Thursday, September 30, 2010

For the love of music.

"Music is the great uniter. An incredible force. Something that people who differ on everything and anything else can have in common. Music is a total constant. That's why we have such a strong visceral connection to it. Because a song can take you back instantly to a moment, place, or even a person. No matter what else has changed in you or the world, that one song stays the same, just like that moment, which is pretty amazing"

"Where words fail, music speaks"

"I've often wondered, how did it all start? Who found out that nothing can capture a heart like a melody can? Well whoever it was, I'm a fan."

"Music expresses that which cannot be put into words, and that which cannot remain silent"

"Life is like music; it must be composed by ear, feeling and instict; not by rule."

"Music speaks that which cannot be expressed, soothes the mind and gives it rest, heals the heart and makes it whole, flows from heaven to the soul."

"Create music that causes the listener to love God, love themselves, love their fellow man, think harder, think deeper, think broader, laugh until they cry, laugh when they want to cry, try something new, remember something old, and ultimately live life to the fullest."

♪♫ ♪♫ ♪♫ ♪♫

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

one hundred.

Today is post #100.
Now that's history

Looking back on the past one hundred posts...
I remember. I giggle. I wonder. And I smile.

Blogging can be a kind of journal. I love looking at the pictures and rereading the funny things I've said or the random tangents I have rambled through. Looking at certain posts brings me back to a specific memory, and I can see how my thoughts, emotions, and writing styles have changed from time to time.

I started this blog on May 9, 2009. Almost a year-and-a-half ago...
"This will mark the first post, hopefully the first of many. :)"

Well... this IS post number one hundred.
I don't know if that is considered 'many'
But I think so.

And there will be many more posts to come.

"The only life worth living, is one you are passionate about."

I am passionate about this life. There are so many wonderful and beautiful things to enjoy. So many incredible things to learn and so many different people to learn from. That's why I blog. Because I love the life of me, be it somewhat boring at times, or over-dramatic at other times... or, like most of the time, just plain dorky. "Passionate For Performing" is the name of my blog... but performing is only one of many many things which I am passionate for in this life.

So, whether people read or not, whether people comment or not, or whether it's just me, myself and I rambling into cyberspace... I will continue blogging. Because I am passionate about the life that I live. I treasure the little moments, and I cherish the memories that take my breath away. I love love, I love learning, and I love life. :)

So now... onwards to #200 :)
For now, adieu.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010


Solve the following equation. Plug in the given evidence with the appropriate variables.
let t = Tuesdays, m = math multiplied by the number of hours of work completed, b = Bailee and h = headache. Also, let g = Glee and a = anger.

1)    t + m(3) + b = h
2)    h = b(a)
3)    t - g = b(a)

multiply equations 1 and 3
*Remember h = b(a)
(t + m(3) + b) (t-g) = b(a2)


Answer Key.
1)    Tuesdays + 3 hours of Math + Bailee = a headache.
2)    A headache = anger
3)    Tuesdays - glee = bailee (anger) = angry Bailee

So, if the sum of equation 1 and equation 2 = a, and if equation 3 = a; then the following equation is correct.
(Tuesdays + 3 hours of Math + Bailee) (Tuesdays - glee) =  angry Bailee squared. a very angry Bailee.

...Okay, so that mathematic equation probably didn't make any sense. Obviously. Because math and I are not friends. Math is my #1 enemy, my Nemesis, the bane of my existence, the Lord Voldemort to my Harry Potter, the dog poo to my bare feet...

Math is amongst the scum of the earth. It gives me a headache. It bores me. The word makes me cringe. Math is going to be the death of me. I can see it in my obituary now, "Death by boredom from equations" or "head bursts from too much algebra".

...heavy sigh...

It is equally obvious now that I am a Theatre major... So I'm being a little dramatic about the math thing. But Puhleeez!!! When on earth am I ever going to use this kind of math again?!

Never. That's when.

So, I will painfully endure the rest of my math classes this year. I will unwillingly shove this useless information into my non-math brain. And this will be the last time I complain about it on my blog. But at least I will be done by the end of this school year right? And then I can forget about it.

