times long past

Auld Lang Syne = Times Long Past. I just googled that. Hence the blog title.
Oh 2012.
I'll really miss you.

This was easily the biggest and best year of my existence.

But before I start gloating about what a great year it's been let me start off with what I'm most ashamed of. Because that's the least important and easy to get out of the way.
  • This year Andy and I watched every episode of How I Met Your Mother, a lot of Family Guy, most of Law & Order SVU, Dr. Who, and New Girl, not to mention the hours and hours I spent watching Honey Boo-boo, Baby Story and every other show on TLC. Let's just say the TV is hardly OFF at our place.
  • I have almost 4,700 pins on pinterest...... Ahem. Some from last year. Most from this one. Let me just put a bag over my head in shame. How many hours....
  • I too easily jumped onto the instagram bandwagon and my photography has morphed into the vintage filter crap stuff you see everywhere. Gosh dang it. 
  • I downloaded Sims 3 and enjoyed every second I spent playing it.
  • I guilted Andy into buying me a new computer AND an iPhone. Don't get me wrong, I love them both. But I'm ashamed of my greedy needs. 
  • I didn't read A SINGLE BOOK. Not one. Compare that to high school where I read at least 2 a month. The thought is so embarrassing that I'm determined to read at least 10 in 2013. Ugh, I'm disgusting.
THERE. Done with those nasty confessions. Now we can enjoy what I'm proud of:

I spent an entire year in the BYU Illustration program. I took a total of 9 art classes in 2012 and I have SO much more confidence, especially in my figure drawing, photography, and painting skills. My career goals drastically changed. Rather than being a concept artist I see myself having an at-home studio. I've never been more excited. One of these days I'll photograph some of my stuff and post them on this bloggy. 

My family moved to Virginia this year and left us to be on our own, finally. I did not spend endless hours on the couch whining and crying that they deserted me. I did not become a flaky puddle of tears for an entire month..... Good riddance.... I secretly hope they move back. But in their absence, I've found a new family among Andy's siblings. They are, in fact, the only people I'd dare play Dirty Minds with. That makes them invaluable.

A year ago I smooched some hunk-of-a-man at midnight, not knowing that within a month I'd say yes and promise to smooch him every day for the rest of eternity.  I friggin got myself MARRIED to him this year. And not just that. These past 8 months have almost been a small slice of heaven-pie. It's been so fantastic and I never expected this. Not in a billion years. 

My grades plummeted to an unholy level while I was dating Andy last year. A serious embarrassment to many, I'm sure. I blame him. But this past semester I had a record high GPA of 3.56 which is not a small feat for me. Whatever. I'm okay with being worst student ever.

My friends were huge influences on me this year. Roommate talks, random lunch-dates, weekend movie nights--they all meant so much to me. Katie, Joelle, Becca, Estée, Jenna, Muzna, Lexi... you guys are the greatest. Now that I'm going to be 4 hours away from you all, I'm seriously going to be feeling your absence.

Because I was so horrible at documenting my life events in 2011, I decided last year to take on the 365 project and take a picture every day. I posted these pictures on facebook and somehow I got a huge following. If I didn't post a picture for a couple of days I would get texts and messages asking me if I'd died and if I would please resume my posting as my pictures were a large source of entertainment and people enjoyed living vicariously through them. I've been incredibly flattered.  My total amount of posted pictures was 352/366. That still equals 96% and I'm absolutely content with that. And although this project was muy bueno and lots of fun, I'm so relieved that it's over and I don't have the responsibility hanging over me every damn day.

all from my 366 project

And that's that.

Next time I'll be posting my resolutions. Hopefully I'll have some by then. Hopefully I can keep them up and not forget about them by February.
And hopefully I continue getting better at this life thing.

Until then,


simply having a wonderful christmastime

We are on the EAST COAST for the holidays this year-- as far east as you can get without hitting Europe or drowning in the Atlantic Ocean. That's right. The Allen's 2012 holiday season is on the beach. After having so many Christmases in Provo, a warmish beach in December is quite a transition. Warmish being about 50 degrees. But heck, this beach house we rented was a steal since it's the off season. And there was no way my parent's new housing situation would fit all 10 of us.

