Pig Lovin' at the Utah County Fair

Now that is what I call love.

I am the MURDERER of love.

Most people that know me, know that I do not like pets. But I do however like "wild" animals (for example.. Quail).
Well on Friday night around 7:35 pm I was driving up Center St. in Springville to take Darci home. We were minding our own business when a small family of quail decided it was a good time to dart out and cross the road. Now usually when driving near birds they get out of the way, even at the last second they always get away! Right?

Wrong! Seeing the family get closer and closer to the car I screamed and covered my face with my hands (I know, not the smartest thing while driving). As we passed I slowly peered into the rear view mirror only to see the small family (minus one) scatter across the road and ... one bird lumped up not moving. My screaming turned into words (some which I won't repeat) "Oh my gosh I killed their MOM, I hit one, I killed their MOM!!!" and tears streamed down my face. I dropped off a smirking Darci who's exact words were " I love that you are crying."

I could hardly bring up the courage to drive back down Center St. Passed the feathery lump. I got home and blubbered as I retold the story to a very sensitive and sympathetic family who LAUGHED at me the whole time I was crying. Thank guys for your love and support during this difficult time in my life. To add some salt to the wound my Mom even told me I was the murderer of love.

Just so you all know, the past two nights I have had nightmares about murdering animals. Keep your pets indoors.

Woman of Wisdom

Last Friday morning I was getting ready to go to work and having a little chat with Mar bear, who had slept over and woken up at 7:00 AM (I don’t get why kids, who have nothing to do, wake up so EARLY!) She was struggling to understand the hard facts of life… that just because Aunt Kell is taller than Grandma doesn’t mean that I am OLDER than Grandma. Somehow she got onto the topic of dating and marriage (go figure). The conversation went something to the effect of :

Maren: “Kell, when you grow up and have a boyfriend, you can tell him he is “hot” and that means that he is cool. Or you can say he is “hot hot” and that means he is really cool. Or you can say that he is “hot hot in the microwave”, and that means that he is REALLY REALLY neat. But you don’t have to say it if you don’t want to."

Me: "Hmmm, good to know Marbear."

Maren: “Yeah and if you want to get married, you just get a wedding dress and just sit on the couch and wait to go on a date. Then you just ask the boy if he wants to get married. If he says “yes” then you get your wedding dress and go to the temple. If he says “no”, then you just ask a other boy." (not a typo, this is how Maren says "another")

Me: "Hmmm."

Maren: “Yeah and when you get married you just get a wedding dress, go to the temple, then come home and put your pajamas on and go to sleep. Did you know that?”

Did I know that?! NO! I had NO idea! HOW COME NO ONE EVER TOLD ME!

I didn't know which was more sad the fact that I think her method really might work, or that my 4 year old niece is concerned about my dating life.

Hilariously Awkward

I love Wimbledon. In high school my friends and I would get up early and make breakfast and watch the finals. I get the same rushes watching tennis as I do when I play. I literally grunt, cringe, yelp and chuckle as I watch. This picture of the two Champions also made me grunt, cringe, yelp and chuckle. On the court they are so graceful and easy to watch, here.... not so much. I know they are athletes, not models, but still this pictures is hilariously awkward.

Somebody call Guiness... I think we have a record here.

I have decided that blogging is really more of a Winter "sport", when it is 3 degrees outside and you have to keep yourself entertained indoors. Now that it is summer, it is warm, the sun shines, and blogging has slowly fallen to the bottom of my "things I want to do" list. But I also do more fun things that I should blog about. Hence I have come up with a record breaking blog. Those who are about to embark on this epic journey should do so wisely. If your eyes become strained, take a break. You don't need to read the whole thing all at once. This INSANELY long blog is to document what I have done this summer.

I went climbing for the first time (outside) in Moab. Ty and Bri were kind enough to take Bre and Myself to Potash, where we competed like gladiators up the rock face.


I remodeled my bedroom. Before I started work I took a day to paint my room. While both my parents were leery about my color choices, I think it turned out quite nice. My dad at one point said "well.... that looks interesting."


The highlight thus far has been the river trip. It was the perfect trip. Although we were sad that some family members were missing, it was a ton of fun to have a trip of just our family. Alina was really "pushing" to fit in in above picture.


On our way back from the San Juan we slept in Moab, and got to the see the river bridge. The bridge is massive, yet it still sways when you jump. I don't get how concrete and steel "sways".


"The greatest place on Earth". Well that is not exactly how I feel about the carnival but the girls seem to love it. Just looking at some of the rides (and people) made me want to vomit.


Bri took his boys to ride the horses, then realized that Bre and myself have also never really ridden a horse. Luckily we rode Tilly, which is referred to as a over sized dog. Abby on the other hand was not as nice and gave someone quite a ride.


After cousins camp, Ash and myself took River and Ridge home and got to hang out in Moab for the weekend.