When that day comes I will not have Math class to ruin my Tuesdays. I will not have to waste heaps of paper on those conglomerations of silly numbers. I will be singing songs of praise to the heavens.

The only Math I need in my life:
1. Cook.
2. Go shopping
3. Construct theatre sets or design costumes
4. To enter grades into the computer if I teach Theatre
5. Budget and manage my money.

The whole "system of equations, inequalities, square roots, pre-calculus and advanced algebra" business will NOT be necessary. At least next week I will be able to watch Glee on Tuesday. That will redeem Tuesday out of it's Math-ridden pit of disgust. But until then, let the stress continue. :)

Monday, September 27, 2010


1. to cause to come into being, as something unique that would not naturally evolve or that is not made by ordinary processes. to make, to cause, or to become.
2. to evolve from one's own thought or imagination, as a work of art or an invention.
3. Theater . to perform (a role) for the first time or in the first production of a play.
4. to be the cause or occasion of; give rise to.
6. to cause to happen; bring about; arrange, as by intention or design: to create a revolution; to create an opportunity.
7. to do something creative or constructive.

"To live a creative life,
We must lose our fear of being wrong."

The Pirate Crew

Here are a few pictures...
there were so many, it was hard to choose. :)

The Last Karaoke Night- 80's Night at Applebees

Friday Night Cast Party

It's Showtime! Closing Day Snapshots
(the first picture wasn't closing day,
it was taken a week earlier... but I like it anyway)

I'm going to miss everyone so much! Thank you for the amazing memories. The pictures don't even begin to describe how much I learned, how many friends I made, and how much fun I had!
I love The Pirates of Penzance!

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Bidding the Pirates Farewell...

The show I'm in... a.k.a. my life for the past 4 months...
The Pirates of Penzance at Hale Centre Theatre is
Finally closing.
It came so much faster than I thought it would.

It's very bittersweet.

I have loved, loved, loved, LOVED
Being a part of this amazing show.

I will not miss...
-Driving to and from Ogden several times a week.
-The pound-and-a-half of makeup on my face.
-Putting pin curls in my hair.
-Wearing my wig.

I will miss...
-The beautiful costume I wear
-The endless soda supply
-My character, Victoria
-Being in love with the pirates.
-Carson and I during the finale
-Dinner with the cast every Saturday
-Karaoke nights
-The variety of random chats with my dressing room.
-5 hour energy shots with the sisters
-Sneaking snacks in costume
-Hearing Stephanie say "SINGLE pirates!" every show.
-Rhett's Elvis impersonation
-Addison hiding behind my skirt
-Mine and Deb's secret conversations during act one
-Green room prayers
-Hearing the audience laugh
-The beautiful sound of "Hail Poetry"
-Standing on the HCT stage
-The people I have met
-The friends I have made
...and the list goes on.

Yesterday we had the Cast Party. Pictures will be up soon.
Today we have two more shows. Only two shows left! I can't believe it all went by so fast.

I'll miss the cast, the show, and everything that I have come to love about Hale Centre Theatre.

But until then, break-a-leg!
Let's make these last two shows the Best. Ever.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

A classic, and a cup of cocoa.

This evening I settled down on the couch for a good classic film.
My dear friend Elisha Brown recommended
Roman Holiday
With the classy Audrey Hepburn
And dashing Mr. Gregory Peck.
She lent it to me and this evening sounded perfect.
Being a rainy day, I heated myself a cup of hot cocoa
And curled up on the couch with my blanket,
Settling down to watch a classic.

I love romance.
Those "sweep me off my feet" kind of stories.
The perfect day out on the town,
The absolutely adorable first kiss.
The old fashions, the cobblestone streets, and the cute buggies.
Where life seems so simple...

Then again, I'm simply a romantic push-over. ;)
I just love love.

I love "happily ever after"
A black-and-white-film kind of romance.
Or just an ordinary romance.
Because when you're in love
Ordinary becomes Extraordinary, right?


