Pixels de digital can't we PLEASE be friends???

On occasion I have a very difficult time looking past the present. This most often happens when taking pictures. Yes a few are fun, and its a blast to go back and look at them later, but while most girls seems to get a thirll at capturing every moment multiple times I kinda combine my "no clutter policy" with my "I hate holding things" syndrome and also my "I'm irresponsible and never charge my electronics" illness. The result is my crackypants just flying on after about picture 3.

One particular incident stants out in my mind. The lcoation: Calgary, Alberta, Oh Canada. Sarah and Tiffy and I went to the Calgary Stampede. We had spent the day watching chuckwagans race and eating poutine, and now the night concert. Oh the wonders of the night concert! Fireworks, dancing people dangling above my head. Motorscycles launching over and across the stage, stretchy tights, elaborate costumes, angelic singers, bright lights, NOISE, just the works! I mean I love anything on a stage and this show was like the circus meets american idol meets Hairspray meets the mad hatter. Just fantastic. So eyes sprakling and glued to the stage I am very much enjoying my Calgary stampede experience. My dearest friend Sarah I'm sure was also enjoying the show and thought to digitally capture the magical moment. Ok, fine, I will look away for a few seconds for the picture, but one picture turnd into about 5 and that went over my limit. In the 6th picture I did look at the camera, but you can bet I did NOT smile. I frowned. I frowned with hate in my eyes ;( And then I rudley said "There's a million things my eyes would rahter look at right now then your camera lense". The next few pictures were taken without me in them... um grumpy??? mean??? yikes!! Poor Sarah was only capturing a wonderful trip, and you better beleive that I absolutley loved going through every picture 2 weeks later and I felt really bad about what I said.

That was a year ago and I'm proud to say i've spent the last 12 months trying to be more patient about picture taking. My tolerance for the whole ordeal has greatly increased as have my enjoyment levels:) (I would even call the bridal party pictures we took at the temple after Tiffs wedding ... FUN!!!- it also helped that tiffys mom brought cheese buns for us:) yum.)

My next step has been to now become the picture taker. I go up and down with this, but on the whole I spend a lot more time promising to take pictures and a lot less time actually doing anything with my camera.

Time for a confession: It was my best friends wedding this last weekend. (Thats a real life statement I wasn't referencing the movie). I brought my camera... :) I did not take one single picture. Ok I took one picture... two pictures. When I was stopped at the border I tried to be artistic and I took one of my rearview mirror and one of my feet. They were both hidiouse and have since been deleted. I feel bad that I didn't take any pictures. I'm slacking hardcore in my picture taking goals and there's no reward in goal slacking. Honestly, the thought of taking pictures seems dreary, but i'm going to do it. It's so fun to look at them later.. why does it feel like such a hassel??? I really do LOVE looking at pictures and having pictures, I DO!! now if I could just remember that during the picture taking moment... I might be more successful. Ok life, let the good times roll cause i'ma capture me 10 fun moments this week with digital pixels!!!

I Heart Mr. Goodbar

At work there is this glass bowl that is always filled with mini candybars. I am not shy about enjoying this bowl. Often. and Generously. and yet, it NEVER gets empty!!! I havn't figured out who yet, but somebody in the office is very prompt and diligent when it comes to mini candybar consumption. I imagine they have a small garden in their office where they plant mini candybar seeds and water and nurture them to grow. Thankyou Mr. Candybar farmer.

an amusing memory

Last week Matts dad said he would buy him a gun. Both felt it nessasary to try shooting guns before deciding on one to buy. So last Wednesday Matt went to a shooting range and ...since his roommate elder didn't want to go... I got to come along:) (how much do I love being 2nd choice to a dude? haha actually i much prefer it to being 2nd to a girl- mothers and sisters exempt of course) anyways, Matty brings this gun back to try and its called...... HK!!!!! you can imagine the sqeal of delight and childlike beam that came to my face. HK is so much more than my initials. Everyone on my rugby team and my very close friends in high school call me HK. It is a name I answer to promtply and lovingly. Oh Matt!, I exclaim. You must choose this one!! He begins loading the gun, but is having a bit of trouble. "Looks like the HK is a little too smart for you" I comment "No" he says, "just complicated" Then he kisses me on top the head.

After we went to Applebees. I got a cheeseburger and Matty got some sort of pasta and chicken dish. The waitress who brought us our food gave us the wrong ones lol no no the man burger was definately ordered by me thanks. but it was ok because we both ate half of each. Eating half of each is one of my favorite things. You get to try twice as much food! yes i'm going to use these two words. Kindred and spirit


also... it should be mentioned that Matt left yesterday. When hes gone I tend to talk about him to others a bit much... it may also sneak into my blogg. If our curiouse he went to hike 75 miles up a mountain with an 87 lb pack. Poor boy:(

I love you mom and dad!

