these are pictures from a road trip that holly jo, ashli aland, alissa tully and i took to zion and st g. it was so fun!

a decision

Yes, i did it! I have decided to move to salt lake city. I feel really good and happy inside. (for the most part) (I'll tell you the only two bad things in a bit).

So, I heard about this massage school that was highly recommended by massage therapists in salt lake. I inquired at the school, and found out that the semester started that day. So I started the next day. strangely, this is exactly how i got into beauty school. I didn't think about it- i just went to the school the 2nd day of class and began my life in the crazy world of beauty. The decision to go to beauty school has been the best financial decision of my life. People were shocked when i did it, and even now i sometimes freak out that i do hair. Mostly when i look in the mirror and realize that i haven't combed my hair in 2 days... it doesn't really fit my personality or something. and yet it does.

I think this blog is going to be a rambler. so sorry. But the other day in massage school, a girl in my class was saying how her friend in seattle decided to go to beauty school. She thought it was crazy because he wants to work in the healing industry, and the hair industry seems like the furthest thing from that. As i was thinking about that, i realized that the hair industry is one where you help people. I love my job because of that. I love that people pour their lifes out on me and let me give them feedback, or just listen. Its so fun and depressing. anyway, im just putting a plug in for hair doers. its a really amazing job. but i am so excited to get into this new massage stuff.

And, i got a new job at a salon is slc! im so excited! ill only work fridays and saturdays, but tell people to come to me... if they dare. Im actually a little good at it. I charge 80$ for cut and color, and 30 for a cut. Its a good deal in slc.



My Brother John married his love, Maryssa 2 weekends ago. The day was warm, and they were so beautiful! i love them both so much. They never read this, but im just really excited for them to be wed. And yes, calli my 6 year old niece caught the bouquet. the little bum face.







I am now going to tell you the sad and bad things. First, eric and i aren't dating anymore. I haven't talked much about our relationship because i don't like telling personal stuff on here. but I miss him, and i love who he is and what he has taught me about love and communication. He loved me without judgement. It's a fulfilling way to be loved.

Second, my bed is not directly on the floor and i am really uncomfortable with that. I still look in my closet before i go to sleep every night, and when my bed isn't on the floor i have to look under there too. The thing is, nothing "living" could actually fit under the bed. (its only about 5 inches off the floor) so mostly i'm scared of ghosts or skinny monsters. I woke up at 5 am this morning and stepped off my bed and felt cold air coming from under my bed. I don't like it. i hate it.

L,
s

what is going on here?

I really don't have any idea. those of you who look at this blog, will you cast a vote for one of these options?

1. move to san fransico in my vw bus (that will likely break down on the way), get a job and rent a driveway/kitchen/bathroom.

2. stay in slc and get a job and make some damn money.

3. move to damn logan and make some damn money.

So I accidently told a prospective client that i worked in a strip bar instead of a strip mall. I don't think she'll ever call. sad.

no pictures today- i cant find my camara. its somewhere in this huge pile of stuff that's in my parents garage that i keep wishing wasn't mine. do we all get to the point of wanting to start over with stuff? just throwing everything away and having nothing? i would love that right now. every time i try to throw some of my clothes away one of my little sisters grabs it and is so so happy, and then i see it in her closet 5 months later and i take it back. its a vicious cycle.

love, s

hi cute baby blog

ok so. does it seem weird when you almost turn 26 and you are sitting at your parents house trying to figure out where your next big move is going to be? and then you decide that its going to be to your parents house?
It seems weird to me. as does the spelling of wierd. (weerd)

i have the boyfriend eric. he is moving back up to logan for the fall semester, and so i might do that. i want to be where he is. that is cute. fall in logan is my favorite time of year.

we went to jackson hole last weekend after spending the week at flaming gorge with my family. It was such a good week. i love flaming gorge.

and then we were driving through the forest in jackson and we saw a moose and then we saw a bear. !! it was scary! but also it was cool.

we came home, then i showered for the first time in a week. it was scary. but i also thought it was fun to be that dirty. and now i only try to shower 3 times a week instead of 7.

These are pictures from the past few months. some are up in bellingham, some are in vancouver and some are here in utah.













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Hello again blog

It has been a long time once again. I have nothing to talk about except things that i don't really want every person in the world wide web to know about. So I'll just write.

I love summer so much that i want it to stay for ever. But during that one winter i spent in hawaii i realized that I only love love summer because of how much i really hate winter. and I love that those little flowers that come up every spring all the sudden push their little stems up through the dirt. its neat isn't it? I went to bellingham wa a few weeks ago and caught a train up to vancouver bc. it was really pretty in both places, yet i was disappointed because it was cold in june. kinda really cold. i had to steal soccer socks from the boy i was staying with. and a hat and gloves.

in vancouver i didn't really talk to anyone. it was a different kind of trip because i didn't feel like being nice to people. so i just didn't look at people or smile very much. It was invigorating. but then this cynical boy started talking to me. we became walking friends for a day.

Its funny how one person can fulfill you. How they can make you feel comfortable being totally alone because you know that person cares about you. You dont have to feel lonely because you know that if that person could they would be with you. and the people around you know that too. Or even if they don't know that you still do, so you don't have to explain your alone state to anyone. i have a small complex about being cool.

I ran a red light today in centerville. on pages lane and main. It was so weird. i looked up and saw green then suddenly 7 seconds later when i was in the middle of the intersection and someone was honking as they swerved around me, i looked up and saw red. oops. sorry everyone. luckly i was not in my blue car with the white door or i would be sad and scared of everyone knowing who i was and hating me. I have never run a red light before. even if im in the middle of nowhere in a land where there are no people i still don't dare. I turned a new leaf today. I efficiantly got through a red light in a crowded intersection with nothing but a memory to show for it. and my sister michelles memory too. she hated me for a few seconds.

Here are the pictures i alluded to. Better late than never.

This is my niece cali. She's a cutie.


My older sister Deb and my younger sister michelle. and I. I hate the "and i" rule.

Just a weed or two.








A tribute. please don't move to idaho.







I thought this picture was nice with the shadows and my sisters playing happily in the road.










This is Eric and me.