, Spiritual, Physical, and Intellectual and now I have a notebook I can write down the goals and progress in. Maybe I'll actually have progress this time around since it's slightly more organized than random floaty thoughts in my head. :) Cross your fingers.)
I love not getting ready and not caring.
I love pandora!

All in all, it's a pretty ok Monday. I should wake up on this side of the bed more often. ;)

So. :) Happy Monday. I'm going shopping! (Be jealous. :p)

(No, this has absolutely nothing to do with the post. Or me. Except for I like it and posts are boring without pictures.)

"Original Post Title"

My brain's melted. So I'm letting yours do the work. Feel free to pretend my title is something besides what it is.

So today I was sickly and I basically slept all day. Dreamed bizarre dreams... (Holding cute babies in our chapel except there was some Bollywood version of the Nativity story going on... and then the giant whirl pools and strange 'night hummingbirds' that were colored like the American flag. Complete with stars.) ate a bowl of cereal, and thought a lot.
Is it possible to be homesick for people? Or for how things used to be? Or who you used to be? (That's probably just called sentimental. Or nostalgic. I'm calling it people sick.)

No offense to Cedar, but mostly I'm just feeling really suffocated and really trapped. It's like being claustrophobic because too many people know you from high school. Haha. I just want to get out of here, because Ephraim let me have a clean slate with people who didn't hold me to who I was, or things I used to like, or whatever else. It's definitely possible to break expectations and go for something better, but it's for sure not easy.
Also, it's not always fun to adjust to being at home again. (Don't get me wrong, because of course I love my family, and I'm grateful for all their help and support. It's just hard to go from being in my own apartment with my own schedule and feeling like I'm making my own decisions, to being at home again. But, again. I would like to reiterate that I LOVE MY FAMILY! ;) For real, not just because this is on my blog. :p)

Tomorrow I've got the lesson for FHE, and it's on gratitude. Any thoughts? I feel like I preach to the choir because everyone's heard this stuff before, but I guess there's always re-learning. :) And that's some pretty important stuff. (But still. Any thoughts?)

Happy Sabbath everyone! Sorry this was a super random thought barf post...

Why I am grumpy:

grump·y adjective /ˈgrəmpē/  grumpier, comparative; grumpiest, superlative Bad-tempered and sulky

Why I am grumpy:
Subway is in fact much easier to work at than Story Tellers, (Sorry Story Tellers people who might find that offensive... in my defense there are cookies at Subway.)
However, I am grumpy because seven hours of Subway is good for the paycheck- not for the soul.
I'm grumpy also because I'm a stupid college student who thinks she can get away with four hours of sleep before long work days.
Also, Subway knives are incredibly sharp. My thumb lost that battle... and when it wouldn't stop bleeding, Mr. fellow employee squirted super glue on it anyway. I'll spare you the gory details of how the blood bubbled in the glue and such (oops. Did I just not actually spare you the details? Blast.) but I will tell you that it burns like H-E double you know where. (I was talking about Heibeli Greece of course. Goodness people, where are your thoughts? :p)

Since one reason isn't nearly enough to justify grumpification, here's another.
My room is a mess and I reeeeaaaaalllly don't want to clean it.

I feel fat.

I stink like Subway still.

... I can't actually remember all the reasons I had for being "bad tempered and sulky". Darn.

In other news... once upon a time me and Tabby went to St. George. (Erm. I meant Tabby and I. Because I have good grammar and stuff.)
Here's the gist of the trip:

Raise your hand if you love Tabby's car's sun roof!

Story time is our fave :)

My critique for Orange Peel. REALLY yummy. A bit over priced. Coolest machine to seal the logo on your cup as a lid. Straws that are hugemongous, but weird. (I'm tired. I'm not actually completing sentences today thanks.)

We enjoy kissing frogs... except it's sort of a let down when they don't turn into princes. That was sort of the whole point. 

I'm in love with silhouette pictures...

Super cool Del Sol rings we got for free. Because we screamed "WE LOVE DEL SOL" in public. We also made friends with the sales lady. Her boyfriend wears Aqua Di Gio cologne, and smells sexy. She enjoys doing Zumba. 

We also love rocking chairs!

St. George Branch.... found it!

Tabby's C jump looks more like she actually knows what she's doing. But my hair's fluffier? That's a positive, right?

I've missed the St. George Temple!

There was the cutest park by the library with the little stream thingy that everyone played in. :) I want to move to St. George!

Fun right? We know. 

... I feel like there should be some other, other news. But I can't remember it if there is any. So. Nap time! :D

Happy Friday! (It feels like Saturday... that's weird.)