The Land of the Orange Barrels

I learned a new word today: ubiquitous. Definition: present, appearing, or found everywhere. The first application of the word that came to mind? Orange barrels in Utah county. It's quite insane really. There is construction on Center Street, University Avenue, University Parkway and oh of course--I-15!!!! (and if you know anything about Provo you know that I just listed every major road in the entire city). I have been counting down the days for 3 months until November 19th--the day my exit finally opens back up and makes my life one million times easier. If this celebrated day is delayed in any way, shape or form I will be one very unhappy girl.

S'mores Cookies

S'mores are my favorite food. So. . . someone recently introduced me to S'mores cookies and I pretty much think this recipe is genius. And also I just learned how to post a link. Go look at it!

There was an Old Lady

I haven't played my guitar in quite some time. I'm not really sure why and have no particular reason but I have decided to rekindle the limited skills I have on said instrument and channel them towards a new goal: learning songs to one day play and sing to my future child (the one that an old man I recently spoke to in the library kept referring to as "under construction"). #1 on the list: There was an old lady who swallowed a fly. What a great song. Really, it's just clever and lovely and makes me laugh every time. I remember singing it to my nephew Ty for the first time when he was about 5 (after a few renditions of "Jingle Bell Rock", his all time favorite bedtime song--even in July). He just starred at me the whole time with a completely blank look on his face, jaw slightly dropped, confusion settling in deeper and deeper as the old lady swallowed progressively larger animals. He retained this expression until suddenly, the old lady swallowed a horse (and died of course). Ty's eyebrows shoot sky high, his mouth formed a surprised "O" and after a complete minute of shock--he burst into giggles. What better reaction could you ask from a bedtime musical performance?

yay. I have a blog. It only took me until 2011. I feel really awkward about this whole thing right now, because isn't my very first blog post supposed to say something. . . important or something? Especially since this has been an intention of mine for quite some time and to be honest I've thought of and forgotten a lot of quite funny and clever things that I intended to say on this thing. So to open it with something not-epic would be a shame wouldn't it? It's like my phobia of writing that I have to get over every single time I write something down for the first time in a brand new notebook. I am just going to bite the bullet and start with a little experience I had last night at my parents house that probably has no point. Ya know those boxes you have at your parents house that are full of old stuff of yours that you don't need, never brought to college with you, but couldn't bear to throw away? My mom wants me to get rid of them. So I was looking through them. Holy cow, the things you find. My very first alarm clock ever. Why does that have sentimental value to me? I have no idea. A Coldstone Creamery visor from when I worked there, age 17. Still covered in ice cream stains. Gross. The first thing I ever sewed in my life--a drawstring bag in 7th grade TLC. A directory filled with all of my elementary school friends phone numbers. Many, many softball, soccer, and piano performance trophies--how do you throw away a trophy?? One that says Farmington City Recreation Girls Softball 1997 Dana Bramhall. There's is absolutely no point in keeping them, I know, but someone please sympathize, these things are hard to let go of! However, at least one thing I found will live to escape one more DI run--the #1 favorite find of the night: my long lost hand-held electronic TETRIS game. Score.