For the past week me and Andy have been exploring DC. My siblings were all still in school and we had an entire week to kill before their Christmas break. We've jumped from museum after museum. Saw Kermit at the Smithsonian. Studied up on evolution at the Natural History Museum. Spent hours and hours at the Air & Space Museum (Andy wants to be an astronaut. He was in heaven. It was all just a bunch of shiny planes to me, but ya know, still cool). Sprinted through Roy Lichtenstein's exhibit at the National Gallery (It was about to close. I was SO EXCITED. Missing that has been my biggest regret of this trip so far). My mom found us this sweet set-up with a lady in her ward who had a spare bedroom with a surprisingly comfortable air mattress. But we've hardly been there, what with all the time we're spending in the city.

Seeing my family for the first time in 5 months was so great. They've literally been right around the corner ever since I "left" for college. Now that they're gone I've realized how much I completely took advantage of their closeness. It's so fun to be right in the middle of them again.

In the car after getting picked up at the airport in Baltimore. They had a huge plate of brownies- hence Josh's beautiful brown teeth. 10 points if you can find Andy.

 For the past 2 days we've been kicking it back at this beach house. I've never been to Virginia Beach before and I about cried on the drive down to Sandbridge.


And not the way you'd expect. These beautiful beautiful colonial houses decorated in their Christmas lights surrounded by these huge yards and freakishly large trees. One after another after another. A Trader Joe's AND a Whole Foods right around the corner. So many ma & pa seafood diners. And a Super Target right next to a Wendy's that just about saved my life (long story). Long windy roads. Fields of farms and horses. And the beach. ALL RIGHT HERE. I'm already doing research on houses here. This is my destiny.

1// a present sent from my 6 year old cousin Lizzie 2// christmas eve classy dinner
3// matching brojamas, stewie style 4//we may not have a tree, but we gosh darn got some presents
5// talking to Sister Becca on the speaker phone

How about some Christmas day highlights?
  • Andy and I both bought things to put in each other's stocking. His Rockstar and giant bag of jalepeño cheetos are long gone. I am totes excited to watch my new Princess Bride movie. We got to stay up and fill them up after everyone else had gone to bed. 
  • Last night, all of the boys, including my dad, ripped off their shirts and dove into the ocean in their underwear. Gangham style was danced in the shallow end. Oh how I wish my camera wasn't dead at that moment. Oh did I mention? I forgot my battery charger so my nice Canon camera is dead to me until we get to Rexburg. Great timing, right? MISERY! 
  • Most of the gifts we got this year were events that the whole family could participate in. We're all going to go see Les Mis tomorrow, Ripley's Believe it or Not on another day, and finish up at a huge meal at Texas Roadhouse. They even gave me and Andy a gift card for our own date night. Such a great idea to give experiences as gifts. 
  • Liza took over Becca's usual role and made the video. She's complied all of the pictures, videos and favorite songs from this year and combined it all into a video that we watch on Christmas day. It's so awesome to go back and see how much we've changed in a year. We've been doing these videos since like 2006. 
  • My parents had my Grandparents in Provo mail over the Christmas stockings that were in storage with the rest of my parent's Christmas decorations without telling most of the kids. They weren't expecting them at all. In fact they even pulled out a couple of their own socks and laid them across the table. They were so surprised to see them sitting there this morning, chock full of goodies. Brina's face was hilarious. 
  • Watching Liza and Brina try to figure out how to play a game on the new Kinect. So awkward. What a weird gaming system. 
  • PHONE CALL WITH BECCA! I wasn't expecting that phone call to be as hard as it was. We all got a designated amount of minutes with her and I could hardly speak. She's only been gone for 5 months, but I feel like it's been absolutely forever. We are so close. I'm so lucky to have a sister like her. 
Okay well, I've taken 2 naps already today and haven't even bothered to layer on  deodorant  I think I'll go back to the kitchen for another plate of bacon and perhaps a glass of eggnog. 