Every morning a delightful thing happens. I skip down the stairs and open the fridge to find wonderful contianers of food meant especially to be tucked into my backpack, carried off to work and enjoyed at lunch. Sometimes mom makes me a special salad, sometimes dad creates a special stir fry for me, on other occasions I snag the left overs from dinner. It is perhaps my most favorite part of my morning routine and I leave with a heartfelt appreciation for my parentals. They are kind people. and very good cooks. But Alas, today (for the first time all summer) there was no friendly tupperware awaiting my companionship. So... I decided I would take on a challege. I decided to try to go a whole day without eating. It sounds like i'm on a diet or trying to lose wieght. I asure you i'm not. It just sounded so inviting to have something hard to do, but all the magic in that idea wore off around twelve. Lucky for me the office just stocked up on snacks:)

like or like like

I've been debating whether I should actually blog about this or not. Which almost always means ya probably shouldn't, but... I kinda just want to:) hehe SO... at the extreme risk of being psycho, i'm going to blog about .... a boy.

Blogging friends... meet Matthew T. Burningham





He's a cheerful adventurous boy with a wide range of interests including knives, cooking, all things nature, salsa dancing and taylor swift. He's in the airforce training to be a sere specialist. Being a sere specialist is a lot like being Jason Borne. One could pretty accuartely say that Matty is training to be Mr. Borne. One would also be correct in describing his life as demanding. Like highly demanding, but that it also makes him desciplined, tough, hardworking and honest. He teases like crazy and sure makes me laugh a lot. :) He is righteouse and fun and As it turns out, (big breath)...we are dating. (I can already feel myself regretting this post)

ps. Dear Family (mostly Uncle Terry and Uncle keola;)) He is a returned missionary with a solid testimony and a righteouse glow:) ...he went to Spain

To see Matty eat a bug go here!! http://www.facebook.com/home.php#!/video/video.php?v=771314093389&comments&set=t.1132050099&type=1

Que to the Tal!!

Aloha mi amigos de blogging! So there came this period of 7 months where I had absolutly no motivation nor interest to blog. like zero. BUT... I would like two things to be known. 1. To my credit I have been writting in my journal. Sometimes it's hard to do both and the Journal needed to know I like him the same as my blog. We just needed some time together. 2. I have not been completely gone... in fact (as creepy as this kinda is) I've been logging in to the ole blog at least once a week and reading everyones posts. That haveing been said there are a few things that need to be blogged.

1. Solve the mystery! (Jessica I dedicate this to you;) )
Thanksgiving... where do I go you ask????? It was New York City baby :) My uncle printed up these amazing itineraries. (he does this for nearly all of his planned events. It is both incredibly useful and just really cute) The whole trip was such a blast! One of the DC highlights for sure!

2. The shout outs
Theres a lot of theses. Shout out to the capital of America! This is a place where I learned that I can do hard things and even make a little bit of a difference:) Shout out to the Sakais! Some of my fondest DC memories were spent at their house. It was my save haven from stress. like I can't even explain. The spirit in their home is so strong and I adore my Auntie Kim and Uncle Keola. Auntie Kim is hilariouse, Uncle Keola is so quarky... which in turn also makes him hilariouse and the banter and obviouse friendship between the two of them is special and adorable. I miss them! Shout out to the cutest girl in the world! Lillie!! Lillie is a firework and I loved every second of every cousin party I had with her. She is so many special things:) Shout out to Wilson High School! I fell head over heels in love with every student there.

3. Where I am now
I graduated in December and moved back home. Like in with my parents. As in I share a room with my 11 year old sister, actually I share a bed with this child. I finished out the school year substitute teaching, and have not applied for jobs or even really done much in the way of making my resume cool. It sounds pretty bad I know, but here's the funny thing. These last 7 months have been so fulfilling and progressing making, and i've been so happy. My original plan was come home sub out the year then go begin life and contribute positively to society. There were many options: teach internationally, mission, HAWAII!!!, DC. It was exciting to think of all the places and advuentures I could go do, but as I pondered and prayed I just felt so much like I needed to stay home. (why is Hawaii never the answer??) Of all the options staying home is probalby not the most exciting, but its the one that stands out. And the Lord has this funny way of reassuring me i'm in the right place. Heavenly father, I asked, should I go on a mission?? he gives me some cool promptings and then boom. i'm called as a seminary teacher. ok Heavenly father so I know i'm suppose to stay home, but I think i'm going to go on a little summer adventure,boom he puts me in releif society. There's this scary pattern of everytime I think of leaving I get strapped with some big church resopnsibilities that keep me tied to the cheney institute building. SO, hint taken I'm in cheney. but really it's been this special time where Kale is home and I've gotten to spend time with my family all together, i've become really involved in my little singles ward and made some amazing friends there. I know i'm where I'm suppose to be and thats a peaceful thing.