And now for a midnight snack and a glass of milk.
Good night :)

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Nature's Shades of Orange.

Autumn is approaching and the leaves are changing color.
On Sunday, my family went on an evening outing
With the Johnsons
To enjoy the mountains and the colorful fall leaves.

We had an enjoyable time,
And the mountains were simply gorgeous.
The hillside was painted in brilliant shades of orange.

On our drive home from the mountains,
We noticed thick smoke billowing across the sky.
As we entered the Salt Lake Valley,
We noticed that there was a massive fire
On the mountainside in Herriman

It was scary, and the firefighters worked hard at
Containing the fire all through the night.

There were four confirmed houses that were burned.
It could've been much worse.
Luckily, the firefighters kept it from spreading.

Despite the destruction,
People couldn't help but stare, awestruck, at the incredible fire.
The mountainside was painted in brilliant shades of orange

Nature is so fascinating.
Sometimes it's peaceful and serene...
And other times it's powerful and dangerous.

But it is always so remarkable.

Wednesday, September 15, 2010

Flour Fight, Anyone?

Today my apartment community had a flour fight! Brittany and I decided we wanted to go, ya know... get the full college experience ;)

Anyway we joined my other two roomates, Ashley Long and Kimberly Springer, and walked out to the soccer field at 6.

Everyone strategically laid out little tissue bags full of flour... and then when they gave us the "Ready, Set... Go!" We all went running for the flour. My plan of attack, because I don't have a very strong arm and when I throw the bag it doesn't break open, was to break open the little bag in my hands and then pour it all over the enemy. ;) This strategy worked better than I thought. tee hee. Overall it was a ton of fun, and I was completely white when the war was over. (As if I'm not already white enough!!)

Anyway, it was a blast! Here are some pics...



Anyway, just a start to some of my crazy college adventures! :)

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Hate Cookies are Sweeter than Love Cookies.

Cookies are scrumptious. Most everyone loves cookies (and for those of you who don't, shame.)

Chocolate chip cookies, peanut butter cookies, snickerdoodles, wagon-wheels, oatmeal cookies, chocolate cookies, and sugar cookes... to name a few.

Cookies can be eaten by oneself, or with friends. Sometimes cookies are seen at socials or parties, and other times they're seen sitting on the counter or inside the cookie jar at home.

People eat cookies for different reasons. Sometimes we eat them because we are hungry, sometimes we eat them because we have a sweet-tooth. Other times we revert to cookies as a comfort food, sometimes we eat them because we are happy, or we might even eat cookies when we are smiply bored (guilty as charged.)

Have you ever made cookies out of love? You know, you're so happy or in such a bright mood that you decide to bake a treat. The batch is made with buckets of love and sunshine. You're having such a wonderful day, and so you must bake a homemade treat. Sometimes you're so happy that you even give your treat away. You share your cookies. These wonderful cookies are called Love Cookies.

Love Cookies are delicious. Love Cookies are the perfect addition to an already-super day. Love Cookies are often shared, and they are always so yummy. They make you smile even wider than you were before you made them. They taste sweet and they really are full of love.

Let's face it, Love Cookies are wonderful. But there's something that's even better than Love Cookies.

Hate Cookies.

Hate Cookies are delicious, too. You know, you're having such a crappy day... you want to punch someone in the face or lock yourself in your room and have a good cry. You were assigned a super-long homework assignment or you got in a fight with your best friend. You're having such a crappy day that you decide you deserve to have a tasty treat. Therefore, you bake Hate Cookies. You don't need to share them... you hoard them and devour them all by your lonesome. (Maybe with one close friend) You need something lovely to compensate for your less-than-lovely day. These are Hate Cookies.

...There's just something about those Hate Cookies. Love Cookies are tasty, but Hate Cookies are even tastier.

When you eat Hate Cookies they taste better than cookies usually do on any other non-hateful day. In my opinon. ;)

So next time you find yourself having a dumb day, bake some Hate Cookies. You just might be surprised at how sweet they taste. :)

Monday, September 13, 2010

Surprise Visit.

