Soggy dog origins

My dad just sent me this picture from Memorial Day. This is the field across from our house with a ginormous puddle. And here is my lovely golden retriever romping in the mud--which was totally awesome until he came sliding through my front door.

Hutched

I found my new favorite furniture store--it's called Home Again. There's one on 21st South but I've never made it to that one before it closed. But, they have a new second location right off 72nd South. I would move in there if I could. It's in a really great old building with exposed brick walls and is filled with all sorts amazing treasures that they sell on consignment. Can you believe I got this hutch for only $150!?! My neighbor couldn't. His only comment as he helped Nic carry it in the house was, "It's old, huh."

Soggy dog

Sure he's all cute when he's nice and fluffy, but after Sup, I don't think I'll be getting another long-haired dog. Especially not one who likes to roll in mud, dirt, weeds, or pretty much anything else.

Either that or I've got to learn how to say no when my little sister comes over with her four-wheeler during a Memorial Day rain storm.

BFFs

Alissa and I met when we were both working in the children's department at Meier & Frank. I had no idea then that seven years later I would be completely unable to live without her. A little melodramatic yes, but for some reason she keeps telling me that she's moving to California in June, so I think I deserve a chance at some drama.

Last night Nic asked me when she's moving, and honestly, I have no idea. Some friend right? Really, it's just denial. I refuse to believe that she's leaving--and right in the middle of the new season of So You Think You Can Dance! Who else is going to understand my passionate crush on Travis from season two? No one else knows how much I hate that stupid judge Mary!

Alissa is my person who reminds me that everything is right with the world, even though I've been with her when nothing was. I think her husband, Jon, put it best: She's a jewel of a friend. I'm still hoping it doesn't happen (sorry Alissa) but if she really does move, at least I'll have an excuse to take a West Coast vacation--many of them.

Car showing

You can't imagine the sort of people that came out of the woodworks for the UVSC Car Show on Saturday. Here Nic and I are like suckers in matching T-shirts, and come to find out that shirts are actually optional. Hey, at least we're ready for next year.

The car show wasn't all hairy men and teased hair though. Nic and his brothers rented a booth for their business, Stewart Specialty Services, so it kind of when like this: Nic left who knows when in the morning while I was still in bed. I got to the car show, hung out for a while, went to a movie, went back to the car show, went home, finished my book, walked the dogs, and Nic was still at the car show. I don't think he stopped talking to people all day--except when we walked around to look at the bitchin' camaros.


The fact that Nic can talk to anyone about anything really comes in handy for stuff like this. Joking with the old men, chatting with the punk kids--he was in top form. All in all, it went really well and they got a lot of new business. Which, if you look at it like I do, is yet another step toward my future life as a lady of leisure.

Mom's Day

What can I say? I love my mom and she is the best. Mom, I hope you had a great Mother's Day!

Tulip Fest

One of the only successful things I've planted at my house are my tulips. Thanksgiving Point, eat your heart out.

Happy Un-iversary

Before crashing on a wake board at Utah Lake, getting a concussion, and losing his wedding ring engraved with May 10, 2003, Nic had a daily reminder of what was almost the biggest mistake of both our lives: our original wedding date.

This Saturday is our official five year un-iversary, and once again I couldn't be happier that we called it quits three weeks before the first time we were supposed to tie the eternal knot.

For those who don't know the whole story here's a quick recap:

Nic and I met, dated, and were engaged for six months when we were both twenty. Dress, reception center, and invitations were all bought, booked, and sent. Then three weeks before we were supposed to get hitched, we called it quits. Nic decided to serve an LDS mission and was sent to Orlando, Florida. Independently of his decision, I decided to serve a mission too and ended up in Mongolia. We were broken up, but still kept in contact via snail mail. Then, because of planning that was not our own (I thank the man upstairs for this impeccable timing), I got home three days before Nic did and we got engaged like a week later and married the next month.

Now, our real anniversary is September 3, 2005, but to be truthful I think I like May 10 better. May 10 reminds me that it's usually the toughest decisions that have the greatest rewards and that anything really good in life is worth waiting for. Oh, and it also reminds me that we weren't the smartest twenty-year-olds.

"It's pretty much like a Japanese taco"

A big thank you to my parent's neighbor for our post-dinner cultural insight. Until tonight, I never knew how to appropriately describe sushi.

Don't turn your back

Sup owes me a new dollar--or at least fifty cents.