Falling to Idaho

Marcus in the morning is my favorite DJ in the world (94.9 ZRock).  He is a hot, hilarious ball of delightful giggles.  He hooked me up with a trip to Idaho with his promotions director, Bonnie and him last Thursday, a quick trip up and back. I love them so much! We went up to see some fantastic bands: Royal Bliss, Warrant and Cinderella.

Marcus and I...see how hot he is and awkward I am
The story occurred before we even left Utah.  We stopped at this ghetto little Maverick to juice up for the journey.The cashier had the best hair ever, you could see where the bump-it ended and her hair started. Fantastic...I love Utah.It is so awkward...we had to document it

Just look at it, it's like a growth off her head,
Bonnie can't even look at her it's so ridiculous


Timp's Midnight Madness

Last Friday I made a decision, probably one of the worst decisions of my life: Timpanogas midnight hike. It's a life goal that I should have erased instead of completed...Four hours of the most treacherous terrain. Maybe I exaggerate a little. The hike itself wasn't that bad, but my lung power hated it. When we got to the top, it was 37 degrees and my little jacket did not help. We had an hour and a helf until sunrise and I didn't think I would make it. Worst decision ever.

Cold enough for a space blanket, says Tiffany
While everyone went to the real summit; Tiffany, Takara and I stayed behind. The higher they went, the more wind and the coler it would be. So Liz busted out a blanket for use while we waited, a space blanket. That's right, we even had a space blanket and we were still freezing.

Takara and I trying to pretend like this is fun and worth it

The view in the daylight

 Magical Sunrise

I sat upon the mountain and I thought, "Check, life goal completed." So was this sunrise worth it? I have seen many a sunrise in my day. Girls Camp, family vacations and quests for shooting stars have granted me this opportunity more than once a year. Utah mountains are something special to me. They are so strong and seem to be standing guard at all times. This hike was perilous and the sight was gorgeous, but I can see this lovely sight any place in Utah- the mountains are everywhere. 
So next time count me out of the Timpanogas hike, I'll take the elevator, thanks.


Barking babies

Babies are funny creatures. Although I don't mind babies very much, the under 2 year old population's general is unfavorable towards Michelle.
My own nieces and nephews used to burst into tears while I wrapped them in my arms.  Nothing is more wonderful than holding a blue-eyed, chubby, dimpled baby.  Those little babies will look up at me with wide eyes, wrinkle their cheeks just a bit and cry like I've just stabbed them with hundreds of needles.
Last night, after a rough day, I headed to my personal bar-like place, "7-Eleven".  I headed out into the dark humid heat for my icy diet Coke beverage (preferably with some Lime-age).
The walk favored a few neighbors as well.  A group of friends and a young couple pushing a child in a stroller. A strange noise issued from the stroller and I thought I heard the baby talking or something. How cute....
I was pretty excited to see the child leaning out of the stroller to look at me. 
The kid was not crying, but talking to me...how cute. So I listened carefully, to hear what the kid was saying. As I leaned in, I found out the baby wasn't crying or speaking to me--the baby was barking.
Barking, as in a small dog sound, not the fake "woof" or "bark"; the baby was legitimately barking at me. It's pretty bad when a baby cries in your face, or even when a baby kicks you, but this was a completely different playing field.
So here's to you, little baby in a stroller, introducing me to a completely new level of shame.


Wild Cow Milking

I haven't updated the blog in forever! Life has been pretty interesting and I have been trying to keep a mental list of all my potential blogs. For this one I want to step back to July 23, 2010. My best friend, Brandon, is an interesting man (single btw ladies). Brandon likes country and metal music, clubs, scary movies, drives a big fat truck, and loves Taco Bell. He's fantastic and the best (not blood) brother I know.
 He invited me to go on this double date thing with his brother and his brother's "friend" (who didn't end up going) to the Days of 47 Rodeo 2010. I have never been to a rodeo. I don't feel the need, but I love Brandon and I haven't seen him or hung out with him in a really long time.
It was epic. Epic--as in "tight Wrangler jeans, big hats and cut-off plaid shirts epic".
I laughed, I cried inside and fully enjoyed myself. I thought I would share some moments with youl
First of all, the Army brought the flag down from the ceiling for the Pledge of Allegience (which I haven't said since the sixth grade). Men in uniform, coming down from the cieling....epic.
 First event...the classic bronco....fantastic pic right?

At some point, this guy fell off the horse and hit his head. Brandon and I counted people standing around him....that's 12 people, not counting the two paramedics...lol...lots of love...He ended up being the only one to go to the hospital (for "precautionary" measures). Sure, I go to the hospital all the time when I want to take precautions....or have a serious head inury.

 Loved this too...the bull...Whooo! Talk about intense, through this whole event I was on the edge of my seat.
I don't have a picture of my favorite event. I was laughing so hard, it definitely wasn't possible to get anything stable. Wild cow milking is epic.   Two guys, one on a horse and one running. The horse guy lassos a wild horse, while the one running tries to milk it into a cup....It is hilarious and apparently very difficult.  Loved it!
So I definitely see more rodeos in my future.
On our way out to the car we were also graced with a loaf of bread.  Nothing says, "Thank you, pioneer ancestors" than a free loaf of bread.