tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88863333099038437422012-01-20T18:24:58.539-07:00the thoughts and ramblings of gregtron and l squaredlaurenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06652381366386593421noreply@blogger.comBlogger5151100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8886333309903843742.post-34103410221429257212012-01-19T22:17:00.010-07:002012-01-19T22:35:09.152-07:00

I 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 my

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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.

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I decided to jump on the "Christmas spirit" train this year, since I have a child now and all that. Though she won't remember it, I wanted to ensure that her first Christmas season was one to remember. (Through photographs, of course.) So I set up our little tree, and put out my limited amount of Christmas decor. And bought my baby girl the cutest stocking I have ever seen. On Christmas Eve, an

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Five years ago, a certain tall, handsome blonde called a certain brunette and asked her out on a date.  Four years ago, the aforementioned couple spent their first holiday season together as husband and wife. Last year, the couple found out they were expecting their first child. This year, their little baby is turning five months old. (And maybe she just rolled over for the first time today.

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Time seems to be passing at an accelerated rate these days. Which, in my mind, is pretty bat sh*t crazy. Which shouldn't be confused with ape sh*t crazy, because, let's be honest, that's soooo 2007. Anyway. Did you know that BYU-Idaho just banned skinny jeans? I. mean. really. This is one small step toward totalitarianism, one giant leap to ridiculousness. And is also bat sh*t crazy. Or maybe

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Per doctor's orders, we waited to bless Sofia until she was three months old. Luckily, the day she was blessed was on one of the last warm days of the year. (Thank you, October 30!) It was a really great day filled with family and friends. We greatly appreciate all of the love and support.

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it's exactly 5:55 in the am as i begin this post. i am wide awake. so is my daughter. we've been this way since about 4:45 this morning. in an effort to allow the husb some stolen moments of sleep, i'm sitting out in our family room, bouncing the baby in her bouncy chair (and yes, that is a technical term), blogging and trying to get some work done. sleep deprivation does interesting things to

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I am hopelessly in love with this little girl.

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Four years. Three moves. One (almost completed) graduate degree. Some job changes. Fun vacations. And one baby later. I'm more in love than ever.

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I became a mother. In that time, my little peanut has grown from this... to this. And she still doesn't really fit into any of her clothes. (But yay for finally hitting the seven pound mark. Well six pounds fifteen ounces... but that's close enough, right?) What blows my mind is that I'm still three days away from my due date. The unexpectedness of her arrival and the subsequent events that

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 that five days after taking this picture...  we would have our little peanut. The past two weeks have been filled with unexpected surprises (namely, the birth of our daughter five weeks early and her subsequent week-long stay at the NICU at Primary Children's Hospital). Thankfully, our little sweet is doing much better and is officially the cutest little girl that we've ever laid eyes on. (

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A few weeks ago, we made our annual sojourn down to Newport Beach. And it was delightful. (Well, except for that whole driving down and back part... next year we're flying for REALS.) A side note: the In-N-Out in Barstow is ginormous and is always packed. It makes for excellent people watching, to be sure. Highlights of the trip included the clairvoyant Asian lady who sold us ice cream (who not

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Lovely, isn't it? I should be a part-time model or something. 

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One of the most common questions I get asked these days pertains to whether or not the husb and I have a name for our unborn child. It's a pretty straight-forward question, and one that I think isn't as invasive as others (because I'm not ever going to tell anyone whether or not we were "trying" to have a baby... because my sex life is nobody's d-a-m-n business). That being said, we haven't

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* Warning: this post contains a certain word that some may deem offensive, but that I happen to love. (No judging.) And that happens to be entirely pertinent to the story. Just fyi. *  I've mentioned before that my job tends skew to the stressful side of the scale. This has never been more true than in the last month, wherein I have received an amazing career opportunity (yay for me and my bad

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27 years old. 27 weeks pregnant. Birthday post written on the 27th. (Okay, admittedly, that last once is a bit of a stretch.) Coincidence? Fate? This year, my amazeballs husband surprised me with a delicious birthday breakfast feast, consisting of whole wheat blueberry pancakes, hash browns, bacon and blueberry sausage. Behold the glorious meal below: Birthday breakfasts were a big deal in my

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The husb and I have slowly been transitioning our 2nd bedroom/study to become a more baby-friendly environment. At first, I foolishly thought that we could cram everything into the little space - crib, desk, printer, computer, changing table, etc. - but now, it's officially becoming a (mostly) baby space. (Maybe I can just suspend a desk from the ceiling or something.) Below are a couple of very

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Last week marked my 25th week of pregnancy. As you can see from the photo above, my belly is burgeoning. Thus far this whole journey has been interesting. My nesting instinct has kicked in with a fury I never expected. My emotions run the gamut from really excited to really scared. And I find myself wearing flats at least twice a week (oh the horror... kidding, only kidding). I also think

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Although, now that I think about it, when is it not hooker season?  Bow chicka bow wow. [In case you were wondering, that was an onomatopoeic attempt at recreating 70's porn music. Just fyi.] Happy Wednesday, all.

