tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88863333099038437422024-02-07T11:35:32.015-07:00just fyi...the thoughts and ramblings of gregtron and l squaredlaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.comBlogger538125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-91113371118173354882013-04-08T15:02:00.000-06:002013-04-08T15:02:48.427-06:00The one time of the year I eat meatSome of you may remember this post, where I briefly explained my path to vegetarian/flexitarian-ism. And while it's safe to say that I am now a wholly-committed vegetarian, there is still one time a year wherein I partake of a minuscule amount of meat. In my case, meatballs. (And only three.)
Said day is my family's Easter (or, in this case, week after Easter) feast, in which my aunt laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-16327776558700596732013-03-27T14:25:00.000-06:002013-04-08T14:14:25.025-06:00An ode to all of my daughter's awkward sleeping positions
There's something about a sleeping baby. Especially if said baby has the propensity to sometimes "raise a little hell" whilst awake. My little one oft times loves to nap with an entourage of stuffed animals... and always manages to sleep in interesting contortions. So, without further ado, I present some of my favorite nap time photos:
Also, this post-nap shotlaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-84045352699051250532013-01-22T15:34:00.000-07:002013-01-22T15:36:29.777-07:00The one where I write about the CocomotionA lot of things (moving! holidays! weddings!) have been going on lately, some of which I may end up documenting at a later date. In the meantime, here is my ode to the one, the only, Cocomotion. Because most some days I need a little chocolate pick-me-up and a lot of warm beveragey goodness.
[I mean, 7 degrees is on another level of coldness... especially when the only insulation in laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-40024396577275573062012-12-12T12:12:00.000-07:002013-01-03T14:25:27.724-07:00The move.The sum of my experiences had led me to the belief that the notion of "home" is a feeling rather than a place. Because the memories, emotions and changes that occur during any given point of our lives are too vast to be enclosed in one tiny and finite space. That said, I find that I too often become attached to the space, to the memories. Not remembering that they will travel with me. That, laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-49219365542003095112012-11-21T21:54:00.000-07:002012-11-21T22:02:07.374-07:00The time I went to that vampire movie all by myself
Just waiting for the movie to begin
I had this epiphany one day. I thought, you know what would be totally (as my mom would say) bitchin'? Going to The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn Part 2 all.by.myself. Firstly, because I didn't want to have to drag my poor husband to the movie, and secondly, because I didn't want to wait for the rest of my typical Twilight viewing group (i.e. mom, laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-16462526891831319572012-11-09T13:40:00.001-07:002012-11-09T14:29:13.323-07:00Thoughts on a wintry morning
There's something so serene about snowfall. When it seems to float and hover delicately in the air. For a brief moment, everything pauses and collectively exhales. It's equal parts quiet and powerful.
Lately, I've been feeling the opposite of this. And just, well, weary. There are a lot of things that I have been processing and struggling with internally that I'm not even going to laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-77331784921784768802012-10-30T00:05:00.001-06:002012-10-30T00:05:27.588-06:00Let's "agree to disagree," and call it a day, mmk?
This has nothing to do with the post below; I just think it's pretty.
"Without feelings of respect, what is there to distinguish men from beasts?" - Confucius
Four years ago, I decided to use this forum to be vocal about my thoughts and opinions about the political issues of the day, primarily the presidential election. This backfired, and I received some pretty acerbic (not to laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-396031606969942742012-10-26T13:53:00.000-06:002012-10-26T13:53:02.304-06:00Miles to go before I sleepToday, I decide to peruse the blog archives and comb over the various drafts that pepper the published posts. I deleted a few, and came across the following below, written back in March of this year...
This morning, I woke up before the sun (which is really not that early these days, but doesn't it feel like it anyway?) to get ready for a meeting. In said meeting, I managed to slice open my palmlaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-76327999529451188122012-10-25T00:02:00.002-06:002012-10-25T00:04:51.908-06:00The notion of sleepAh, sleep. Who knew you'd be so elusive? After incubating a child, and then birthing said child, and then waking up every two-to-three hours to feed the aforementioned child, I naively thought that my body would be thoroughly apt to fall asleep easier and earlier once her sleep patterns became established.
I guess it wasn't meant to be.
There was that one time, back when I was pre-maritallylaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-14881019032611381072012-10-15T12:08:00.000-06:002012-10-15T12:12:14.736-06:00A very happy fifth birthday to the bloggity
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Today marks the fifth birthday of this little blog. In many ways, it seems crazy that I've been at it so long, but in others, it kind of feels like I've been doing this for a lot longer than that. (Kind of like most things in life, I guess.) I know I've grown increasingly lackadaisical in my posting habits and with my content, but I am really happy that I have the laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-40161201551409083012012-09-19T11:52:00.000-06:002012-09-19T11:53:22.204-06:00Five.Five years ago today, I married my favorite person in the universe. On a Wednesday, no less. It's the best decision I've ever made, and I feel blessed every day.
Photo by Kenna
And the fact that we have the most beautiful baby girl on the planet is just icing on the cake. Ti amo!laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-47841131887456271612012-09-18T13:31:00.000-06:002012-09-18T13:37:22.774-06:00An open letter (so that I don't actually send it) [Author's note: On a ratings scale, this post would most likely be PG-13, though I have tried to keep any innuendos or other descriptions as straight-forward and un-crass (crass-less?) as possible. You've been warned.]
