a short tale

Yesterday, I googled “Imperial Valley weather.” I just wanted to know what I was up against. I was surprised that the highs were just a little over 100. There were even some little rain clouds. I thought, “This can’t be right?” I glanced up, and sure enough, I was looking at Imperial Valley, Texas. I googled “Imperial, CA” and braced myself. Screen shot 2013-06-28 at 9.53.36 PM

My first thought: I need to get some shorts.

Now, I’ve never liked my legs. Don’t get me wrong, they’re very functional, but definitely not my favorite feature. I own a few pairs of shorts, mostly basketball shorts that I wear around the house, nothing that I could even go to Wal-Mart in, and that’s saying a lot.

After work yesterday, Tyson and I went to our little Cache Valley Mall in search of some modest shorts. I don’t want to say that it’s impossible to find modest clothes during the summer, but I will say that it’s easier to thread a needle in the dark.

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We finally found some pink shorts at JcPenney. They were $10, my size, and didn’t look like underwear. I snatched them up, tears in my eyes, and walked triumphantly to the cash register.


possibly the only picture that exists of me wearing shorts

I’m not going to lie, I mostly just put this picture up here so I could casually mention that I once ran walked a 5K with Tyson. Please be impressed.


california dreaming

Our countdown to California is in the single digits now, and we couldn’t be more excited! We can’t wait to spend time with our family and eat delicious food.

Tyson has been watching gas prices like a hawk, so about 75% of our conversations this week have been about gas prices. Don’t worry, it’s super romantic. I have been preparing for our California trip by thinking about what to wear and what color I’m going to paint my nails. Obviously it’s been pretty stressful around here.

This weekend, we’re doing fifty bajillion loads of laundry and preparing a playlist long enough to last us the entire drive to California. I know, we’re driving… And I’m actually way excited about it! I love road trips, and not just because they’re an excuse to eat your body weight in gummy worms. Having miles of road before you inspires the best conversations.

Just a few more days and we’ll be here:


first weekend of the summer

The week’s almost over, and I’m still thinking about the weekend. We drove down to Salt Lake City to see some of our California friends this past weekend. Any excuse to go down to Salt Lake (read: Target) is a good one, but visiting friends is definitely the best excuse.

We had been wanting to attend the Salt Lake temple for a while, so we finally went on Saturday. I wish I’d gotten a better picture, but this is the only one I took:


Doesn’t it just look like a castle?

As we were walking out of the temple, we saw all of the typical June sights: the brides in their white wedding dresses posing with their grooms by the temple doors. Then another little family caught my eye. It was a mom, a dad, and a little baby girl. They were all dressed in white, probably freshly sealed for time and eternity. My eyes filled with tears, even though I’m sure it was allergies or something. Families can be together forever. We hear that so often, we even sing songs about it, but seeing that little family just reminded me of how true it is.


maxi skirt and diet coke, my loyal companions

This weekend was filled with good food and good friends. As we were driving back to Logan, my heart was full. If every weekend this summer is half as good as this past one, we can call this a successful summer.

book report & topknot update

Topknot update: Remember how I was on my way to topknot perfection? Here’s where I’m at now:

20130619_094601It doesn’t look quite as effortless as I would like it to be (because it’s not), but it’s also not middle school librarian, so I guess that’s a step in the right direction. I’d give it a solid six on a ten point scale.

As for my books… It had been so long since I had been unable to put a book down that I almost thought that I had forgotten how to love a book with such intensity. Ever since I started my non-shrinking brain exercise, I’ve realized that I haven’t. Here’s what I’ve been reading:

  • I Feel Bad About My Neck And Other Thoughts On Being A Woman  by Nora Ephron – I don’t think I’ve ever laughed so much while reading a book. This is how I want to tell stories.
  • The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake by Aimee Bender – The prose was beautiful, but it got so, so weird towards the end. I finished the book around 2 am, Tyson asleep right beside me, and me not knowing who to talk to or how to deal with this ending. I googled “The Particular Sadness of Lemon Cake explanation” on my phone. I guess I wasn’t the only person confused about this book.
  • Sisterhood Everlasting by Ann Brashares – Remember those traveling pants books? They were all the rage when I was starting high school. I had always been curious about what happened to these four friends. I was surprised by how dark and sad it was. I still liked it, but I was expecting a light, fun read. I was not emotionally prepared to deal with fictional tragedies. And I’m still not sure if I’m a Lena or a Carmen, but I know I’m not a Bridget.

Currently reading:

  • The Giant’s House: A Romance by Elizabeth McCracken

summer equinox

I always have high expectations for the longest day of the year.

Expectation: After a long day of hiking, Tyson and I will snuggle on a blanket and watch the sun set while picking our future kids’ names. He will think my stories are hilarious, and lying so close to the grass will not make me itchy at all. After the sun sets, we will pick up our blanket and walk back to the car while holding hands. I will say, “We should do this more often” and mean it.

Reality: The sun hurts my eyes, the pollen in the air makes me sneeze, it’s either too hot or too cold, and it’s too bright for me to be able to see the screen on my phone.

After a nap that left me feeling more cranky than refreshed, Tyson finally convinced me to leave the house around 8:30 on Friday night. We had some old bread in the fridge, and Tyson wanted to go feed the ducks at the park.

I almost felt like Blair Waldorf as I got out of the car and walked towards the birds, Western Family bread in hand. Except Blair would never wear one of Chuck’s hoodies, mostly because Chuck Bass would probably not own a hoodie. I guess that makes Tyson my Dorota? I don’t know, my Gossip Girl references have gotten sloppy lately.


Either way, the ducks were being super gluttonous, so our stale bread was gone in a few minutes.

I’ve always thought that summer was kind of overrated, but I’m looking forward to this one. We have a trip to California planned, I have a birthday to celebrate, and my husband has a job (!). I don’t even mind that the days are getting shorter as long as I get to spend them with my Chuck/Dorota (Chuckorota?) Tyson. Happy Summer, everyone!