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Monday night we saw The Arcade Fire in concert down at UVU. Said concert was, in and of itself, amazeballs, but so was the incident that transpired just prior to my entry into the UCCU Center. (Or whatever the McKay Events Center is called these days.) As my purse was being searched, the officer rifling through my bag said that all the contents therein were acceptable, save my precious pack of

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Though I am belated (as per my pregnancy-life usual) on writing this post, I wanted to briefly (to mitigate any potential embarrassment to my better half) mention that said better half just (i.e. 2 weeks ago) had a birthday.  I don't know about you peeps, but I happen to love me some birthday-liciousness. Especially when the birthday in question is the birthday of someone I happen to

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It's amazing how busy life can be. The kind of busy where you feel like you don't even have enough to catch your breath, and yet it keeps moving forward. There have been so many things I have wanted to document, so many moments I feel like I have missed. This post is an attempt to recap what's been happening, which will have to suffice. Since I'm writing this on my lunch break, which will

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and it looks like it's a GIRL!!

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Besides the 50 hour weeks I've been pulling... the 5K I've volunteered to do PR for... and the book I'm in the process of getting started... I've been a little bit occupied with something else... Me at 15 weeks incubating my own little fetus. The husb and I are really quite excited for this next phase in our lives. It's a bit surreal and a bit intimidating, but nonetheless really fantastic. We

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Well kids, things have been a little crazytown this past month. In both good and terrible ways. And when I think about the fact that I haven't even blogged about the amazeballs Brandon Flowers concert that transpired on November 17, I get a little panicked. My hope is that I can provide some posts of a more substantial nature soon, but I'm not making any promises. Until then, here's a "Happy

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Today I started composing a post that was downright depressing. I think I started writing such a post because lately, I feel as if my reserves are almost empty. Do you ever feel like that? Like all of your energy, your patience, your ability to be understanding are diminished to the point where you're scraping at the bottom of the barrel to regain some composure? (Perhaps a hyperbolic way to

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This week, I spent some time working at a conference for my work. (The details of which are not necessarily pertinent to this story.) Anyway, our booth was quite busy, and a woman walked up to me and asked if she could borrow the double-ended Sharpie (don't you just love those?) that my team was using. Thinking she was participating in the activity that was currently underway at our booth, I

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I won't lie, this Halloween was pretty Halloweenish, if you catch my drift. There were parties (3) and a work event that all demanded Halloween costume excellence. (You may have already read my costume post here, if so, I apologize if you've read some of this before.) At any rate, in August, I came across the perfect Lady Gaga wig, and I just had to buy it. I knew this costume wouldn't be the

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Sure, it'd be nice. It's probably about time. But it's probably never going to happen. On a lighter note, don't you just love voting? I do! (My name is L Squared, and I voted for Republicans and Democrats today. Just some more than others.) 

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in the mean time, you can read about the evolution of my costume here. Hope you all had a wonderful Halloween!

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I have become a sporadic blogger. There are worse things to become, to be sure, but it's still an insult to my former 5-post-per-week self. Because one day I think it would be meaningful (to me) to have said posts compiled into a volume or two. To be put on the shelf with all of my high school and college journals (there are seven or so). To know what I was thinking when, to remember the context

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Taking a much-needed break, the husb and I decided to spend a relaxing anniversary weekend in Park City. We stayed at the Marriott and enjoyed the slight crispness in the air and the beautiful fall colors. We had some incredible meals from El Chubasco, The Eating Establishment and (our favorite) Purple Sage. And we saw this movie, which was incredibly funny and pretty intelligent, genre

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three years ago today, he did (my wedding ring, btw). And I've been glowing ever since. Happy Anniversary, love!

