tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28654780401002524202024-03-13T14:07:53.920-07:00The SnowsKelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16039604040313129847noreply@blogger.comBlogger111125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865478040100252420.post-42652531678951333682012-05-21T13:17:00.001-07:002012-05-21T13:18:32.851-07:00My Favorite Dress<div class="" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Today I'm wearing my favorite dress. It's an Isaac Mizrahi Herringbone Shirting dress. Ten bucks on sale at Target. I feel fabulous in it. It's modest. It never fails to get a complement. It makes me happy. And it's been everywhere with me. I was just recently going through my pictures and I realized so many favorite moments in life involved this dress! So thanks, sassy chica that just told me how amazing my outfit was. Thanks for inspiring this post.</div>
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Why do I feel the need to talk about my outfit today? Well there are blogs dedicated to that sort of thing. I don't have that kind of confidence to think that anyone should care about what I wear daily. But you should care about it today. Because it's an awesome dress. Best 10 bucks spent ever.
</div>Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16039604040313129847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865478040100252420.post-49488292573337391232012-05-17T09:00:00.001-07:002012-05-17T13:39:08.043-07:00Shutterbug<img border="0" height="1" src="https://os.shutterfly.com/b/ss/sflyshareprod/1/H.15/111?pageName=sharekey&c1=photobook&c2=blogger" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-style: none; border-color: initial; border-image: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; box-shadow: none; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;" width="1" />So I've been working on a super special secret project for Nathan and myself the past couple of weeks. One of the teachers I work with has been convincing everyone that Shutterfly.com is the best thing since sliced bread and has gotten three of us to make a book already. Seriously, Shutterfly should be paying her for all the business they've gotten. Anyway, I've been wanting to put something together for all of our England/Europe adventures from last year instead of having all of our memories stuck in the depths of my computer or forgotten in my thousands of albums on Facebook. So I found a coupon online for a free 8x8 hardcover book (I only had to pay for the shipping and extra pages I added, so like $9 ish) and went to town! It was super difficult to weed through thousands (literally) of photos and pick the most important, but I'm pretty happy with the result. It may look like just a mess of jumbled pictures to everyone else, but to us... it's the culmination of the best/hardest year of our married lives. Anyway, I was too excited to wait for it to come in the mail to show Nathan, so here she be!
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Oh and by the by, I've just recently been hired to work as a dresser at Tuacahn! I'll update on what my responsibilities will be once I know what they are, but I thought I would inform everyone of my good fortune! Seriously, this year in St. George has been not unlike one of the roller coasters from my last post. There have been a few low moments, but they really haven't lasted for long. I've been constantly reassured that Heavenly Father has a plan for Nathan and me and that if I just put my trust in Him, everything will be ok. And it will be. And it has been. And I couldn't be more thrilled! So yay! <a href="http://tuacahn.org/" target="_blank">Go to the Tuacahn website!</a></div>
</div>Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16039604040313129847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865478040100252420.post-74845637486201715992012-04-27T13:27:00.000-07:002012-04-27T13:27:15.372-07:00Here We Go Loopty Loo!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After reading <a href="http://games.yahoo.com/blogs/unplugged/america-5-scariest-roller-coasters-175426570.html" target="_blank">this article</a> on Yahoo.com, it made me really antsy to get my coaster on. I mean, it's pretty much summer time, and what is summer for if not to hurl yourself around at speeds and heights man was not meant to go with nothing more than a seat belt and a prayer? I love roller coasters. I rode my first one ever at 4 with my pregnant mother (this should answer a few questions about Taylor) at Hershey Park. I displayed my "I Survived the Super Duper Looper" pin in my childhood bedroom like the trophy it was to me. I even made up a song to go with it : I surviiiiived the super-duper-looper-pooper-scooper-trooper-.... It still gets stuck in my head to this day.<br />
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So. Why doesn't the Western US have <i>ANY </i>amusement parks?? Seriously? Back east I grew up going to parks like Busch Gardens, Hershey Park, Kings Dominion, Six Flags... all from 2-4 hours away. All Utah has to offer is Lagoon... which sucks... And Disneyland is 10 hours away. Vegas is only two hours from my current home, but you are NEVER <i>NEVER </i><b style="font-style: italic;">NEVER </b><u style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">NEVER </u>going to see me on top of the Stratosphere hotel. Nope nope nope. And the other roller coasters are meh. So today is more of a blog post for me to stroll down memory lane and wish I was rollin' on coasters.<br />
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Oh and I'm not naming ALL the coasters in the parks that I've been to, just the most memorable ones to me.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Busch Gardens - Williamsburg</b></span><br />
- a.k.a. my second home. This has been our most frequented theme park (well, besides Disney World... but duh I lived there).
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Hershey Park</b></span><br />
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<i>Hershey Chocolate, Hershey Chocolate, Hershey Chocolate woooorld! Wherever you go, no matter how far, you'll always find a Hershey bar! Hershey Chocolate! Real milk chocolate! Hershey's: the great American chocolate baaaaar!</i><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Trailblazer... snore... I remember this was a family fave because of the tameness. Everyone could ride (even Tay, the fraidy cat she was at the time). I think I lost a hat on this one.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Roller-Soaker... not really thrilling, but people get to shoot water at you.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I have a really distinct memory of being terrified of Wildcat the first time I rode. I think I said something like "I hated that!" But then I re-evaluated and decided that I loved it... because I hated it. I mean, look at that drop! </td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Kings Dominion</b></span><br />
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My fondest memory at Kings Dominon was being pied in the face during a Nickelodeon live kids' show after my team won some sort of game. Poor Taylor had the chance to get slimed, but her team lost their game. I think she's always been jealous of me for that. But I mean, who wouldn't be? I also remember getting my hair spray-painted blue and all the roller coasters some-how blew out the blue.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Anaconda is cool 'cause you get to go under water... but I remember the water being kinda gross.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Voooooolcaaaaaanooooooo! I think fire shoots out too... or I could be making that up... it's been a while...</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Rebel Yell... try to ride this without singing Billy Idol, I dare you.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Shockwave was novel because it's a stand-up coaster, but what I remember more is that someone died on it like the week after we were there.</td></tr>
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They're not really known for their thrill rides, but the ones that are there are my absolute favorite in the world.
