Tuesday, September 29, 2009

they called it puppy love

I finally got a picture with my beloved Jimmer. It's going to be a great season.

Monday, September 28, 2009

smile like you mean it

Best concert ever. The Killers are amazing live, and Brandon Flowers is quite a showman- very entertaining. The lighting and effects were great. So, so good.

They opened with Joyride, followed by Human- stellar

The new love of my life- Brandon Flowers
Finale- When We Were Young
thanks to Melanie for the pictures via fb.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

a good good night

Saturday night- 7:30 pm MST I will be rockin' my pants off to the Killers. So excited. I bought my ticket back in May- that's how long I've been waiting for this. And the weekend has finally arrived (well, almost- tomorrow will be the weekend).

something in the air

I've been in a bit of a style rut lately- I haven't found much that screams "buy me"- and then I found these two lovely pieces courtesy of J. Crew. And now I'm having a love affair with cardigans, jackets, coats and tights. Fall must be here.

Aren't they beautiful? They are the epitome of the style I think I'm going for- classy but cute with a touch of flair. Loves.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

and so it begins....

I know we lost miserably our first home game- but I can't help but be excited for the remainder of the season. Lots of good Cougar Football to come.

a letter

dear lovely tas,

I promise I'm a very nice person. Please talk to me. Work is so boring without conversation- I sit at my desk for 4 hours and surf the internet and wait until Erica can think of things for me to do. You are the highlight of my day. But then you walk right pass me, and don't acknowledge me. Why? I want to be your friend. I'm not scary- I don't tell Erica your secrets. I like hearing about your labs, and your students and your lives. Feel free to share!


Tuesday, September 22, 2009

the highs and lows

my dream fridge- for the low price of $3,399.00 courtesy of Lowe's

the past few days have been a rollercoaster of emotions- here's a summary:

Friday: Parker's high school team kicks the trash out of Maple Mountain (or something like that) AND
P had some great tackles on the kick off team and an interception! Way to go Babs.

I woke up feeling slightly sick

I got free Brick Oven pizza (courtesy of my roommates family)
I went to the pre-game Tailgate party and got to fulfill one of my life goals of riding around campus in a golf cart- thank you Stu.
We (and by "we" I of course mean the BYU football team) suffered a crushing defeat at
the hands of FSU

I got to see my good friend Sean who gave up from LA for the game

I got to play Beatle's Rockband- at which I am awesome- thank you Candy Lou for getting me hooked.

Sunday: I wake up feeling even more sick
We have combined Sunday School and our Bishop gives us the chastity talk (lovely)

Monday: I feel gross and never want to wake up- same goes for today.

The shining beacon in all of this however, is that for the past TWO WEEKS our fridge has been broken. That's right- 2 weeks without a way to keep our food cold. I'm here to testify that the refridgerator is a beautful invention my friends. And today, after much whining and complaining- it has finally been fixed. I can now revert back to my eating habits of cold cereal for every meal. Yay!

Friday, September 18, 2009

i heart headbands

courtesy of A Cup of Jo
I used to have a headband fetish and for some reason let it die out. I've decided to reinstate my love of headbands and use them more. I was inspired by this blog post. Lovely.

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

this one is called avoidance

I can't do it. I'm not back in my "school mode" at all and I don't really know how to rectify it. I have yet to do any real homework. I've done some homework sporadically and mostly just between other things- such as classes, or naps (ok, that naps part is a total lie- I only wish I had time for naps). I think part of my problem is that I'm busy literally every second from 8am-5pm. When I'm done with classes and work, I don't really want to do anything else- I just want to watch me some Seinfeld and relax. So, as we speak I'm avoiding doing my French homework, and have been for the past three hours. What have I been doing? I really have no idea, but for some reason I find it much better than homework. Although I think tomorrow, when French class rolls around, I'll be regretting my decision.
On a happy note- for my education class I have the opportunity to go into schools and observe teachers and work with them to learn what being a teacher is really like. I've been at Centennial Middle School for a week and I'll be there for about two more. I've taught twice and I LOVE IT! I definitely chose the right major. Those 8th graders are such a hoot and I love hearing all their ideas and comments. In two weeks I'll move up to Lone Peak High School. I'm thinking I'm going to end up preferring middle school- it's just such a great age. But only time will tell.
On a sad note- my beloved Federer lost the men's US Open tournament to some 20 year old from Argentina. Normally I love the underdog, but there's just something about Roger that keeps pulling me in. He hasn't lost in 5 years, and he took defeat very well, therefore, I still love him.

Sunday, September 13, 2009


I love this man. Sadly, he is married with two children. But- he is the world's greatest tennis player and he is set to win the US Open- yet again. He's so amazing to watch, his backhand is beautiful. AND I watched today as he made what he called, the greatest hit of his career, backward and inbetween his legs. Amazing. And he's got class. What's not to love?

Friday, September 11, 2009


2001 seems like so long ago. I was 13 years old and living in Reading, England. It seems like a whole life time ago. And yet- 09/11/01 is a day I don't think I will ever forget. Due to the time difference between NY and England it was the afternoon. When Marshall and I came home from school Mom met us at the front door and she was crying. She said something awful had happened. She explained that some men had taken airplanes and flown them into the Twin Towers in New York City. We didn't have a tv so we went next door to our neighbors house. I watched on live tv as the second tower fell. I was people jumping out of the building in hopes of saving themselves. I listened as New Yorkers were interviewed and longed to be there with them. I longed to be back in the United States. I hated that I was, what felt like, a world away. My nation mourned for the loss of lives and for this awful act and I was in a foreign country left on my own to soak in the events and process the aftermath. Back in the US the country united together. The next day I went to school the next day, feeling sad and alone. I knew that everyone would talk about what had happened and because Marshall and I were the only Americans in our school I was sure people were going to be pestering me all day. Sure enough, I felt unable to escape. Our school had lots of Muslims from Afghanistan and Pakistan and I will never forget one girl's comment about how those men who hijacked the planes were brave and did what they believed was good. It broke my heart. I talked to my friends back in New York who told me about how everyone had banded together and I felt abandoned. But today, I am so happy to be back in the wonderful United States of America. I am so happy to live in a democracy. I am so grateful for the Constitution. I am so grateful to worship freely. And I am so grateful that no one can take that away from me.