Monday, August 31, 2009

Unconventional Airconditioning

I sing.

Sometimes I sing for church events - like stake conference.

Sometimes before I sing for stake conference, I have to go to the bathroom and (on occasion) I get my underpants stuck in the zipper of my skirt.

In the rare event that this is the case, I may or may not tug vigorously at said zipper until it makes a weird metallic grinding sound and I simply decide to pull the skirt UP instead of down (sorry for how graphic this is - these details are, unfortunately, necessary).

When this happens, I am probably already late (how do I know? well, mostly because I'm late to most things in my life).


Sometimes when I'm late, I rush into meetings without properly addressing whatever weird metallic sounds were coming from my skirt zipper.

And sometimes, when I get home after standing up and singing for a full stake conference congregation in front of me, and high counsellors/stake presidents/area authorities sitting directly behind me, I realize that things are a bit drafty in my booty-area...

And sometimes I make Kristina cry with laughter as I ask her (in horror) to check the back of my skirt...and realize that I broke the zipper on my skirt before the meeting....and a good 3.5 inches of my sweet, white bum was flashing the whole time...

The whole time...?? The WHOLE time?! THE.WHOLE.TIME.


Friday, August 28, 2009

Not Yet

Update: I just got a letter from my darling friend Sister Kristen Staib, who is currently in the MTC (Missionary Training Center). To read her weekly updates, click on her link on my blogroll. Her parents update it weekly w/ her new letters.

This paragraph touched me especially:
"I was reading in Ezekiel the other day and this scripture made me think of you... it's Ez 36:26-28."

(Here it is: 26 A new heart also will I give you, and a new spirit will I put within you: and I will take away the stony heart out of your flesh, and I will give you an heart of flesh.
27 And I will put my spirit within you, and cause you to walk in my statutes, and ye shall keep my judgments, and do them.
28 And ye shall dwell in the land that I gave to your fathers; and ye shall be my people, and I will be your God.)

"I absolutely love it. I thought of it as though Heavenly Father really can take your broken heart and give you a new one. He can heal our hearts, I know it. I feel like I've heard that scripture before like in marriage prep or something, but I knew I just had to share it with you. Hang in there. I know things will work out."

Isn't she awesome? I miss her already and there's still so long to go! She is getting ready to head out to Mongolia in a few weeks to serve her full-time mission for the LDS Church. I love her to death.

Here is my original post:

Doctrine & Covenants 58:2-4

2 For verily I say unto you, blessed is he that keepeth my commandments, whether in life or in death; and he that is faithful in tribulation, the reward of the same is greater in the kingdom of heaven.
3 Ye cannot behold with your natural eyes, for the present time, the design of your God concerning those things which shall come hereafter, and the glory which shall follow after much tribulation.
4 For after much tribulation come the blessings. Wherefore the day cometh that ye shall be crowned with much glory; the hour is not yet, but is nigh at hand.

Not yet, Kristina. Not yet.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Dear Husband,

You better be hot. Like real hot. I'm talkin, people-can't-look-directly-at-you-because-your-beauty-will-burn-their-retinas hot.

Is that too much to ask? I mean, I'm just saying - I have to be doing all this work for SOMETHING, right? Maybe you are brilliantly smart. I'd be cool with that. Or way spiritual. I would enjoy that as well.

What I'm not enjoying quite as thoroughly, however, is you leaving me here to fend for myself. Whatever happened to provide, protect, preserve...? Actually I don't really know that phrase apparently. Or is that for cops? Okay, just forget I brought it up.

What I'm trying to say is I could use some help here. Or maybe just a little sneak-peek letting me know that you're worth all of this garbage. Because seriously, it is some major garbage right now. I also happen to be fairly talented at whining, so that helps. Maybe you were the cause of a bad break up in order to deserve that trait in me. Lucky you!

Either way - we are fighting right now. We've never even met and that's good, because I'm not talking to you. Why don't you go sleep on the couch tonight and really think about what you've done. We can talk about it in the morning.

And by talk I mean you can apologize and propose. And by morning I mean sometime in the distant future when you come forth out of obscurity.

Same thing.

Your wife

P.S. I think it's time we both stop pretending - I'm having a love affair with Mr. Taco. You know it, and I know it. I'm glad we can just get it out in the open now. The fact of the matter is, he's been there for me when you haven't.

... I hope we can work this out.