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">3....2....1... I love California Screamin'!!! This is my number one roller coaster of all time. It makes me giddy just thinking about it!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Land. Not World. Space Mountain in Disneyland is actually fun. Sorry DW, it's not that I don't love the ride... it's just that Space Mountain in Florida is a dark Matterhorn. For my thoughts on the Matterhorn, see below.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Expedition Everest.... ooooh I know I said California Screamin' was my favorite, but I might have to change my mind. EE is brilliant. The Matterhorn in DL is terrible and awkward. It will not be on my list. They should really update it to be more like EE.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Wait a minute, wait a minute, I have an idea" - Steven Tyler<br />I adore Rockin' Rollercoaster. Some day I hope to have the door o' marbles from the queue in my house. Sweeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeet emooooooooooooooooootiooooooooooon.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Universal Studios Islands of Adventure (Orlando)</b></span><br />
The day I went to USIOA, a psychic told me that the person I was attending the park with and I would get married if I ever got myself together. (Yeah, cause <i>I </i>was the messed up one) Thank goodness psychics are not real. Except for Shawn Spencer.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was super excited to ride the HULK because I had an episode of The Rosie O'Donnell show on VHS where she and *N SYNC rode it together. "Here We Go" was playing in my head as we rode, just as it had played in the background of the Rosie ride with *N SYNC. I could have been sitting in the same seats as Lance! (I'm kind of glad he's gay, 'cause then I don't feel so bad that we never got married).</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Dueling Dragons, except now I think it's Harry Potter-themed. I LOVED this one! We snuck through the baby hand-off room to ride it a couple more times.</td></tr>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><b>Busch Gardens - Tampa, FL</b></span><br />
I wish I remembered more from this trip. I was... maybe 10? 11? And we've only been once. Maybe we'll go more if Nathan and I move to Florida.<br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Kumba. This one I got to ride in the front row because there was an empty spot and my family let me be the one to take it. Thanks guys! And I have a key chain to commemorate! It was a big deal.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Montu. This was another close of Alpengeist with an Egyptian theme. I remember we left scaredy Taylor with our stuff. If a stranger came to take her away, they had to use the code word "Gorilla" in order for her to trust them. So next time you see her, say "Come with me. Code word Gorilla!" It'll freak her out and she'll think somewhere her family has crashed </td></tr>
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I feel like I picked on Taylor a lot. Heh heh sorry! This was a fun postKelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16039604040313129847noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865478040100252420.post-14036178554840006122012-04-25T08:59:00.002-07:002012-05-14T11:51:18.331-07:00You can imagine my excitement<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Remember when we went to LA and watched this guy work his make-up magic? (<strike>I can't remember his name... anybody?) </strike> Spencer!</div>
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Welllllllll, I was watching America's Next Top Model, and guess who I spotted????? <strike> What's-his-name!</strike> Spencer!</div>
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<span style="text-align: center;">I almost fell out of my chair. "Nathan!" (because he was watching it with me because he's patient and long-suffering) "I did a workshop with him! I have a picture with him!" Said picture is in hard-copy form, not digital (unless anyone has a digital copy... although I remember being about 15 lbs heavier, so </span><span style="text-align: center;">scratch that</span><span style="text-align: center;">).</span>Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16039604040313129847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865478040100252420.post-37227450977413363042012-04-24T09:02:00.004-07:002012-04-24T12:21:14.902-07:00Welcome to the World Stafford!<br />
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Yesterday, April 23, 2012, my adorable nephew Stafford Adam Snow was born! He's perfect in every way! He was a perfect 7 lbs 7 oz and I have yet to hear him make a peep! We were there when he got his heel pricked and the most noise he made was," Eh." And he's a great eater! And apparently it was a dream delivery. Induced, epidural, then pop! Perfect baby. I hope my future deliveries are like that... but Joanna probably used up all the luck in the universe on Stafford. Thanks a lot Jo :)<br />
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If you know me well enough, you know that I LOVE babies. Yesterday I was hopping around going "Baby baby baby baby!" until I go to go meet him. Then I kept say to Nathan, "Remember when I held a baby today. Remember when we met Stafford? Remember when I got to hold Stafford? Remember when there was a baby in my arms?" Sickening, I know. Nathan's worried when we have our first that he'll be completely forgotten. To that I say...... it's <i>probably</i> not true ;)<br />
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All of my baby friends are growing up so fast! I remember when they were but babes in my arms.<br />
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Now Ellery is almost in Kindergarten!!!!!, the twins are playing with Barbies, and Adam and Lydia are almost two! I love watching them grow... I just wish it wouldn't go so fast!</div>Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16039604040313129847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865478040100252420.post-4876789760526733222012-04-20T11:08:00.002-07:002012-04-20T11:15:08.776-07:00Who Am I? (Sung in Jean Valjean's voice)<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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So Wednesday my buddy Kara and I went to our weekly Zumba class. We usually go on Mondays, but sometimes we have to re-schedule. The Wednesday teacher is HILARIOUS. She way more in-your-face that our Monday lady, and since the classes tend to be smaller on Wednesdays I feel like I have to impress her. (Because that is Kelsey- always seeking approval from outside sources. Why, you ask? Because I'm so great, you say? Oh, stop it... but don't really...) So anyway, last time we did a Wednesday class she singled me out and praised me for my booty-shaking skillz. This, of course, made my week. This most recent time we were in her class, she actually had me come up to the front of the class and shake my junk. It was hilarious and embarrassing and validating and terrible and odd and just darn funny. I don't think it would have been as entertaining without my Zumba buddy there. It just reminded me of how much fun I used to have at dances with my girlfriends where we would act ridiculous and overly "sexy" then laugh at how silly we were being. (Now Nathan at this point would say something about me being an uber-tease when I was younger. Whatevs) I used to looooooooove going to dances or just dancing, full-stop. Now I have a new outlet for my pent-up sweet moves. And I feel like I've re-gained a bit of my former self.<br />
