31 July 2009
28 July 2009
I don't know if I've always been this way...
No, actually, I'm pretty sure I've always been this way. There's a photo in my head (that I would scan and post if it was in a chronologically-organized album on a shelf in the next room, but it's most certainly NOT): I'm standing in front of the old maroon minivan on the last day of 6th grade with a little one at my feet and papers in hand. I'm not smiling. On purpose, because I was feeling quite melancholy about leaving my beloved Timpanogos Elementary. I remember yearning to move on and at the same time hating the prospect of this change. My solution was that I'd stay at Timpanogos and they'd simply teach me a 7th grade curriculum. Simple! But even though I felt so strongly, I wasn't very emotional about it -- my mom remembers with me that I thought it was silly for the 6th grade girls to sit in the reading room and cry about it. But I was sincerely in pain for the rite of passage. And I have felt this way about many, many experiences since.
Most recently, about my time in our first apartment. I really wanted this place. Tiny, yes, but so much better-feeling than the others we looked at. I felt so strongly about it that even AFTER we were selected from a pile of potential renters to move into a different place, and AFTER we signed the contract, and AFTER we paid the hefty deposit, I STILL tried for this place. And I'm glad we did. It has been tiny, but welcoming. Everything fit, even the corner couch.
Our busy college lives didn't allow for nearly as much neighborhood/ward interaction as this past summer did. And I fell in love. I love our crazy L-shaped chapel around our fence. I love the historic houses everywhere. I love the families that have been here forever, and the families in the "prime" of child-rearing, and the many newly-weds and babies. I enjoyed my nursery time, and even more enjoyed my month of Young Women time. Amazing people live here, folks. And I am sad to see this go.
I know there is more to love where we are going. (Like an extra room, washer, dryer and dishwasher for starters...) I'm not sad for what is coming, but I am sad about what we're leaving. This isn't the first time and I know it won't be the last time I feel this way. I guess it's all part of the grand scheme of things. I'm glad other people feel it too.
*Pictures of what we're leaving to come soon...*
27 July 2009
is the Knudsen sibling I've been around the least,
and I think we've not said more than a few sentences to each other.
But considering the distance, she is probably the sibling
that has shown me the most love possible
from across the country,
and so I feel I know her character.
Thanks for blogs, letters and gifts!
(Mad Libs for our long drive of a honeymoon, (see above) PERFECT-for-me green earings in the most 'me' post-approved wrap, (see 'birthday gift wraped and sent') and a cookbook for hard-to-shop-for Ben that he uses almost everyday.)
I love you Katy!
Happy Birthday 26 July 2009
when I think of
I think of the word
I might have said this before,
but it still rings true.
He is sincere and loving.
He is strong and unwaivering.
He does what is right and true under God.
He might as well just be a righteous Nephite warrior!
I’m glad Ann got him!
Love to you Brendon and happy (belated) birthday July 19?20?!
19 July 2009
I've heard this advice before from esteemed men: "Everyone should have a blog." Was that just directed for graphic designers? Was it as a commentary on the state of the internet? Why? What is it that everyone should be posting? How does this relate to photo blogs, bragging blogs, business blogs, design blogs, cooking blogs, competition blogs? What do I mean by each of those titles? Why do I blog? Last week I noticed I stopped writing, kind of. I like writing. Why did I stop? Why does anyone blog?
Thirteenth Article of Faith, maybe? Not always?
Is it stupid and incredibly over-analytical that I'm so stumped by this?
13 July 2009
I took it out of the D.I. pile because I like the American Apparel long soft v-neck.
So I was a free ad for the Freedom Fest's #1 Sponsor.
My mom INSISTED that Ben & James pick out a tie.
James got all embarrassed.
I think Ben's used to it.
They both got good looking ties that are not pictured.
After kind of missing the balloon fest as a family on Friday, Mom remembered she had an eye appointment. We all raced to drop her off and then found one of the giant balloons parked in the Eye Center parking lot! Then we all ran home to shower and still had time to fulfill Ashton's big desire for all-you-can-eat French toast before they stopped serving it.
We played quarters while we waited for our food, and none of us really needed a second plate.
They close off 2nd east between 100 South & 200 South. (and they do it by Provo City permit!)
They paint the sidewalks with big red & white stars.
They shoot off bottle rockets, making additions and changes to shoot it the highest.
They have a little 'hey ride'.
They have a BBQ.
And then they have a DJ dance party. (Little Sarah has some good rythm!)
Her name says it all...
Actually a photo might say it all...
Or how about a video!? (That's "American Woman" playing in the background...)
08 July 2009
06 July 2009
Soon to come from July 3rd:
- All-you-can-eat Waffles
- Balloon Fest (from Friday and Saturday)
- Freedom Days Ties
- Rocket Chick
- Block Party on our block
your own bed.
Your super-nice neighbors staked out the front yard in the early-bird-gets-the-worm morning, so you just take your time, and shower as you hear the pre-parade bustle. You walk out the door and sit down for the show. Your other nice neighbor gives you free Otter Pops, and your ward of nice neighbors provide a crepe breakfast next door.
What could be better? Really?
ok, i admit: i AM the type that would rather camp out for a night of restless fun and an early morning of excitement. yes, i DO think that's fun. but i didn't mind this kind of prime effortless parade-watching either.
and awesome claire sanford from our ward on the far left...
Thanks to amazing aunts for organizing the gatherings!
I was kind of stubborn about wanting to watch Provo's fireworks showcase. Special thanks to Ben for allowing me to pull him a tad early from his Midway Knudsen gathering back to P-town, where we met my family across the street from my house in the Parking Garage for Papá's work. We weren't the only ones with this idea, (meant for no getting stuck in north provo stadium traffic) but we had the whole place to ourselves after the small crowd cleared after the show and we lingered because we just couldn't get enough of the cheap thrill of the *sparkler*.