August

A rainy, churchy, flowery, summer day. I can't believe it's already August.

Videos Like Woah

Here are some little baby videos for your Wednesday viewing pleasure. The first is of our short trip to Moab where Coby bought a car. We had great conversation and a great throwback, hip hop, impromptu playlist playing. I drove the rest of the way home with my windows down causing temporary hearing loss. The second is of Chalk the Block at the Riverwoods. We ate Waffle Luv and were gifted a free yoga session. Then we watched 8 mile.

Boy, life sure is great when you're with your bfffffff (sosappysuemyohmygoodnesswhoami).

Summer / Oh Boy

Because what else are blogs good for?  I take it back, blogs are good for lots of things.

Especially for "summer-is-ending-school-is-going-to-ruin-me" iphone photo dumps.

Hi Clay.

Ghetto Love Club

do you sit on the curb of del taco and nuzzle into your boos' shoulders? do you walk with your boy through wal mart and talk about serious things? do you go on sunday walks with your lova' thang around the run down tennis courts across the street? do you stay lying in the very public grass even when begins to rain? even when the wind picks up, making it sound like a skateboard gang is coming right for you?

oh, no way! us too! welcome to the ghetto love club.

only criteria: said significant other has to be ridiculously attractive,

and you have to still be in the awkward duck face camp.

we welcome you.

Poetry?

 via marion fayolle

listen to alicia keys (unbreakable!) and lana del rey and think of that one time

in the pool trying to stand on shoulders with little plastic toy tigers. 

and scene.

Happy Wednesday!

I just wanted to pop in and say hello. And also direct you to this song, aka my new karaoke go to. And to say that I am so grateful and blessed for the happiness that is my life. And that the best nights are those nights spent driving around with a Wendy's salad in my lap and that fluffy haired boy to my left. This is, of course, after rounding up rowdy sports camp kids all night. Which while we're on the subject, I just received this text from one of my favorite counselors:

"I had a girl just eat the sprinkles off of two doughnuts this morning for breakfast." Welp.

Until next time...

i'll be the phonograph that, plays your favorite albums back

 (via)          

How is everyone doing this week in bahlog land? Good I hope.

Do you mind if I catch up on bits of Summer life?

+ Fourth of July // My Fourth was so nice. It is my favorite holiday after all. Couple that with kids turned pyros lighting fireworks and sparklers in the street as the sky is turning that dream sunset blue and watching the Stadium of Fire fireworks from the park full of glow sticks and tired children and parents teaching about liberty and freedom and God and I can't forget that boy of mine and whew I am happy as can be.

+ Sports Camps // I've been falling more and more in love with sports camps as the summer goes on. How could I not? With the friendships, the hospital runs, and the cannon center rice krispies, our cute campers are just a plus. Weeks have been filled taking mental pictures (Elizabethtown anyone?) of my favorite moments. A notable one was finding the straight bowl of M&M's one boy ate for dinner, or maybe it was witnessing a room full of Mormon kids (but especially counselors) singing Eminem's "Lose Yourself" word for word. Or there was the time the giggliest twelve year old was telling me about the boy she was "in like" with (full of thrilling twists and turns via emoticon laced texts and side hugs) whose story ended abruptly with "but then he moved to high school". That's one part I don't envy... These poor little girls who are right in the thick of worrying about boys and their bodies and whether or not they should twerk at the next party they go to. I mean how sad and scared does that make me feel for these girls! I may or may not have given a speech about true beauty and loving yourself and that boys are weird! And they will always be weird! So have fun and listen to more Beyonce, and don't worry about them because you are a strong independent women who don't need no man! Although, if they were to choose one to like, I would recommend the cutest little soccer boy who belted Bruno Mars at the talent show whilst sporting a retro hockey jersey and cookie monster hat because those are the men dreams are made of. 