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I've noticed (more like read on their blogs) that almost every single one of my married friends feels at one point or another that they've lost who they were before they were wed or started having kids. I can say that I've felt that way a lot. It's not that I'm unhappy with the life change, it's just that after so many priority shifts and responsibility additions, not to mention the new person/people's needs and wants to consider, one can feel like they're a completely new person. Would Kelsey Brady have been happy to spend her Friday night on the couch watching episode after episode of Battlestar Gallactica(Provo was Doctor Who. Bristol was also Doctor Who), eating popcorn and cuddling? I'm thinking probably not... But Kelsey Brady Snow is sad that we finished the show already and can't wait to find the next thing on Netflix that she and her hubby can devour.<br />
Like I said, I'm not unhappy with my change in lifestyle, but I've found that I tend to be much happier when I incorporate some KB flava back into the Snow household. Like Zumba! Like camping! Like girl time! Which leads me to this next section called: I've got a girl date!<br />
I'VE GOT A GIRL DATE! I was most excited to move back to Utah because I remembered that I had a friend here in St. George! Since I've mostly forgotten how to make and keep friends, I liked knowing that I already have at least one in town! So, since we've been here I've seen Miss Katie Houghtaling once when her school put on a show (she's the drama teacher), but that's it. I'm determined to be a less socially-awkward married lady. I WILL have friends again! (And then we'll move in a few months and I'll have to start all over... but at least I''ll be a pro by the time we leave!) So we're hanging out today and I'm super-pumped.<br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jEIgfBLQwfE/T5Gh9krLu2I/AAAAAAAABjI/fxpPZxo4pCs/s1600/girltoes.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jEIgfBLQwfE/T5Gh9krLu2I/AAAAAAAABjI/fxpPZxo4pCs/s320/girltoes.jpg" width="239" /></a>Last night I babysat for Katie (different Katie), a girl in my ward that's super cute with super cute kids that I adore. She had a date, so of course when she came back I just wanted to talk and talk about boys and clothes and hair and stickers and ponies and Myspace.com! (Family Guy reference) Most of my closest friends were guys (insert here another comment from Nathan saying how they all wanted to get wit' me) and my girl friends weren't really girly, so I never saw myself as one of those gabby gals. Being around only one guy all the time does that to a lass I suppose.<br />
<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6blkNwZd59c/T5Gk1B0nWWI/AAAAAAAABjg/ZHVzgd862UI/s1600/reallyoldkelsey.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="189" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6blkNwZd59c/T5Gk1B0nWWI/AAAAAAAABjg/ZHVzgd862UI/s320/reallyoldkelsey.jpg" width="320" /></a>Oh, I also have to mention that I have a beautiful sister-in-law that lives here and has been a great friend and confidant. She's about 3 days away from giving birth and she needed a girly day so we got pedicures and gabbed. I'm SO glad we get along, because that's the thing with family. Just because your husbands are brothers, doesn't mean your going to be besties. I think the hardest part of moving is going to be leaving Adam, Joanna, little Lyddie Bug, and my unnamed nephew.<br />
So thank you Zumba, Kara, Katie1, Katie2, and Jo for making me feel like myself again.<br />
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Oh and I think this side of me will never leave: singing show tunes with my sibbies (I can't just say sisters now, I'm hoping baby boy Adam James will add a male voice to our troupe).Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16039604040313129847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865478040100252420.post-6980827253049480172012-04-17T10:33:00.001-07:002012-04-17T11:09:47.701-07:00My SuccessMaker Classroom!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In case anyone was curious, I work at Sunset Elementary School as a computer lab tech. I'm in charge of a specific program called SuccessMaker. It's pretty sweet, kids play reading and math games and it scores them. Teachers can go in and check the students scores to see where they are and what specifically they need to work on. So I'm there to make sure the program and computers run smoothly. I never thought I'd have such a techie job! But really, this is the solution to 99.9% of the problems that I get:</div>
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I love it. I have my own classroom and I've been able to relate to my Mom about working in an elementary school! And I also may have loved decorating the room... a lot :) (The pics are from my phone, so forgive the low quality. I'll get a smart phone... someday).</div>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Meet Chameleon... he's a Chameleon. He's one of the many characters in the SuccesMaker universe.</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Today is a great day to learn something new!"</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">"Will you succeed? Yes indeed, yes indeed! (98 3/4% guaranteed)" - Dr. Seuss)</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I used string and staples to write some of the words. I like how it came out! It was a pain though...</td></tr>
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And now, here are some super cute pictures of my little brother form Easter:</div>
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<br />Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16039604040313129847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865478040100252420.post-4012087539815106652012-04-13T12:04:00.001-07:002012-04-13T12:21:04.377-07:00Puzzle Till Your Puzzler is SoreI like Puzzles.
