May 29, 2012

Just As It Is

Do you ever have those moments that make you extremely excited to someday be the mother of teenage sons? This weekend I had one at the BYU baseball game. (Come to think of it, the majority of such moments in my life happen at baseball games, as I have high hopes of one day being an enthusiastic baseball mom). A group of young men with their fathers stood up wearing jerseys that said:

BYU Sports Camp 2012

I watched them walk by thinking about my awesome future. Me sending my tall sons off to sports camp with their dad while I catch up on my reading and housework. Or maybe take my daughters shopping.

I can only hope that my sons will do something as awesome as:


 Fathers and Sons Kickball on the BYU softball diamond at Miller Field.
Yes,  it was glorious.

One of those moments where you just sit back all calm and enjoy life..
just as it is.

May 25, 2012

Google Voice

I recently got Google Voice on my phone and I love it. Especially when it transcribes messages as follows:

"Hi again 200 Baxter. BOA, and exciting. I walked up rock canyon. And my knee. Why really hit it, but the rest of me really liked it. Hope things are going downhill my need a lot of like but, but, like I said it again And maybe you should come on a hike with me if that will per year. ME tend to make it The Killing situation. Ciao."

Ah ha ha ha ha ha.

May 23, 2012


Oh hey there,Yoga,
Thanks for helping me get reacquainted with my abs. I bet Ms. Johnson feels the same way. Perhaps every time she moves?

May 21, 2012

Little Wonders

Did you see the solar eclipse last night? 
Using the inside of a floppy disc (yes, a floppy disc) you could totally see it!
I loved loved loved loved it. 
My friend Zach has some great pictures on his blog,
 one of which, he said I could share with you: 
The back light is the sun and the shadow in front is the moon.
It was probably about my favorite thing this year. 
Besides my new niece Libby. But there is more on her to come...

May 18, 2012

Say What You Need to Say

I'm gonna tell you something embarrassing that I recently realized about myself.

I've become a little gun shy about open and honest communication.

I think it stems from the part where I realized that I was being (how do I put this nicely?) totally overbearing and occasionally ridiculous, and I decided to take President Uchtdorf's advice, and STOP IT. So now, I've gotten to the point where I'm no longer trying to be controlling or to change the way that people are, but as a result I've become a bit of a pansy about communication. I'm afraid to tell people what I really think about things because I don't want to be bossy or controlling.

How do I manage this? Do you have any suggestions on how to strike a balance that allows for genuine communication that is neither too pushy nor too blasé?

May 17, 2012

I'll tell you all about it when I'm in the way to lose my way with words

Dear John Mayer,
What do I do with you? Your new CD is brilliant and wonderful and streaming free on iTunes. It includes a song called Age of Worry that ends with the line, "Worry, get out of here!" And I think I love you. But then I see a picture of your new hair.
What the what? It's like you're channeling Johnny Depp. And not in a good way. In fact, how did I never realize how much you look like Edward Scissorhands? And that's all I have on the matter for now.

She's gotta be strong to fight them, so she's taking a lot of vitamins.

I'm pleased to inform you that the sports medicine doctor didn't lie. 
This is my feet outside the BYU creamery today. 
No boot. No limp. Mostly pain free. I went biking last night and I'm even gonna do yoga tonight. 
It's a (Christmas?) miracle! 

On a completely unrelated note, did you know that the creamery now sells fry sauce?
You better believe I just ate some on my lunch time sweet potato fries. 

May 11, 2012

Ma Boot

 Tuesday night after a fairly severe bout with what seemed at the time to be shin splints, I looked like this: 
I was also fairly certain I was going to die.
Death by melodrama perhaps. 
Wednesday I went to my favorite kind of doctor, a sports medicine doctor at the Bountiful clinic.  
Turns out it's a bout of tendinitis. Easily fixed by 3-7 days in a boot. 
And now I look this this.

Do you think it will match the left half of my mustard yellow flats? 

May 10, 2012

Quotes from my Mark Twain Journal

I recently purchased a journal called The Sayings of Mark Twain. You can bet your hard earned dollar that I love it. Here are some of the reasons why:

I was born modest; not all over, but in spots.

You cain't pray a lie.

If you tell the truth, you don't have to remember anything.

Familiarity breeds contempt-and children.

To believe yourself brave is to be brave.

Go to Heaven for the climate, Hell for the company.

The most interesting information comes from children, for they tell all they know and then stop.

You ought never "sass" old people-unless they "sass" you first.

(and last, but definitely not least...)

What would men be without women? Scarce, sir, mighty scarce.

May 7, 2012


Baseball with these awesome (and good looking) folks? Yes please. Nattalie is not included because she was snapping the shot, but that doesn't mean we don't love her too. 

May 5, 2012


OMGosh. So I was trying to block a website, and my friend Tanner suggested that I try StayFocused. I downloaded it and found out that it actually doesn't let you block websites, but it does let you limit the amount of time you spend on time-wasting websites of your own choosing. If I still had fbook, you'd better believe I would have added it to my list. As I was trying to block a website, I tried to set the maximum amount of time I'm allowed to spend on a site to 0 minutes, but it wouldn't let me, so I changed it to one minute and got the following awesome pop up. 
Now, I'm on to find a way that I can actually block a site, but I think that this StayFocused thing might need to be revisited. And for those of you with a love/hate relationship with the fbook, maybe this will help? 

May 2, 2012


Please can I have this hair?  
Except probably the brunette version since I'm not going bright red anytime soon.

May 1, 2012

Old CD's

Sometimes you pull out a stack of old CDs for the commute. You see one labeled, "New Amsterdams." You put it in. At which point you realize that instead of the New Amsterdams, you're actually listening to Tegan and Sara. Magic marker Liz labeling fail.

Your Hair's Sticking Up in the Back

I was visiting my girl Jenn at work the other day. I was leaning on the counter telling her coworker Adam about my day. At the end of our conversation he said, totally matter of fact,

"Good luck with life. Your hair's sticking up in the back. "

Bah ha ha ha ha. And I loved it.


Dear My Instincts,
Thanks for being so trustworthy. I should take your word for it more often.

For all the talk you hear about knowledge being such a wonderful thing, instinct is worth forty of it for real unerringness. --Mark Twain. Tom Sawyer Abroad, 1894