Toodles Noodles (Provo Farewells)

It's that time of year in Provo-land again. Everybody with a pulse is getting all twitter-pated, making out with lovers, and planning weddings. For us single folk, it is the time to pack up three cars worth of stuff, pretend to clean, and skedaddle to the town limits. I have been anticipating this moment for a long  time, the moment when I get to sprint on home to my Hood River. Although I am pleased as panda bears that I am going back to OREGON, I really do love the little home I have created in Provo.

I love how the sun tricks you to wear short sleeve shirts out in the middle of winter. Sun does not equal warmth here.
I love how almost everyone is as big of a geek as me. Most of the University is obsessed with Harry Potter, LOTR, Chronicles of Narnia, or any other loserish series that involves magic and sexy Rangers. (Aragorn is so YUMMY.)
I love the people who sit on their arses instead of climbing at The Quarry. The mystery has never been solved as to why these individuals love to sit on carpet that smells of a million sweaty feet.
I love all the babies that get paraded around campus come spring-time. Once I saw a whole group of babies with rain boots on and I think I actually stopped breathing for a couple minutes.
I love all the sexy guys that seem to be everywhere...even if they don't love me.
I love fighting with Ellis-Island and teasing Logan till he cries. I also love being "clever" with Kristen and being obsessed with my Emma-friend and Steffen (hubby).
I love the large demographic of baby tractors in Utah Valley. I have no idea why there are so many, but  consider me thankful in every sense of the word.
I love spending a large portion of my monthly budget on curry. Lots and lots of curry.
I LOVE WINCO.
I love dressing up super cute the first week of class and then when I don't scope out any hotties, dressing up like a hobo for the rest of the semester.
I love being a whiney, needy child to my sister.
I love mountain/road biking, climbing, long boarding, roller blading, backcountry/XC/downhill skiing, and all other types of adventuring. I also like to brag about them. Get over it.

This is Steffen my husband. And do not ask me why I feel an innate need to mess up every picture. It really baffles me. And my Grandmother.

I love my Emma-friend. And it is impossible to say anything sarcastic about her. Besides the fact that her native language is mumbling. 

This is my "I am on top of a mountain" pose. 

Awkward Family Photo.

Most adorable baby-tractor I ever did see. 

The Quarry. Where the carpet smells and the people smell worse.

Da Pow Pow skis.

Ellis-Island. I can't go anywhere by myself without people getting overly concerned about where my other half is. 

I really do love Provo-town. See you in two!

Toodles to the Noodles.

Anyone want to go see Twilight with me?

Twilight: Breaking Dawn: Part Two is out in the DOLLAR THEATRE.
(Before I continue on this topic can I just say that the word "theatre" is so much fancier and prettier than it's "theater" counterpart? I only use the British version, which may make me seem pretentious, which is why I wear pearls and pantyhose everyday.)

I am sure you have either experienced the cinematic genius of Twilight or heard it from the movie-watching-grapevine. And when I say genius I mean it is so cheesy that it should win an Oscar for how outlandish it is. But as a self-proclaimed connoisseur of all things cheesy and romantic, it is paradise. It is a Vampire-Human love story people. And there are hot werewolves and its in the Pacific Northwest and Kristen Stewart is so awful I have no qualms about substituting my face in for hers.

Unfortunately no one wants to go with me. Apparently it's not Beasts of the Southern Wild or Clockwork Orange, so it's not worth watching. (I have seen neither of these so I really can't judge, but I am assuming these are hipsterish?)
I am this close to buying $10 worth of candy and watching it by myself. So that is what I am going to do. Tonight. And I will ENJOY it. I will giggle, get butterflies when there is a tender moment, and probably not cry because I do have some sense of propriety.

I can't take credit for this amaze-balls fan-made collage. But I can be slightly embarrassed that I looked this up in class and I am pretty sure people saw it.