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I LOVED the camping stove we borrowed from Adam and Joanna! We made hot dogs, breakfast sandwiches, and it warmed us up in the morning! We gots to get us one o' these!</td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">It might have been a little on the freezing side at night... or maybe a lot... but we survived! And we took hot showers in the morning... oh yeah that's roughing it.</td></tr>
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We saw petroglyphs and several chipmunks and lizards. We took some time to admire the flora and fauna, but BEWARE. If we learned one thing from this trip... we learned that the soil was ALIVE and if you stepped off the path you'd be killing the bacteria in the dirt and the mountains would crumble before you and it'd take 200 years to rebuild itself yadda yadda yadda. Apparently the worlds' most important dirt lives in Moab.<br />
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My husband is cute. I gave him an Indiana Jones hat the night before we got married and he hasn't really worn it (it's more of a collectors thing) but I suggested that he wear it when we went hiking and he was totally into it! They shot parts of The Last Crusade here, so... why not? :)<br />
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The end. I would like to add that Nathan and I have a wonderful marriage and it should go to our everlasting credit that we didn't bicker ONCE. Not on the ride up, not setting up camp, not deciding what to do or eat, not with directions, and not on the way back. Booyah. <br />
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So we made a camping trip out of our Moab adventure! I'll make another post with our lovely pictures, but today we're going to talk about fear, children. On the way up to Moab...
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...we used <a href="http://cherishinghopesanddreams.blogspot.com/2012/01/30-things.html" target="_blank">this list</a> to keep the conversation flowing during the long car ride. Note: I can't stand just listening to an iPod for long car rides. I've made a vow to stay awake with Nathan (he's usually the driver) and there's no way I can do that with no talking + music, so I always INSIST that we talk (Staying awake in the car is a BIG DEAL for me btw). We usually do a pretty good job of keeping the convo flow, but I found the list of questions on Pinterest so I thought we could give it a go.<br />
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Question number two is: Describe 3 legitimate fears you have and explain how they became fears.<br />
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My first two were a tie between deep, open water (this includes sharks and other big water creatures... yes whales... ) and heights. My third was getting into a car accident (I've avoided one thus far... and now I've just jinxed myself... great...). I thought it was interesting that we had this deep discussion about fear and heights and I had no idea I was about to be faced with THE most terrifying situation I've ever been in.<br />
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My fear of water gets me panicky, but I've shown myself that it's a mind-over-matter thing. The scariest water moment for me was when I was staying with my friend Cami at her house on the Finger Lakes in New York. I purposefully jumped out of her boat so I could swim to shore. I instantly started freaking out in my head and pictured the millions of gallons of water beneath me waiting to swallow me up. I also pictured sharks and evil Atlaneans dragging me down to my doom. In a fresh-water lake. But fears are never completely rational are they? So I tried not to hyperventilate and swam as quickly as I could (in my mind I was trying to do this:)<br />
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Heights however are another thing. I have been to the top of the Empire State Building... but I stayed nice and safe in the gift shop after a two-second peek outside. I chose to not view Paris from the top of the Eiffel Tower. Crossing the Clifton Suspension Bridge by foot (twice...oy... that's a picture of it to the right) was difficult for me. I don't just freak our inside my head... I have an actual physical reaction that I can't help. My knees buckle, I swoon, and my body wants nothing more than to crawl back to terra firma. I keep putting myself in these situations because I don't want to miss out on things in life! I already regret not going up the Eiffel Tower (though I know I would have hated it).<br />
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So that leads us to our camping/hiking adventure in Arches National Park. I knew I wanted to see the Delicate Arch the most out of all the arches in Arches. You know, the one on the license plate:<br />
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We got there early, knowing it was the most popular hike and that it'd be cooler in the morning. The only problem is that with not a lot of people around, there wasn't anyone to follow and we lost the path a bit. There's about 15 minutes of just slick-rock (imagine walking on the top half of a basketball made of sandstone) so no dirt or trees to create a real trail. We just followed voices that lead us to the edge of a gigantic bowl. Below you can see the arch at the opposite end of the bowl.<br />
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We were like..... that's not the famous view... That's a <i>cool</i> view, but not <i>the</i> view. How the heck to we get over there?? Now... do you see those little dots along the rim of the bowl? Yeah, those are people inching their way up against the Dr. Seuss mountains. We made our way over to where they are and saw that there was about a foot and a half of "walkable" space (and in some spots less... like rely-on-the-traction-of-your-shoes). I immediately said, "Aw Heeeeeeell to the no." But I was super disappointed that I couldn't get to see the Arch from the angle it was intended to be seen! And all these other people were going just fine! They were even calling back to me, "Oh it's not so bad at all! Well, this part is tricky, but it's really not that bad!" So, in a moment of insanity/courage I just started inching my way...<br />
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Pretty much immediately I started to crumple mentally and physically. My face was pressed up to the rock wall, my knees were shaking, I started to hyperventilate, and I was clawing my hands into whatever crevice I could find. I couldn't do it. But not only could I not make it to the other side... I wasn't sure if I could turn around and make it back. Nathan, bless him, saw my plight and actually walked AROUND ME (I still have no idea how he did that) and insisted we go back. Of course I agreed, but DANG IT I WANTED A PICTURE OF THE STUPID FAMOUS ARCH. And now he was in my way. So as i'm bawling my eyes out, I yell, "Get out of my way! I still want a picture." So I snapped a shot (I'll post it next time) and did an about-face.<br />
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When I turned around I could not believe how far I'd already come... and how far I had to go to get back Why, WHY did I think I could do this? I was close to throwing up and I couldn't confidently put one foot in front of the other. My dear dear husband even put his foot out for me to step on and use as an anchor at one point. So I mustered up every bit of will power I could and FINALLY made it back to where I could run and find a rock and calm myself down.<br />
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But now what? There HAD to be another way to get to the arch! This way was way too dangerous to be the only way to go! So we did a bit of exploring to find...duh... the actual, clearly-marked path. We felt like morons, and I was mad that I didn't have to go through moments of sheer terror if we'd only stayed on the path and not been led astray by others (well hello there metaphor, I didn't see you come in...). The real, man-made path to the arch was better... but still terrifying. Seriously people, some handrails!!! That's how I was able to handle the Grand Canyon! Simple handrails would be appreciated next to your sheer cliffs and 1 billion foot drop-offs! Kthnx.<br />
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It really was beautiful. These land formations are really worth seeing in person. My favorite thing to do in life is to marvel at creation. I feel the most spiritual and thankful when I take in natural wonders like these. It was all worth it :)</div>
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Oh and there was a funny French lady on the way back down that saw me clinging to the wall, getting as far away from the edge as I could, that was gesturing to me and telling me not to look down and to "regardez le mur." <br />
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So I was not happy that I wasn't able to conquer my fear like I had set out to do... but you know what? I found a better and safer way to get to where I wanted to be. I don't think I need to take unnecessary risks just to prove something, whether to myself or someone else... like skydiving (which is why I didn't go back in September. I didn't want to, I would have hated it, therefore I did not go). I think it was a big deal that I went the intended route. I did it. Yay for me.</div>
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This made me start thinking about <i>30 Rock. </i>Yep. <i>30 Rock. </i>On the Leap Day episode, everyone supported Kenneth the Page's beliefs that the world was going to end that day, even though they thought it was cuckoo. They just wanted him to live that day as if it really WAS his last. Maybe facing an "End of Days" could inspire people to do things they've always wanted to / never thought they would do! I've had a couple of opportunities I feel like I missed out on (not heavy regrets, just little things that irk me... like not taking that extra puppetry workshop while I was working at Disney World, or not visiting Ireland again while we were living in England). <br />
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The Mister and I are killing two birds with one stone this weekend. <br />
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Stone number one: When we were living in Provo, we always talked about wanting to go to Moab and Arches National Park. We just never got around to it, then we moved to another country never to return.... or so we thought.... Now we happen to find ourselves not only back in Utah, but back in SOUTHERN Utah. Sure, Moab is still 5 hours away, but hey! It's a day trip if you want it to be!<br />
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Stone number two: As soon as we moved to the UK, one of my favorite BBC shows, <i>Doctor Who, </i>filmed an episode in Utah. Ironic. So, once I realized that they do a lot of filming in the area (from John Wayne to John Carter) I thought I would do some research into any films they were planning on making while we were here. ..........<i>I found one!!!! </i>They're doing <i>The Lone Ranger</i> this summer (avec Johnny Depp... uhhhh yeahhhh) and they're holding an open casting call for extras in Moab on Sunday!<br />
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I know I know, it's a looooooong shot, but I decided if we didn't go it'd be one of those times where I'd just look back and say, "I realllllllllly wish we'd done that." And if we don't get cast, the day won't have been wasted because we'll have done some Arch-seeing as well! And we're talking about living life to the fullest here! I see no down side.<br />
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Hi Ho Silver.... Away!!!!!Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16039604040313129847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865478040100252420.post-35736719714688000402012-03-12T23:34:00.000-07:002012-03-12T23:34:01.632-07:00Spring Break Woohoo!!AND.... I have Ramen in my nose.<br />
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So Nathan and I have taken great pride in how normal our lives are becoming. We are getting closer and closer to our white picket fence and 2.5 kids. He's been accepted to 2, count 'em, TWO PhD programs, so that part of our future is getting clearer (and it sure don't hurt that they're in Orlando and Hawaii!). We also are both working for the Washington County School District, he as a teacher's aid working with kids with behavioral problems and moi as a computer lab tech for 3-5 graders. He goes to the gym after work and I walk home to get my exercise. Then we reconvene and typically just have a nice quiet evening at home. Cute huh? Nathan has said several times recently that right now life is just good... things are falling into place.<br />
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We've also helped out Nathan's bro and his wife with lots of house painting. I'm getting my first nephew from them in 1 1/2 to 2 months, so we're doing some prep for the little guy. I know it's not our home that we're painting, but I've enjoyed having a domestic project to do! I like to pretend it's our home. Is that weird...? Anyway, it makes me feel all adult-y and stuff.<br />
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Oh, and about the Ramen... I had Ramen for dinner and thought it'd be a good idea to have a glass of milk with it. Bad idea. Barf city. So there's Ramen in my nose because of that.<br />
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You're welcome.Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16039604040313129847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865478040100252420.post-85423425164693074762012-03-08T11:19:00.002-08:002012-03-08T11:35:02.000-08:00I Have a Love/Hate Relationship with the WorldI love everyone. There is good in everyone. We're all God's children.<br />
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People are stupid. I hate people who whine and ask dumb questions. No one cares anymore.<br />
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Everyone deserves a second chance. I give people the benefit of the doubt.<br />
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People are greedy and lazy and selfish. Don't belive anything you read on the internet.<br />
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I feel all of these conflicting emotions pretty much all the time. A lot of the time I have an ovewhelming love for everyone on the planet. Everyone has their own story, they're not all just extras in the "Kelsey Snow Movie." We (and I'm talking to those of us fortunate enough to live in a first world country) focus entirely too much on ourselves. I know I do. If the internet is acting up or if I forgot to wash the shirt I wanted to wear today... look out... Kelsey angry. I wish I could be that person who dedicates her life to making a difference. I'm just the gal who cries when she watches a sad video made by those dedcated people, then shares it. Done! I saved the world!<br />
