bring it on, 2010

last year was hands down
(i guess that means you can't even vote on it, put your hand down)
the best year of my nearly 25 years...

this time last year i had no idea,
that in 2 weeks i would be on a first date and lovin life and and all things cc.
(driving all of you nuts with my giddy stories)

this time last year,
i had no idea where i would be living or working...
i am amazed how much my heavenly father blesses more and more daily


bring it, 2010.

as an FYI,

this blog, is going to slowly become the foto place,
as i have many coming up
and i know having 2 is quasi intense.

do i care? not much.

for christmas,
cc gave me all kinds of foto equips
and a workshop class i get to go to...
i have been gettin ready.

so excited.

bring it on.

keep it positive...

My brother says that sometimes blogs are a mis-representation of how our lives are because we only dwell on the positive things. i am sometimes a negative person, but it is just hard to be this week!

i guess i am just grateful at the moment— maybe its because of:

Easter
green + pink= awesome














sugar cookies/experimenting with baking goods
matching dresses on little girls
the Savior
the atonement
music
inspiring words
bishops
crepes (pink & green)
cute roommates
sam's club
pita chips
wedges of cheese
moms
hulu.com
lil singing asians
singing americans
shows about pee...;)
great friends
blessings
prayer
the sun

the sun, i have decided, is like a big brother. a big, older brother. like the ones that know you are 7 and ask, "how old are you?" i am 7, "oh, well you have to be 8 to play..." that kind of brother.

after a few months of dark and cold and snowy ickyness that is everything that AZ isn't, the sun decides to pay a visit. usually he only stays a while as a teaser... then it snows a bit more like he's laughing at the little toy carrot he just dangled... and then after his mother makes him because of the official season change, he just stays.

in utah, i am never happier than when that day finally comes. i can distinctly remember the day last year that i felt like i could lay out on the grass in my flowy white skirt and just take in the vitamin D and listen to "Then I did" (Rascal Flatts) on my green ipod. this year i think that day was yesterday. i was listening to something peaceful like "Magic" by Colbie Caillat maybe and feeling the afternoon cook me at an almost unnoticeable rate. i thought about easter and how the sun eventually comes back out and touches everything. happy things.

speaking of happy things:


this thursday is Urinetown. a show i directed... yeah, its kind of a big deal. did i just recast my narrator a week ago? yes. am i stressed? no. are the parentals and brothers coming because they rock? uh, yeah. and rock, it shall.

I know I know... you are dying to know...

I am green.

For the record, Rascal Flatts are A-freakin-MAZING in concert!

I am sold on the concert thing now. Oh- and I plan on breaking up a marriage or two... Joe Don here I come!

I have never felt more like a 13-year-old: screaming and salivating and bouncing up and down. It was quite the rush. I also kept watchin Kelly Pickler who opened for them (Previous North Carolinian American Idol chick) who wasn't all that bad. She was quite fun to watch actually. I just listened to her and thought, I could do that. Why don't I have her job? How fun would it be to just get to do what you absolutely love the more than anything and get paid for it? In that case, can I have her job, Diablo Cody's, Sutton Foster's... Jennifer Hudson's...

Man, if you write music— call me. That's all I have to say about that. I am ready to do this biz. I just sat there and watched as young Kelly tried to be a pop star. She wanted to look and act just like one, sound just like one. The best part of her show was when she talked in between the songs and you could get a sense of her adorably naive southern girl side and you couldn't help but fall in love with her. I'm not saying she is not talented or a decent performer, all I am saying is I don't want to have to go through Simon to rock to my own beat... and that's all I want to do: rock out. I would love nothing more than to have a stage, awesome lighting, wicked band, and just rock out to great music that tells you who I am. Is that so much to ask? Guess dreams are for rookies. Lucky blond chicks who never worked a day in your life though... here- you can have this life on this silver-lined platter that is just waiting for you in your chariot, I saved it for you.

But anyway- I'm not bitter. The concert was fantastical. The live-ness is key I think. Having them there in person, (the point of the concert I assume) with all of the sounds and lights and fun things they say as they go... I mention lights because that day I set the lights for my show and with the help of a designer friend I hafta say: they are quite awesome. (Maddi I dearly hope you are tracking the use of awesome here.)

I think it was the best first concert to go to. I say this knowing that you are laughing at that. How could I say that with only one under my belt? Well, because. They thanked me for being there, Joe did, and Jay did, and then Gary did... they were all so grateful of the blessing it is to do what they love and they recognized their fans as their dream realized. (ooh.. that sounds cheesy and trite, but I swear it was tasteful.) They are good married guys, who have followed a dream and done what they wanted to do... I respect that... and quite frankly, envy that.

See... I am green.

Thanks March already for the good times, and the put-you-in-your-placeness that I need to remind me where I go.

Calm down Steph, awesome pictures will come as soon as I get them...

I'm so happy to be stuck with you...

yes... every one of you...

and yes, even you "baby mac" (Makenna 1 month, 22 days). thanks for letting me come and play with you and your cute family... which happens to be my family!

foto by meg

again, i am reminded of the blessing it is to be here and to have the family that i do. the RPMJRs have upped the ante one...and it will not be the last!

i would also like to say
happy month of green
—stay tuned for the great things that i plan on doing to celebrate march (the best color-represented month) of the year. st. patty's is NBD, but the green is... and oh you just wait for it... the partay will ensue...

at Eyring's suggestion:

i ran for 50 minutes at the gym yesterday... and after 40 minutes or so, without feeling the numbness in my legs or my usual 60-year-old heart failure, i found a second wind.

long story short: dear GOLD's GYM, continue to have a cinema room. continue to play "Rudy" because the music and the constant small dude getting rocked that accompanies it, for some reason, left me without the ability to stop running. at the end of the 50 minutes i found that i was running at 8 mph and crying. at the gym. in the dark. by myself. that, i know, is pathetic—and awesome too... guess that movie and i go way back, like to cuddling with dad on the couch and leaving us both leaking from the tear ducts.


it made me think of something else as i watched Rudy get into the school of his dreams and watch him do exactly what he wanted to in life: i am about to graduate from college! i guess i never thought twice about coming here though, i just did. i am so lucky to be here and i do thank the Lord for the blessing every day.

in my first class ever here at BYU, my American Lit History teacher took a moment and showed us a slide show of all of the authors and texts that we had learned about throughout the course of the semester. again, in the dark, i may have shed two or three. i was so amazed for some reason (i can still learn crap?). can't put together a video for what i have gained here in the 3 years, but it is nevertheless priceless.

I would also like to note that today is my grandmother's birthday- she must be like 65 today or something ;) I have sure learned a lot from her and wish that lived close enough to hang out with her. She is one of the hippest, most stylish, and witty (by default!) grandmas I know! And lets face it, every one who knows her loves her. She travels more than most people I know just to be close to her cute people and she writes her personal history for me to keep forever. What an inspiring treasure that I get to keep forever! Thanks grandma for years of yummy meals, matching sister clothes, movie analyzing, support, advice, chats, laughing, and love.
Sure love you—Happy Birthday G-ma!