Friday, July 30, 2010

more mustaches.

Seriously, my friends know me so stinking well. I was so surprised and happy when I received my mustache globe from Kenzie. She left my home as I sat in my room cradling my new child. And then my little bestie Melissa Lynn came on by. She had just driven {uhh... is that a word?} down from Provo in preparation for our lake trip the next day and her brother's wedding tomorrow. Anyway. She came bearing gifts for the birthday. When I opened it up I discovered a Never Shout Never shirt {suuuuper good band/artist guy} and a little sticker for my car. Here it is:
They're just such great friends. Feeding my mustache obsession. (: ha! But yes. I just had to share it with you. Because it is definitely stache-tastic. I love Melissa!!! And I'm glad she's here for the weekend. And that is all.

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

greatest. gift. EVER.

I can't even begin to describe to you the love I have for Kenzie Condie. She is my Mountain Face. She shares a love of robots, dinosaurs and mustaches with me. And I have just decided that we're the coolest people ever. She just stopped by my humble abode to bring me a birthday gift. As I reached inside the beautifully wrapped bag, and felt the content that laid within, I could tell it was a snow globe. So my brain was rushing at what could have been inside of this watery, glittery ball of fun. When I pulled it out and unwrapped it, I screamed. And almost had a heart attack. But literally. I screamed.

No, your eyes have not deceived you. That is a mustache inside of that snow globe.

I'm in love. Really. This thing is never leaving my life. Ever.


Thanks Kenz. You're the best. (:

Here's to you, Miss Manager

So, today while at work, I was joking around with my manager. She said something that made me laugh so I said "You're so funny!" She then replied with "But am I blog worthy?"
Indeed, Melissa {that's her name}, you are very blog worthy.

I have also decided that I am going to use this phrase from now own. If you're blog worthy, then I probably like you a lot.

Here's a few reasons why I love my manager:
  • She's hilarious.
  • She writes mysterious letters for me to give to a certain somebody, because she's trying to spice up my love life. Will they ever be delivered? ..nobody knows
  • She always asks for my opinion on topics she's discussed at college, or what I think about a paper she's writing.
  • She reminds me that no matter how old you are, you're never too old to be a princess. (:
  • She always tells me the theories of Freud.
  • She's beautiful.
  • There's always celery in the fridge. And I always think it's for the tortoise. But it's not. It's hers.
  • She has a pink purse.
  • And she doesn't wear the regulation museum-standard shoes.
  • I think her hair color is really pretty.
  • She always makes me laugh when I'm grumpy.
  • Right now she's wearing a cute headband.
  • And she loves all Disney princesses.
  • She's pretty much the greatest manager anyone could ever hope for.
She's pretty grand. And I like her a lot.
So here's to you, Melissa of the Rosenbruch Wildlife Museum and Gift Shop.

You're awesome. (:

Tuesday, July 27, 2010

DEAR CAPTAIN:

  This here post, is dedicated to you. You've made it clear that I haven't been helping you much in the stalking of myself. So I'm giving you some material to stalk by. I want you to know that I think you are beautiful.   
And I miss you.
I cried the other night when I read your little postie. And then I laughed at the one you put on today. While getting ready in my room this morning, I noticed the recipe you wrote for me. You know which one I'm talking about. We might have to add a couple of cups of homewrecker to it. Because I know you think I am one.. but that's ok. I know you'll still love me when it's all said and done. (: I like going to your house, even though you don't live there anymore. Headband making with your mom the other day was quite the enjoyment. I could tell Rusty had missed me. He wouldn't leave me alone the first 10 minutes I was there. I can't even wait for you to be here tomorrow. And, heads up, {even though I'm sure you're expecting it} I'm sure I'll cry when I see you. There's also a high chance of me kissing you on your forhead. I know how much you like it when I do that. Speaking of kissing... We should make sure we hug outside of the car this time. Or at least clarify which way our heads should go so we can avoid awkward near-kiss experiences. Even though I'm going to have to share you as my date with Code at the wedding, I think I'll be ok with it. I like him. So of all the people in the world, I think he's the one I'd like to share you with. I still have the habit of looking at your house everytime I pass your street to see if your car is there. And I always get a sinking feeling in my stomach. You know. The kind when you think there's one more step than what there really is. Because I know you're gone, and I can't see you right at that moment. Or come cry on your shoulder when I've had a terrible day. But I think that having you gone makes me love you even more. Because I get so excited for the next time I'll be able to see you. And that, my friend, is a sweet feeling. I'm really excited to eat cake with you. We can light some candles. And I'll make you sing to me, and then I'll blow them out. Maybe we can even get some breadsticks and snowcones to eat. I haven't had one of those since the last time you were here. *sigh* You better hurry your little butt home. But don't go too fast.. I don't want you getting a speeding ticket. (: Anyway. I hope this rambling has given you enough to fill your stalker tendencies for at least a day. I loff you!!!
                       Love: Chatty

and so the day of birth of Alexis Kathryn commences.

