Extra Long Skinny Jeans

Dear American Eagle Online,
Thanks for having that 30% off/free shipping sale on your jeans and for having extra-longs in stock. As we know, purchasing extra long jeans is sort of like selling your soul, but harder. I'm looking forward to the 11 (yes, eleven) pairs of jeans being shipped my way. And I guess I'll see your counterpart, the *actual store,* sometime next week with about 8 pairs of jeans to return once I decide which ones I actually like. :)
Love,
Your Long-Legged Friend, Liz

Well, This Made Me Cry

Good job at life, Mr. Rogers. 

Stop Sign on 7th North in Provo

The Upside of Insomnia

This song was playing in my headphones this morning as the sun came up over the mountains and I pedaled my way down Van Winkle. 

"We get up early just to start cranking the generator

Our limbs have been asleep we need to get the blood back in 'em"

It.was.perfect. The perfect lyrics, the perfect song, the perfect pace, the perfect morning.

Syringe Art, Rorschach, and Tragedy

At the stake carnival last night, I saw a sign that said, "Syringe Art." I figured that even though my artistic abilities are not that awesome, I'm pretty good with a syringe, so why not give it a shot? (pun! and that wasn't even on purpose if you can believe it).

So what exactly is syringe art? Basically you put a little paint in a syringe and then shoot it at a piece of paper. This is what mine looked like.  

But then I thought it would be infinitely fun if I folded it in half to make it symmetrical. And we ended up with this beautiful amateur Rorschach test* in full color. I was really pleased with how it turned out.

(The talented Ms Fotohok took that photo, props to her)

I wish I had taken a picture before I put it in my bag to take it home because by the time I got home, it was stuck together and the paper tore when I unfolded it. But just trust me, in it's prime, it was gorgeous. 

According to the girl in charge, a Child Life student at the U, they do this with the kids in the hospital to make the kids feel more comfortable with hospital equipment. 

Do they take volunteers? Where do I sign up? 

*I'm sure that's copyrighted. This is in no way meant to represent a Rorschach test. Any resemblance to Rorschach test was unintentional and purely coincidental etc...

Cataract

The other day my boy Jeff and I were outside looking at my car. I pointed out my headlights.

Jeff said, "Cataract?"

Hahahahaha.

Point, Jeff. 

Fiction vs Non Fiction

 So here's the thing about non fiction. I've been reading this book, The Happiness Project by Gretchen Rubin for about 3 months now. A book that I like medium well. As of yesterday, I was on this page. 

Yesterday morning, I got an email from the Provo Library telling me that Insurgent, the second book in the Divergent series by Veronica Roth was in. I drove down there, Picked it up, and as of last night, I was on this page. 

There's just something to be said for getting lost is a fictional novel, especially one of the young adult dystopian fiction variety. That is all. 

You Know You Live With A Nurse When

You Know You Live With A Nurse When:

You find needles, syringes, alcohol wipes, saline flushes and the like all over the house.

But be warned, these things could also mean you live with a heroin addict.

In my case, my new roommate is an ICU nurse. She also happens to be five ten. Which, in the immortal words of Mr. Kyle Snell, is the perfect height.

I'm pleased to inform you she is also heroin free, which is a big plus.

That was close.

To the Cyclist I almost killed by opening my door without looking the other week,
I, of all people, should know better, and I'm sincerely sorry. Thanks for getting out of the way fast enough that I don't have to spend the rest of my life racked with the guilt. I'll keep my eye out better from here on out. Safe and happy cranking to you.
Love, A fellow cycling enthusiast.

Thank you, Snowbird

See that whole entire gluten free lunch? 

Even a cookie. 

Point, Snowbird. 

Me and the Babe

Thanks to the beautiful and talented Kristin for this shot. 

Girl Shoes, Saltwater Sandals, etc...

Friday night at the Rooftop Concert, my friend Garrett and I saw an androgynous little girl boy. He had adorable curly hair and was wearing a jumper with saltwater sandals. Garrett said it was a boy because the jumper wasn't cute enough for a girl. I said it was a girl because of the girly shoes he was wearing. 

Me: They're totally girl shoes!

Garrett: I had those shoes when I was little.

(awkward pause)

Me: Oh.

After much deliberation, it was decided that he was indeed a boy.

At which point, this happened:

 Do you see that? This girl walked by wearing the exact same sandals. 

Coincidence? I think not. 

AmmonAmmonAmmon

This kid is in town from Egypt, and we love it. 

We had a smashing party in his honor yesterday, and it was lovely. 

In typical fashion, a LizJenn special picture. 

There is also one with Kristin, and while she looks delightful, I do not. 

My vanity will therefore prevent you from seeing her. 

My apologies.