Freeway

I la-la-la love spring driving. Love. I feel very zen on the freeway with all of my windows down, wind whipping my hair in all directions, sun kissing my skin through the open sun roof, Pat Benatar's "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" blaring. Two days in a row. Its fantastic.

Bald = Rich

When Brad and I were kids in California, Mom used to take us to the beach every Wednesday. If you've ever been to L.A., you know that no matter which direction you're going, no matter what time of day, the freeway system is happy to provide you with ample time to kill. Brad and I came up with some theories.

One of them had to do with rich dudes and convertible cars. Something along the lines of bald dudes are obviously rich, because rich people drive convertibles, and the wind whipping through your hair clearly must have some sort of affect on how much hair you keep. Right?

Well, obviously. Today I was on I-15 and I saw two dudes riding in a fancy convertible. Guess what. Both bald.

Observations From South Jordan

Today I took a field trip. I wanted to get some fake gerber daisies for the Mother's Day gift sets I'm putting together. The Mary Kay ladies said that you can't get a better deal than at the Hobby Lobby in South Jordan. I was doing a skin care class at our studio in Sandy today, and figuring that South Jordan wasn't too far from Sandy, I ventured to the Hobby Lobby.

The Hobby Lobby is at 11800 South and 3600 West. Its far. I can honestly say I've never been to that part of the valley before. You know what? The houses there are HUGE. And they all have motor homes and horse trailers parked outside. I even saw a house that looks like a castle. But my favorite was this giant log cabin with a porch swing and horses in the back yard. It looked so cozy.

I also found out that South Jordan has a Pie. And a Market Street. And other things that used to be downtown specialties. And the plane that advertises for the Bees was flying around out there. And I realized that the banner that the plane pulls is like 8 times the size of the plane itself. Which made me wonder how in the heck the plane takes off and lands. I'd like to see that some time.

My Buddy & Me

I babysat Miles the other night. He walks now, so we spent about 45 minutes walking around the house, playing "I'm Gonna Get You." Then he got tired and cried. Through his bedtime snack. Through bath time. Through the lotion rub down. Through getting dressed in jammers (especially through getting dressed). Through Brown Bear, Brown Bear and Oops. For some reason Clifford calmed him down. And he helped by turning all the pages. I love the little guy. I mean, look how cute we are together.

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I use T-Mobile, and I like them. They're offering new customers a free Blackberry Pearl just for signing up. If you do it, tell them I sent you. I get a deal, too. Just throwing it out there... :)

Skiing Makes My Calves Hurt

I'm clomping around like a zombie or a mummy or whatever clomps when it walks. Bending my knee and rolling my foot forward, like a normal walk, is excruciating.

But we picked the most beautiful day to ski! The sun was shining, the sky was the most amazing blue, the snow was just the way I like it, the company was super fun, and my post-lasik eyes were amazing!!!

It was the Knickerbocker-Johnston Ski Day on Saturday. Dad treated Brad, Maeve, Carly, Ian, Kelsey, and I to a great day at Brighton. Brad skied for the first time since sixth grade, and was actually quite good. (He learned by watching the internet. What else is new?) Kels was skiing for only the second time ever and she did great! I also loved getting to spend some time getting to know her and Ian a little better.

And of course its always so fun to spend the day with my Dad! Thanks so much, Dad! Let us know when you post those photos!

The Dream About Munchos

What is it about me and dreams about junk food? No, Travis, I am NOT pregnant. But I did have a dream about Munchos. Do you guys know Munchos? Man, they're good. They're the only chip I remember being in our house when I was younger and we lived in California. And then we moved to Utah. Munchos are hard to come by in Utah. Dad found a gas station somewhere that sells them, so he buys three or four bags at a time and then hides them in a top secret hiding place in the kitchen cabinet where the salad bowls and platters are. Well, I guess its not that top secret.

Anyway. The dream. I dreamt I was with Brad and we were going to a party, or an open house, or something in our old hood down by Brighton High School. It was at this huge house and there were all these people milling through. We wandered down this curving staircase and ended up alone in a basement where there was a vending machine. It was weird. But we were so happy because the vending machine had Munchos in it. Only, they weren't the Munchos we're used to. They were orange, like Cheetos, and cone-shaped, like Bugles. But still in that shiny orange/gold bag that screams deliciousness. And still salty and potato-y and delicious. Mmm.