+ Camping // I spent a night camping with Cob's family in Heber. Activities included conquering fears on a ropes course and zipline, performing the Mexican hat dance with sweet Sarah (step-kick, step-kick, snappp, snappp), glow sticks, speed skip-bo, and paddle boating tag on the water. They lifted the fire ban after it rained all morning so that allowed for some solid campfire talk. Said rain filled the sky with those perfect puffy clouds you don't get much of in Arizona. It was beautiful. I just really love the outdoors guys, I really do. Sleeping in a lodge full of sleep-talkers (myself included) made me miss all those years of girls camp. Which consequently made me feel so blessed to have been able to have such a good experience summer after summer to really solidify my love for the outdoors. Ahhhh. I could go on and on. But I'll just end this little blurb with a thank you to the "G" family.

+ My Family // I was able to facetime my niece the other day. She stuck string cheese up her nose. If that doesn't make you miss someone, I don't know what will.

+ The Postal Service // Settebello's pizza and the fiery sunset that greeted us were only precursors to a beautiful night.  YOU GUYS. The atmosphere was so chill. Ben Gibbard was so suave. Jenny Lewis is a queen. It was an emotional experience, and I'm not lying when I say I felt God in that concert. After coming back to the scene with sweet Amy's arms around me and tears in my eyes I couldn't help but think back on all those times I'd listened to that album. At Lauren's volleyball tournament, in the back seat driving through Flagstaff, from Breck's stereo in her old blue room, on the drive to college, in Moranda's white montero riding back from Phoenix, on that one rainy night last December... Coby, Cannon, Amy and I ran back to the car in order to beat the rush, around the puddles and through the grass, and all with the last half of the encore streaming from behind us. We sang the rest of Brand New Colony as we left and I loved it, I loved it.

"you will hear the shrillest highs and lowest lows 

with the windows down, as this is guiding you home"

Just Stopping By To Say...

This has been the best two days of my life. {AND THERE ARE PLENTY MORE TO COME!}

Being a BYU sports camp counselor has got to be the best thing that's ever happened to me.

I love my girls.

I love my fellow counselors.

I love BYU.

and I love sports! {duh!}

I cannot wait to do this summer after summer after summer...

Yep, even after I graduate.

Just keep 'em comin!

I feel like I'm in student council again {SJH student body president whats up!}.

I also may or may not enjoy telling people what to do?  It's a weakness, it really is.

Tonight I danced my life away without a care in the world.  Prancin' through hundreds of sweaty kids and let me tell you my friends, dancing has never felt so good.  Now people, remember all of those stake dances?  All of those junior high dance parties?  EFY maybe?  Let me tell you, being a counselor at a dance is TWENTY TIMES BETTER.  There is no such thing as awkwardness when you are a counselor {yes, even in dancing! wahoo!}.  Everything you do is golden.  I am worshipped here.  A goddess really.  

Okay so maybe not worshipped, but we'll just settle on "loved" instead.

In all seriousness though, these girls here at camp mean the world to me.  It's amazing how quickly relationships can form, and how quickly someone can just invest all of their trust to you.  And to see their fresh little faces light up {it's cliche for a reason} when I give devotionals every night?  The greatest.

Anywho, these last two days have been too special to not write a little something down.

{and in my free time i get to go trail running, three cheers!  i am seriously so addicted that i don't even care how pretentious/ridiculous i sound right now.  pictured above, naturally [hahaha! get it?]}

Summertime

I'm so lucky to be able to spend my summer days with these munchkins.  Hearing their itty bitty voices, giving kisses, playing in the sprinklers-- only the best things on earth.

Right now though I'm back in Park City, then Provo to work sports camps the next two weeks, then back to Arizona for the weirdo's wedding, and then back to Provo again for school.

Shall I bore you some more with the logistics of my bland traveling life?  I used to blog more interesting things... Or rather every little detail of my life circa '09, and probably like last month?!  Too much of this, too little of that.  It's tough finding a balance, ya know?  Blogging's weird like that.

Maybe you care to know that I listened to this on repeat the entire plane ride while the lady next to me picked her nose and rubbed it on her book over and over again?  Maybe not?  I'm just rambling now.  I really need a nap.  I'm terrified that some volleyball camp girl will terrorize me.  I miss school {shocker!}.  God is good.

 Blogging is weird.