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The video I'm talking about, of course, is the new <a href="http://kony2012.s3-website-us-east-1.amazonaws.com/" target="_blank">KONY 2012</a> video now circling the interwebs.<br />
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If you take the time to watch it, I think it's extremely worthwhile. The issue is a real one that needs to be dealt with. Whether you want to donate or buy a bracelet or slap up posters is entirely up to you. I found an article that questions this organizaton's integrity with the handling of the donated money. Other people are accusing the organization of trying to make things worse. The internet is a funny place. It's full of trolls and scammers and false information.<br />
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I toe the line between sceptic and romantic, though I prefer to see the good in people, it makes me happier. I believe the people involved with the video and the Invisible Children organization ar legit and want to do some real good.<br />
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I have a good life. A very good life. I was born of goodly parents. I had a good education. I had the means to go to college. I worked at Disney World. I found my sweetie and got married. We lived in England. We have a roof over our heads. We both have jobs...<br />
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oh yeah... P.S. I got a job! I'm working as a Computer Lab Tech at Sunset Elementary in St. George. Yeah!<br />
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... and a roof over our heads. We are happy and healthy, so all of that puts us ahead of most of the world's population. When I get all boo-hoo-y about doing the dishes, I should be thanking my Heavenly Father that I don't have to fear for my life and the lives of my loved ones on a daily basis. In response to the trending KONY 2012 issue, I saw someone on Facebook write something along the lones of "we have our own problems, cool posters though."<br />
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Disgusting. Misenthropic Kelsey emerges. Can you imagine that kind of reaction to the Holocaust? Sickening. But some people don't care about anything beyond a witty status update.<br />
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Joseph Kony is the worst kind of human being that makes this world hell for his fellow man. I'm all for raising awareness if it helps stopping this kind of evil.<br />
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Long rant blog. The End.Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16039604040313129847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865478040100252420.post-14704856485186959732012-02-20T18:47:00.000-08:002012-02-20T18:51:24.386-08:00St. George Parade of Homes<br />
Today Nathan, Adam, Joanna, and little Lydia took part in the St. George Parade of Homes. Basically, it's a chance for builders to show off their handiwork. There are houses all over the area, some for sale and some sold, that have been staged to show them off. Most of the ones we visited are far out of what our price range will ever be. Some, however, were closer to what we could afford someday. Either way, they were all fun to peep around. I got the most excited about all the cool bathrooms! I also took a million pictures of design ideas. Here are a few pictures of the highlights:<br />
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I forgot to start taking pictures until we were about 4 houses into the day, so I missed out on capturing the memory of a TV that popped out of the kitchen countertop and countless lavish fireplaces. It's also funny to note that at every home we had to take our shoes off at the door and carry them around. I wore boots... so it was a pain in the butt. I had insisted to Nathan that we dressed as if it was an actual possibility that we were potential buyers. (We also jokingly discussed creating false identities and calling each other "Muffy"). So I donned my pearls and he sported a sport-coat and one of the hosts in an expensive house stopped Nathan to see if he needed any assistance. Nathan said no thank you and we were just getting ideas for the somewhat distant future. The man laughed and said, "You wear a jacket, we pay attention to you!" Told ya!Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16039604040313129847noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865478040100252420.post-28836277207007610072012-02-17T13:25:00.000-08:002012-02-17T13:29:46.491-08:00Oh Happy Day!<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L1oIIrw-BC0/Tz7GrdEb7iI/AAAAAAAABPA/Luq65wH0cVM/s1600/419952_10100341862142499_17829078_44654886_506506522_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-L1oIIrw-BC0/Tz7GrdEb7iI/AAAAAAAABPA/Luq65wH0cVM/s320/419952_10100341862142499_17829078_44654886_506506522_n.jpg" width="320" /></a>Yesterday was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. For Nathan anyway. And if Hubby's not happy, how can I be? He was getting discouraged about not getting accepted into a PhD program yet, which leads to worrying about the future, which leads to regretting past decisions, which leads to what I like to call "Nathan's Pit of Despair." It's not pretty. So I put on the happy wifey "everything's all going to be ok" face and do a little dance, which sometimes works... but yesterday... not so much. So we decided to make a trip to the <a href="http://www.ldschurchtemples.com/stgeorge/" target="_blank">Temple</a> to gain some clarity and hope, like you do, but lo and behold it was closed for cleaning! Bless his cotton socks, poor Nathan thought that even God didn't want him. We walked around the temple grounds anyway just to try to feel some peace. I can't speak for Nathan, but I felt that "everything's going to be ok... I'm not sure how or when, but it'll all be alright" feeling. We went to Neilson's Frozen Custard for a little pick-me-up, Nathan had a nice chat with his Daddy-O and we went to bed still unsure of the future.<br />
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I was dead asleep when Nathan lets out a maniacal laugh from the other room and barrels into the bedroom. I immediately just said "Where????", knowing that he'd finally gotten accepted into a program. The next words he uttered were like music to my ears: "Florida! UCF! We're going to Orlando!" Of course, this is a big MAYBE, since we still have a few other schools to hear back from... but we were totally on a high this morning. We daydreamed about Mickey Mouse, plam trees, old friends and family (mine anyway), and oranges. Like I said, it's not 100% that that's our final destination, but if everyone else says no, we at least know that we have one place to go! The future is less uncertain, Nathan's regained his confidence in his career choice, and I can spend the next few months explaining why alligators are WAY less scary than rattlesnakes and mountain lions (He's from Arizona, where even the plants want to kill you, but he's scared of a li'l ol' gator).<br />
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Below is a picture from yesterday's Temple walkabout. We got married in this Temple, so we walked around re-living our wedding photos. Here is where our families stood and posed in the hot desert sun almost 4 years ago.</div>
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I have a cute husband. He's my best friend. He grew a beard just for me. We laugh at people together. He sings Adele in the shower. He watches movies for his career. He thinks I'm funny. He can't do math, but he can tell you about any war ever and knows all the US Presidents. He hates shorts and sandals. He takes me on adventures. He smells nice. He's very protective of his technology. He's my sweetie. And I love him.</div>