Yep.
You hath readeth that right.
Those were the first words out of my mouth at 12:01 Sunday morning.
Yesterday the birthday was celebrated with much family and a few of the close friends.
'Twas swell.
I started the day off with a breakfast cooked by my father. It was quite delicious. And then I was given this gift:
When my mom wrapped..slash bagged.. the shirt that rested inside of this brightly colored package, she read the word "happy" and assumed it was followed by birthday. She was wrong. But I soon forgave her, for I didn't mind being given an Easter bag on my birthday. I quite like Easter. But that's beside the point. 

After breakfast I got ready and went to church. And then from church I went to my sister-in-law's house to drive to my niece's birthday party! Yes. We have the same birthday. She's a doll. She turned one. I didn't have my camera, but I wish you all could have seen her adorable cake that her mom made. It was shaped like a cupcake! Pink and green. So stinkin' cute.

After that, I made my way home and found these beauties:
The helium was later extracted from them via breathing it in and speaking in ridiculous voices. ha! It was great.
They were tied to my bottle of real water.
And then I discovered my cake!
Then the fam and friends started arriving..
And we sang a little song. That goes to the tune of happy birthday to you. And then I blew out the candles on the ze' cake.
And here is my little birthday sharer, London Paige.
Isn't she adorable?
She liked this balloon. A lot.
Frosting mustaches and eyebrows were partaken of.

Bets were taken.
Tops on Comps. {rhyme!} 
Heck. Even Batman made an appearance. 
I really don't think I could have had a better birthday. 
It was quite solid (:

Laughing With.

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God
When they're starving or freezing or so very poor

No one laughs at God
When the doctor calls after some routine tests
No one's laughing at God
When it's gotten real late and their kid's not back from the party yet

No one laughs at God
When their airplane starts to uncontrollably shake
No one's laughing at God
When they see the one they love hand in hand with someone else
And they hope that they're mistaken

No one laughs at God
When the cops knock on their door
And they say we got some bad news, sir
No one's laughing at God
When there's a famine or fire or flood

But God could be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God themed joke or
Or when the crazies say He hates us
And they get so red in the head you think they're 'bout to choke

God could be funny
When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one's laughing at God
When they've lost all they've got and they don't know what for

No one laughs at God
On the day they realize that the last sight they'll ever see
Is a pair of hateful eyes
No one's laughing at God
When they're saying their goodbyes

But God could be funny
At a cocktail party when listening to a good God themed joke or
Or when the crazies say He hates us
And they get so red in the head you think they're 'bout to choke

God could be funny
When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way
And when presented like a genie who does magic like Houdini
Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus
God can be so hilarious

No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war
No one laughs at God in a hospital
No one laughs at God in a war

No one laughing at God in a hospital
No one's laughing at God in a war
No one's laughing at God
When they're starving or freezing or so very poor

No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
No one's laughing at God
We're all laughing with God


-Regina Spektor

Saturday, July 24, 2010

just a lil' baby.

^that's what I am. But come tomorrow, I shall no long be just a little baby. I will be eighteen!!

WOOT!

Ok. I'm really not that excited. But, given that there isn't really a way for me to freeze or reverse time, looks like this will be my last day of seventeen.

And truly, I like this age. It's quite prime. Sixteen is right above fifteen, so you're still a baby. Eighteen you're an adult. Not ideal if you ask me. Seventeen is perfect. You're in limbo stage. I like that feeling. You have the perfect amount of responsibility.

*sigh*

Seventeen, I shall miss you.

the luck.

I think the luck is beginning to hit home.

Friday, July 23, 2010

The Adolpho Girls

These little girls are the children of some of our close family friends! We had such a fun time. And oh man, have they got some attitude or what?

This little one is Ava:
















This is Kiana:
{I know this isn't the happiest picture, but I absolutely love her eyes in it}

And this little peach is Mia:
{Her eyes are gorgeous as well}





















She was blowing raspberries (: