it's nothing special....it's just kriss

You should know that my parents HATE Nacho Libre. You should also know that I LOVE Nacho Libre...ok, mostly just quoting it. I have successfully forced my parents to watch Nacho at least twice. Now that you understand the background, you should also understand why the greatest pay day EVER was hearing my Mom say quietly to herself last night "I wanna win!" (Said with a distinctly Nacho accent). Wha ha ha! Nacho and his sweats are taking over!!

People say you lose it once you get engaged. I have fought hard to deny that reality. Last week - it became undeniable. A good friend and I decided to visit another good friend at the Fair to support the booth she was in charge of. I checked the website for the Utah State Fair for admissions fees and hours of operation, filled up my car with gas for the drive to Salt Lake, and picked up my friend for our grand adventure. We talked and laughed all the way to Salt Lake. We found the State Fair Grounds with little effort and without getting lost (that's a big deal for me in Salt Lake...ok, or anywhere). Then we looked inside the Grounds. They were completely empty. No one anywhere! Wierd. So, we called our friend. Guess what? She was at the Fair. But the Utah County Fair in Spanish Fork! Three hours and some minutes after we started our journey...we finally made it to the Fair. Oh boy. Good thing the company was awesome cuz that was the LONGEST drive to Spanish Fork of my ENTIRE l

To any of you still reading this blog - thanks for sticking it out. And sorry for being such a slacker. I will try to be better. But you should know up front that there is a great possibility that this blog will become the diary of a Grad student - that and a tracker for wedding planning. So, I hope you don't mind too much. But stay tuned...this could get interesting.

I should probably feel guilty that my blog has gone sappy...but...what can I say. Love is in the air? Well, our story is certainly a tale as old as time ... our story starts - guess where? - the singles ward! I know, I know. I said I would never be one of those people who met their future spouse in the singles ward. It always seemed a little cheesy. But...The Lord has a sense of humor. Anyway, we met in February and became casual friends. I thought he was super cool - but when we first met I was doing full-time school and work so I honestly wasn't interested in a relationship. Luckily, or sadly...the poor guy thought I was interested in someone else so he never asked me out. Fast forward a couple of months. This is where we had a little Divine Intervention...It was my Mom's birthday. Uncharacteristically, a friend and I decided to kidnap her for a girls night and go to dinner. As we were sitting there eating some super tasty food - in walked Placido. I thought, 'Hey, I

Stories are great. And everyone seems especially interested in this one. So, here it is. We were supposed to go to the gym Tuesday for lunch. But I got a text 20 minutes before he showed up saying he wanted to talk instead. Immediately my stomach sunk. I just knew he was going to break up with me or something horrible like that. Well, he picked me up and we started driving - I had no idea where we were going until we turned up the road by the Timpanogos temple. Then I thought - 'There are only two reasons we would be going to the temple. 1) He is going to propose or 2) He is going to break up with me and knows I can't kill him if he does it on temple grounds.' I'm morbid - I know. We got out and sat on the grass and I had to remind him he wanted to talk. He was like, 'Oh yeah. I almost forgot.' Nerd. So he started talking about our first date and the first time he knew he wanted to be with me and the things he loved about me. Then he started talking about ho

Remember THIS post? Well... Slowly I unlace them, my precious running shoes. Gingerly I place them on the shelf where they belong. But this time is different - I won't be lacing them again; My running career has ended, my running shoes are done. A toast to those who still run this race, whose feet are prone to flee - Keep running fast and far, my friends Just know you run without me.