And for Labor Day?

I have to say it was pure happiness. I spent the entire day with husband, shopping and eating and erranding. We returned a lease, so now we get the adventure of playing marriage and life with only one car. Luckily we pretty much go everywhere together, including carpooling to work, so having one car should be smooth sailing. We just can't decided what we want! Four wheel drive. But that's about as far as we have taken it. We figure we'll just save ourselves a bit of money while we don't need a car and when an instance comes along where we need two cars, we'll get that second car. As soon as we figure out what car that is. Ah. I hate car shopping. What a crummy way to have to spend a beautiful autumn weekend. I'm gonna put it off until the snow hits.

Oh and somehow we made our way to the Herriman Reservoir. Along with the rest of the southern Salt Lake County population. Now Mike wants to learn how to paddle board. Yeah lets just add that to the golfing that we were supposed to be taking up this summer...

It's Friday. Thank The Heavens For That One.

Today has already been a doozy. So lucky that there are some moments when sitting on a computer at work that can be completely inspirational. You just have to find the right material. And inspiration is how I will lead into this lovely Labor Day weekend.

Read this.

Once you have read that, read this.

There Is A Lady In My Ward That Lived In New Zealand Awhile Back.

Her and her husband just decided they were sick of Utah and they needed to take themselves a little break. One day her husband comes home and says, I think we need to move to New Zealand. And so they did. How amazing is that? And how brave. How many of us would pick up and move to the opposite side of the world? They had no jobs, no connection, nothing for them when they got there. Except pure freedom. Peace of mind. I don’t recall how long she said they lived there. It wasn’t for very long. And then when they decided it was time to come back, they took the long way home. Stopped and traveled along the way.

 

For some reason I have been reflecting a lot on our time in DC last summer. I have found myself missing it. Because as much as I hated the droplets of sweat dripping down my back as soon as I walked out the door, what an amazing city to live in. To be surrounded at every turn by the things that built this country. Maybe it’s the itch of needing a little bit more variety in my life. Since we all know how much fun getting up and going to work every day is.:) Does anybody else get bored as quickly as Mike and I do? Maybe it’s the product of being on the go go go since we have been married. Things sure do slow down once school is over. And yet, in all my boredom, how nice it is to be settled. To be able to make plans. To be able to have stability. To be able to see the product of all the work that we put in. I feel so lucky to be where I am. We worked hard for this settled, stable life. I guess maybe I just need a few more picnics in the park and kitchen dance parties to keep things interesting

I Try, But I Admit, I Really Just Don’t Like Def Leppard...

...but please play me Elton John, all the day long.

Veggie Straws, eh? Nursery food if there ever was one, but I love them oh so much.

I have started to read blogs again. And I forgot how utterly addicting they are. Because now all I want to do is read blogs. Those debits and credits can wait….meanwhile, on Love Taza back in January 2008…

There was a fight at Mike’s soccer game last night. That was fun. And no, Mike wasn’t involved. I told him I would disown him as a child if he ever fought in a rec league soccer game.

Some fairies came and decorated our office overnight. The amount of pictures that is now hanging on the wall is border-line highly excessive. We've got some nature. Some are business related. And then some are like these:

Things just got weird, huh?

 

Does anyone else actually pray in their morning prayers that the workday will go by quickly? No? Just me?

 

Speaking Of

There is just something about people who tease. And I don’t mean tease in a brotherly sisterly love sort of way. And I also don’t mean the bullies at school way. I just mean those beyond irritating folk that find it just so fantastically fun to say things just to see if they can get a rise out of you. Well guess what? You won. You got a freaking rise out of me. And then I proceeded to absolutely blow up at them. Because when you try to get a rise one to many times out of this extremely stubborn person, you are absolutely gonna get a rise. Unfortunately, we work together. So that’s awkward. But someone had to teach them a lesson. You can’t act like a 13 year old forever.

And for the record, I am stubborn. Always have been, always will be. It’s in the genes. But at least I act like the adult that I claim to be.

Word to this beyond irritating folk spoken of above: probably should try just knocking it off. Teasing is for preteens and middle school. And one day someone is going to blow up in your face. And they are going to enjoy it. And you, you’re going to feel like a fool.

Nostalgia

 

 

The county fair is such the place for nostalgia. Even though I don’t recall ever going to the county fair as a child, going to a fair makes you feel like a child again. Plus, I got to go on a date with my husband. And that right there makes me feel like a giddy school girl. To make it even more nostalgic, and to use that word in a sentence again, BlackHawk was playing at the county fair. A free concert. It’s as if it was meant for us. We saw BlackHawk play a few years ago at another local fair so we knew that we couldn’t pass up getting to see them live again. My love for BlackHawk runs deep into my childhood. My sister, our across the street neighbor friend Brooke, and I would sit on the floor in Brooke’s bedroom and sing the day away to her dad’s BlackHawk cassette tapes. We knew every word. And I don’t know about Brooke and my sister, but I still know every word. And I probably own a greatest hits CD too. So there Mike and I sat, on the bleachers at the fairgrounds, tapping our toes and slapping our thighs to some of the greatest tunes that BlackHawk has ever produced. Mostly I hate when I go to a concert and people sing along. But last night, I was my own personal pet peeve. I just couldn’t help belting it out right along with my favorite old country band.

 

There are so many things about this man that I love, that face being one of them. The fact that he will eat funnel cake with me at 9:30 at night is another. After the concert we wandered the fair with funnel cake in hand. Word to the wise: eating powdered sugar while walking creates a powdery effect all down the front of you. I was wearing white. Mike didn’t get so lucky.

Cube

Things that I do not approve of in a cubicle environment:

Finger Nail Clipping
Nose Blowing
Gum Popping
Loud Phone Conversations

All of which have happened in the last hour.

Pretty much I just don't even want to know that you are there. Stay home if you can't remember your manners.

The House That We Built

Living in the home that we built is such a blessing. It is exactly what we wanted. We are still putting things together as we slowly get rid of some older pieces and replace them with newer pieces. But I realized that we have lived in our home now for two months and I haven't posted any pictures of it now that it is complete. So here you have it, a very, very small home tour.

Disney

The last week of May, Mike and I and his whole family went to Disneyland. Mike had a niece that was going to be dancing in the park so my inlaws decided we should all go to Disneyland and support her. I didn’t put up a fight.

 

 

 



 

 

 

I hadn’t been to Disneyland since 2004 and Mike hadn’t been since he was a kid. We had such a good time watching the kids get so excited about each of the rides. And it was fun to finally go to Disneyland with my sweetheart! Mike was a good sport, but still wonders why people who don’t have kids would go to Disneyland. I guess he’s just outgrown all the magic. He needs some pixie dust or something.  

27

I lay in bed this morning contemplating my 27^th year while I waited for the sun to rise over the mountains and shine its warmth into my bedroom window. It was quiet. Mike was out in the kitchen making the birthday girl her favorite breakfast of French toast. And I wondered. I wondered what this year would be like. I wondered what I would do this year. I wondered what God would have me do this year. I wondered what events would cause me to remember my 27^th year; a whole year of possibilities just waiting to be had. I think it will be a good year. I think 27 will fit me nicely. I think that I will be sad to move on to my 28^th year. Look at me, thinking about 28 when I just turned 27.

And isn't it quite sinister to blog about your own birthday?