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He brought home a rose for me, then we revived our date tradition from Provo: a movie and Five Guys. We were excited to see that one of the movie theaters around here was showing a bunch of Oscar-nominated films, including "The Artist". We both had really wanted to see it, but thought we'd missed our chance! We were SO thrilled that we got to see it. It. Was. Amazing. By far the best movie I've seen in a while. It's silent (except for music of course) and it's in black and white, but that shouldn't be a deterrent. If anything, it should intrigue you. Nathan' is the critic, but I can hold my own in a film discussion and I know when things are excellent. I won't give a full synopsis, but I will say that the story is beautiful, the shots are beautiful, the acting is beautiful, and Jean Dujardin is be-yoo-ta-ful. He has the unique gift of drawing you into his story with just a smile or an eyebrow. And his smile.... *needs a second* Nathan and I agreed that Jean could be my Valentine too. Ooo Ooo! I just put this together! Jean's character in the movie was George Valentin! Snap. Happy Valentine's Day. I hope they win every Oscar. Even the one's they weren't nominated for.</div>
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I've finally found someone who'll go with me to a class! It's cheap and the instructor is a BEAST! I love feeling sore the next day. And from what? Shaking my booty. Best. Excercise. Ever. The first class I went to I had not taken my inhaler and I had a full belly of jumbalaya. Dur. I felt like I was at the Biggest Loser ranch on the first week. I thought... am I really this out of shape??? But then I went this week and kicked butt. Tips to noobs: pace yourself, bring water, don't fill up before hand, and don't watch the other people in the class (especially the gals in the front row... you know, the ones who bought the Zumba merchandise or are wearing their dance leotards and tights... just focus on the teacher). I found this funny picture on Pinterest:</div>
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So true... Zumba reminds me of my old stake dance days... I've re-connected with my inner funk.</div>
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This was 5 years ago... wuuuut?? I'm trying to get that bod back. I'd say I'm not too too far, 15 or 20 lbs-ish. Just a layer of padding I'd like to see disappear.</div>
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Anyway, next obsession:</div>
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<strong><em>Pink Ladies!!</em></strong></div>
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No no no. The apple. The Pink Lady apple. We've been getting them from CostCo by the pallet and I can't get enough. We also just bought new floss, which comes in handy.</div>
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Oh and I also had another weird dream. Nathan and I were staying at my grandparents house when a little wooden baby came into our bedroom when we were trying to sleep. He told us to follow him into the laundry room. Once we got there he turned into Mr. Clean magic eraser sponges. I was happy because I love cleaning with them! </div>
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Till next time!</div>
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Nathan thinks the name is inspired and we HAVE to name our first girl Ellie. I agree, so...... dibs.<br />
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Last, we have a Disney Dream. And Disney dreams are supposed to come true.... right? If so, that'd be super random.<br />
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That concludes the telling of the most recent and most vivid of the dreams I've been having. I wonder what Joseph and his technicolor coat would say....?Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16039604040313129847noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865478040100252420.post-63928047754528017232012-01-31T11:32:00.000-08:002012-02-03T12:26:07.910-08:00Ru Paul's Drag Race<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Here we have Ms. Dida Ritz wearing a shirt that I also own. I got pretty excited. I am apparently way more fabulous than I was originally aware.</div>
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I'll just add a bunch of pictures of Christmas gifts and other fun things with brief captions. Sounds good to me!<br />
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Nathan got me a guitar! As of now I can play our song ("Swans" by the Format), "Firework" by Katy Perry, and some Ingrid Michaelson. And by "play" I mean very mediocre-ly. But I like to sing and strum, so I'm glad I finally have my own guitar to play around with!<br />
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This is the "Christmas taco". Our air mattress sprung a leak. See that little head? That's Nathan poking up out of the taco. Searching for his shadow, mayhaps....?<br />
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New KitchenAid!!! Courtesy of Mama and Papa Snow. Thanks to them for that! They gave us lots of nice gifts this year. There's also some new additions to the tea collection shelves from a mixture of giftcards and an antiqueing trip with Nana. I researched some of the pieces when I got home and one of the tea cups is from around 1813! And one of the pots is worth $100 (I got it for $2, holla!)<br />
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Ahh, the traditional Los Jarritos/Estrella Bakery trip. Every Christmastime we take a trip to South Tucson (which is essentially Mexico) and get baked goods and breakfast burritos. Afterwards we went to the International Wildlife Museum right in the midst of the Saguarro National park. I'm usually quite the shutterbug, but this time I took almost all of my pictures on Nathan's new iPhone. So I may/definitely will be posting again with his picture from the trip.<br />
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The two new frames on either side of the wall were purchased with a giftcard from Nana and Popi. Thanks!<br />
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I've discovered a new world of decorating: vinyl wall art. I love it. And my niece loves it! She'll sit and (kind of) count the circles over and over. These were bought with a giftcard from Mama and Daddy! Thanks! Our house is getting more and more home-y.<br />
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Another giftcard purchase! I love this mirror!<br />
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Antiqueing find.<br />
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Antique candlesticks.<br />
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These are so special! Nana got them from her Aunt to spruce up one of her first homes with Popi, and I'm doing the same with them now! I love the Dickensian look to them. I wonder how old they are...<br />
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I'm on a puzzle spree! When Nathan gets home from work and plays his video games, I sit and watch while putting a puzzle together. We attained a bunch from the Snow household in Tucson and I've been going to town on them. I may or may not have finished 4 1/2 already.<br />
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This was a fun moment. One of my besties from growing up has a little boy about the same age as my brother, so we met up at the mall during my trip back to the motherland and they played together. That was cool to see.<br />
