All grown up

Apparently graduating from college is supposed to equate with adulthood in some skewed, non-sensical equation.

Since I am not measuring up, I've decided that the following three items can help to balance the equation.1. Dress slip. I'm tired of wearing volleyball spandex in order to wear some of my clingier dresses. Did I just admit that? It's time to buy a freaking slip.

2. Perfume. Typically, my only form of perfume is B&B lotion (or in the case of my dear sister, dryer sheets). I would like to say that my mature sense of smell wants to buy Chanel No. 5, but I actually think it smells like grandma drawers full of flannel. I'm gonna aim for Daisy instead.

3. Perfect white button-down. My Banana Republic, crinkled, thin number just isn't cutting it anymore. White button-down + perfect pair of jeans+minimal gold jewelry+ fabulous heels=adult?

The Drive: A pictorial essay

I made the trek from Utah to Texas AGAIN. Trip #24ish?
The scenery doesn't ever change.

Southern Utah is still hell

Durango, Co is still fabulous

Texas hill country is still heaven.

But apparently New Mexico now borders an ocean. That IS a notable change.
Friggin global warming.

Bread Bowl Boy

(blurred for the anonymity of all parties)

Care and I had a front-row seat to this freak show date last week. Bless their little hearts. Well mostly bless the boy's heart. His heart needs a lot of blessing. So does his middle school spikey hair. I think Eugene is an accurate name guess for him.

Some notables that were overheard from the mouth of Eugene :

"Well goodness, this bread bowl surprised me! It's sourdough..I've never had a sourdough bread bowl before! How surprising!"

"I just don't understand why Tina didn't like him. He's funny AND active." (Read: funny and active in your church does not equal automatic marriage)

"What's the deal with Melinda? She keeps saying she's busy...but I can't help thinking it has something to do with me."

Look, Eugene, if you keep talking about other girls and bread bowls on your dates, Melinda ain't never gonna call you back.

Exhausted

Hi.

I'm freaking tired.
But I graduated.
And I'm in Texas.
I'll be back later today.

Nugget Shoes

I bought the little nugget these babies last week


I just wanted something simple and practical for all of her 6 month old walking needs.

The Vegas

I ventured down to the city of sin and debauchery last week.
I've found that Vegas doesn't really cater to Mormons much...shocking.
And yet we manage to have (sober) fun every single time.

Shannon's ma hooked us up with a suite at the Veniche (that's what those in the know call it..trust me)

So we did what any crazy twenty-somethings would do...kegger..gambling...clubbing...followed by jumping on the bed.

The weather was insane.

It turns out that truckers WILL respond to you if you pull over to take pictures. We narrowly escaped roadside kidnapping.

And I'm done with college. Completely. I am now a productive, mature adult..by default.

Bless your little hearts

We had some quotables during Church yesterday.

Random married speaker:
"I know this is a singles ward, so you don't have the hope of an eternal companion to cling on to like I do..but...."

Maybe he was going with the theme of Easter and hope and somehow got sidetracked by the fact that all single people are apparently hopeless and alone.

Random engaged speaker:

"Not to rub it in, but I'm getting married in two weeks and getting out of here. I'll send you a postcard from the family ward."

Yes, please send me a postcard from your one bedroom basement apartment in Provo.

That was not the worst of it though.

Said engaged couple sat on the stand for the rest of the meeting like this:

Once again, I wish I was kidding, but this really happened..for an hour. I didn't know what to do with myself. It was like looking at a car wreck. I wanted to look away, but I just couldn't believe that two people found this to be socially acceptable and I couldn't avert my eyes.

I know my grandpa would have found this to be truly egregious.


The moral of the story is that singles wards are holding cells for real life, apparently.
I must have missed that in the brochure.