We Went to a Wedding

And here be the proof:

After celebrating so SO much beforehand it was so great to finally get to see them become man and wife. Their families were amazingly welcoming and we felt perfectly involved in everything going on. Thanks for inviting us and we're so glad we could make it to your beautiful wedding!

On a side note- me and Andy finally made it to VIRGINIA after so many days of waiting and traveling! We are here, we are here and we are ready for some Christmas. And most especially some of our traditional russian tea cake making.


The Katie Parade

So my lover roommate ex-roommate Katherine Dianne is getting hitched to her Adam man in a mere 11 days. 

Being her most prized friend, it was partly my job to make sure she had a stellar bachelorette party and bridal shower. 

Her bachelorette party was to consist of dinner and dancing. Our plan was to go to Hooters for the dinner. The one Hooters in all of Utah is located in Sandy, so all of us jumped into my car dressed in our short skirts and high heels ready for some grub. But as we made our way to Hooters, we started thinking about the likelihood that this particular Hooters would be some kind of skummy smelly version of Wingers with waitresses that were slutty maybe 15 years ago. Ew. Not bachelorette party worthy. 
So we continued down the street to the one and only Cheesecake Factory.

Mmm much better. 

We spent a good amount of time there, chatting about married life, chatting about unmarried life, making our waiter extremely uncomfortable when he happened across us comparing boob sizes (yes that really happened). 
Then it was off to Area 51 for some extreme booty shaking. 
Andy still doesn't believe me when I say I discovered my inner sexy. 
There really is nothing sexy about how awkward I am and he sure does like to laugh at that. 
Then again, his only dance move is to flap like a chicken, so...

moi, joelly, katie, and jen
We were narrowly able to escape from the flock of men who lusted after our obvious Mormon hotness (I mean come on, we were all basically in cap sleeves and leggings. We didn't fool a soul.) Really, we just ended up dancing in our own circle and no one bothered us. Except for this one gentleman who still didn't feel like leaving even after we informed him that we were all married. "So am I" was his response. Such classy people up there in the hood of Salt Lake City. 
So that was our night. Clubbin' and chewin. So fun!

The next afternoon was Katie's bridal shower. A few weeks ago I designed her invites, which were super cute looking btw, and we sent them out to a pretty hefty amount of people. Joelle and I made food and planned for way too many. Our bad. But that just meant that me and Andy were sent home with enough soup for 3 days.

Joelle came up with this really fantastic *mash* like game. We got a ton of magazines, mostly from those free stands all around BYU, and there were a couple categories like house, pets, cars, jobs, and you cut out pictures of the magazine and paste them in the sections.

It was supposed to be us creating Katie's future and it was hilarious. In mine, Katie's future car was a hot-air-balloon-toaster hybrid and Adam's job was a bull-rider. Yeahyuh.

Anyway, both parties were a blast and I'm super happy for my Katie! After finals, we're driving down to AZ to see them get married and you can be hecka sure that I'll have a million pictures. 


Au Revoir November!

Basically, I laughed too hard at the brilliance of this. And the rest of these.
Gah I love gifs.

I'm struggling with my lack of Christmas spirit. Because there is no snow and we don't have a tree and my family's christmas traditions are all happening in Virginia, I sometimes forget that tomorrow is DECEMBER. Whaaaaaaat no. So I've been forcing myself to listen to Christmas music even though I feel like it could still be September. It's a little odd and it feels a bit out of place but I am determined to feel some kind of nostalgia this season.

My preferred Christmas music is not that 80's stuff that you hear on the radio all day. Oh no. There are recent covers of those lame classic songs. Last year I made a playlist of my favorite Christmas songs covered by like Coldplay and Bright Eyes and She & Him and Death Cab. Meander on over there if you feel like joining today's real life culture.

