Conversing with Children

Last week I went camping with some family up Albion Basin. Miranda's kids were there and as usual, provided us with lots of entertainment. I thought about this conversation again today it made me laugh out loud.

Miranda was justifying some holes on Hatee's pj's and said something about her washing machine eating her clothing.
Ty: Yeah, washing machine my butt.
Micah (in all seriousness): Ty-Ty, your butt's a washing chine?

To see another form of entertainment provided by Micah, fly on over to Ty and Bre's blog. Oh, I love these kiddos.

Mt. Nebo

On Saturday Ty, Bre and I climbed to the top of Mt. Nebo. It was ... hard but good. I'll leave it at that.

This was right before the climb of death, that is why I am still smiling.

On the death hill, there was not as much smiling.The three of us having lunch at the summit. Feeling pretty happy about being on top of the mountain.
The summit.

If Bre and I were in a band, this would be our new album cover.For the last 2 miles I pretty much wanted to kill myself. I was so tired. But now 24 hours later, I feel good about it and happy that we made it to the top. I was really pleased because I had a lot of good company for the hike. I made some new friends, there were about 4 flies that flew circles around my head for the WHOLE 8 hours. It was so nice of them to buzz sounds of encouragement in my ears the WHOLE 8 hours. They would softly pat me on the back, head, arms, legs etc. not bothering me at all. Thanks fly guys. See you next year.

Did you know I am a Godmother?

Did you know I am a Godmother? Well, I am. I think I am a good one too. This is my Goddaughter Josie Mae. I think that she is great, and I am pretty sure she adores me. When I looked up what a Godparent is supposed to do, it said that traditionally, godparents are informally responsible for ensuring the child's religious education is carried out. I think that we can all agree that I am a great candidate for this job. I love her.

Spring Break 2010

Long breaks from school and work are great because you get to relax, sleep in, play, and not be too responsible. Long breaks from school and work are not so great because eventually you have to go back after having a taste of freedom.

My break began by hanging out with these two princesses (I can't wait to show these photos to Ev's future lady friends).

After it snowed in the UC, we headed to Moab to play with these monkeys. This photo is before all 7 of them told off some boy scouts for killing tadpoles. Saving the environment one young amphibian at a time.

We hiked around Canyonlands for a day, looking at petroglyphs, old Native American granaries, and jumping over potholes.

According to this little man, we found lots of dinosaur eggs, bones and nests. Unfortunately we were unable to find any remnants of the tie-dyed triceratops.

At one point Rio and I had a very inspirational conversation that went a little something like this:
River: "Kell, why do you have your sleeves rolled up? To get a tan?"
Me: "Yup."
River: "Why do you want a tan? To get a boyfriend?"
Me: "Exactly."
River: "You know, if you found a "real man", he wouldn't care what you looked like."
Me: " Hmmm...."

At one point over the break a certain sister-in-law, who will remain nameless (but it rhymes with Trashli), told me my hair looked like Joseph Smith. Yes you read that correctly, JOSEPH SMITH! I was flattered, of course.Now I kind of want to shave my head, or get extensions.

We ended the break with a Sunday afternoon cartwheel competition. And because we are not competitive at all, we video-taped the event to judge who won. Points were given on style, form and landing. I put the footage to some music for your viewing pleasure. I think you will be impressed with our skills.

I'm a little bit sick of bloggin'.

Don't get me wrong, I still love stalking all of you. I still read others blogs, but no longer feel any desire to update mine. Maybe it is because I like seeing the overdone holiday spirit that was shown on my last post, maybe I don't like change, maybe I am still holding on to holiday memories wishing I could thrown tinsel on things, maybe I am sick of winter.

A couple week ago I went to visit Kel in DC. Thank goodness I am not there now. We had a grand old time. We strutted around the city like we were born there, navigated the streets like we were city girls and rocked the subway like no one has before. Our 5th or so pic of the capitol. The man that took this pic must not like the Statue of Freedom on top, hence he cut it out of the picture.

Me and Kel practically bought this place out. They were going out of business (not sure if that is a good sign). Michelle was obviously very excited to see me.

Roaming around the National Mall.

Although not flattering of either of us, this is probably my favorite picture. It was raining quite hard and was cold. My face says exactly what I feel.

A shout out to our most gracious host, Kelcy. It was very nice to catch up with her. Kelcy and Darrell opened up Hotel Pierre for Kel and I. We enjoyed the laughs, Trinidadian food, and not to mention the Jag we cruised around in.

And I cannot forget Matt, the man who lives inside of this.I am not sure what Matt looks like but judging by his accent, I think it is probably something like this:Matt, without you there would have been much more cussing, honking, tears and overall despair. I think I am in love with him.