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August was a bit of an interesting month. A lot happened in a short amount of time, and it's taken me until almost the mid-point of this month to encapsulate most of it. I have made the decision that I will divide said events into multiple posts, in order to mitigate the length of each. I have provided links below to those of you who are interested in reading them. The Homecoming The Trip The

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On August 5, my brother returned home from his LDS mission in Goiania, Brazil. He was gone for two years, and the only contact he had with anyone from home was through weekly emails and a call home to the family on Christmas Day and Mother's Day. I won't lie, I missed him a whole lot. And even though he got home and then headed right down to school, it's great to have him home. As is the

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Our trip to Newport Beach this year was a delightful break. It was fun to spend time with the husb's family, sit in the sun (with copious amounts of SPF) and enjoy reading a book (or in my case, three books). The ocean was legitimately freezing this year, so I didn't have any more "bathing suit + wave = wardrobe malfunction" issues like I did last time we were in Newport. So that's definitely a

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Thanks to the Twilight Concert Series, I was able to get my hiphopopotamus on and enjoy the musical magic of Big Boi. His latest album is amazeballs (can I type that without being crass? no? yes? I'm doing it anyway?) to say the least, and he put on a show that was infused with both the old and the new. And yes, it was worth venturing down to "Drug-needle Land" (aka Pioneer Park) to watch the

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When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure.  ~Author Unknown  Sending thoughts and prayers to your loved ones today.

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I am fully immersed in my job. Which means I am not fully immersed in my blog. Oh that I had the time to write more than a few lines. I hope you all will beg my pardon as I try to "do it all" so to speak. But since "doing it all" also involves trying to work out, write a book, finish the book I'm reading and start cooking dinner, I might not have a snowball's change in hell. I guess we'll see.

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is as simple as sitting on the beach with a perfectly-chilled bottle of Dr. Pepper (made with pure cane sugar instead of high fructose corn syrup). Even when there's an inexplicable blur in your photograph.

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Because he sooo does. I'm so excited that I just can't hide it.

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Every year, the city that I grew up in has a parade on the evening of July 23, followed by fireworks at one of the local Junior High schools. It's become a tradition in my family to stake out a parade spot and a fireworks spot for whoever wants to come (typically my mom's siblings, kids and grand kids, and sometimes my grandparents). My dad is always such a good sport and gets down to the parade

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Inception. All I can say is wow. Great cast. Great effects. Great plot. Great film. I like that Christopher Nolan kept the plot shrouded in mystery and that the previews were not overly-revealing. I tend to figure out the plots of movies, and thankfully this one (for the most part) kept me guessing. It's safe to say that the husb and I will be seeing it again. And soon. (And who else was pleased

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I CAN. NOT. WAIT. for this guy to come home: August 5th can't come soon enough. To learn more about what my little bro has been up to for the past two years, visit here.

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It began how it ended... randomly, without explanation. One day he just showed up to see her. While she was wearing her ratty green bathrobe over her tee shirt and jeans. Then came subsequent weeks of steamed milk with nutmeg, of folk music and of poetry. Walt Whitman and Robert Frost, mainly. And the other part of herself, the part that had for so long laid dormant, began to emerge. Quietly at

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Four years ago, I was in a remote village outside of Kampala, Uganda. I was 22, fresh out of college and out of the country for the first time in my life. I had dreamed about and planned this trip for the better part of five years, and was ecstatic to be there. My purpose was to serve. To serve in whatever capacity I could. To utilize whatever paltry abilities I had to support and to sustain. To

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I was here. And hopefully someday I can go back. You can read more about what I did here, here and here.

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If you know my family well, you know that we take our baseball very seriously. It's been that way since Grandpa Lee J played baseball with his cousin out in the pastures of their Ogden farm as children. So perhaps it's fitting that my little brother would experience the culmination of his high school baseball days in Ogden, at Lindquist field. My brother was the only player selected from his

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Last week, my littlest, most Swedish-ish brother had his 11th birthday. Which makes me old, I know. Old enough to be his mom... almost. Which fact creeped me out to no end at the tender age of 15. But honestly, I can't imagine life without this guy. (Probably because we're a lot alike, and as we all know, I'm pretty much awesome. Hehee.) He completes the family and keeps my parental on their toes

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of staring at a computer screen. of constantly being in the middle. of trying to be the better person. of whack-job politicians. of oil spills. of being patient. of not getting any sleep. of trying to figure everything out. (positivity will return tomorrow, i promise. in the mean time, here's a lovely photo.)