On Thursday Creed and Jen took us to the Arts Festival in Salt Lake. There were many interesting works of art and people. I even got to carry Everette in his slingy thing. I have never felt more like a mom. But I'll tell you what.. that baby sling is a GUY MAGNET!

We were lucky enough to catch a performance of the Rose Phantom on our way out of the Arts Festival. I don't really have anything to say... the video says it all. He will "light" up your day, I'll tell you that.

A Night To Remember (for those that were sober)

Brett Dennen

Mason Jennings

May 21 will be noted as the day that the best concert EVER took place (at least in my record books). Tonight I went and saw Missy Higgins, Brett Dennen AND Mason Jennings! The stars aligned and two of my favorite people, Brett and Mason, decided to go on tour together. This was also the first time that I got to whip out my ID and prove that I was 21 or older. Although I won't deny that the seven foot tall steroid pumped bouncer still made me kind of nervous. The concert was amazing, both artists lived up to their hype. Since this was my first concert at a 21 an older club I really paid attention to my fellow "clubbers" and I think I picked up some really important life lessons.

First.... when smoking from a bong it is best to crouch down one at a time, so no one will suspect anything.

Old people can rock out to Mason too.

Weed smells like sweet smoke, or smoke mixed with a little incense.

Bouncers do not let you in, even if your 21st birthday is TOMORROW. Maybe next year hon.

"Feeling tremendous pain in you heart is what life is all about, and we should have the capacity within to love someone so much that we can make ourselves disappear." Brett Dennen

Brett Dennen says weird things after a "couple" of drinks.

This last one I heard from the crouching bong guy, I think I will adopt it as my new motto:
"If it ... makes you .. happy......... just... Effing do it!"

Overall it was a fantastic night, and since I was sober, it is not one I will soon forget.

SERENITY NOW!

I am fairly certain that as of yesterday I am the only emotionally stable person living in my apartment. In the past month both of my roommates have broken up with their boyfriends and are having a hard time.... well surviving. It seems like every time I come home someone is laying in the fetal position in their bed with the lights off, sitting in the lazy boy with glazed over eyes, or eating chocolate like the stores are gonna stop selling it. We now have a stash of Nyquil, to help the above mentioned girls actually go to sleep, and I feel like a constant care-tech making sure that they eat and shower regularly. Now call me crazy but isn't it funny that the only sane person, is the one who didn't have a boyfriend? I see a common trend, boys make you crazy.

Feliz Cumpleanos Padre

I just wanted to say Happy to Birthday to my one and only Padre. My dad is the most humble, giving, stubborn, loving, protective, loyal, fly fisherman I know. He would do anything for anyone and would give you the shirt off his back. He is such a good Dad and I love him very much. Happy Birthday Dad!

Are you waiting for your prince charming?

Tonight Darci, Kate and Myself were on campus, at Old Main to be more specific. We were taking pictures of me on the "A", which is totally lame and cheesey, BUT Alina wanted me to for a portfolio I have to put together. Anyways I am standing on the "A" complaining that it is sticky when I hear this guy, but there is no guy with us. We all looked over, assuming he was going to be mocking me for actually taking pictures on the "A". For those of you who aren't USU alumni or attendees, the "A" is a small platform, held up by four A's. This is where true aggie night takes place, where mobs of people attack each other and kiss while touching the "A", thus becoming "True Aggies" (no, I have never attended, this is just the word on the street). Anyways he asks if I am waiting for my prince charming to come and kiss me on the "A". Before it can get too awkward, he laughs and asks us if we want to throw a boomerang. I was thinking that "throw a boomerang" might be slang for something else, so I was hesitant to answer. Turns out he really wanted to teach us how to throw a boomerang. So we ended up hanging out with him and his friends and they really taught us how to throw a boomerang. I had never done this, and it was quite fun, a little scary when they fly past your head, but fun.

Spring Break 2008 woot woot!

Wow it has been sometime since I have updated this thing. Truth is school controls my life! I don't know what it is about this semester but it is grueling. Luckily this past week I was free (free fallin') from school, free from studying, free from homework, free from work. And that calls for a WOOT WOOT! This spring break was a time for me to try new things. I had a lot of firsts.... First time I had ever been a bridesmaid, first time going to preschool, first time in a real "hole in the ground" hot spring. To start the break my roommate/friend Michelle got married. Hence the bridesmaid, well pseudo bridesmaid, I don't know if you could call us bridesmaids because all we really did was pose for pictures. We were all very excited for her, but sad to lose her as well. I then went to preschool with Mar Bear, which anything that involves Mar Bear is usually hilarious. Then my very patient brother Tyty took us backpacking in Zions. He planned the trip and then was very slowly outnumbered by females. It was a blast and I am proud to say that I am the only one of the trip who didn't slip in the mud, fall into the river, or run into a tree.

Oh and I hope Ty and Bre aren't mad that I made a video with some of their pictures.

The True Princess

I saw this picture and immediately thought of my cute little nieces. This picture is dedicated to all of the princesses out there, myself included, who have a hard time always acting like one. This is also to contradict the saying of "Act like a lady" I hate that saying.

