a bold statement

I'm going to make a bold statement. 2010 has been the best year. Ever. If I could choose one word for 2010, it would absolutely be: epic.

Let's recap, shall we?

 a trip to the beautiful midwest

I fell in love with the Mississippi.

two Ragnar relays:

LA

 Wasatch Back

 

my sista Cami came back to me

I became an aunt...

... and a godmother

college graduation (finally!)

Idaho

concerts...

... with Michael Cera in them

Harry Potter 7 (part uno)

my first cello concert 

 

California

.... twice

and oh ummm Africa

I'm really not sure how I'll be able to beat this year but I'm always up for a challenge. I hope I can make that statement all over again.

I can't wait to see what 2011 holds.

Happy New Year!

oh harry

I have one word for you:
        

BUTTERBEER

If that word means nothing to you, please scooch yourself off my blog and go read the Harry Potter books then come back when you're ready.

If you have drooled over the thought of this brew every time you read about it, and hey, maybe you've daydreamed about it every now and then- this post is for you.

My sister sent me this recipe she found for butterbeer a while ago and I have been sitting on the edge of my seat awaiting the day that we would be able to whip up a batch. We finally got to make it a few weekends ago and ooooh boy it did not disappoint- a concoction even Severus Snape would be proud of. Next time I'm going to try heating it up (what happens when you cook soda??) but this is definitely a good start.

So roll up your sleeves, pull out your wands and get to work.

Cheers!

May your days be merry and bright-

Merry Christmas!

deck the halls

{Just}  {a}  {few}  {fun}  {links}  {to}  {keep}  {your}  {bells}  {jingling.}

{Merry} {Christmas!}

andrew bird

Watch this:



Then read this.

I saw this on a friend's facebook and HAD to share it. Who can pull this kind of stuff off? Oh just Andrew Bird, my friends.

συμφωνία

{Agreement or concord of sound.}

I love the cello. I love the symphony.

They're so naturally beautiful. No frills, no dressings, no dumb stage props, no stupid jokes between movements. This is the symphony. One of the oldest forms of music and entertainment. If you don't like it, you are classless. So straightforward.

If this or this doesn't move you- maybe you should get your heart checked. I think perhaps you've turned into the tin man. 

don't stop

I wish I could take credit for this but I guess I'll just have to be happy with being able to drive by it every day. If could meet the person who did do it I would give them a huge hug and kiss. 

Much love.

xoxo

bring the noise

aah. Life of a college graduate. I'm kind of living in this lovely limbo right now- caught between post-college and pre-real job- all the while living at home, allowing my parents to take care of my food and utilities, and my mom keeps begging me to let her buy me some new clothes (not kidding). I'm done with work by five at the latest every day and I get to coach young, budding runners three days a week at my old high school. I'm living the life, people. So what have I done with all of this new-found free time on my hands?


Well, one activity I have decided to devote some of my free-as-a-bird time to includes me becoming a re-born Jazz fan. I admit- I lost faith in them for a while there, after they got cheated out of a championship by none other than Michael Jordan and the Chicago Bulls, but I'm back with all systems on "go."

These fellas have been on fire this year. And lucky me, I have found a devout Jazz fan to help me in this re-birthing process.

meet Matt

We have Jazz games down to a science.

dinner. game at seven- bring the noise. large Coke no ice at the beginning of the third. with intermittent bathroom breaks (ok maybe that one is just me). stay till the end- no questions. freeze our buns on the way back to the car- exact same parking spot. and sometimes I can talk him into ice cream after.

it is definitely a goodtime with this guy

and these guys

Could this be their year??

*and I just found this gem of a quote from back in the glory days:

“Yeah, I got a way to defend it. Bring a bat to the game and kill one of them.”

-Nick Van Exel, on defending the Stockton-Malone Pick & Roll

You gotta love it, baby!

twinners

Grandpa and Ky 

{twinner bald spots}

guyann

As we were watching this commercial tonight I realized my parents have the exact same laugh. Hilarious.

Now that's true love folks.

ashton

Last weekend my mom and I got to escape the grind and go back to our roots- Ashton, Idaho.

Also known as the land of naps, books, fields, and homemade bread and jam.

We thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.