It's nearly 1 in the morning and I have to be up in 6 hours... but instead of sleeping what do I decide to do? Add pictures to my blog of course! So you better enjoy this because I'm going to be a complete beast in the morning!
Life is great. I love college, I love my friends, I love the fam. What more could a girl ask for, right?
The first 4 photos were taken in Utah County of all places *GASP*! I know you're wondering how RayCray and I possibly survived our little excursion "down south" wearing our U of U attire without getting curbed by Cougar fans? Well, one flat tire and a ride on Buzz and Winnie the Pooh later, we made it back to the 801 sound and safe.
Me reading what to do with a flat tire.
Corn Nuts and Hershey's Cookies in Cream... Ray's set.
I find Mr. Lightyear very attractive, okay? Give us some privacy please.
Pooh Bear's expression either says he is bashful, or a perv. You decide that for yourself.
One beautiful Sunday afternoon, the fam decided to head up the canyon for a hot dog and s'more roast... it resulted in Indiana Jones torches and Kung-Fu action. Be jealous.
You're probably as amazed as I was to see my leg that close to my face. I should join the cheerleading squad.
The FAM! Brody was disappointed that he wasn't in this picture... so he asked me to add this lovely number to el blogo...
What a stubby little stud.
A few years ago, my Gooma and Goompa moved down to a very small town in Central Utah. So our visits down there are quite exciting to say the least...
I mean, come on! Screw Tobey Maguire... I am SPIDERMAN!
Harrison apparently loves you... creeeeps.
Goompa and Gooma at the Little Grand Canyon... or as the locals like to call it "The Wedge"
Me attempting to channel my American Indian roots.
We found a mine where the feds blew stuff up. It was neat.
There is nothing more American than going to the fair!
Over-priced rides, footlong corndogs, and gangbangers at every turn. Now that's what I call classy entertainment.
We became news anchors... no big deal.
We just love the fair so much! *tear*
I thought I'd add some of my sweet photography skills to this baby.
Us PSI girls know our way around a can of spray paint and a t-shirt from Walmart.
This weekend we had our PSI retreat at a Cabin in Park City and decided to trap all the pledge girls in the upstairs bedroom by making the stairs into a saran-wrap and fruit leather combo slide complete with used cups and half drank water bottles. It was 4 in the morning, okay?
One girl actually cried over this... talk about "TAKE A MIDOL!" Geez.
I saved the best for last... UTAH FOOTBALL!! It's pretty much my life.
Throw up your U's!
I may or may not have a little crush on the quarterback... I just wish he'd shave his mexistache.
The lazy days spent at the pool, eating popsicles on the grass, drive-in movies, homemade ice cream on the back porch, baseball games with with a box of peanuts and a hot dog...
The smell of wet cement, the feeling of cool grass under your feet on a hot day, Lagoon with friends, fireworks on the 4th of July and the smell of gunpowder floating on the air...
Laying under the stars at night waiting for shooting stars, bonfires and smores, cold watermelon on a Sunday afternoon, country music, hikes up the canyon, never-ending sunsets, driving with the windows down, night games at the park...
Road trips, walking along the beach looking for seashells, Coldstone for dinner, flip flops in every color, fresh pineapple, swimming at the lake, going 120 on the freeway with the top down...
Sleepless nights, endless days, strawberry lemonades and dancing in the rain...
Summer '10... the tan lines will eventually fade but the memories never will!
I was 10 years old on 9/11. I woke up that morning in September with no idea that that day would be the single most devastating event in US history.
My mom was in the kitchen making breakfast when my dad called to tell us that a plane had just flown into a building in New York. I remember her telling me that it was probably just a small plane that ran off course and everything would be okay. I got ready for the day and went to school not expecting the horror that would unfold minute by minute on the TV set in my class room.
I arrived at school just in time to watch the 2nd tower fall. I remember people crying, my teacher in particular was in complete shock. No one knew what to do, so we just stared at the screen for hours watching the chaos in NYC, the devastation at the Pentagon in DC, and an open scar in a Pennsylvanian field.
I remember crying with my friends, so scared and so hurt not only for my country, but for all those involved and all of their loved ones and friends. I remember thinking, "How could anyone do this to other human beings?" The hurt never went away, it has been 9 years and I still remember that day clearer than any other day in my life.
May God be with all those who lost parents, children, brothers, sisters, spouses, friends, and co-workers. And may all 2,976 people who lost their lives that day rest in peace.
Where were you on that September day?
"Justice will be served and the battle will rage:
This big dog will fight when you rattle his cage.
And you'll be sorry that you messed with the U.S. of A.
'Cause we'll put a boot in your ass, it's the American way!
Hey, Uncle Sam put your name at the top of his list,
And the Statue of Liberty started shaking her fist.
And the eagle will fly and it's gonna be hell,
When you hear Mother Freedom start ringing her bell.
And it'll feel like the whole wide world is raining down on you.
Ah, brought to you, courtesy of the Red, White and Blue."
The State of Utah has the lowest average age of marriage in the U.S.
I know well over 20 people who I grew up with who are now engadged/already married/have kids.
So what I want to know is... What's the rush?
One answer I get over and over again every time I ask this question is, "Why wait?"
I personally don't believe that after knowing someone for hardly a month or two, you know for a fact that they are the one and only person for you and you must marry them as soon as possible... honestly now. What ever happened to getting to know someone before "taking the plunge"? I don't think you can know enough about a person to take said plunge in such a short amount of time.
So here is my reply...
Live life slowly.
Live life deeply.
Live life lovingly,
live life knowingly.
If you're "meant to be" with someone, they'll stick around. Just enjoy getting to know each other better. There is no rush on love. And if there is then you have a problem.
I want to see the world before I settle down. I want to take every adventure that comes my way before I continue on to the next chapter in my life. I want to know who I am and what I need before I get to know my someone else.
... a Utah man am I! A Utah man, sir, and will be till I die! Ki yi!
What better way to kick off the school year than with UTAH FOOTBALL?!? And what a way to start with a win in overtime against #15 Pittsburgh! And having a seat in the 3rd row of the MUSS wasn't too shabby either! :]