Mooooon River

Here's a bunch of iphone pictures in lieu of another yelpified post. It's been a long week. A good week, but a long one. I don't have much to report. Other than I'm still not sick of the Cannon Center nor the fresh pineapple it offers. I did change a flat tire the other night, only to then lock my keys in the trunk. Go me. Campus police came and helped me out, but it didn't make it any less embarrassing. And to be honest, that's about it.

Now, some Moon River a la baby Blaine!

What Does the Sushi Say to the Bee?

Wassaabiii! Get it? Like what's up bee? Only its wasabi? That's my go to joke I tell when I need to feel like I'm successfully entertaining people. And by people I specifically mean thirteen year old sports campers who don't really even know what wasabi is. Or I guess in this case the the more refined blogger audience? And even then I'm almost certain I've pawned this joke off of Bailey. How's that for an ice breaker? Anyway, here's another iPhone dump. And here are my most favorite moments from the last little while.

+ That book there features my first round of annotations from probably the best essay I've written in my college career. It was on Christina Rossetti's poem An Apple Gathering. Her life is a fascinating one.

+ See that plush kitty up there with Coby? My kitty craving has been in full force lately seeing as though Jen Gotch has been taking over my instagram top spot with her new kittens. Hi yes four insta-kitties plz!

+ There is also the black eye that beautifully graced Coby's face for a good week or so a la soccer. He looked all sorts of 80's goth punk and it totally worked for him. I was almost sad to see it go. Almost.

+ Pre 80's goth punk guy and I hit some balls at Timpview just because. And if you haven't noticed by now I'm kind of in love with Spring, duh! It's pretty pathetic how bad I was, especially considering the years I spent playing in 115 degree Arizonan softball tournaments. All for not!

+ You know that arcade at the front of the dollar theater? Coby and I spent more time there than necessary one night, especially when you consider that we didn't actually play any games but just took pictures like we were back in junior high. What you didn't do that? My glory years, truly. Go Sabercats!

+ The little girls imaginations are just top notch as of late. I am always amazed by how much they learn every time I see them. Here, in the Cindererllie dresses, they led me out to that hole Violet has her hand in while McKenely explained that a little mouse was down there and wanted to come out and play for cheese! Later that day we were having a full blown tea party in Violets room when she suddenly transformed into Doctor Violet, administering potions in our tea for our respective illnesses. "But don't worry," she said, "Brielle isn't sick because her head told me so, she's just hungry for chicken". Violet even has an imaginary friend, but its not your typical imaginary friend. It's Blossomund the racing kitten! Not to be confused with her toy kitty Puff Puff Muffin though... Blossomund is about as big as your hand and "Oh! Off she goes Mamma! She's a racin!"And oh baby Dolly. I can't get enough of her.

Tha' end.

"Cough Cough, I'm Sick"

Hellooo blog land. I'm back to the snow of Utah after a warm and rainy Thanksgiving in Arizona. Every day was a dream. Mckenely woke me up each morning ("the sun says it's okay to get up!"), Brielle performed little songs on the fireplace, the girls got into the dress up bin, Mckenley and I took over the tire swing at the park, Steve backstabbed me in croquet (never forget), we ate tons of Tia Rosas, Breck set up a gourmet panini bar (Breck also ate all of the stuffing sooo), Brandon made the hugest cinnamon rolls I've ever seen... There was softball and tennis and the most-intense-funnest-ever-light-show-spin-class-extravaganza-workout. So yeah you could say it was a good time.

I came home to the hugest stress zit you've ever seen and pink snowy mountains. I'm relearning how to walk in the snow (and slipping anyway). I'm also solely wearing leggings, or jeggings, or any non jean related pant, so that says a lot about how I'm planning to deal with the cold from here on out. Speaking of cold, I'm sick. Although feeling a lot better now. All thanks to Coby driving me around and buying me medicine and taking me to see Christmas lights to cheer me up and not cringing with every gross snot noise I make and etcetera etcetera etcetera. Also baths, lots of baths.

But you guys, school is hard. It really gets ya down. Feeling creative-less and idea-less in a creative and idea driven major are not the best ways to feel. Especially when there is seemingly no time to recharge, no time to clean the slate and feel inspired again. All of this doubt has somehow creeped into other parts of my life, so I'm working on feeling confident and not comparing my work, my writing, my self to others. Go me.

To sum all of this up, Miranda July : "All I really want to know is how other people are making it through life, where do they put their body, hour by hour, and how do they cope inside it." via Meg.

In other news,

+ Beyonce and pizza

+ Paula Scher's Maps

+ song i'm obsessed with and have had on repeat

for like a week straight and still don't get sick of it

+ CHRISTMAS!