Ode to Tucker

Dear Blogging world,

I love Tucker.


He is such a sweet little puppy who makes friends with everyone, always wants to cuddle, loves to play, eats the weirdest stuff, sleeps in the silliest positions, and makes everyone laugh.

I'm pretty sure he has a sixth sense which enables him to detect heartache and stress, and his spunky personality is an excellent salve for whatever is ailing your heart.

It makes me so happy to see him all cuddled up with Dad at night (I'm pretty sure he aced my mom out of her spot at least twice this week) - or when he gets all excited that Kristina is home - or when he tears through the house when Dad yells 'BRUTUS!'. So adorable.

So here are some pictures of Tucker

(sorry for the poopy quality - most of these are from my phone)

just living life.

Enjoy :)

1. Tucker can always be found helping out where something needs fixed.

2. Tucker is always wanting to put his cute puppy nose on your face and breathe you in.

3. Tucker got his name because of this.

4. Note to self: Leaving laundry on the floor is not a good idea when Tucker is around.

5. I love the way he sprawls out! Cute little Tucker rug ornament.

6. Car cuddling

7. Tay Bug cuddling

8. Fourf of Julyyy

9. Tucker sleeps in adorable positions

10. Fishing for Tuck (p.s. Dad + Tucker = BFFs)
11. Always making friends.
If you ever want to play, Tucker is down. Come with me to the dog park and let me show you how much you want a miniature schnauzer in your life.
Love, Calee

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Maybe I'll just...

go to BYU Idaho, since I can't get into Palomar classes.

... thoughts?


Monday, August 24, 2009


I was telling a friend yesterday how strange I am. Haha. Not like that is news to anyone, right? But really, it is weird that I have two sides of myself that are so different.

One part is very analytical and calculating - I like to hear the reasoning behind things and plan things out and do everything on my own since I'm the only person I can rely on 100%. Those things then make me a little bit cynical.

At the same time, however, I have a really deep faith. I've found myself in situations a lot of times (and especially recently) where I don't necessarily have all of the answers, but I'm willing to move forward anyway. When other people in my life have really struggled with finding the faith to make big decisions, I for some reason have found it very easy to just put things in the Lord's hands and trust it will be okay. All of those things make me really hopeful.

Isn't that strange? I don't know which side will win out. Actually I don't think one side has to win - I like both sides of myself. I think they keep me really level-headed.

The faith/hope side of myself has been working in overdrive a bit lately. And is actually pretty darn burnt out. And the calculating/cynical side of me took over a little bit today. I went to school and didn't get into any of the classes I needed. I don't really know what my other options are or where I should go or what I should do at this point.

But the faith/hope kristina came to the rescue, and I started getting little reminders. Reminders that the hot sun that was making me sweaty and uncomfortable as I hiked back and forth between buildings, only to turn right around again, was really part of an absolutely beautiful day with gorgeous weather; something I can get used to now that I'm down here. I got a reminder that meeting a random old man at the dog park and talking to him was a really good way to spend an hour - especially since I could feel his loneliness alleviate a little bit.

I could keep going right now - there were actually a lot of things that happened today that made me remember. But the details aren't really important. The fact of the matter is that I am okay and things are good, and I need to just accept the lows as they come. And love it.

Here is a message from Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin about just that. It's called "Come what may, and love it." Before he passed away last year, he was an Apostle of God - just like Peter, James and John were when Jesus Christ was on the Earth. If you're interested to know more about how the same church Christ established when he walked the Earth has been restored - go here: That is exactly where my hope and faith come from.

There are a lot more messages and talks where that came from. I just thought it was a really fitting message for where I am right now - and I'm sure with this economy and all of the uncertainty right now, everyone could use a little dose.

Check out more at the church's new youtube channel -


Friday, August 21, 2009

Tender Mercies

Today had potential to be really terrible. I've been dreading this day for a few weeks now, actually. And this morning I was pretty convinced I was going to have a bad day. Great attitude, right? Haha. :)

Anyway - I'm pretty sure that the Lord was just as convinced this morning that I was going to have a good day, and he did everything to make sure that happened. I am so grateful for the many reminders I had today of his love - even little tiny things. But you know what? The little tiny things are what matter most of the time. And the little tiny things meant a lot to me today.

I'm thankful for Calee's dog, Tucker (see previous posts for adorable photos).

