Tuesday, February 23, 2010

Always Wear You Seat Belt

My dad sent me this ad today. It's so well done.

Do you always wear a seat belt? I grew up in a state that gave you a hefty $250 fine if you didn't. It was frustrating when cabs in NYC didn't have functional belts to fasten me in; the few times I took cabs for work. Thankfully I've never been in any serious crashes but I know of quite a few people who've been saved by them.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Cancun: The Big One

This is a long one! So click for more if you really want to go through the entire account of out trip. Click on the photos to view larger.

We had so much fun with Sir Luke's parents. It was a whirlwind adventure in one of the most beautiful places I've been. It turns out I'm an extremely nervous flier since I married Sir Luke. Not sure why but I wig out at every movement and sometimes no movement at all. It makes long flights nearly unbearable so sometimes layovers are best so it breaks up my travel.

When we arrived at our first stop in Mexico city it was freezing cold and raining and I regretted bringing only one pair of pants and no jacket. Thankfully when we got to Cancun and the humidity sunk in coupled with the 80 degree weather eased my mind over my light packing.

Our hotel was the most beautiful place I've ever stayed at. Our room faced the patio and the ocean. I've never swam in the Gulf of Mexico. It was gloriously warm.

Day 1: Market 28. Lucky for us Sir Luke's parets had been to Cancun in the past and knew all the right places to go. I felt a little silly buying souvenirs when I had barely seen the country but it was so much fun to wander and stuff our faces at the local eateries. I drank a lot of apple soda there. Mmm tasty. Mexico is known for pure vanilla and I was able to procure some on the cheap. Sir Luke scored some sterling silver cuff links (also a treasure of the area). It was quite helpful that he knew Spanish because as he started haggling the shop owners would soften up because he was fluent and respectful.

Plus I got this sweet purse. I love it.