Last weekend I had a surprise visit from one of my best friends, Landon Arnold. On Saturday night Matt Baxter and Spencer Walker told me he was on his way to Ogden for the weekend, and that he was going to spend the night and stay in Ogden with us on Sunday.

We had so much fun! On Saturday night Landon, Matt, and Spencer came to mine and Brittany's apartment and we watched The Princess Bride, a movie that (much to many of my friends' surprise)I hadn't seen before. It was a really funny (despite how dumb it is) movie. We laughed a lot and had a good time. My friends and I laugh at the most ridiculous things, and have the most retarded inside jokes... but that's why I love them. ;)

Sunday morning we woke up bright and early for church! We walked up the hill to the church together. Brittany and I went to Relief Society (which I still feel too little to be a part of) and then we joined Spencer, Matt and Landon for Sunday School. We had a "new member meeting" which the five of us attended, and that was pretty fun. It made me excited to be a part of the Singles Ward. Sacrament meeting went really well (and we discovered our ward is going to be split! How sad) and then we lingered longer in the gym and enjoyed some nachos.

After church the boys came to our apartment for lunch, (our cupboards were looking a little barren though) and then I was off to a short "get-to-know-you" meeting with the bishop. When I was finished with my meeting, Matt, Spencer, Brittany and I decided to give Landon the grand tour of WSU campus. Since it was Sunday, the buildings were closed, but we drove over to campus and then walked around outside, enjoying the nice warm weather and showing Landon where our classes were.

Here I am with the handsome boys,
Where we showed Landon the clock tower
(Where you can become a true wildcat on homecoming night! haha)

Brittany and I sitting in the shade by the clock tower :)

Matt being the dork that he is, ( and that we all are)
And playing in the waterfall. lol.

(After Landon started splashing me and getting me wet,
I stayed away from said waterfall)

We continued our walk around campus, went over by the big pond in the front and enjoyed time in the shade, just relaxing and talking. When we were getting tired of campus we drove back to University Village where Brittany and I split off from the boys for a couple of hours. I enjoyed a much-needed nap (Although it ended up being a little long... ... two hours!)

 After my wonderful Sunday nap the boys came back over and we played games and baked cookies! (Chocolate chip-peanut butter chunk. Delicious.) We played "Imaginif" and had several good laughs. After the game and after we enjoyed our cookies, it was time for Landon to head home. But the weekend was fun while it lasted, and he's welcome to come and visit anytime! Matt, Spence, Britt and I love having friends come to Ogden and say hi :) Thanks for the good company Landon, and thanks for the great weekend my friends! :) We'll have to do it again soon.

A Talkative Tangent.

I love being able to talk.

I don't mean trivial talk, or self-absorbed talk. I don't mean everyday socialization... although that is nice too. But I love being able to really talk. I love being able to open up to someone and have a profound conversation. I love the satisfaction I feel when I know I have friends who I could call up in a heartbeat if I needed someone to talk to. It's something I need in life, to be able to have a best friend or a close relative I can talk to.

I love to verbally dissect the way I feel about something. To sit and have an educated, passionate, or profound conversation with someone and discover new feelings, new thoughts, and new opinions. I admire people who can open up and carry a meaningful conversation with me. I treasure the sincerity and honesty of genuine conversations.

It's amazing what you can discover about a person through conversation. It seems obvious to me that talking is a way to learn more about someone... but in today's world people purposefully exclude themselves from this wonderful opportunity to discover new things through conversation. We walk down the street with our eyes cast at the pavement and we can't even look at a friendly passerby in the eye. We plug in headphones that are uninviting to conversation and we enter into a world of silence . We text and use online-chat systems instead of talking in person. Even phone calls cannot compare to sitting face-to-face with someone and talking.

