Tuesday, November 25, 2008


I saw a dog today.

Did you see a dog??

Thursday, November 20, 2008


Most people that are close to me know that the last year or so of my life has required me to spend a lot of time around things I'm not usually interested in. Sure, I've always liked baseball, but other than that? Sports are not really my style. My sisters have always made fun of me for being so prissy, but I can't help it. I am a girly girl, through and through.

So obviously it was a little unnatural when Mr. Huge comes strolling into my life and can't even breathe without having some kind of sport-related topic on his mind. Everything from where we eat dinner (will the game be on?) to the radio we listen to (let's just listen until Bronco's done... oh wait I wanted to hear this next interview) and even analogies during religious discussions were suddenly completely revolving around sports.

It was exhausting, to say the least. I really struggled with it for a while. And now, as everyone knows, he's gone his way and I've gone mine. So I was honestly looking forward to the break from the sports craziness.

And, I've realized something. And I need to confess.


There, I said it. I love them. Not only do I love baseball and will never give up on my Pads, but I have become a Jazz fan, UFC-lover, and most importantly, a Cougar. I know about as much as one person can humanly learn in one year about college football and BYU in particular.

In spite of how much I would love to be really busy on some incredibly hot date on Saturday afternoon rather than watching the biggest game of my lame-0 ex-boyfriend's season, I can't do it. I am like counting down to the game. I absolutely hate Utah and I have been reading every article and watching every newscast about the Holy War, hoping that somehow it will make it come faster. Dave Nixon mercilessly hitting Brian Johnson? Um, yes please. Hall throwing over Kruger's stupid annoying head to connect with Collie? Pitta? Reed? Unga? George? The Utes don't have a chance. I am seriously so excited.

I don't know what's wrong with me. But I do feel better getting that off my chest. I'll shout it from the rooftops - I. like. sports.

My future husband is going to owe Jan a thank you card.

Monday, November 17, 2008


The "Starting Over" mix on my iPod:

The Middle - Jimmy Eat World
Shake it Off - Mariah Carey
Goodbye to You - Michelle Branch
Lollipop - Mika
Single - Natasha Bedingfield
Gone in the Morning - Newton Faulkner
Brighter - Paramore
Fidelity - Regina Spektor
Outta My Head- Ashlee Simpson
Better in Time - Leona Lewis
You Learn - Alanis Morissette
Bad Day - Daniel Powter
Hide and Seek - Imogen Heap
Stop Crying Your Heart Out - Oasis
The Remedy - Jason Mraz
I'm Movin On - Rascal Flatts
Holding Out for a Hero - Frou Frou
In the End - Linkin Park (Yes, I'm serious.)

and my theme song:

Irreplaceable - Beyonce


So we went to Sprinkles. And it was delicious.

So I'm having a birthday. Woo. (<--not so enthused.)

Here's my happy little Sprinkles story:

Mom surprised me as an early birthday present by driving me & Rae to the new Sprinkles in Newport Beach! Fun :) We ordered a dozen delicious cupcakes (good choice) - but let mom do the ordering (questionable choice).

We ended up with a few GREAT cupcakes (see: Red Velvet, Strawberry, Milk Chocolate and Peanut Butter Chocolate) and several not-as-great cupcakes (see: TWO Dark Chocolate & Marshmallow cupcakes [two?? really??? ugh. what a waste], Cinnamon Sugar [no frosting, even!], and Coconut). It's alright that some weren't as amazing though, because it didn't stop us from eating all of them. With relish. <-the feeling, not the condiment...

Lesson Learned:Allow mom to take you wherever she wants for your birthday
- but be as involved as possible with ordering.

P.S. Kristina loves it when I use the word 'delicious' over and over again.

Saturday, November 15, 2008

Life's Short, Eat Dessert

'Sisters, not lesbians.'

That's what I thought this blog should be called. Kristina, being the voice of reason she usually is (when she's not too busy being the voice of sarcasm), decided we should name our sisterly blog something less racy. (If I had started this blog with Brooke, however...). Anyways. We're single now. But together. In a sisterly way - not geographically, I mean. I basically just want more pizza and ice cream to drown my sadness over becoming recently without a man-friend.

That having been said, go get yourself something tasty to munch on and we can have a moment remember that life's short, so you should probably eat some dessert. What kind? It doesn't really matter. Anything sugary. Or salty. Anything your mother wouldn't let you eat as a kid (which, for me, includes dog food)...whatever you choose, we don't judge here. Go on. Eat some. Ready? Go.

And read our blog while you're eating it. Happier? Glad we could help.

Monday, November 10, 2008

Bug Language

As I was getting ready this morning, I heard the familiar sound of a fly buzzing around, first at the light in the bathroom, and then to the window. I looked at the open door a few yards away and felt sad for the little bug for a second. This sounds weird, but I almost wished that I could speak bug language and show him the way. Even if I did speak bug language, he was so frantic that I doubt he would’ve listened anyway.

It made me stop for a second as I realized something. That little bug and I aren’t too different from each other. Just like the fly, I know what I want and can even see it. It seems so easy to be able to just get there – it’s right in front of my face. But for some reason, something is keeping me from it. There is a boundary that I can’t see and I don’t understand.

Am I flying at a lightbulb maybe? A fake version of what I think I want? Or maybe I am flying over and over again at the window, which shows accurately what I want but I’m just taking the wrong road to get there.

I’m sure the Lord is watching all of this with sadness in his heart similar to my own toward the bug. He knows the way to my happiness, but I’m too busy and frantic at my own dilemma to understand. The lucky thing is he does speak my language. I just need to stop freaking out long enough to ask him.

It’s interesting how you can tell a bug is near the end when it just starts flying into the window over and over, faster and faster, regardless of that fact that it is obviously not working. How many times do we do that? Start spazzing out and fly into the same window over and over, waiting for a hole to magically appear.

I need to take a step back and figure out my surroundings before I reach that point and let my own fear and frantic state kill me.

I think if I could speak bug language, we would’ve had a deep conversation.

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