"Hair" is my new do

So I made a pretty rash decision this week, and just decided to chop off my hair. Why hold on to it... right?

Happy Birthday Madre!

Mom I hope that you had a fantastic day! I love you so much and am so thankful to have a mom like you.

Baby Everett Meet Aunt Kell

I went down to SLC on Monday to finally meet my newest, tiniest little nephew, Everett Creed Murdock. To be completely honest the whole pregnancy and birthing details kind of creep me out, and well... scares me to death! But I can't deny that the finished product is amazing. He is so tiny, soft and warm. I love that he can barely open his eyes, but when he does everything is new to him. I love that he wants to be wrapped up so tight, and when he can move he yelps. I love the cooing noises that he makes and even his little cry is adorable (although in large increments, probably not so cute).

Snowly Cow!

This weekend my environmental education class took a little field trip to the Grand Teton National Park. I think we were doing "research" but nobody was really sure. We stayed at the Teton Science School, explored the park, and snowshoed a little. The snow up there was INSANE, the pictures don't do it justice. There were times when the snow was as tall as me.
This is normally a great view of the Grand Tetons, but the clouds didn't leave the whole time we were there. Bummer.

Corona Arch

Last weekend we went to Moab to visit Bri and Alina. We went on a hike to Corona Arch. It was a little chilly but felt quite a bit warmer than Logan. It was a good break from the below zero temperatures.

A pain in my neck

So this week (today in fact) I had to take the Praxis. The Praxis is a content knowledge test that you HAVE to pass in order to student teach, and then again as a real life teacher. So this was kind of a big deal. Not only does it cost $$$, but you don't pass you don't student teach (until you take it again... and pass). So my good friends Constance and Candace came over to study this week. Since studying was kind of boring we ended up taking pictures of ourselves studying (or pretending to studying and making Pazookies).

After taking the test at 7:30 AM, I treated myself to a trip to the DI. Now I know that chances are, nobody really cares what I got at DI. BUT I was so proud of this trip that I took a picture of all the good stuff I got. I know I am a nerd, but I can't help it. I got 12 good books, a cute wallet, a wooden necklace, 3 Chinese lanterns (that actually light up), awesome shoes and an electronic Catch Phrase for a whopping total of......(drum roll please)........ 26 DOLLARS.


I forgot to tie in the title of the blog. When we took the practice test my head was tilted a weird way that made it hurt for a while. Then I spent so long looking at books at DI with my head tilted to read the titles, it was hard to straighten my neck. It is hard being a college student.

Back to school...Sniff...Sniff...

Well the holidays have come to an end and that means that I am back in Logan. Don't get me wrong I do love Logan ... now, I used to not so much. But nothing is quite like being at home when the whole fam is gathered together, doing nothing productive, laying in front of the fireplace, never really getting out of your pajamas, eating more junk food than anybody ever really should, and having it be perfectly acceptable.
I think it is quite funny that I am posting a video of the holiday extravaganza when most of the people who will watch it, were there and experienced it for themselves. The game playing was out of control and I am happy that I could snap some photos, the awkward hand hold is a part of the new cranium that includes puppetry, lets just say that some people felt uncomfortable. And my dad on the floor, don't worry he is not dead, just skydiving.
I can't complain too much though because Logan did welcome me with open arms. Today some guy told me I looked "Spiffy", which I think is a good thing, but am not sure. Then in environmental ethics I saw the best balding student with a LONG ponytail that was parted in a comb over to cover his shiny white head. Thanks Logan, you always seem to cheer me up.

White Hairs and Gingerbread Houses.

So I guess last semester really took its toll on me. While studying for a singing test, yes you read it right, I had a singing test, my good pal Constance pointed out a glistening white hair a top my head. At first I didn't believe it, but it is true. I guess I should just succumb to the fact that I will be dying my hair for years to come. Although I usually try to stay away from taking pictures of myself I thought this was a worthy cause.
On a more holly jolly note, we made Gingerbread houses last week. I think the activity was supposed to be for the kids, but somehow it ended up being Miranda, Jen, Tyler, Hatee and myself decorating.

Only At Christmas Time

Tis the season for creativity! Our decorations this year certainly are far from ordinary, which we ourselves are also becoming. Because of lack of funds and "real" decorations, we had to put our heads together (and steal some ideas from Alina) to make our apartment glow with Christmas goodness.
We started by covering our windows with shrink wrap, which I think is usually the best place to start the winter festivities. You may also notice that while inside our little apartment we are all wearing scarves (which Jen, I don't own one of my own ;) ), our heat is not working and we are FREEZING! Anyways, we ended up cutting a branch off of our neighbors pine tree (shhh, don't tell). We then grabbed one of Michelle's real skirts and used it as a tree skirt, then hung a star from the ceiling down to the tree. When we realized we had no lights for the tree we strung popcorn, and with no ornaments we hung our ear rings, no Christmas stockings we hung our own socks. Needless to say we are proud of our humble abode.