mmm bacon

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can't purge. won't purge.

I'm beginning to think that my greatest flaw is my nostalgia.

I'm really not much for swearing and I used to reprimand individuals who swore too much. But occasionally, that word has all the feeling that you need to express and it's bursting through your brain until you say it somewhere.

Damn. I miss you.

countdown

You know you've been working too much when you have a minor lazy-freakout which includes watching multiple episodes of How I Met Your Mother and then making a dance playlist late into the night. Yes, midnight is late.


I won't share the whole mix because it's a weird blend of old, new, pop, hiphop, dubstep, jazz?, and other styles. The majority are not fine quality. But here are the
First
and
Middle
and
Last
and
Sidedish
songs.
Last = I may have grown up in rural Indiana but this was my favorite song back in the day.  Vamos. I may not be the most excitable individual, prone to scheduling and focusing on details, but bareboned, if I could go, I would.
....And ...apparently I wanted to be a chic rapper as a youth? Bizarre. Got to sleep. Early meeting at the library tomorrow. Yeah. Rap. Library. You read both of those in this paragraph.

happiest

My best friend is getting married in two months. When I heard of her engagement a month ago, the wedding plan included just the two of them, her parents, and a pastor in the woods. Thankfully, that's changed.

Guys. In two months, I'm gonna stand next to my bestest bestest's man while she walks down the aisle. If I'm dying with happiness now, I dunno how I'm going to survive that day.

overnighter

I may not have escaped to another country but I've done my fair share of traveling this summer. Vegas, Seattle, Indiana, Boise.... And LA, Cedar City and Philadelphia yet to come.

This weekend was the Twilight Criterium in downtown Boise. I'm going to post my photos (taken with my awesome ghetto phone) in order of the races....slowest to fastest. The pros were incredible. 107 started the race and, as you can imagine on a 3-block course, it was packed in. There were laps where bikers came within 6 inches of my body. Wowza.

VK

Can I tell you that my weekend was magical? Because it was sure lovely. I've got a bundle of stories and pictures to tell you but instead of gushing everything at once, I'll tell you about the two hours that held the most beauty.

I packed a suitcase of age appropriate clothing. Blouses, dark jeans, dressy flats. I brought 80% of these home clean. The rest of my clothes (the running shorts and t-shirts), I had to put in a plastic bag because they were so filthy. One layer of dirt came Saturday morning. K-Ju arrived on her motorcycle, just as Grace's parents were leaving. I looked like quite the teenage rebel, donning a helmet, swinging my leg over the back and zooming off. Adios.

K-Ju's grey and pink helmet said "Hellion" on the back. That's what we were. Two hellions dining on Village Kitchen specials, then zooming down 100 N and onto Flint Road. Two hellions that stopped at the top of a hill and threw our arms open wide to the green embrace that is a midwestern summer. Sweet corn stands. Rolling fields. Lines of trees that hide running creeks. Hit the throttle one more time and don't slow down on the curve. From zero to silo in 60 seconds.

For the first time in five years, I didn't want to get on the plane coming back to Utah. I want more green, more humidity, more lightning bugs, more wide open spaces. I want to stay in a place that still has dirt roads. Where my heritage isn't just names on a paper, but barns and fields and the sweat of hard work.