I also found this great website called "Hey It's Christmas" and they have free downloadable Christmas albums from the past 3 years. I'm making my way through 2012's right now and it's... well it's no Bing Crosby.  But if you're looking for a change in your Christmas rhythm, I recommend it.

Don't get me wrong. I do spend quite a bit of time listening to my "Swingin' Christmas Channel" on Pandora. Sometimes you just have to let The Beach Boys sing their "Little St. Nick."

Goodbye November!


Gurlz 2 Missionaries

I'm pretty sure that every single girl at BYU is leaving on an LDS mission right this second. 
Pretty sure that's true. 
Pretty sure. 
I've seen about 15 of my friends open their mission call in the past 2 weeks. 
That last sentence really isn't an exaggeration. 
Granted I am 20 years old so naturally most of my girl friends are about 20 years old, which now makes them eligible to be a missionary.
That seems so crazy now.

(BTW my half-birthday was last week which makes me 20.5 years old so let me quickly congratulate myself )


Of course I'm happy for them all. I mean a mission is an amazing thing. My sister Becca is on a mission right now and I couldn't be more happy about that. She's great. Basically born to be a missionary. I see how going on a mission changed Andy. He's a loony when it comes to discipline and working hard. It did him real good. 

Sometimes I start to wonder: if I wasn't married, would I be looking into going on a mission? Would I be in the mission field as well as my sister and all of my freshman friends? Serving the Lord and all that? Sometimes I start to wonder that... then I go Aw hell, I'm freaking married! To a STUD. I BEAT YOU ALL, SUCKAS!

Hah. Because that's the goal right?......For some people? 

Okay, the real thing I'm getting at with all this is this:
I am SO GLAD that the minimum age requirement for girls going on a mission changed from age 21 to 19. I felt like when marriage wasn't directly in sight and graduation was coming up quick, some BYU girls thought they had failed. And because they couldn't see how they could continue living in Provo UT as an unmarried 21 year old woman, they felt that the only remaining option was to drop everything and head out on a mission.
Stupid Utah culture. 
Yes, okay, I'm not exactly an expert on this subject because I'm married at 20.5 years of age. Never even had that opportunity to go on a mission. But I was raised with those who had that mindset and I was determined to be without it. Before meeting Andy my plans were graduate with a BFA after having done study abroads in France and dating a zillion french speaking hotties, then working for Pixar as their number one concept artist. I DID have plans and I was excited for them. Yes, those dreams fizzled slightly when I said "I do" and suddenly thirsted for babies and a pretty home, BUT for a SECOND I was going to be a successful artist. I guess I just don't see how some girls see marriage as the end. The goal. The finale. That is their dream--to be hitched eternally to their prince charming and pop out thousands of beautiful babies. And then their life is free and done. They can't see anything past that. 
And while marriage is great and fantastic and my favorite, I don't believe it to be the end. I love that my life is going to be such a journey and that it keeps going and I can keep living and growing and stuff. 
Wow this blog post really took a turn for the cheesy. Not my intention. 

Morale of the story:
Yay for young sister missionaries. Yay for all my friends who have decided to drop pinterest and iphones and instagram and school to serve the church and do amazing things. Yay that all my friends who are leaving are solid women with strong testimonies and willpower to do great things, not flimsy dreamers with no clues about life. You guys rock my world. Let the force be with you all! 



I would just like you all to know that I have created the perfect Pandora station. 

Yes. THE perfect station. 

You're thinking, 
Hang on there a second Rachel. Pandora stations are iffy. It's called PANDORA for a reason, ammiright? The point is that you don't know what you're going to get next. Jeez Louise.

K hold your confusion and allow me to elaborate. 

Through meticulous 'thumb upping' and 'thumb downing' and adding a few well thought out 'artist seeds', I've gotten to a point where it takes 8-9 fantastic songs before it is time to skip some kind of lame..... I dunno.... XX song. (I apologize to those who like the XX. They bore me.) I believe that is as perfect a station as you can get.