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And finally..... I'm the Queen of Mars!<br />
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In conclusion: I had a terrific holiday. Tucson was fun as usual. It was really cool to have EVERYONE from the Snow clan there. The gifts were also particularly special this year (the ones given and recieved). We had an amazing time with the whole family and we look forward to being all together again! It's getting tougher and tougher as time goes on and families grow up, so it's great to take the time now to spend as much time with them as possible before we're all over the place (Nathan's oldest sister and her family will be moving to New Hampshire soon!). <br />
Same goes for my family. One of the biggest surprises I got for Christmas was a trip back to Maryland! Since they've been gypped on holidays pretty much since Nathan and I got married, they decided to snag me for a week! It was a perfect trip and just what I needed for a morale boost. Who doesn't need one this time of year to beat the wontery blues? Especially now that the job hunt has started again and I'll soon be facing rejection and lots and lots of stressful waiting. Anyway, the trip was amazing and I loved hanging with all of my siblings! It's so funny how my family does EVERYTHING together. Everywhere we went it was a party of 8 (parents, siblings, and grandparents). Even when Elizabeth bought a new car, there were 7 of us piling around the car dealer's desk. We're such weirdos. But we're happy weirdos.<br />
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P.S.- Please send prayers/good vibrations my way for a job at the nearby summer theater Tuahcan (Any job really... but this one especially). When I first moved here I knew they started hiring around now, so I KNEW I'd have a job by now. But, long story short, I am still job hunting (AND IT'S ALL MARRIOTT'S FAULT... they strung me along like an ugly girl waiting for a date to the prom... "oh yeah we'll totally call, except we won't then we'll hire someone without telling you, even though we lead you to believe you were perfect and we loved you). Where was I....? Oh yeah, Tuahcan. It's the perfect job for me and it will actually let me use the skills my tuition payed for. And it would just make me super happy. Which is important, right?Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16039604040313129847noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865478040100252420.post-84230732535869394652011-12-06T12:00:00.001-08:002011-12-06T12:38:55.837-08:00Smiling's My Favorite<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
Christmas time is heeeeeeeeere! I love Christmas. You know when they start playing Christmas music in the middle of November? Yeah, I LOVE that. It makes the season last so much longer! I don't forget about Thanksgiving, I just consider all of November + December as one big happy holly jolly holiday full of food, family, and glitter. And now that I'm actually eating chocolate out of my advent calander, I couldn't be more holly or jolly. </div>
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Christmas craft time! Since I've discovered Pinterest.com, I've gotten into a crafting craze. Whenever I make something, I'll pop in a movie and forever when I look at that item it immediately reminds me of that movie. Anyone else do that? Anyway, this wreath will always remind me of Die Hard ("Now I have a machine gun. Ho Ho Ho"). All it is is a hanger and dollar store ornaments (btw if you want to try it, get twice as many ornaments as you think you'll need, the hanger fills up quickly!). It's my pride and joy at the moment.</div>
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The rest of my "crafting" isn't really crafting. It's just stuff we had + stuff from the yard + gold spray paint. Nathan's Grampa made some grape juice from his own grapes (So good!) and once the mason jars were empty, I used them for decorating! Thanks Grampa Taylor! And Nathan's brother Adam and his wife Joanna's yard provided us with perfect pinecones and twigs. Thanks family!</div>
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I wonder if my old roommate Rikki will recognize the red wooden beaded string in the mason jar... :) The gold vase was a fun project. I just wrapped rubber bands around a plain glass vase and sprayed gold paint on it. Rubber bands come off and voila! Easy peasy. Thanks again Pinterest! </div>
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Our Christmas tree! We still don't have a topper for her. We've just been using a pretty clip on bird I got from my lovely friend Sarah Bock. I've had plans to make a tree skirt that I've never gotten around to.... I'm tempted to just buy one... but that's no fun! The dolly at the bottom is from Nathan's aunt. She had a doll collection and after she passed, we aquired this one. I think she's gorgeous! I named her Giselle, since I thought she looked like the Disney Princess from 'Enchanted', but most people (Taylor, I'm looking at you) think she's creepy. I think she makes the tree look old fashioned, in a good way... like when girls asked for dollies and ballet slippers and boys wanted firetrucks and sleds. I want to do more decorating, it looks so bare! If I had the materials I'd deck our house out like Buddy does to Gimballs in 'Elf".</div>
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One more thing (sorry, instead of short blogs every day, I seem to just be doing long ones every weeks or so...) We're making friends!!! This may not be a big deal for most people, but for us it's huge. We've moved around so much it gets annoying to make new friends. We get to a new place and just wish we had our old friends and didn't have to make the effort. The first few months in our new homes have consisted of me missing my old friends (Salisbury, Provo, Florida, England, or wherever they've all moved to) and Nathan just feeling sorry for me. Waah. And I'm a very "come to me and I'll love you forever" person, not a "hi, will you be my friend?" person. Sad, but true. Anyway, we hung out with some couples from the ward last night and it was a blast. So that plus Adam and Joanna equals happy Kelsey. Now all I need is a job! </div>Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16039604040313129847noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865478040100252420.post-66156660454463549532011-11-28T20:38:00.001-08:002011-11-28T20:52:29.366-08:00Thanksgiving<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I did some research before we went so I'd have something to do while poor Nathan took his 3 hour test and I came across Walnut Canyon. It was a beautiful spot off of Route 66 20 miles away from the testing center. It was a short hike into the canyon to see cave dwellings where Native Americans used to live. Cool huh? And only 5 bucks. </div>
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I got my kicks.... you know the rest. :)</div>Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16039604040313129847noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2865478040100252420.post-57782223035719705902011-11-01T19:32:00.000-07:002011-11-01T19:32:51.309-07:00Lady Blazer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My cute niece Lydia really enjoyed her first real trick-or-treating experience! What a cute little Lady Bug :) I especially love her shoes!<br />
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My sister-in-law Joanna and her little Bug :)</div>Kelseyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16039604040313129847noreply@blogger.com2