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This year we decided to take full advantage of the Memorial Day weekend. So we hopped into our trusty Corolla with two of our favorite people (affectionately known as "TNT") and went down to Vegas. It was just what we needed. At The Lion King (which was a fantastic show, btw) Kicking it at the Calico Tanks TNT!! One of these things is not like the other (which is why I brought my 5 1/2 inch

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And I was the only one at the polls. A little bit sad, to be sure... but I guess the primaries aren't as sexy as the general election.Might I add that I think it's an epic fail on the Republicans' part to not have their primary open. Us Independents like to have a voice on both sides of the fence insofar as the primaries are concerned. Shrug.  P to the S... Today marks my one year anniversary at

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I'll admit it... I'm a bit of an Italian food snob. With good reason, I think, since I've been inundated with the goodness of good, old-fashioned Italian cooking since birth. Which is why I love finding places that enjoy preserving the culture and cuisine of my parentage. Enter Granato's. It's a little place I like to frequent for lunch with my Jami-friend (who, might I add, is one of my most

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The husb and I live on a quiet little street, just slightly east of downtown. So when we look outside our window (to the east, that is... the view to the west is definitely less pleasurable and may or may not involve a decrepit building that may or may not double as a meth lab... ok I'm kidding about the meth lab part... maybe) we see a lovely street with mature trees and manicured park strips.

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because, when I came home for lunch this afternoon, I found that he'd left me a lovely little surprise... And anybody who knows me well knows that peonies are my favorite.

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Between this... and this... and this... I've been just a little bit (or a lot bit) busy. I'll be back soon, I promise.

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that I (along with my Pierre Hardys) would rather be outside right about now. Because inside is overrated. I'm just saying...

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As a child, I remember thinking that my "golden" birthday was so far away, that when I turned twenty-six on the 26th, I would be old and thus thoroughly sagacious. Last year, I was so apprehensive to turn 25... it felt surreal in a way... but it ended up being the perfect day. I should have realized that this birthday would be the same. It's probably because I have an amazing husband, family and

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GET @#$%^&% SERIOUS!! It's May, for crying out loud. MAY!! (Oh yeah, and we are officially in a fight now, btw.) Exasperatingly, L squared

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photo of Josh and Kenna taken by Jenny Wheeler Photography  I have a friend named Kenna. She is incredible. She is unfailingly loyal and constant and kind. She's the type of friend that will drop everything she's doing to come to the aid of another. And she's definitely had more than her fair share of heartache and trials. (Enough for all of us combined, actually.) Right now, Kenna and her

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because he had the Yankees game on and dinner ready the other night when I walked through the door... even though he'd had a really busy day. He's just thoughtful like that. Plus, he's just so damn sexy. (Sorry peeps, had to use the d-a-m-n word. Because "darn" doesn't even begin to cover it.)

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as the MLB correspondent for a little blog we like to call the Sports Cave live. (Too bad I can't just focus on the AL East, he hee.) Check out my inaugural post here, and make sure to check in with the Sports Cave often. I have a feeling it's going to be a terrific summer for sports.

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My cute cousin Katelin got married on Friday, and my mom and I did her flowers. Her reception was in the Empire Room, where I had mine, and was absolutely lovely. Needless to say, I kind of took a lot of pictures. I just couldn't help myself. Weddings are my favorite. Love you, Katels!

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last week was not my finest. i won't lie... it was mentally and emotionally draining. as it neared its end, i was literally at a breaking point. (and i also became keenly aware that my fiery italian temper is not as dormant as i would like it to be.) this was the product of multiple issues, which, had they all been isolated, would not have been enough to elicit such an adverse reaction. (but...

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make me happy.

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My recent post about vampires and a random tweet from Stephen Colbert that I happened upon (whilst Tweeting for work) got me to thinking about things from my childhood that I was absolutely obsessed with. And that I still think are kinda sorta incredible. Here goes... Jem and the Holograms Jem is perhaps my favorite thing to emerge from the glorious 80s. Jem was the pink haired alter-ego of

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Shot using my favorite new iPhone ap. (Though someday I would like to get my hands on one of these.) Isn't Spring lovely?

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Born two days after tax day (much to the delight of her CPA father). She is just as lovely as her older sister, and we're already in love with her cute little face. Congrats Erik and Beth! We can't wait to spoil her silly.