When I woke up this morning and saw his cute little face peeking up over the side of my bed, it made me smile. He was making his weird little snorty noises that he makes when he gets overly-excited, and it was so cute. He's also quite the snuggle-bug, actually. He has been such a good friend to me since I've been here. He follows me around and gets so excited when I come home. It's nice! I love it, and I love him. And he is definitely a tender mercy.

I'm also thankful for the Brigantine. It is my most favorite restaurant down here. I had a delicious spinach salad and grilled swordfish taco today, with some creme brulee to top it off. If any of you know me, you know how much I flippin love food. It was just another reason I could not be in a cranky mood today.

(The only thing better than lunch at the Brig? Lunch at the Brig with Calee, her underage boyfriend, and my mother - who may or may not have sung the word "pedafile!" under her breath when said boyfriend told us his age. hahaha! So awesome.)

Next on my list of awesome things that happened to me today? The Padres. My dad got free tickets from work, and so we got to drive down tonight to good old Petco Park, which I adore. We wore our matching Padres jackets and walked through the park and felt the awesome air and saw the incredible view

It was awesome! We played the Cardinals, who have owned us recently. (Let's be honest, everyon has owned us recently. Haha) But we WON! Not only did we win, we shut them out! Muah ha ha! It was awesome!

And then there were Friday night Friarworks! Wooooooooooo!!!

The only thing that could have possibly topped of tonight - Jack in the Box.

My dad had to use the GPS to find the closest one. Because he loves me. :) I got a sourdough grilled chicken club and a Dr. Pepper and was in total heaven. Heaven!

Seriously - best day ever when it should've been a terrible day. Thanks, Heavenly Father. I needed it.


P.S. Sorry I don't have any pictures. They are all on my phone and I'm too lazy to get them on here. My blogging app got deleted accidentally.

P.P.S. I'm going to start blogging in Orange to solve the "who is blogging?" problem. That way you can see at the end of the post who's writing, but also know right away for those of you who like to hear voices in your head like crazy Nikki. ha ha.

P.P.P.S. Happy Birthday, Jan.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Can you get all 20 right?!

Here's a game for anyone who thinks they know lyrics! I begin a line from a song aaand you finish it. Good luck!

1. You got to have a dream, if you don't have a dream, ____ you _____ make a _____ come _________.

2. Cheap shades and a tattoo and a ___________, rollin on the floorboards

3. I don't give a dang about nothing that I'm singing and __________ while the girls are drinkin long necks down.

4. Got to keep on movin, keep on groovin with some____________, well I talked about it, talked about it, talked about it, talked about it

5. __________________, say you love me again, undo this hurt that you caused when you walked out the door and walked out of my life

6. Party in the city when the heat is on, all night on the ________ til the break of dawn

7. I'm weary, and battle worn. The _______ of the ______ surround me, threatening to ___________.

8. When my love was in the ________ & _______, you came along to claim it

9. You know where you are? You're in the __________, baby! You're gonna ________!

10. There's a ________ that can't be spoken, there's a _______ goes on and on...______chairs, at ________ tables...

11. I am ______ breathing and I can't find the ______, don't know who I'm _______ imagining you ______.

12. They said she died easy of a broken heart disease, as I _________ through the ________ trees.

13. If you could _____ to Kolob, in the _______ of an ________

14. You say you don't like me, but girl you're a liar, cuz when we _______ Oooo ________

15. You were eating a _________, with a girl - some _________ at El _________o's

16. It paints you with _________, like a lady paints with rouge - and the worst of the worst, the most ________ and _________, is the one that we call ________!

17. All I know, is ________ is a valuable thing, watch it fly by as the ________ swings, watch it count down to the end of the day, the clock _______s life away.

18. Like a ________, ferny cabbage, the baby is unnaturally ________!!

19. I'm standing on the _________, I'm waiting in the ________, I thought that you'd be here by now...

20. But when the house was silent, I got up in the night....took the silver, took my ________!

Ok, now ready? Set? GO!

p.s. I may or may not have a liiiiitttle too much time on my hands at work....

p.p.s. I will make AMAZING cookies for anyone who can get 100% of these right!! (even if you live far away, I'll send them to you :))!

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Life continues

The front view from our house looks like this:

I love it. It has been perfect, beautiful weather since I got here. I'm pretending that it's not always this way in San Diego but Gods way of telling me He remembers me and it's okay. Maybe it's both.

