I could pretend to be Houdini, as I sharpen every knife in the entire house hold! WHICH will come in handy when I start knife fighting classes/assassin school.
Scott, Ciera, and Emily make up the band Book On Tapeworm.
And, oh, how their music stirs up my soul. (I told you I have talented friends.)
I had the pleasure of joining them on stage (harp power!) a year back for a few shows, and let me just tell you, these kids are like the Provo BEATLES. BOT mania has taken over Utah County! At the very least, they're heading down that right path to extraordinary fame and fortune (if anyone starts dating any artistic Asian, who enjoys laying in bed all day, I will personally take them down).
Dear Book On Tapeworm. Dear Scott, Ciera, and Emily. I love you all so so so much... you're each an individual delight. I believe that you music, talent, and overall je ne sais quoi will take you far.
Cheers on the new music video! I really enjoyed watching it. The guys at The Occidental Saloon, the Provo basedperformance music video production genius troupe, really out-did themselves this time. I was spell-bound, and spent a great deal of my morning watching and re-watching, over and over again.
Best, CVB
P.S. Current reader, please please give it this video a watch, tattoo Scott's face on your stomach, and tell all your friends about your new favorite band:
Who has the best sisters? ME. Who has the best mother? ALSO ME.
These lovely ladies threw me a bridal shower, and invited the whole extended family gang as well as my bridal party and other special (special in the total babe type way, not the 'special' way you use to describe friends you don't want to ride in cars with) friends over to celebrate. My sisters and ma mere slaved over my party for forever, and I am so very grateful for their thoughtfulness, their decorating know-how, their ability to cook THE BEST BRIDAL SHOWER FOOD EVER. Thank you thank you thank you. I felt so happy and... and... special. Yes, even that.I completely forgot to bring my camera, but fortunately for my sanity and scrapbook, my dear friend Miss Jana brought her's and documented the entire shindig. My guests ate and visited while I talked to everyone and barely ate anything due to my party adrenalin racing. Tis a tragedy. I wasn't kidding about that food being the best bridal shower food ever. Check my sister's recipe blogA Piece Of Cake. You'll then understand what you've missed out on. You'll probably cry a little bit. You'll probably wish you were nicer to me in 2nd grade. It's ok.GAMES. Apparently I do not know my fiancee, thus the reason I tried to fit about a million gumdrops into my tiny little girl mouth.PRESENT TIME. I received so many lovely things. To my dear family and friends, from my the bottom of my little domestic goddess heart, I thank you. I wish I could have a bridal shower every year instead of a birthday. Mmmmm... a vacuum a year...I loved embarrassing mine and Chris' extended family. And what better way to do that, then by flashing around some sexy laundry...... see? That's either bridal shower boredom, or embarrassed winching. OR BOTH. We've all been there. Who REALLY ever wants to know the sordid details of sexual costuming?
I can rate my nerdiness on the level of excitement I get at receiving squirt guns and video games as bridal presents. My inner 13 year old boy was (and is) exuberant as Christmas morning over getting toys, as apparent in these photos:I love my Grandma. Grace Elizabeth Bagley is a saint (just like Dorothy Mantooth... come on people). I'm so happy she was able to be there for me on my day.
This was a good day. I wish I could have a bridal shower every year. Every week. Every ten seconds.
Friends, Romans, Countrymen, What a terribly blasé way of opening this blog, particularly because I've been opening ALL of my mass messages this way for much much too long... what can I say? Old habits die hard. But enough about me, what about you? What do you think of me. I'M JOKING. I never want to know that.
I just got back from a very thrilling, thought-provoking, and action-packed (I'm loving the hyphenated describing words... now "thrilling" bores me. Maybe if it were 'thrill-ling'. Too simple a fix? Let's try dyno-thrill, now with EVEN THREE TIMES THE THRILL. Something) trip to New York City, which I could tell you about, but I'm not going to. INSTEAD, I'm going to tell the short story of how my wonderful fiancee bought me 'Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix', just because he missed me. Fin. Oh, and he knows that I am wildly obsessed with Harry Potter (the books... the movies were like ok-meh-yeah-that's fun- fan fiction).
