The Luck of the Irish

As you all know I will do almost anything for a theme, party... or better yet a theme AND and a party. My friend Mandy threw a smashing St. Patty’s Day party last week that was "off the shamrock.”

We danced a little.... we danced a lot... some of us danced when we shouldn’t have... some of us (them, as in the people I don’t even associate with) didn’t dance at all.

Only Mandy could look this cute in these glow in the dark glow stick glasses. Precious.

Root beer contest. I was READY. I had my strategy down and.....

....I lost anyway. Oooo, soda gives you the worst gut rot when you

haven’t drank it in months.

I didn't win the chugging contest but I did find three... count them... THREE leprechauns outside the party. For a small fee they gave me their pots of gold.

Bambi Oh Bambi

I remember vividly getting the movie Bambi as a child. I think it was my 5th birthday and my very first movie. I actually remember my mom pulling it out of a cupboard by the fridge telling me she "forgot to wrap this one." I don't remember much more than that about the movie.

I don't remember watching it a lot or obsessively talking about it or begging my mom for a stuffed Bambi or Flower. I do remember that it was my first introduction to deer.

You may all think 'thats lame' that I am references my first introduction to deer, but as long as I can remember there were always deer around or at least deer sightings. To the point that it wasn't even cool to see one anymore. ha. (still lame I know)

Hear me out. I grew up in Alaska where we were always seeing wildlife. Mostly bears, moose and caribou but to a child the moose and the caribou look similar to a deer. After moving to Washington we would visit my grandpa quite often in Oregon. My grandpa kind of lived

in the middle of no where surrounded my acres and acres of trees. Without fail we would see multiple deer on every visit. While in Idaho for school there was also several deer sighting. By this time seeing wildlife in my everyday life wasn't unusual, it didn't even phase me anymore. (On a side note I once saw an albino moose while in school.)

You may ask why on earth I am telling you all about my experiences with deer. Its pretty simple actually because I love deer. (not as much as moose but that's another story) Deer have always had a positive and happy memory attached to them. So you can imagine my horror / fear / excitement when I almost hit one there other day on my way home from work.

I had just pulled off the freeway at 6200 S. and was heading north on

Holladay Blvd. They are doing some construction and there were orange cones everywhere. As I was trying to not hit the cones I noticed a deer coming out of a drive way to my left. At first it seemed totally normal to me... then I realized where I was and all the emotions above took over me. I was scared because this crazy deer is prancing toward me and I was sure I was going to hit him. I was excited because I was SO close to him and he was so pretty. Then fear floods back into play as he prances out in front of me crossing the street. I say prancing because he was. It was as if I wasn’t even there and he was just dancing across the street. Of course I am panicking, awing and trying to drive at the same time when ANOTHER deer comes out of no where and follows the first one across the street.

(This is what the deer looked like.

The deer were a little slimmer and their antlers were a little bigger but you get the point.)

At one point the deer were running along with me as I drove. I was probably going about 25-30 mph. The first deer tried to jump out in front of me sending fear jolting through my body but he decided against it. I watched them as they ran next to me which seemed like forever but had to be only seconds before they were gone.

THAT was my experience with Bambi.

Snowshoeing

Sitting on my bed waiting to go.

All dressed up with all my gear.

I am ready to take on the MOUNTAIN.

... and we’re off. This is all I could see for the first 20 minutes.

I was thinking this was going to be a LONG trip.

We reached our first open area; free of trees. It was beautiful.

Who knows whats going on here?

I think its called the “Austin.”

My new camera has an option to see yourself on the

front of the camera for the PERFECT self shot... or so I thought.

We stopped in this cute little opening of trees for lunch

and by lunch I mean a Fiber One bar and bottle of water.

The Fiber One bar worked too fast and I NEEDED to get down the mountain.

ha. not really. I was just weird to run in snowshoes so I kept doing it. ha.

Bragging to Melissa that I burned more calories

than her; 1400 in total... whew...

The open view while we raced down the mountain.

FINALLY at the bottom.

Next time:

1. Better layers. Ones that go on and off easier.

2. SUNGLASSES

3. Food

4. Water

5. A bag to put it all in but light enough to not weigh down.

6. Better gloves.

7. Maybe my ipod for the long stretches when you can’t walk side by side.

8. Starting off earlier.

9. A different route.

10. More friends. Mel’s co-workers just weren't cutting it. =)

Natural Born Talent

My friend posted this on her facebook page and it reminded me of a

similar act that I performed on Sunday night in our family room. ha.

I gotta hand it to them, these boys are good. I will never measure up to their talent. Enjoy!

Dear Bryce,

To my nearest and dearest friend. Oh how I miss you. My life is just not complete without you in it. Remember the night we met? We danced in the dark with only the light of the moon. You showed me your moves which changed my life. I will never be able to go to another dance again without busting out “classic Bryce moves.”

Last night the roomies convinced me to attend the YSA activity at the Cottonwood Recreation Center. I skated around a few times then found myself looking around for you. I thought, “Where is Bryce?” “Bryce would love this.” Not only were you not there but the night was just not complete without you there. I could not fully enjoy myself knowing you were so far away. Far away... in another state... making new friends... and having your own fun. (tear)

I apologize for taking such a long break from blogging but since you left Utah for your new life I have been so depressed. My drive and determination is gone. The roomies have to bribe me to get up and go to work. Life is miserable without B-Ryce in it.

Come back to us Bryce.

Missing you and loving you,

Kaylin

Home... is where they love you.

I am home at last. It was a long day on the road. I am glad they were not icy or even snowy. They were actually clear as day. The fog was pretty dense in some areas, but Mel just took is slow (very slow) and we eventually made it.

We’ll me home for about a week and I am ready for some major R&R.

I think I have a problem

Today was a beautiful snowy Sunday. It snowed almost all day long. The snowflakes were falling by the dozen. Within minutes the ground was blanketed with a thin fluffy layer of white goodness. The perfect Sunday. All I needed now was the perfect dress to wear to church. Something festive in color. Something that would be warm. And something fun and feminine but not too girlie.

I have many dresses that meet those standards but it wasn’t enough. I just HAD to wear the newest dress in my wardrobe. The dress is beautiful and I felt beautiful in it.

The day was like any other Sunday. I went to church, had a few meeting then came home and had family/house dinner. When the night was over and I was getting ready for bed I went to get a hanger to put my new dress on... I didn't have one. Its then when it hit me. I decided to count how many dresses I have. I just might have too many.

You see I have been on a dress buying spree for the past few years. I knew I was approaching an unhealthy number of how many dresses one should actually own... but I did nothing about it. ha. As I counted the dresses in my closet I thought to myself, “Please don’t be a high number... Please don’t be a high number...” The final count was

twenty-six. That’s right.... 26!!

Oh my goodness. I think I have officially lost it. I have a dress-problem.

The 2nd to last dress in my closet brought back a lot of memories. I bought it back in college in the summer of 2005. The reason this dress is significant is because it was the first dress I had worn since I was 12 or so. This does not help my case at all. That means in 4 1/2 years

I have accumulated 26 dresses. Thats insane.

I feel like a drug addict admitting after years of drug abuse they have a problem. Which obviously I do... but I also don't want to go into ‘dress rehab.’ I love my dresses; every one of them.

(man I sound like they are my children)

Note: The number 26 does not include my 13+ skirts. Boo.