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Which I used to be slightly abashed to admit. However, a jaunt through an electronic store on Saturday reminded me of my love for a certain TV show, and for the vampire genre in general. I'll admit, it was the lure of vampires that hooked me into the whole Twilight series, long before it became a well-known pop culture staple. And let's be honest, though the whole notion of "vegetarian" vampires

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Last night whilst husband was delivering his oral arguments about a hypothetical wrongful termination case, I found myself alone in our apartment. The window was open, and I could hear the muted chirping of birds. It was one of those golden moments where I was able to sit and listen. Listen to the world outside my window. I was able to feel the subtle change in the air, to inhale the scent of

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In the age old tradition of law schools everywhere, we attended the Barrister's Ball for Greg's law school. We had a lot of fun. And yes, we dropped it like it's hot... but I'm not going to post pictures of that because it's kind of a one-time-only sort of a thing. We can't wait for next year.

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When I made the sojourn to the school down south, it was admittedly reluctantly. I wanted to live in the SLC with some of my high school peeps and go to the University of Utah, but inexplicably I ended up elsewhere. I was slated to live on campus with five strangers whom I had never met, and I remember feeling nervous that I would be rooming with a bunch weirdos. Luckily, this was not the case.

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when she heard the first bars of the songshe felt the familiar regretful pang...the pavlovian response she had become accustomed to.but this time, it was different.the pang became a flutter.butterflies...because of him.because when he looked at her and took her hand, she was home.past irrelevant, for glorious present and future stood next to herholding her hand.

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Seriously?SERIOUSLY?I would like Spring now please.(And that is not a request. It's a demand.)

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----- Original Message -----From: J--To: S--; L--Sent: Mon May 19 14:59:31 2008Subject: weirdo protocolI was thinking maybe we should come up with a protocol for eventssimilar to today. Any initial thoughts?-----Original Message-----From: S--Sent: Monday, May 19, 2008 3:09 PMTo: J--; L--Subject: Re: weirdo protocolShotgun[Thanks for the giggle, J. You brightened my day.]

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Let me preface this by saying that throughout my teenage-hood, I had sporadic bursts of moderate to moderately-severe acne. It's just something that I've always had to deal with, coupled with trips to the dermatologist, expensive skin care and makeup and the overall insecurity that comes with acne-prone skin.(It doesn't help that I have the propensity to stress out. Like REALLY stress out. Yeesh.

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I. HATE. YOU.That is all.

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[author's note: since lately i have been yearning to express a bit more creativity, i may, from time to time, try a bit of creative writing. and yeah, i will most likely not be using initial caps. i forgot how liberating it is to write in all lowercase. and i may just play with punctuation, syntax and grammar. you have been warned.]she stared at the screen. so intently that her eyes lost

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it is my honey's birthday today.i love him lots.for many reasons, some of which i have expounded uponon this very bloggity.i think i could do many things to commemorate this auspicious day...but i don't want to be too cheesy.so i will simply say that i love him the most.he is the kindest, most intelligent and caring person i have ever met...and i am honored to be his wife.happy birthday,

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there is something i have been thinking about for a long time. it's not a big, life-changing thing by any means, but it's something that i keep coming back to. some days it feels like it's the best idea in the world, and others it feels like the stupidest.i have this nagging feeling that if i actually went through with it, i would feel instantly contrite and wish i could take it back. but then

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I'm for once at a loss for words, so all I will say is that I know some lovely women who are going through this experience, and what I love about this video is that it is as hopeful as it is poignant. And that's all I'm going to say.UPDATE: My bestie, Kenna, is giving away the book featured in this video. (Two of them actually. And they're signed by the author.) If you would like a chance to win,

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February's always been a busy month in my family. Two of my siblings have a birthday, and my parents have their anniversary... all in the space of four days. So I know this is a bit belated, but I wanted to give them all a birthday/anniversary shout out. Let's just go in order according to date:Daniel the greatDan is perhaps the wittiest and most hilarious 18 year old that has ever existed in the

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It was only a matter of time before my body succumbed.Last week it was the mother of all head colds/sinus infections, and an almost frenetic dependency on NyQuil. (So maybe that last part is a bit dramatic, but you have to admit the phrase "frenetic dependency" is absolutely delicious, is it not?)It seemed a miracle that on Sunday I emerged from my pressured stuffiness as if nothing had happened

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Here's to a day devoid of the ambiguities of who v. whom and affect v. effect. Happy writing!Source of image: unknown

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Remember how I said I was only going to take NyQuil for two nights?I stubbornly held to this declaration after feeling exponentially better on Wednesday. The night came, and I defiantly laughed at the bottle of Cherry NyQuil perched on my sink.Bad idea.Wednesday night was fraught with my "normal" off-the-wall dreams (driving a semi-truck by Lake Victoria in order to evade bombing terrorists...