Yea verily, indeedy indeedy I am, what has been pop-culturally labeled as, a 'Potterhead'. Ah yes, the veiled drug reference, but in reality, the addiction levels are probably just as similar. Case in point:
I continually brag about being the first in my middle school to read "Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone". Continually. Constantly. Continent-ally (because all signs point to yes that I've talked about this in every country I've ever been in. Sorry travel friends/family). This probably isn't the BEST thing to brag about though... the truth is I only read myself through the school library, made bff's with the librarian, and got first dibs on new coming books because I had zero friends in middle school. Zero. You know why? Because (and I don't regularly swear on my blog, as I'm pretty sure my mom reads it) middle school girls are BITCHES.
I once named two different casts for a piece I choreographed last year "Team Potter" and "Team Narnia" and definitely favored "Team Potter". Sorry, C.S. Lewis.
Engage in really annoying discourses and lectures to and with my tween-teenage ballet students , entitled "Vampires Will Never Sparkle because Cedric Diggory is Dead" and "Hermione Granger: my literary feminist heroine".
I currently have the Deathly Hallows drawn on my arm, a remnant from watching "HP and the Deathly Hallows: Part One" last evening (Kari Jo and Megan half the penned-tattoo too, so I'm still holding onto some dignity).
I'm probably going to visit Harry Potter World whilst on my Honeymoon. True story.
and so on... I heart Ron's nostrils. I want to copperplate them and put them on a shelf for safe-keeping.
Also, I have a deep fondness for the character of Luna Lovegood, in both book and movie form. Lovegood is my sister Bonnie's celebrity doppelganger, if fictional characters portrayed in movies could, in fact, pull off 'celebritaire'.
Flight leaves tonight. Jessica P and Jessica E and Carrie Kim and Jendar and (maybe hopefully? babies make bus rides hard (understandably)) Naomi and others... I want to/will be able to see your faces soon. “Vehement silhouettes of Manhattan - that vertical city with unimaginable diamonds.” Le Corbusier Can we do this... go here but not a billion times? I was cupcake-ed out 2009.
Wish-listed paraphernalia that would render my life wonderfully worldly... frightfully cool objects that suspiciously look like gifts for a 13 year old...
"The waterproof planetarium floats in water and contains a bright light that projects out into the room, or even into the tub itself when flipped over. It also includes Rose Bath and Deep Ocean graphic domes for changing to a different mood."
If only I would win a Toys-R-Us type shopping spree...
I completely forgot to bring my camera, but fortunately for my sanity and scrapbook, my dear friend Miss Jana brought her's and documented the entire shindig. 
My guests ate and visited while I talked to everyone and barely ate anything due to my party adrenalin racing. Tis a tragedy. I wasn't kidding about that food being the best bridal shower food ever. Check my sister's recipe blog A Piece Of Cake. You'll then understand what you've missed out on. You'll probably cry a little bit. You'll probably wish you were nicer to me in 2nd grade. It's ok.
GAMES. Apparently I do not know my fiancee, thus the reason I tried to fit about a million gumdrops into my tiny little girl mouth.
PRESENT TIME.
I loved embarrassing mine and Chris' extended family. And what better way to do that, then by flashing around some sexy laundry...
... see? That's either bridal shower boredom, or embarrassed winching. OR BOTH. We've all been there. Who REALLY ever wants to know the sordid details of sexual costuming?
I can rate my nerdiness on the level of excitement I get at receiving squirt guns and video games as bridal presents. My inner 13 year old boy was (and is) exuberant as Christmas morning over getting toys, as apparent in these photos:
I love my Grandma. Grace Elizabeth Bagley is a saint (just like Dorothy Mantooth... come on people). I'm so happy she was able to be there for me on my day.
This was a good day.
Friends, Romans, Countrymen,
I heart Ron's nostrils. I want to copperplate them and put them on a shelf for safe-keeping.
“Vehement silhouettes of Manhattan - that vertical city with unimaginable diamonds.” Le Corbusier
Can we do this... go here but not a billion times? I was cupcake-ed out 2009.
Who wouldn't want their very own magic garden?
Rushmore Pencils
Hip/drool-worthy bike. ANY hip/drool-worthy bike.
What Happened? Band-aids
"Honey, I left it on the toast."
Skeleton Mugs from Haute Macabre
Homestar Bath Planetarium from japantrendshop