I like to think of it as some kind of complicated dish that I've been continuously making over the past few years. A little Beirut here, a touch of Dry the River, a sprinkle of Passion Pit, a dash of Phoenix....
I know you all have your preferred Pandora playlists. I am just becoming so proud of my Pandora baby. 
She's learned my taste!


I decided this station was at its peak moment when it played these songs all in a row:

"False Creek Change" by Said the Whale
"Memories & Dust" by Josh Pyke
"Always Remember" by Ry Cuming
"Good To Sea" by Pinback
"All I Know" by Matt the Electrician
"Crooked Lust" by Bowerbirds
"Come on Eileen" by Dexys Midnight Runners
"World News" by Local Natives
then "First Day of my Life" by Bright Eyes as a sentimental finale. 

So, if you are attached to any of the bands I've listed in this blog post, I invite you to click on THIS LINK to my Pandora account and start listening to "THE PERFECT STATION"

The end. 

This past week I was in LA and San Diego with Andy's family for Thanksgiving. I took SO MANY VIDEOS and hardly any pictures, so I'm going to work on compiling a video of our trip in the next few days. Maybe. I hope. 


Dima Rebus, favorite artist #19

In case you're wondering if I have an organized series of favorite artists, I do not.
I just assign a number when I find an artist I like. 
Just to confuse you.  

As you look at these morbid and edgy paintings by Dima Rebus, I suggest you listen to this song by Bowerbirds to enhance your experience. 
The tone of the song and the tone of these awesome watercolor paintings seem to reflect each other. 

I mean, check out the lyrics from this song:

And no, you're not alone. No, my cousins, you're not alone.
You're in our talons now, and we're never letting go.

You're in our headlights, frozen, and no, we're not stopping.
You may not believe, but even we were scared at first.
It takes a lot of nerve to destroy this wondrous earth.
We're only human; this at least we've learned.

A little unsettling, right?

These paintings make me really want to learn how to watercolor again. There's a certain style that comes with watercoloring. Oil painting has taken over my brain and I've completely forgotten how to do it. (I have proof of this in my sketchbook from that one time a few weeks ago I tried to watercolor a donut. Yup. It looks like a 2 year old did it.) 
Maybe I'll take a watercolor class when we move up to Idaho in January. It's a thought.

Okay, be sure to press play. Check this guy out:


Absolutely and exactly what I love. Subtle. Creepy. Really edgy. My favorite.

See a lot more here at his website: 

And keep listening to Bowerbirds. Their albums are great. 


The One Where Rachel Likes Snow

"What is wrong with you?? Seriously, something is wrong with your insides. Why are you like that!?"

This is something that Andy has been saying to me quite often as of late.
And no, he is not being abusive.
He says this because he sits in our apartment in a tshirt and shorts, while I am wrapped up in 2 thick blankets, sweatpants, long socks, a sweatshirt, and a scarf, and my teeth are still chattering.

I think I inherited my mom's chronic sensitivity to cold.

We in Utah seem to hate the weather, no matter what season it is. Although we do get all 4 seasons, spring and fall last about 2 weeks, we roast in the summer and get frostbite in the winter. Never ever in my life have I ever been a fan of the cold. I start shivering the second that 32º air touches my body. I'm also hilariously uncoordinated so skiing and sledding scare me to death. Although Christmas is great and I sure do love a nice cup of hot chocolate, winter has never been my time.

But now, despite my long history of hating winter, I think that wintertime is the most romantic time of the year.

That might be because I have a living space heater named Andy Vidmar around me at all times (I just pretend that he doesn't mind me pressing my icy cold toes against him.) It also could be because our entire courtship basically happened over the 5 of the coldest months of the year. But mostly, when it's snowy and freezing and we're sliding across the ice, it mostly just reminds me of that one time when he asked me to marry him.

Okay fine. I like the snow because I got this amazing new coat from H&M and I'm just happy to have an excuse to wear it everywhere I go.