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I typically don't take medicine.Perhaps it's the way I am wired, but I characteristically have to take copious amounts of OTC stuff for it to work. (This mostly refers to ibuprofen and acetaminophen... and why would I risk damaging my liver I ask you?)Thus yesterday was a veritable sinus hell. It was one of those "oh hey, it feels like my sinuses are being attacked by a jack hammer" days, with

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Let me preface this by saying I'm becoming even more terrible at taking photos at appropriate moments. Some of this is due to the fact that the husb doesn't like taking photos that require flash in any fine dining establishment (our engagement being the one exception), which I have to say that I kind of agree with. (I think I need some sort of a spy camera that would be unobtrusive, yet

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I'll be honest, I am married to an incredible man. He is intelligent, attractive, thoughtful and overall pretty amazing.As a pre-Valentine surprise, I received these lovelies today at work...Isn't the vase sassy? My man knows me well. They definitely spring-ified my day. Thanks lover, ti amo un monte!

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Last night, we were lucky enough to score some great tickets to the Jazz/Lakers game. Though it unfortunately wasn't much of a game, it was still really fun. Our thanks goes out to Jeff and Camille for such a delightful evening.{And no, Kobe didn't play. I'm pretty sure it's because he knew I would throw something at him. Or lots of somethings. I can be pretty intimidating physically. Te hee.}

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the good news is that I'm getting 35 miles per gallon.Thank you Lola.

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I know I am one of many when I say that I often get swept away in the doldrums of January-- the bleak, cold and mostly dreary weather that seems to seep into my bones and brain and leaves me practically pleading for a sunny beach. Any sunny beach.Let's be honest... January can be miserable.But isn't February a bit worse?Let me explain a bit. I think most people expect January to be kind of crappy

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I believe I have decided that Emma is my favorite Jane Austen novel.Though I think the Masterpiece Classic version was great... I think I still prefer the Gwyneth version.UFC fights are way too bloody to be sanitary.Why are football players so enthusiastic about small plays? Do they shoot up testosterone prior to every game? I mean, really. Glad you tackled that guy. But we're 30 seconds into the

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I knew there was a distinct probability that it would happen some day.It was a nagging worry buried in the deep recesses of my brain.Every six months I would lay back in the padded chair and wait. And hope.And every time my fears were unwarranted.Until today.Today I broke my 25 year, 253 day streak of not having a cavity.I am bit devastated.(I mean, that's an impressive run, yeah?Almost 26 years

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Hopefully you all remember this post, in which I discussed a random little occurrence that happens from time to time just outside of the building where I work. (And yes, this is preferential to being constantly accosted by crazy transients, as was my experience at my former place of employment.)So I'm walking into work this morning, only to see one of the (crutch-less, thankfully) "ladies of the

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Let's be honest. My last post was a downer. But it really encapsulated how I was feeling at the time, which is important I think.Because you can't appreciate the good days if you never have any bad days.At any rate, yesterday was a MUCH better day, thanks in large part to an incredible husband who not only let my sob into his chest (and subsequently mar his shirt with errant mascara) but who also

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Disclaimer: This post might be kind of a downer. And slightly passive-aggressive. You've been warned. I'll be the first to admit that I'm a bit quirky. When I was young I was painfully shy, yet had quite a temper. I've really tried to work on both of these, though sometimes I still feel like that introverted little girl who used to talk to herself and play by herself in her bedroom. I know I'm

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I think that I have established that I am most devotedly, a "dog person" by nature, though I will reiterate the notion that I do not hold any prejudices about "cat people." To each his/her own, I say. But my parentals are firmly entrenched in my camp, and thus have added a new little addition to their family.Meet Coco....(My apologies for the bad lighting in this grainy photo taken by my iPhone.)

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when I spend a large part of my Saturday alphabetizing all of our books.And maybe inputting said books into a spreadsheet.not exactly how it looks... but you get the ideaWhich felt great, in case you were wondering.(Perhaps a real photo of said project will be forthcoming... if I don't get mocked too much, that is. He hee.)

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