Tomorrow I have a shadowing appointment at an optometrists office, and then a meeting with the director of admissions at the school I want to go to. Palomar starts Monday where I'm attempting to take 21 units. It's either crazy or just distracting enough to keep me sane. Or yet again, maybe it's both.

I'm in the post break up stage where everyone wants to set you up with someone. Sometimes I'm really up for it and sometimes it makes me want to just crawl in a hole. Sunday was a really good day; yesterday was not. Today was both.

I'm a little roller coaster ish lately.

Where is my knight in shining armor? I could use one of those right now. Talk about damsel in distress. Probably more like damsel having a pity party. Haha. :) I'm done! Hells kitchen and more to love, here I come.

- Kristina

-- Post From My iPhone


I am really, really tired. But it's a good, wow-I-like-this-I-think kind of tired.

I have all kinds of silly memories in my head right now, so I thought I'd share. Hopefully you'll recognize the memories that happened with you and smile :)

-That night at OEFY when we had to move off the mountain because the lightning storm was going to come kill everyone. We slept in the bark by the picnic tables :)
-Frolicking through the rapeseed and orange cows
-Chance the blue-eyed kitten
-Mooning Grandma on the 4th of July (haha may your children have your sense of humor. mom would undoubtedly appreciate something like that WAY more than G. Schroeder did... - love to my Grandmas and Grandpas, by the way :)!! <3)
-Chocolate pudding and gorillas
-The one time I choked on a pen cap in World History
-That's ignorant...
-Dad getting sooo mad when we'd talk and then pretend to be asleep. Haha hanging off the side of the ladder!
-the night of the notorious boat dance...
-"Oo, just wish wish"
-covered in deoderant (we were so mean!! poor little lover.)

That's about all. p.s. I love Costco hot dogs and taking naps. the end.

Friday, August 14, 2009

My new boyfriend

Isn't he cute?

-- Post From Kristina's iPhone

We are Two.

I've had quite a few people make comments to me about certain blog entries, or comment about something in my life that isn't really happening. And I've just laughed and explained that there are two of us that write on this blog - and whatever story they are referring to actually happened to my sweet sister, Calee.

But I thought I would re-explain on here, for all of you who haven't caught on to that yet.

Life's Short, Eat Dessert is the blog of two sisters - Calee and Kristina. We used to live in different states and this was our way of both having a blog but not having to write every single day, and also a way to keep in touch and keep each other updated. And we figured neither of us is getting married anytime soon, so waiting for the newly-married-cutesy-LDS-blog thing wasn't an option. :)

Anyway, it says on the bottom of each post who wrote which entry, but I think maybe we should start signing off on the bottom or something? I just don't think it's super clear which of us is writing which entry. And while Calee's life is delightful - it is not my own, and so I can't answer your questions about it. Ha ha. Sorry. Shout out to Daron Young for being one of the ones that first brought this to my attention.

Update on me: I am officially in San Diego now, starting school a week from Monday, and starting piano lessons. If you are interested in getting signed up, I am creating my schedule of students right now so email me at and we will get your name on the list!

(Ha ha. Does that work? I don't know! I'm just trying to be helpful here.)

Thursday, August 13, 2009

I'm going to dye hair, that is. I think.

Typically my haircolor changes when I go through a random, spontaneous change in my life (this may or may not coincide with a status change in a relationship). Anyways. I went lighter a couple months ago...and it was good to me for a while...buuuuuut....

I found myself studying last night and having the craziest urge to go mix color. Right then. It's hard being a hairstylist and having all my dyes right under the sink...sooo tempting. I don't want to go suuuper dark or anything, but a medium brown w a little carmel/auburn in there might do just the trick.

I'm just nervous that my newly blonde locks are going to get irritated :( Damaged hair isn't the most fun.

Anyways. If that urge doesn't go away, then I'll probably do it tonight. I'm looking forward to the lovely lush brown locks that will look shinier and healthier than this medium blonde I'm currently sporting.

Thoughts? Support? Please?

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

I watch too many movies.

Movies are such a load of garbage. They put things in my brain that shouldn't be there. Unrealistic images and hopes of things that I wish would happen but won't. I see my life like a movie or a tv show (I am totally hooked on Grey's Anatomy right now) and it seems like when reality hits, it hits hard.