My Life Lately

Well helllllooooooo there blog world. 
I'd like to turn your attention to my blog's newest face lift.
I'm still making adjustments but I'm really proud of my baby. I spent way more time than I'd care to admit learning new html codes and figuring out my wacom tablet. But alas, here be the results. 

It's been a super busy month. Luckily, I captured a few moments on my handy dandy new
(yes, I most likely am the most spoiled newly-wed around. luckily, andy is just as excited to play with my phone as I am. and don't worry, he'll get a new phone in february when his current plan expires)

So now that I am able to, here is my LIFE LATELY ACCORDING TO MY IPHONE post:

Something else I've been doing this past month:

My ex-roomie Katie got engaged to her beau and asked me to shoot some engagements. I'm so glad I took that Intro to Photography class this summer because now I feel like I can be helpful in these areas. Adam and Katie guys are so awkward adorable and these photoshoots were tons of fun. 

Sorry Katie. I had to include this one because it is just hilariously awkward.
Other than redo-ing my blog and taking some pictures, I've been going to school, and going to school for me involves a whole lot of drawing and painting. I'll be sure to post some pictures of my art soon because good golly gosh I feel like I've come so far since the beginning of this semester.

Only a few more weeks of school left. I really think I can do it!
Wish me luck. 


Me? Materialistic? Nahh....

You only need to be my follower on pinterest to know just how incredibly materialistic I can be.
I feel like everything I pin is at one point going to land in my future, whether it's my home, my closet, my hands, my stomach, whatever. My motto is: If I pin it, it shall be mine. Eventually. 

Most of the grant money we got when we got married went towards me. Andy bought me a brand new pretty shiny 15" Macbook Pro, paid for my tuition, and let me buy whatever art supplies I wanted needed. That, my friends, is a very large chunk of money. And he got himself zip. nada. null. Andy sees my greedy puppy face and just melts into a puddle and buys me whatever I want. One time I made the mistake of walking into Forever 21 without him. When he came to join me I had 4 different sweaters in my arms and I was jumping up and down going please please please please pleeease can I have them pleeease Andy? Pleeease?
And with a small amount of humming and hawwing from him they were mine.

Now I've got it in my head that I am in desperate need of an iPhone.

And this is the ONE TIME that Andy decided to get a backbone. Really! It's at this point that he decided to grow a pair and stand up to me.

He says that iPhones are expensive and involve a long term commitment and he's not sure that's something he wants to make a large investment in.

Practical fool.

My reasoning is that I have a rather grim phone history and I.... I just.... I NEED A SLEEK NEW BEAUTIFULLY FUNCTIONING SMART PHONE.

excellent cases, no?
1&2 are from this etsy shop
3 is from here, 4&5 from UO
My current phone is a 2 year old piece of <insert expletive here> that blanks out on me 1/2 the time and has giant black blotches all over the screen. (Just fyi, when you text me, I am trying to decipher at least %30 of what you're saying.)
Before the phone that I have now, I had this magnificent black brick that lasted 4 entire years. During the last 6 months of its life it was duct-taped together. At one point I had to squeeze the phone together in order for it to power on and send a text.

1st world problems, ammiright?

If you've done this difficult math problem correctly you'll have noticed that I've had 2, yes that's only 2 phones in my lifetime. I, Rachel, have never permanently lost or broken a phone.

So..... it makes sense that I deserve and iPhone, right?

And there are just so many app bandwagons that I am desperate to jump on. I have never touched Instagram in my life...... sniff...

In conclusion,
Andy, my dearest, if you happen to read this blog post (which is incredibly unlikely since he has yet to ever see my blog), will you set aside all knowledge of my bad materialistic habits and allow me to purchase an iPhone, and by doing so, allow me to enter into this wonderful technological age we live in?


Post Script:
Okay, all sarcasm aside, I know of some people who have said that their iPhone is one of the best purchases they've ever made. They say its an incredible investment. If you've got a iPhone, would you be a dear and leave me a comment saying why I should or shouldn't pursue this craving of mine?