Saturday, February 20, 2010


As a disclaimer this is just a little memoir I wrote on a drive back from CA over Christmas. I wrote it in a furry of boredom on the seven hour drive that should have been four. I could barely see my pen and paper because it was nearly pitch black and it took me a few days to decipher what I had penned. If you're so inclined read on if not you can hold out for the Cancun photos which I'm planning on posting Monday.
            “You can’t listen to this song quietly! It’s the antithesis of quiet,” I said to Luke as I turned up Shout! by the Isley Brothers.
            I grew up listening to the oldies of the 50s and 60s. I had no idea there was anything else in the world aside from Elvis, The Chirelles  or the like until I was twelve, a fact I relish in both pride and embarrassment.
            At my first middle school dance we all managed to form a circle the size of the school gym, a giant ring of awkward sixth graders about to be flung into puberty. The eighth graders on hand showed us how to slow dance. Boys with hands on girls’ hips (what was there, at least) and girls’ hands on boys’ shoulders and moving ever so slowly in a circle. Round and round until the song ended. These same boys I had played the cootie game with in elementary school were now timidly taking the hand of girls they’d once run from. Dancing slowly in circles, looking around the room. Looking at the floor, the exit sign, a punch bowl, anywhere but that girl’s eyes.
            Casey Clifford was my first slow dance partner. A boy I grew up with and attended church with. This kid I had always made fun of for his choirboy song voice turned out to be cool in middle school. Granted this dance was before he was fully enveloped in the cool kid clique like quicksand.
            Tell Me What You Want, by the Spice Girls was my friends and my anthem in 1996. When it came on we all screamed and jumped around affirming the power of girls to any boy in sight. We recited every word, memorized like the Pledge of Allegiance. I fully admit it still gets my blood pumping every time I hear it.
            Inevitably at every dance proceeding we would Shout! to Shout! Everyone knew that song and everyone raised they’re hands up and shouted to the music. We got low when we were called to “get a little bit softer now.” I felt like I was finally cool because my peers would dance to a song I actually knew and had known for years, unlike the six months I had heard the majority of music on the top 40 station KIIS FM.
            My first church sponsored dance was at fourteen. I went without my usual posse and rode along with my friend Joe and his sister Jill. I was so timid at first. The gym was nearly empty with perhaps twenty teenagers scattered around the cavernous room. I felt about six inches tall. Music echoed in the space and eventually I let my guard down. We danced the jig to the Cotton Eye Joe and of course Shouted! with the best of them. The highlight of my night came in the name of a boy named Micah. The first slow song of the night played out with me standing on the sidelines, or going to the bathroom. I decided to hang back with my little group dancing in slow motion when the second one came around. As I made a slow motion spin I spotted him. He was tan with dark hair and eyes, dreamy as all get out and walking straight toward me. Lucky for me by fourteen I had survived my formative awkward phase and wasn’t completely heinous looking to the opposite sex. “Do you want to dance?” he asked with hand outstretched.
            “Sure,” I said cavalierly, not wanting to seem too eager or let on of my instant enchantment with his hunkiness. My friend Joe had to sorta push me toward him because my feet had inexplicably become stuck to the floor. I lurched forward and took his hand. We turned round and round as was customary, but instead of both hands on my hips one had grasped mine, like grown ups. I felt very mature.
            He told me his name was Micah and that he went to T.O. (Thousand Oaks) high school. I suddenly felt a pang of jealousy for every girl at T.O. Their odds were vastly better than mine at capturing his heart. We made awkward small talk until the song ended and parted ways. The rest of the night flew by and I went home with fond memories of the night and a lingering thought of Micah.
            Unfortunately for Micah, he became my little obsession. I couldn’t stop talking about him to Keri or my friend Amy. For years Amy would doodle on my textbook covers for me, often memorializing that fleeting night and my continual admiration for Micah.
            I found out he played volleyball after a little reconnaissance; some might call it stalking. Suddenly I found myself at games every week. Keri would tag along being a lover of volleyball and good looking Polynesian guys. She once made a thirty-minute drive with me out to T.O. High School for one of our away games in football on the off chance that we might see him wandering the stands. And we did. We huddled together smiling, giggling and then pointing. Attempting to be covert but clearly being more conspicuous that the majority of the crowd. Of course he noticed and we did a Marx Brothers style turn in the other direction and booked it out of there.
            It became this running joke between Keri, Amy and me. We’d all be on the lookout for him any place we went where there was the off chance encounter. There was a regional church dance that brought us back together about a year later. Keri was the lucky winner of a slow dance with Micah to Lady In Red. I, on the other hand, was being seduced by an overzealous and overactive and pretty much over-everything Latino guy that couldn’t seem to keep any kind of Book of Mormon space between us. The fact was, we were all hooked on Micah and nothing else would do.
            The quasi-stalking thing went on for a couple years and by that time he had figured us out. We definitely weren’t trying to be subtle, but you’d never find us talking to him either.
            Before I finished high school I had moved on from my fascination but when I began attending college at BYU in the fall of 2002 I saw him. At least I’m fairly certain I did. He was leaving the student center. I couldn’t believe my luck! Perhaps we were destined to be together after all? The fact that he appeared to see me and bolt in the other direction didn’t deter me from running back to my dorm room to tell Amy and gush over the potential. “OMG!” she cried. It was a total OMG moment.
            I sometimes wonder what happened to him and if he remembers that chubby blonde girl that seemed to follow him everywhere he went for a few years. These days whenever I heard Shout! It reminds me of the glory days of church dances and the days when I always hoped for the chance to get another dance with Micah Porter.

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Red Velvet for my Valentine

I made a cake for Sir Luke for Valentine's Day. It was pretty easy but I didn't have red food coloring so I opted for pink... It could have been a little redder but still looked pretty!

I got the recipe off the Food Network website. I read the reviews and watched the How To: video before I made it, which was good because the recipe was different from the video... Silly Food Network. Most people wanted it more chocolatey so I added more and baked it for only 22 minutes.


Taste to be tested tomorrow. Crystal, you may start drooling now.

Friday, February 12, 2010

My Tree & Me

I'm really loving these modern posters from My Tree & Me. It's a great way to display your family history.




This would make such a great gift for a new mom or a sibling. I love this! I might have to make one for myself!

via: Martha Stewart Living

An Oldie

I forgot about this little beauty from almost three years ago. It really doesn't seem that long ago...

Featuring Seth, Christina, Chateau and Yancy.


We just got back from a trip to Cancun and I can't wait to share everything we were able to do there.

But in celebration of Valentine's Day I thought I'd share a few fun things I found around the internets.

Loving this DIY project form Design Sponge.

Better Homes and Gardens' Super Cute Heart Garland

These Secret Code Valentines by Martha are Sweet!

And I'm really hearting this Have A Heart Bust Necklace by Margaux Lange

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

We are SO good together!

Guess what was just released on 20x200!


We got ours a year or so ago on Reform School which I linked to yesterday. The red is great though and I love 20x200. They are my most favorite place to get fabulous affordable art. And this print has be rethinking spending bouco bucks on framing this awkward shaped print. Perhaps I can just use a chic binder clip?

I love the work of Dylan Fareed.


And I do really think We Are SO Good Together!