I was standing in my front yard today. Looking at all of the boxes full of my things. Staring at the apartments behind me that I've lived in for years. It felt like I was in a dream, kind of. Like in movies where things get a little fuzzy and the person has flash-backs of all the things that have happened to them in that place. That's how it was. My car was pulled in front of my apartment, with half of my things in it and half of them on the grass around me. I was too tired to keep going, too hot to keep moving in the sun, too drained to feel anything besides total exhaustion.

I sat on the grass and stared down the street, waiting for the end of the movie to start. Just waiting for him to drive down that street and pull up to my house. Tell me to stop packing and stay with him because he figured it out and he knows what he wants now, so just stay. And then we cry and kiss and the credits roll and that's the end.

But I'm not in a movie. And that's not the end. And no one drove down the street. And I sat there in the sun, sweating, tired, probably dehydrated since I can't keep anything down right now. And I stared at my things and realized that I really am leaving. I really am never going to live in this place again. Everything that I know about this life in this place is about to be over forever. And it hits me that tomorrow is the end of this era that I'm not necessarily ready for.

And I just sit on my lawn, wearing a Jazz shirt that's way too big, with my dirty hair and red face from the sun covered in tears. And I just cry sitting right there. And nothing about it is like a movie at all - it's like a nightmare. It's like those nightmares that wake you up because you really are crying and you can't stop crying for a while because the feeling was just so horrible.

But I can't wake up. This isn't a movie, or a nightmare. It's just life. And this, too, shall pass. This, too, shall be for my learning and for my good. I just can't see that right now.

Brooke used to tease me for having all these depressing posts. It helped me to write them out, though. And so I hope it helps again. Hopefully there will be a lot less starting very soon.

Bye, Provo. I probably won't see you for a long, long time.

Microsoft Paint skillz

Enjoy my creations, please. There are stories to each - but I lack the time to explain them all. I, personally, am very impressed with my skill using Microsoft Paint. If you're not, KEEP IT TO YOURSELF.
:) loves.

Monday, August 10, 2009

I'm a Zombie.

But it's okay. I'm a zombie with a purpose. I'm going to pack and clean and get my car fixed. And then I'm leaving. I'll start school and work and be busy all day and all night long. Remember how I'm not planning anymore? I'm sticking to that. I don't know how long I'll be a zombie but I've accepted the fact that I am. The hardest part is getting out of bed. If I can tackle that monster, then I already am a little further than I was a minute ago.

Then I make myself shower, get ready. Put food in my mouth, chew, swallow even though I am always just a half-second from it coming back up again. Clean the dishes. Talk to someone. Do my random errands that don't mean anything. Read my scriptures, get in bed. Lay and stare at the ceiling and not think. But keep breathing. Just keep breathing and not thinking.

Thinking brings tears. Not that that is bad, but I am just tired of tears right now. I'm tired.

I'm going to watch a movie. It's nice to be in someone else's world for a few hours and forget reality. Movies are good. And then I'm cleaning and packing. I can plan that far, right? Only day plans.

Zombie day plans.

Friday, August 7, 2009

I woke up singing...

I've had a breakthrough, ladies and gentlemen.

My last post was about the fairly depressing soundtrack that has been on repeat in my brain for a while now, right? WELL, I had to blog about what happened this morning because I've been smiling all day because of it.

I usually wake up with one specific song on my mind. (SIDE NOTE: Does anyone else have that happen?? I swear I have nothing to do with it - it's not like I wake up thinking of something that makes me think of a song, it really is like there's a radio playing in my brain and I can't shut the freakin thing off!) Anyways - the song in question isn't even a sad song! It's such a beautiful love song and it makes me happy for like ten seconds until little memories start clouding the beauty of it and everything goes to crap.

Fast forward to this morning: I woke up (with a slight cringe) dreading - as usual - my brain's inner radio and THE song. As I opened my eyes, however, something was different. Something magical. THE song wasn't playing! As it turns out, South Pacific was on my brain...'Wash That Man Right Outta My Hair' specifically. Haha! I was so excited! I let myself sing it for a while as I got ready.

Then, on my way to work (where usually another sad/sappy song starts blaring away in my head) I found myself humming 'Many a New Day' from Oklahoma (you know the one...'Many a new love will please my eye, many a new love will find me, never have I once looked back to siiiiigh over a romance behiiiiind me...many a new day will dawn before I dooooo')! Haha.

"What has happened?!" I found myself wondering. The answer? Who cares. What matters is that I haven't sung a sad song all day now. In fact, a song from Brigadoon has been cheering me up all day ("Waitin' for My Dearie").