How can you love a movie franchise as terrible as Twilight, you ask? Well, for the same reasons I love sparkles, celebrity gossip (thanks Yahoo!), country music (not Johnny Cash or any other visionary) and huge diamond rings. Because I do. All of these things bring me joy.
On the other hand I love classic literature, wearing no makeup, nature, and talking about philosophical issues. I am not a flat character who can be explained in one sentence.

Basically, I am just a big mess of contradictions. Do not judge me because I sometimes wish I could marry a hot billionaire. Because I also sometimes wish I could be a spinster and have a huge garden and write Pulitzer-winning novels while feeding my free-range sheep.

The point of this post was 1) try to find someone to go see Twilight with me and 2) prove that I am much lamer than you thought I was.

But since I am a great source of contradictions, let me show you that I also much cooler than you thought I was.
This week I;
Climbed indoors several times
Went skiing at Snowbird 4 times
Went back country skiing once
 XC skiing in the glorious sunshine we had on Sunday
Started translating the Book of Mormon into Spanish
Memorized my SSN (this was extremely necessary. Apparently it is an important thing to know?)
Did some P90X while our cross eyed kitty looked on. And when I say "ours" I mean the stray that I feed large quantities of milk to.
Went to the temple twice
And feasted upon the massaman curry at Thai Mango. Go there! It is life changing. But only if you get the massaman. Otherwise, it is only life enhancing.

Proving that XC skiing is indeed, very cool. 

Mt Timpanogus Cirque. We skied off the waterfall. (That's actually a lie. We went around it.)

And meet Cross-Eyed Kitty. What a beaut. 

Happy Tuesday! 

Lets talk about HEDGEHOGS

Important news folks, I saw a hedgehog in the wild two days ago.

Take a moment to process that. 

YES. A real hedgehog up in American Fork Canyon. I was cross country skiing down this treacherously icy road when I saw a little critter scamper across my path. On closer investigation I found that it was indeed a hedgehog and I proceeded to squeal with delight down the rest of the hill. 

Everyone has permission to buy me one of these as a Welcome-Home-From-Your-Mission-Present in two years. 

This one is wearing a tiny Santa hat. 

And this little guy is yawning. 

The whole point of this post was to notify you that wild hedgehog sightings are scarce, but not non-existent. You're welcome for the valuable information. 

And did I mention that cross country skiing is terrifyingly exhilarating? I think there is something about having no control that just makes it ten times more hilarious. 

And don't get me started on sledding. I went for the first time in years this week. SO. PAINFUL. I am fairly certain that nothing hurts children. We went to the local sledding hill and the kids there were maniacs. Huge jump, flat landing, on a tube? No thanks. 

I am just so grateful for all of the wonderful adventures I get to go on everyday. Life is the best gift we are given. There are so many things I haven't experienced yet and I am just so excited for everything that will come my way. For instance, I am going to get my very own library card today so I can read a million books on my road trip to OREGON this weekend. I am very very very happy that I will get to ski ski and read read and play play with my family for a couple of days. So go on an adventure and smile because there are wonderful things like hedgehogs and snow in this world. 

Fat Pants Month

I have found that January is my new Fat Pants Month. If you haven't had one of these for yourselves, I highly recommend it. It entails exciting things such as hiding your P90X dvd's, eating a lot of bratwursts, and avoiding all of your adorable skinny jeans. Seriously, that last part is essential to having a successful Fat Pants Month. Ignore me if you want, but squeezing into jeans that fit you comfortably last month is not conducive for high self-esteem. I recommend wearing an assortment of sweats and comfy pants until you decide to start exercising again.

January was a good month for me. I respect my body for being so lazy and going into hibernation mode. It shows a certain level of contentment. But alas, it is time to say my farewells to Fat Pants Month and move on. 

I apologize to you for how beautiful I am. It's a problem. 

As for fun things I have done recently; 

Climbing indoors 

XC skiing down HUGE hills, completely out of control 

Skiing pow pow at The Bird

Going to the passport office three days in a row- taking absurd amounts of complementary candy 

Going to WinCo (always a highlight) THEY HAD PIZZA SAMPLES

Receiving four letters in one day

Have a happy Thursday night!