I live for Fall

9 thoughts on what's happening in ma life right NOW:

1. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Babel.
Rekindling my already blazing firely love for Marcus and his Sons. I'm just whimpering for them right now. Favorites from their new album are "Babel" and "Lover's Eyes". 

I walk slow, I walk slow,
Take my hand
Help me on my way

Absolutely godsent, right?

2. How the crap did I miss the Emmy's??
Oh I know why. It's because one of my favorite cultural influences (my mother) decided to move across the country along with the rest of the club. She's my usual update on wordly affairs. I miss watching food network and reading people magazine at my parent's house.
Also, I was too distracted by my paints. I spent like 4 hours making this tedious color wheel for my oil painting class. That's what I get for falling behind: I get to take my classwork home with me. But it wasn't so bad because we Netflixed it up. Multiple episodes of Law and Order SVU, Rat Race, and Super 8 all in one night.

3. Sweater weather is quickly approaching! The world smells like rain. My closet is prepared and stacked full of sweaters and scarves and boots. That's basically all my closet is. I don't have a summer wardrobe, unless you include countless Target t-shirts and my one pair of stained purple shorts. So happy to light up my Volcano candle from Anthropologie and curl up with some herbal tea and a big blanket while watching all new seasons of my favorite tv shows. Speaking of, the return of BARNEY STINSON was last night and you can be absofruitly sure me and husbANDY and I watched it and I almost cried in excitement. Barney's 60 second monologue was incredibly epic. 

4. Obsessing over this coat:

I think this is going to be my fall purchase. 

5. Just bought 2 tickets to Les Miserables at the Shakespeare Festival in Cedar City. October 27. Closing night. And since we's married we can totally go to a hotel for the night and make a vacation out of it all. Holla what!!

6. I hardly ever make real dinners. Like stand in the kitchen over the stove and put my god given talents to the test. But when I actually take the time to do it, my meals are the bomb dot com. 
I mean, check out this gorgeousness:

And I don't care that I'm totally gloating right now. Because remember how I didn't know how to make mac and cheese from a box last year? Chyeah.

7. Lately, in between all my drawing and painting and studying and homeworking, I've been stealing away to my beautiful newish macbook pro to play the sims. Or to the tv to watch Law and Order (specifically SVU). And in between work and school and church and callings and eating and sleeping and computerizing, me and Andy are still finding time to get to know each other better. Although I hope our conversations are never overheard because I think we are crazy. Insane crazy. And really gross.

8. Sometimes I catch myself missing certain people. These people, specifically:

But then I stop myself and remember that I've never in my life been happier than I am when I'm with this dude: 

So I'm pretty okay.

9. Maybe one day I'll find time to post on this blog regularly. I always dream of being one of those fashionista mommy bloggers whose kids are sickeningly adorable. But until I pop one of them chillens out of my belly you're all going to have to wait for that. And that's not for a little while, so hold your horses.

Time to go fall asleep listening to some Daniel Tosh. That's our nightly routine, anyway. Until next time...


Older and Grosser

So this post really isn't related to anything, as it should be.
Considering the catastrophically large events that have happened in the past few weeks.
Namely my family moving across the country my sister leaving on her mission and my grandparents selling their house and school starting and me being pregnant and all that.
Hah! Totally got you on that pregnant thing. You're eyes went like this, right? O_O
I'm not pregnant.
But all this other stuff is giving me all kinds of stress.
Like to the point that my right eye was twitching constantly for 4 days straight.
And I had a migraine and was handicapped for a couple of hours.
And Andy just LOVES this side of me.
He really is so supportive. To the point, actually, it's kind of sickening to watch.
Like there I'll be, lying on the couch, again, for the third time that day, squeaking out something about how terrible it is for my family to have the nerve to care more for their overall well-being than my sanity.
And Andy relaxes next to me, stroking my hair as he watches Arrested Development and feeds me coffee ice-cream.
Honest to gosh, I don't know how he puts up with me.

So maybe I'll post about them moving sometime. I took a million picture of them moving out. I think it was easier to watch from behind a camera than in person.

