the weekend
First of all, my brother just introduced me to Penelope Trunk. I've been sitting on my butt for the past hour reading her blog. She's a business woman who lives in Wisconsin, homeschooling her kids, and married to a farmer. She's been called "the world's most important guidance counselor" and her blog gets millions of views per month. She's talks about the Meyers Briggs test in half the posts I've read, and here in my apartment we're a little obsessed with that test right now. If you haven't taken that test, go do it now (the online quick version) or go a little further and take the real deal thing which is followed up by an hour phone call, or three weeks of classes with a personal mentor feeding you chocolate cake the whole time (not really true, I just stopped reading the rest of the options, but it gets intense). She even endorses botox and Restylane - which I'm a fan of (preventative, people! Preventative!). So anyway, she's awesome. Go spend at least ten minutes reading some of her stuff.
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Anyway. My weekend.
First there was a party up in Sundance at my roommate's cabin for her birthday, and I almost didn't make it. I accidentally drove right past the cabin and on into the woods where I'm 98.989% sure that I would have either met Bigfoot or Mothman. But I did end up making it after turning around in a very sketchy part of the woods, and we partied late into the night (kind of) after getting totally hammered (root beer floats). I woke up the next morning in a bed with two other people (my roommates) with a huge hangover (sugar). It was a killer party.
But seriously.
Oh, my gosh. It was a gorgeous day, that Saturday! We drove back into Provo with the top down and our hair blowing in the wind (thus the disheveled/groggy look). I don't think I'd mind a little cabin up in Sundance. Well, anywhere beautiful really. I even have a board on pinterest dedicated to my dream cabin. It's nice just to get away from cell reception and computers, and to just get into a little homey slice of a simpler life.
Yesterday was spent going to church, watching movies with my roommates, and whipping up some Angel Food Cake (which I'm actually quite good at). I headed up to Squaw Peak (which somehow that Utah-Native had never done before) in an attempt to see what could be seen of the solar eclipse. But don't worry, the mountain was packed with people, and I didn't even make it to the parking lot. Oh, and I got to the top and forgot to bring my welders masks (left mine in my closet, silly me) and all my x-rays I had sitting around (note the clump of people in the background utilizing theirs). But it was a gorgeous night, even if we left before watching the sunset.
And if you were wondering, it only took and twenty minutes to completely demolish that cake, between Steph and I. It was so good.
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Anyway. My weekend.
First there was a party up in Sundance at my roommate's cabin for her birthday, and I almost didn't make it. I accidentally drove right past the cabin and on into the woods where I'm 98.989% sure that I would have either met Bigfoot or Mothman. But I did end up making it after turning around in a very sketchy part of the woods, and we partied late into the night (kind of) after getting totally hammered (root beer floats). I woke up the next morning in a bed with two other people (my roommates) with a huge hangover (sugar). It was a killer party.
But seriously.
Oh, my gosh. It was a gorgeous day, that Saturday! We drove back into Provo with the top down and our hair blowing in the wind (thus the disheveled/groggy look). I don't think I'd mind a little cabin up in Sundance. Well, anywhere beautiful really. I even have a board on pinterest dedicated to my dream cabin. It's nice just to get away from cell reception and computers, and to just get into a little homey slice of a simpler life.
Yesterday was spent going to church, watching movies with my roommates, and whipping up some Angel Food Cake (which I'm actually quite good at). I headed up to Squaw Peak (which somehow that Utah-Native had never done before) in an attempt to see what could be seen of the solar eclipse. But don't worry, the mountain was packed with people, and I didn't even make it to the parking lot. Oh, and I got to the top and forgot to bring my welders masks (left mine in my closet, silly me) and all my x-rays I had sitting around (note the clump of people in the background utilizing theirs). But it was a gorgeous night, even if we left before watching the sunset.
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