I got a text today, too, that made me feel REALLY good. I'll post a piece of it here for your enjoyment: 'Let's face it, you have everything going for's just a matter of you finding someone you love back and it's a done deal. Whoever he is, he's a lucky man. I give it one year.'I may or may not have made a deal with him that if we're not married by the time I'm 30, we'll get married (which aces out the deal I have with Kyle about 'if we're not married by the time we're 35...' my bad.)

Anyways - if you're in the same boat as me, re-read that text I posted. Find someone you want to fall in love with. Make sure he treats you the way you should be treated (scratch that - BETTER than you 'should' be treated). Then get married and be happy.

...that, or else make a deal with a guy younger than you that binds him to marrying when you're 30. Haha.

Either way you'll feel good about your day. I know I do.

I did it.

I did what I've been trying to do for a year. A year! I did it. I'm moving home in a few weeks and starting school the end of this month. I feel numb and empty and a little nauseous but much more calm than I ever thought I would. Maybe it's because I'm just completely shutting down. Or maybe it's because it's the right thing to do.

I said no to the job. The great job that was offered to me. I told them no, and I'm scared that I made a mistake, but I'm just going one day at a time and not worrying anymore. No more planning for me. No more plans means no more broken plans which means no more broken hearts or broken spirits.

I just need to get all of my school stuff in order, my tuition paid for somehow, and pack up all my things. And not have a breakdown. And definitely not look back.

Because there's really nothing to look back at.

Thursday, August 6, 2009

Hearing Things...

I'm hearing things.

Songs, specifically. And I don't want to hear them ANYM-O-R-E.

I'm a singer, right? So I'm usually humming or singing whatever happy song is on my mind...BUT, despite my collection of happy-pop music I play on CD all day in the office, the songs on my brain are invariably sad lately -or- connected to things I have no desire to dwell on. I've purposely banned radio from my life (except for talk radio, or AJ's Playhouse in the morning on my way to work), to keep from being exposed to music which is sad, or heaven forbid, connected to those things I mentioned in that last sentence - but to no avail.

Here are some of the songs that have been sneaking into my brain (and out of my voice box) when I've not been paying attention lately:

-Have and Always Will
-Dreaming with a Broken Heart
-Love in the Remains
*SIDE NOTE: When dating someone, DO NOT LISTEN TO SAD BREAK UP MUSIC. Even if he loves it. Because guess what?! If/when you break up with that person, THOSE SONGS WILL SUCK WAY WORSE TO HEAR - like, heartache reaches a whoooooole new level people. I'm just sayin'. Sad breakup music should only be allowed in relationships where temple marriage is involved. And even then...beware. Continuing.
-I Can't Make You Love Me
-I'm Yours
-Slow Dancing in a Burning Room
-Here Comes Goodbye
-Always Be My Baby

Honestly?! It's like 99% of me is happy and good, productive, successful, motivated, etc...but that 1% of me, which resides in a very subconscious and slow-healing place, keeps creeping out in the form of those songs (+more I didn't list) !!!

-sigh- At least I haven't started screaming out Dashboard or smearing black hair dye all over my body (haha soooooooooo silllllllyyyy...).

That's about it.

I am now going to go force myself to sing something other than 'I Told You So', which just found it's way out of my little unsuspecting mouth...freakin' Carrie Underwood....

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Consider me Miles Davis

Yesterday morning I woke up to my sweet puppy's face nuzzled up to me.

Yesterday afternoon I met up with an old friend and her sweet baby boy for some delicious lunch and catch-up time. He was amazingly well behaved, and she (as always) was so fun to hang out with :)

Last night I hung out with an incredibly talented new friend. I talked him into painting and letting me watch (haha I miiight be a little bit ridiculous sometimes) - and it was thoroughly enjoyable. I'm j.e.a.l.o.u.s of his exceptional ability. We cooked dinner...had shakes at In-n-Out. Then, around 10:30pm, we ran into the ocean with all our clothes on and played for an hour.

It was a good morning/afternoon/evening.

I'm looking forward to a repeat performance of last night's ocean romping...if I can muster an equal amount of savvy sweet talk with tonight's company...wish me luck :)

p.s. Countdown to Half Dome...T-Minus 10 days...

p.p.s. Countdown to Nashville?! Haha T-Minus 30 days...

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