But for now, lets set my droopy feelings aside and check out a coolio video:

I saw this video yesterday on my favorite French art blog (mmmmyesss I follow a French art blog because oui oui I speak the Francais)! The blog is called Fubiz and posts similar artsy stuff as This is Colossal and BOOOOOOOM!, which, yes, are art blogs too.

It's just a film of a bunch of people saying their age. But they do it in order so its from 1 to 100.

Oh and they're speaking Dutch. So I'd like to formally dedicate this video post to Estée.

This video scared me to death.
It started out cool. I was like,
awww cute foreign kids using guttural noises as they count! how sweet.
And then I was like okay, now you're starting to get gross. Stop getting older k? go back to the cute kids.
And then I started going
That 94 year old man FREAKED me out.
This video gave me an irrational fear of getting old. I've always been looking forward to old age and stuff and now it just flat creeps me out. It looks gross and awful. Puts me on edge.
But this video was a cool idea.

So I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.
Wish me luck with my emotions.
God speed.


Awake my Soul

Yeah I know. It's about time that I blogged about one of the most fantastic nights of my life.
That's right. 
I saw Mumford and Sons live at the Saltair on Wednesday. 
I convinced Andy a couple months ago that my happiness was worth the $70 per ticket, and at the time he very much did not agree with me. But once I said that he was allowed to by Halo 4 when it came out he was completely on board. Great compromising skills, right?

I can't even explain how awesome the Saltair is. According to the wikipedia article, the first Saltair resort was built in the 1890's and was the western version of Coney Island. It was a super popular amusement park built right on the edge of the Great Salt Lake. Only problem was it kept burning down and going out of business until it finally shut down during the great depression. Recently they've been trying to start it back up by having concerts there and now they've had Panic at the Disco, Ke$ha, Dave Matthews Band, and a bunch of others perform there and it's getting to be big again. 

So so pretty. Just an amazing venue. 
We walked inside, thinking it was going to be an indoor concert. It was busy with all the food stands and people using the bathrooms. There was a line going upstairs that only people over the age of 21 were allowed to join. The balcony was filled with drunk people having a riot, which left the lower floor to US!

Heck, we weren't complaining.
We got to stretch out, lay down on the grass, watch the sunset.
I mean, check out this view!!
We settled ourself right next to the fence. We were able to sit on the grass and still see. So awesome. Andy was quite content. 
The pre-show finally started. It was Slow Club and Nathaniel Rateliff. Not bad bands--I was entertained. I'd never heard of them before.

...and then.... and then.... and then... it was MUMFORD TIME!
I was hopping up and down. We ran forward to get a better view. I had tears in my eyes. Oh my good golly gosh because there was Marcus Mumford, about 70 feet away from my ears.

And this was the first picture of them that I took:

Now prepare yourself for a buttload of Mumford awesomeness because you can bet your bottom dollar that I took a million pictures.

They had this monstrous HD screen next to the stage and like 8 different camera men all over that took fantastic closeup videos of the entire band. 

And then it was over way too fast. Extremely way too fast. But I've never had so much fun at a concert in my life. They were absolutely perfect. Sounded just like their CD. 
Some highlights:
  • They came out on stage to the "Nottingham" song from the Disney Robin Hood because Robin Hood is Marcus' favorite super hero.
  • Winston talked about how they walked all around Salt Lake and saw the "big church where there was lots of weddings" and the "big building where you could fit 30,000"and that they ate at the Blue Lemon Café and it was fantastic. 
  • Since we were right next to the Great Salt Lake there were a million bugs and Winston said "Is anyone else getting bitten to shit?"
  • One of my favorite phrases that they said was "Thanks for being dead nice". 
  • They said that the Saltair was one of the coolest venues that they'd ever played at. And dude, they've toured all over Europe. But I'm sure all bands say that. 
Ahhh so fun I just want to go back. I hope they come again because Andy said the even HE would go again if they came back to Salt Lake. 

Well goodbye Marcus. Until next time.