carefree

care·free (adjective): free from care: as
a : having no worries or troubles
b : irresponsible
c: getting a pedicure with the girls (hooray for red toenails!)
d: eating zucchini spice cake with cream cheese frosting
d: jumping into the pool with your clothes on



The birthday weekend is officially a wrap. Tonight was just what I needed: a carefree night with the girls. We started with pedicures, then grabbed some dinner at The Soup Kitchen, followed by some amazing zucchini spice cake at the Nook. Those girls sure know how to bake. We then meandered over to Bishop's house for FHE.

After dancing with Steph (She's a great coach -- 'step-touch, step-touch, now shake those hips') and chatting with practically the entire ward, we somehow ended up in the pool with our clothes on. So much fun.

Definitely a night I'll always remember.

raindrops on roses

These are a few of my favorite things, and I was lucky enough to have them all on my birthday:

- waking up without an alarm clock
- fresh raspberries from lovely roomies for breakfast
- jokes in ward council
- night games at the nook
- Bishop Hale
- girl talk with Marf
- funny notes in sacrament
- hammocks
- lasagna
- mile-high mud pie
- cherries
- twinkle lights
- the grandma house
- emilia delmar
- girl talk
- new friends
- old friends
- bad blind date stories
- homemade ice cream
- the Batman kids serenading me
- phone calls
- text messages
- FB wall posts
- T-HO
- apple beer
- diet coke

Who could ask for anything more? Thanks to everyone for making 28 a great day.

introducing...

Mr. and Mrs. Finlinson!


Had an amazing day at the Salt Lake Temple with this lovely couple.

The new Mrs. Finlinson looked beautiful, with beaded buttons and a knock-out smile. Joe was happy as can be, with his lady by his side.

It was nice sneaking away from work for a while to go to the sealing (and I love that I have a job where they are totally cool with that). I can't wait for the wedding dinner tonight.

K girls. Who is next?

alta is for lovers

After surviving a busy work week (LDS booksellers convention) I'm rewarded with a return to a place that brought many a good memories -- the Alta.


I moved into the Alta during the summer of 2003 (right after I graduated). I stayed for about a year and a half. I begrudgingly moved after I grew tired of the long commute to Salt Lake City every day. Oh how it was hard to leave the Alta.

Favorite memories:
- Michael Jackson dance parties
- NCAA Football on the Playstation
- The spy
- Bishop Hawkes
- Dumpster diving at the bookstore
- Movie nights
- Spying on the parking lot make out sessions from our living room window
- Fro Yo
- Plastering "Alta is for Lovers" posters all over the complex (and then replacing the poster multiple times on the door of apartment 214 after they were offended and kept taking it down)
- Our refrigerator tribute to the Alta lovers:


Tomorrow night the BYU 77th ward is reuniting at Bishop Hawke's house. Luckily a girl in my current ward was also in the BYU 77th (not when I was in it) so I have a buddy to go down to Provo with. It should be a fun time!

who needs sleep?

I've tried to blog several times today. I've started several sentences, only to push the backspace button. I've tried to write out one of the many witty stories I've encountered the past few days. But I just can't do it.

Everything I write is incoherent. I'm delusional, living off of three hours of sleep. I don't recommend it.

freedom?

Like clockwork, I woke up at 8:45 this morning thinking I needed to get ready for church. Only this day I didn't have to. I don't have to go to morning leadership meetings anymore. I don't have to be at church until 1 p.m.

I didn't even set an alarm. I wanted to sleep as long as possible, unsure of what to do with all this new found free time on a Sabbath morning. In fact, I'm still trying to figure out what to do with all my free time every other day of the week as well.

Who would have thought this transition would be so rough?