maybe

february is okay

my new job has kind of kept me from blogging. that, or the fact that I've been more sickly than I ever have in my life. found out yesterday that it's bronchial/viral pneumonia. a new antibiotic, inhaler and $200 later I'm feeling just about the same. awesome. nothing says "I'm sickly" quite like an inhaler.

speaking of which, the new job has been a dream. I am a big girl now, keeping big girl hours which means I can't stay up til 3am watching The First 48 or Kim & Kourtney Take New York (if you haven't watched these, watch them. they are SO addicting).

I'm the brand new marketing director at Pinnacle Quality Insight in Salt Lake, and so far I am loving it. it is the perfect amount of design/branding/writing/freedom/facebooking that I could ever ask for. more to come on that later. I even asked why they decided to hire me out of all of their way more qualified candidates (taboo? maybe. I just needed to know.) I start traveling next month, excited to rack up those frequent fliers. who wants to see me?

valentine's day was way more eventful and nice than I thought it was going to be, because it included dinner at Carrabba's and these beauties. bless his heart.


and today was a lovely surprise, as it always is when I get to see my favorite nephews, and best older sister in the entire world. met them for cafe rio, fought over house dressing, and loved every minute of it. she makes good bebis.

P.S. iPhone made it safe and sound to me last Tuesday. iGot it. iLove it. iRecommend it.

if the shoe fits

you know what they say...if the shoe fits, buy it.

I feel like this winter may not be particularly wet or filled with tons of snow, but it's definitely colder than I remember some of these winters being. actually, for sure it is. I used to wear flip-flips until I absolutely could not wear them anymore, and that day came in October last year.

because of this small fact, I've had to buy even more boots. my feet are always cold, never not cold. thanks to the Nordstrom shoe expertise of Miss Richelle McGuire, I brought home my very own Corso Comos on Tuesday.

I think I may have FINALLY found a place in Salt Lake City. it is this very darling house, with these very darling girls, and one of them just so happens to be mine and Andre's friend Heather. right near capitol hill, the house was renovated, and then taken over my anthropologie. my bedroom is ginormous, two sinks in my very own bathroom, and a walk-in closet. we celebrated by eating noodles at Charlie Chow's with Fishkins, Heather, Andre', Richelle, Todd, Adam, aaaand Adam's friend. sorry, I can't remember your name.

Andre' and Fish are so cute together, don't you think? twins. besties. Andre' is jealous I'm moving to Salt Lake.

Sidenote: I realized last night at dinner that when I move to Salt Lake, I will live the furthest I ever have from Andre' in my life, all 24 years of it. (minus his Argentine mission, which re-surfaced yesterday on Facebook. don't think I missed much...)

my iPhone is ordered, and will be here in 6 days. NEXT THURSDAY! which is just fine with me, because the Blackberry that I thought was done acting up keeps freezing. if you can't get a hold of me, I'm not ignoring you, I just can't answer. unless I am ignoring you.

speaking of things happening next week, my new job starts Monday. am I nervous? excited? I don't know. I don't really feel ready for a grown up job, and I just keep thinking to myself, I hope I know what they're doing.

my toes are froze

Seven. seven degrees. feels like, -5. every year, winter comes to Utah. and every year, I am surprised that I have lived here in these types of conditions for four years. am I even required to leave the house in these types of conditions? because I don't want to.

also, just barely saw a runner outside, 12:30am in Provo. regardless of what time of day, or what time of year, someone is ALWAYS out for a run in Provo. kind of absurd. very predictable.

the brad bachelor. week 5.

- Brad, you're wearing a vest.

- glad Shawntel is still holding onto that running/jumping into his arms thing. don't hurt him.

-all of a sudden I want to go shopping in Vegas.


-I can't stop thinking about how she sees dead people.

-how is she all of a sudden someone he can see himself spending the rest of his life with? isn't this their first one on one date? where did she even come from?

-I hate that purse. but I wish I had it anyway.

-brit- what are you wearing? the cap? a white fuzzy robe?

-was it necessary for shawntel to have to get ready in the hotel with everyone else looking on and hating her even more?

-"I really want to take this time to tell him that I stuff dead people."

-I would probably recommend never using the words "orifices" or "vein drain" on a first date. or any date. or at dinner.

-brad: way too many hand gestures. say what you mean. use your words.

-flip-flops and a fendi dress. that's cool I guess.

-what is Brit doing here? how does she keep getting invited to these dates?

-the Ashleys are friends?

-Las Vegas is NOT looking good on Michelle. zits...fuzzy hair.

-Ashley H., please let me fix your eyebrows. I have a license.

-Brit, loving the neon outfits and white KEDS.

-Michelle is crazy.

-not sure if I could love Emily any more at this point.


-"I swear, I'm usually fun!" emily you are darling. I pick you.

-can she even see over the steering wheel? is this safe?

-Alli has the worst attitude. gross.

-"we all have problems, we all have issues" oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realize you lost a spouse.

-bad body language Brad. so glad Emily put him in his place. you are old.
Emily manned up, you need to.

-lots of drinking...a lot of emotional highs...and lows...

-whoa. the L-bomb. gross.

-too bad Brad and Michelle can't have a normal conversation...oh, good makeout instead.

-Ashley H. big forehead. bad hair. bad eyebrows.

-Ashley S. baby voice. really annoying baby voice.

-"I'm always trying to convince someone to be with me." I get that. I do. hits home a little bit.

-the extraordinary wife comment for somebody else hurts a little bit. be sensitive brad.

-Ashley H. did not seem half as sad as Ashley S. said she would..wait. punched. in the face. and in the heart.

-Brit only wears neon. never not wearing neon.

-what intense connection? I don't see it.

-the Elvis "Lonely Tonight" montage is almost as painful as Taylor Swift Pandora radio after a breakup. almost.

-your first instinct may be to close yourself off Brad, but straight to the therapist isn't much better. enough with the life coach.

-I feel bad for giving her this much attention, but Michelle is straight crazy. the lap dance was cool though, and not even trashy.

-dang. cute notes don't work, and get you sent home. note to self.

-team Emily.

oh mondays

sidenote: this is my last monday as a kiddo. I grow up next week, and will be working every monday, probably for the rest of my life. 7 more days.

iNeed this

I don't have a really good track record with phones, but I'm not ready to take full responsibility. maybe when I'm 25.

my phones have had a history of dying some pretty tragic deaths, may they rest in peace. more recently, I have gone through two blackberries in the past four months, and to the same thing: it just decides to stop working.

yesterday, I picked up the phone to text an ex, and the phone broke in my hands. I'm going to go ahead and take that as a sign.


the screen is frozen, I'm due for an upgrade, and Verizon isn't letting me have the iPhone until February 10. that is 4 days, 12 hours, and 45 minutes from now.

that's a long time to go without a phone.