she's such a good girl*

Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.

In an effort of emotional regulation, I avoided watching this movie for a few months. I read the book last year and it was tough (losing your Dad at age 10 and trying desperately to keep his memory alive hits awfully close to home.) Then one Saturday when I was pretending I wasn't a student and had time to watch a movie alone, it was staring at me from the Red Box screen.

Wow. Oh wow, oh wow.

The music. The acting. The cinematography. The tambourine. I think a film should make you really feel something, and hopefully more than just one thing. And it did. You should watch it, and I'll sit here and jealously wish I was seeing it again for the first time. I watched it once alone (a good choice) and again with Landon. (We keep saying "lie number 47" after one of us says something out of the ordinary)  

*I sobbed through that whole scene. Sandra Bullock is golden, and if my love for Tom Hanks could grow anymore, it might have. And don't even get me started on Viola Davis. Or Thomas Horn!


i roller-coaster for you

We had two barbecues (count em'! Two!) this weekend. Friday night with the Haynes and Warnicks and Saturday night with the Blairs and Allens (and some of their friends.)  I'm requesting nothing less than at least 2 cookouts every summer weekend from here on out, is that too unreasonable? My other request is that there is at least one cute baby at each event. Every man present at Friday nights BBQ has a motorcycle, so we all took turns putting around the parking lot. You should see Lando squirm in nervousness when I ride the bike. The funny thing is, I'm actually pretty good! And it's kind of cute to watch him worry.

Kayaking on Saturday was a bust because the ORC had rented out ALL of their kayaks for a trip this weekend, so we got up early and took Boris climbing in Ririe because I realized I only have 3 more weeks of Laura in Rexburg, 3 WEEKS! I can't even think about it. I am beyond sad she is leaving me... for Hawaii... that jerk.

We spoke in church today. Yikes. But now we've paid our dues. No more speaking in church for at least 2 years, right? 



1. Summer is here! I don't think you'll ever hear me say that I'm ready for the summer to be over. (Luckily, it collapses into Fall.)

2. There are only 4 weeks left in this semester. Wait, what? Yes, that's what I said. I feel like I'm getting all Mom-ish and 2-months-today-I-can't-believe-how-fast-my-baby-is-growing-omg-i'm-weeping-stop-growing-right-now-!-!-!-! on this semester but really? 4 WEEKS LEFT! Crazyyyyyyyyy. 

3. I just went to see my dear friend Katie's 3rd directorial debut! It was a play written by E.S. Randall (a student here on campus) and Katie blew me away. I am so lucky to know good, talented, beautiful people like her.

4. I've been making some plans with family members to visit this summer. A sister, a brother, a Mom and some cousins. We cannot wait! Everyone come! We'll show you a good time and make you homemade chocolate ice cream. Have you ever had Grandma Lines homemade chocolate ice cream? It's worth the drive.

5. We take Burry on a walk every evening, seems like a healthy life choice, no? Well we just found out that Artic Circles cones are only 79 cents all summer so now our walks are pretty counter productive.

Happy almost Friday friends! Kayaking is on the forecast!


all your big plans

This weekend was spent at the straining our necks at the air show, eating a huge burger and sweet potato fries at Sammy's (no shame!), smores by the river with friends, Sunday dinner with Boris, and cry-laughing at one of our primary kids deciding to do a head stand in the middle of class for a good 3 minutes. (Oh, and lots of other boring stuff like studying for tests and cleaning the apartments for inspection, but that was both boring and uneventful)

This semester "working for the weekend" has never seemed so relevant.

4 days and counting...


i'll take to be lost

Moody Hills hike with my new hiking bag (and anniversary present!)

Should I apologize in advance for the ridiculous amounts of photos of us in random forests in Idaho? I just really don't think we'll do much else in our spare time this summer. I mean, this place was 20 minutes from our front door, and I can think of a lot more places that are 5, 10, or 15 minutes from it. We set a goal this year to seek entertainment in unconventional ways (read: stop watching TV when we're bored) and with so many places so close, I think we can do it.

And I just really like taking photos.


the rest of our lives would fair well

Before he ever said he loved me, he told me I was his best friend. And here we are 5 years later, best friends till' kingdom come.

Happy 5 years Lando, I'm glad I'm your girl.


your perfectly vulnerable beating heart

Being tender and open is beautiful. As a woman, I feel continually shhh’ed. Too sensitive. Too mushy. Too wishy washy. Blah blah. Don’t let someone steal your tenderness. Don’t allow the coldness and fear of others to tarnish your perfectly vulnerable beating heart. Nothing is more powerful than allowing yourself to truly be affected by things. Whether it’s a song, a stranger, a mountain, a rain drop, a tea kettle, an article, a sentence, a footstep, feel it all – look around you. All of this is for you. Take it and have gratitude. Give it and feel love.— Zooey Deschanel


for more reasons than one hundred

(warm river, idaho)

June & October are always competing for the favorite month spot and I have to say, you better step up your game October, because 2 days into June is looking really good.