i wish this wasn't so.

jodi (my sister-in-law, best friend, and use to be gym partner, who is now a utah county resident): just joined a gym...golds...it felt dirty.  i hate it there.

me: that sucks.  golds...ugh.  well i'm no longer a gym goer... gordon hates gyms.  i'm an outdoors woman now.  that's dirty.

jodi: that makes me sad.

me: me too jo.

july 28, 2011

our last gym session together

i don't think i have cried coming home from the gym so much in all my life.

i cried when she told me her house sold and they were actually moving.

and i cried after our last workout together.

i also cried on the way home from sunday dinner.  i usually tell her i'll see her tomorrow.  i didn't get to say that.

of course i'll miss working out with her.

but what i'll miss the most is the social aspect of it all.

like i said, she's one of my best friends.

this sucks.

i'm probably just going to get fat now.

our weekend sure felt longer than it actually was

we began our weekend by getting up in the 5 o'clock hour, leaving in the 5 o'clock hour, and arriving 35 minutes later to my dogs groomer.  they had a grooming appointment at 6:30am on saturday.  this was the only time that "worked" for my groomer and me.  to pass time we went to breakfast at a little place in north salt lake called sunshine cafe.  this is where gordon tried his first biscuits and a gravy.  he liked it, but not enough to get it again.  thank goodness...heart-a-ttack!

from the groomers we came back home, dropped off the pooches, and headed out to gordon's sister's house to help her move.  this was my least favorite part of the day.  not because we had to help her move.  but because she was actually moving.  and not just to the next city.  they were moving to utah county!  happy to help, but hated to see her stay there.  in utah county!

after helping her move we came home, got cleaned up, and headed out to my dad's for a bbq.  we were exhausted at this point.  the food was yummy, the entertainment was fun (yes, entertainment...he hired a friend to play his guitar and sing old rock and roll), and we were in good company.

sunday we went to hear my cousin, who recently returned home from serving 2 years on a lds mission, speak.  after that we went to visit with gordon's family.  we celebrated his dad's birthday.  ate navajo tacos and homemade ice cream (not together...that's gross).

i went to bed at 8:53pm sunday evening.  it was still light outside.

i love homemade ice cream. i especially love it when my mom has a buffet of mix-ins.

first, ice cream.

next, chocolate chip cookie dough.

and last, homemade carmel.

enjoy!

i wish i was a prettier crier

i gave a talk in my church on sunday. i may have cried multiple times while giving it. it didn't help that i had an overwhelming amount of support from my family. my mom, step-dad, sister, nephew, dad, step-mom, and my husband were all in the congregation. i can't tell you how overjoyed i was when i walked in to the chapel to see almost my entire immediate family sitting all together. it especially meant so much to me to have my dad there. one of the ladies that spoke with me said that she watched him while i spoke. she said he was glowing. and that he looked really proud. i loved hearing that.

it was a "utah holiday" weekend for us

i kicked off my weekend by going to the farmers market with my sister and mom.  it was my mom's first farmers market.  needless to say it won't be her last.  she loved it!

to celebrate utah's pioneer holiday gordon's cousin annie had a bbq. i knew the food would be amazing. we had korean sandwiches, a variety of salads, dips, cookies, and for dessert we each had our own shavy jones snow cone! ("don't touch my buried treasure" is what my puka shell necklace wearing brother-in-law trevor said to jodi when she asked him for a taste. buried treasure is ice cream at the bottom of the snow cone. not something else.) sadly gordon was still backpacking with the scouts so he missed out.

on monday we got up and cooked breakfast (which is such a rarity these days!) and enjoyed the delicious buttermilk syrup i bought at the farmers market. 

that night we asked our neighbors, which also just so happen to be gordon's brother and his wife, if they wanted to come and light off some free fireworks gordon got from a friend. they did. lucky for all of us, matt didn't blow his face off, and gordon and him both still have all of their fingers. it was a good time.

thanks pioneers for sacrificing so much so we can live in this beautiful state and enjoy all it has to offer!

miss independent



i like to think of myself as very independent. but when gordon is gone i realize i'm not.  i'm just not myself.  i don't eat like i normally do (meaning it's pretty much just cereal for dinner, if there's dinner at all).  i don't go on evening walks with my dogs.  i don't laugh near as often.  i'm extremely bored.  i don't have anyone to share my lame daily stories with.  and if he's out of cell service i don't get to hear 'i love you' multiple times a day.  no morning kisses.  no good night kisses.  and sleep?  what's that.

so i guess what i'm saying is i need him.

i am also saying something i never thought i would say, but i can't wait for summer to be over.  scouting trips are significantly reduced once summer ends.

what i should be doing...

is preparing a talk that i have been asked to give in my church this sunday.  but i'm looking at pictures from our bear lake trip last month (and blogging), wishing i was there instead.