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Saturday, January 28, 2012

Book of the week


I would first and foremost like to thank the sponsors of this post:
1. A bag of carnival cotton candy which lead to an intense sugar high, and a crash that ended in a three hour nap circa 5:30pm.
2. An intense morning of non-committal cleaning which resulted in me inhaling a significant amount of oven cleaner.

So basically, I have abandoned the cleaning (hence the non-committal part) and I can't sleep because I overdosed on cotton candy. Yay.

Point of the post:
I have re-kindled (some pun intended) my obsession with reading books. This week's book is: Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close.

I bought this book and literally read it in two days. The story follows a boy named Oskar Schell who is coping with the loss of his father on September 11. Oskar is inquisitive and adventurous and used to solve puzzles his father created for him. One day, he finds a key and goes on a clue hunt through New York City.

The author, Jonathan Saffron Froer did a beautiful job of weaving multiple complicated story lines and moves seamlessly between Oskar and his adult relatives and their respective roles. The best part is that he gives you little sprinkles to connect pieces of the story but the whole picture doesn't come together until the end, as a bittersweet but beautiful cupcake.

The reason I like this book so much was because it reminds me that the world is a big, beautiful, scary place when you are 11 and that somehow over time we lose this desire to connect with strangers and become self absorbed and paranoid. It is also an elegant portrayal of how differently we deal with tragedy and loss yet we still move forward.

I give this book 4 1/2 bags of cotton candy out of 5, mostly because this is my first book review and I don't want to appear too generous.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Utah - Dad's Birthday Party

The after party group



Dory and Shoji
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Utah - Dad's Birthday

Judd

Daniel










Danny & Camila

My Dad showing the party how the Haka is done

Happy Birthday Dad!

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Utah - Dad's Birthday


Peppo the fat cat

Ron

Mom and Ron

Kyong and Dad

Judd
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Utah - Back Roads to Bear Lake


Standing on top of the sink hole drain at the Peter Sinks

Mom, Me, Dalin




Mom & Dad


Mike and I

Sink Hole drain, this area sees the coldest temperatures in the lower 48





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Utah - Back roads to Bear Lake











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Monday, October 17, 2011

Exercise....or something like it.

I have recently embarked on a world of 6.30am workouts, distance runs, and NOT eating chicken McNuggets. For those who know me, this is somewhat of a big deal, especially the NOT eating McNuggets bit. Other than feeling like I was hit by a train every morning, and walking like a gimp, it seems to be going pretty well.

In my third week at this whole early morning bit, here are a few things I have learned:
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2. It's no wonder my parents never let me do dance (I once wanted to be a ballerina and a brain surgeon, simultaneosly). I am quite possibly one of the most uncoordinated people you will ever have the pleasure of seeing in a step class. I just don't get all of the cha-cha, kickball chain, run across the top of the step. Honestly, I think my legs are simply too short to dash across a step in two leaps and bounds.


3. I'm glad I'm not this girl:
Anonymous asked: Those girls in motivational pictures look so perfect while running. When I try to run after five minutes I look like a beetroot and sweatier than a player after a world cup final. Also, I have have this belly fat like lots of it thast moves together with my boobs and that discourages me from running because it's so uncomfortable. But I would love to run, when I read how well people feel after it, I have never felt like that because I am always lazy and fat and I just lie in bed.

Okay, so I am kind of like this girl, especially because I would much rather be sleeping and being lazy than exercising but, Mike forces me to be active :(


I now have a new obsession for following fitness blogs, and I think, hey it's better than smoking crack. I find these blogs to be a plethora of both inspiration and resentment... I can only look at pictures of sweaty girls with six packs for so long until I have a strong desire to drown my sorrows in a six pack of krispy kreme donuts (good thing they don't have that here).

In reality I am proud of myself for sticking to the early mornings, even if it has only been three weeks, and I'm lucky to have made such fit friends (Jess & Sarah) who keep me motivated. I hope you all find yourselves getting fit too.