Oh Anna

Quite often Anna and I pretend to be everyday, stereotypical people and make comments that those particular people would make. You know the types I'm talking about: sporty, French, controversial, nervous, sales people etc. Today we were in the car and Anna pretended to be a person who is really into cars-- and this is what she said:

"Dude, I really want one of those sweet-a$$ Porsche-Camaros."

I don't know very much about cars, but I do know that a Porsche and Camaro are two separate cars, not one singular vehicle. Oh Anna.



It's been so nice coming home over my school break, believe me--much needed! Surprisingly though, I find myself missing my new home more than anticipated. I think I've especially become attached to the wildlife and the time I get to spend outside, I love it. My new goal is to finally have a face-to-face encounter with one of these guys:

His name is Javelina Pig, notorious for being sneaky and FAST. I almost saw one a few weeks ago but only managed to catch his shadow. I look forward to the day when I can post a photo of the two of us shaking hands and agreeing on something, probably how unnaturally blonde my eyebrows are becoming (ugh). Anyway, I'll get some good landscape painting in this summer, perhaps we'll meet then.

So basically I never thought I'd say this--but I kind of miss you Arizona.



See how long you can last watching this clip before you start to feel awkward...


Eye see you...

Today I escorted Anna on her trip to the eye doctor. She put up a pretty good fight in the doctor's office just like a cat at the vet-- resisting everything the doctor brought toward her face. Turns out she needs contact. You heard me right, just one contact lens. Here's a picture of her sporting those really neat plastic sunglasses the eye doctor provides upon departure:
I felt like I was driving around Ray Charles, she was singing the whole way home.



You're a wonderful mother and my best friend, I love you. Happy Mother's Day!



Now I'm not one to set major goals for the new year, in fact--I kind of feel like we should be setting new goals every day, but at the beginning of January I was a sucker and set two major goals:

1. Remember to put on deodorant everyday.
2. Learn how to moonwalk.

I have followed through with both and now I can do them simultaneously. So if you're interested and the right conditions are provided, I can demonstrate this.

Also, I'm coming home this weekend all the way until June and I can't wait. The first thing I'm going to do is follow my parents around like a 5 year old until they remind me I'm 23, then I'll force Anna to hang out with me and tell me what is cool these days, then possibly try perform some magic to make Utah warm again...it's the least I can do.

See you soon, some of you!


Beware the desert..

Every night around 2am I hear the same noise outside my window: a strange, high-pitched gurgling of the throat followed by what I can only describe as robotic bleeps . I'm assuming this creature is some evolved form of a nocturnal lizard that makes his way out of the rocks and into the moonlight to parade around in all his glory, terrifying me in the process.

As logical as I try to keep this scenario in my head, I can't help but delve into the thoughts of the extra terrestrial and paranormal. Don't get me wrong, I'm well aware that the desert is brimming with bizarre creatures that only come out at night and make insane noises, and yes--most likely this thing is a lizard of some kind. However, late at night the desert can be extremely eerie, and this is the vision that comes to mind when I hear the noise:

Taunting me with math.


Happy Birthday Dad!

You simply are the best.