Dear Noisy Neighbors,
While it might not be entirely neighborly of me to not know you actual names, I think it's probably for the best. Because it's difficult enough knowing whatlaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-59097841092199834632012-09-06T00:01:00.000-06:002012-09-06T00:02:14.972-06:00Some things I know (right now)1. The recent recurrence of my age-old insomnia issue is not awesome. Not awesome at all.
2. Magnum Minis are going to be the death of my waistline. And thighs. And other stuff that has the potential to become jiggly.
3. The reason I am not officially tied to either political party is because I don't feel like I fit into either party's "box." It's strangely liberating and frustrating all at laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-52324631750821716972012-09-04T13:27:00.000-06:002012-09-04T13:27:00.738-06:00Cleaning out my closetHey all. I'm in the process of cleaning out my closet, and am selling some of my clothes. Head on over to my other blog: http://the-l-list.blogspot.com/2012/09/cleaning-out-my-closet.html for pricing and more info.
laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-19768169551519638172012-08-20T12:57:00.000-06:002012-08-20T12:57:05.189-06:00One. I have a one year old. No, scratch that. In a few days I will have a 13 month old. The (rather cliche) question I keep asking myself is, "where did the time go?" I swear it hasn't been that long. But then at times it feels longer. I suppose it's like anything else, really.
After I gave my notice at work, I knew that I needed a new project of sorts. Just something to focus on to aid me in the laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-36286927531761673152012-06-21T08:51:00.000-06:002012-06-21T08:51:42.133-06:00An Ex PlaylistI don't know about you, but I tend to associate certain events, periods, people, etc. in my life with certain music. For instance, Maps is always going to be that song that I played driving through my Provo neighborhood during that last summer of college with my windows rolled down whilst singing at the top of my lungs. And anything by Regina Spektor (among many other things) is going to take me laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-20066285005099609452012-06-09T00:03:00.001-06:002012-06-09T00:11:32.267-06:00Ch-ch-changes.It was the Friday after Memorial Day three years ago that my (old) boss came downstairs with a certain look on her face that communicated nothing and everything at the same time. "They want to see you upstairs," she said. And I knew what that meant.
At the time, it was a pretty horrendous experience (one that I will happily give you all the details about off the record)... but it turned out to laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-62022518003630503512012-05-22T16:41:00.001-06:002012-05-22T16:41:54.432-06:00And then there was a swearing in, commencement, a holiday and some pretty flowers.Highlights of the past little while...
- Yellow pants
- Official "lawyerdom"
- Commencement
- Peonies(!) for Mother's Day
- Spring flowers
- Outdoor mall excursioning
- Collectively keeping up with an active ten month old laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-45783913748332922292012-04-13T16:51:00.000-06:002012-04-13T16:51:50.925-06:00The one where I keel over in exhaustionYou. Guys.
I am nearing the point where I know I will (figuratively) hit the wall. (I say figuratively, since I literally hit some wall or another every 1.45 days on average. Literally.) There's only so much a person can take on at once before said person (again, figuratively) explodes. (Luckily, I do not literally explode every 1.45 days on average. Because that seems like it would be quite laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-43251833277701659052012-04-08T22:43:00.001-06:002012-04-08T22:43:50.542-06:00Images from EasterWasn't today lovely? It was one of those perfect spring days that I wish we had more of around here.
Happy Easter, everyone.
laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-83960084126515244672012-03-19T13:45:00.000-06:002012-03-19T13:45:51.806-06:00Twinsieslaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-58180723124550421842012-02-22T08:00:00.018-07:002012-02-22T08:00:06.725-07:00The parentals have been married for 29(!) yearsI wanted to take a quick moment to send some online love to my amazeballs parentals, who are celebrating their 29th anniversary today. Thank you for literally being the best parents in the universe, and for showing me what a couple should be.
And thank you both for being so awesomely 80s back in the day (and for not killing me for posting this picture)...
Love you both higher than the sky. laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-21625286917834669732012-02-17T17:45:00.000-07:002012-02-17T17:45:59.896-07:00Ryan and Shannon: Growing their family through adoptionSome of you may have noticed a little addition to the left hand column of the bloggity. I will explain it below...
Last month, one of my most favorite humans in the whole wide world and her equally delightful husband received word that their adoption profile has been approved by LDS Family Services. And with such wonderful news, I felt that I had to share it with all of you lovely bloggity peepslaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-34103410221429257212012-01-19T22:17:00.010-07:002012-01-19T22:35:09.152-07:00Because there are so few smashing couples these daysI hope you will indulge me as I take a break from the present, and wax a little nostalgic.
A couple of years ago, I compiled a book for my parents' anniversary that basically told their "story." (That's where I finally got a hold of my favorite image of them on their wedding day, which can be seen here.)
While I was searching for photos to include, I came across some amazing photos of mylaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-66774291736301843372012-01-13T21:37:00.000-07:002012-01-13T21:37:54.516-07:00Holy balls...today had its way with me. And not in a good way.
Let's just say it was an cannoli, eclair AND hot chocolate kind of day.
Yeesh.laurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.com0