They say "Silence is Golden".
Don't misunderstand... I love silence too. There are always times when I need to get away and be left alone... Me, Myself and I. Silence with someone else is also a treasurable time. To sit in the car and listen to the radio humming, or to sit on the front porch and watch the sun set in silence is a beautiful thing. Comfortable silence is welcoming and relaxing. But being able to talk about anything at anytime is so reasurring. I'm not the kind of person that has to fill EVERY SINGLE MINUTE with conversation. Like I say, comfortable silences are treasured moments. But knowing that if you did need to talk, and knowing that someone is accessible to talk to... this is something I highly value. It's comforting to know I have someone to turn to when I need a second opinion, or when I simply need to establish and organize my thoughts out loud.

I guess I'm just rambling, which I do a lot of. :) I apologize for the random and seemingly unimportant tangent. But this is my blog, and I can go off on a tangent whenever I please. I guess it's just when I'm sitting in my quiet and lonely little apartment (all roomates asleep) that I notice how much I value genuine conversation. So come by some time and we'll have a good chat. Drop off an email, a letter, or give me a ring. Even if we can't sit face-to-face, it feels nice to have a meaningful conversation. There's always so much we can learn from each other, and I'm sure we'll have a grand time.

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Just to Remember.

Today I watched a documentary
On the History Channel
About that terrible day.
September 11, 2001

It was nine years ago.
And it only seems like yesterday.

I can remember that morning so clearly.
Me, a little fourth grader
Waking up for school like any other day
And then walking down the hall
And seeing my brother staring at the TV
(Like every other morning)
Only this time... it was something big.
The World Trade Center
Had been hit.
And the towers later collapsed.

I remember 9/11 was the first time
I whispered a sincere prayer
Aside from my daily prayers...
Little me, and my friend Abi Griffiths
Kneeling at my bedside in my room
And Praying for the safety of people
All the way across the country.
So many people who prayed for comfort that day.
It's amazing how united we can become
During a trial.
So many lives were lost.
And now, nine years later
It's unbelievable to me that people would deny
That it even happened.
Just look at all of the footage.

It's devastating to see the videos
And to listen to the recordings.

So here's to everyone who
Lost their lives
On that day.
And to those who lost a loved one.

You are all remembered.

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

The Weekend in Review

Labor Day weekend. Really busy and overall pretty fun! Here's the recap:

The weekend began Friday after classes. I got done in the math lab at 1:30 and I went to Smiths with Brittany Hathaway where I met Ryan Marble. Britt and I followed Ryan to Firestone so that Ryan could get his car fixed. Then we left Ryan's car at the shop and the three of us ran some errands.

We stopped at Ryan's house, made a stop at WSU, went to Walmart... and then we went to Chase Bank. Where I crashed my car. Yep. Not so fun part of the fun weekend. I was backing out of Chase Bank, and a lady was parked at the red curb (So I would just like to add that if she wasn't parked illegally I wouldn've hit her.) I backed into her car. You can bet that I was pretty freaked out even though, according to my friends it's only a "minor minor fender bender." It didn't even dent her car. It scratched a part of the paint. It put a small dent on the back of my car, but nothing more.

The lady decided it wasn't worth calling the cops (And you can bet why--even though the collision was MY fault, she would've gotten an even bigger ticket than I, because she was parked illegally.) So we switched phone numbers and insurance and we were on our way. She informed me that she didn't want to call my insurance because it would just raise the insurance and blah blah blah... you get the drill. So hopefully she doesn't call the insurance. If she does she'll phone me first. So we'll see how that goes. Luckily she was very patient and very kind, and I haven't heard from her since... but it's been nagging on the back of my mind all weekend.

So hopefully there isn't a problem and everything turns out. I think she knows now that she shouldn't park on the red curb... and I defintitely know to watch a lot more closely whenever backing out of a parking space. (In MY defense, Brittany will vouch for me that I was looking out the back window... just apparently not looking hard enough. I hate driving, so usually I'm pretty cautious... I wasn't being reckless or anything.)

Now that the car-incident is out of the way...
After the 'minor minor fender bender' Brittney, Ryan and I went back to my apartment and hung out for a little while. Then we took Ryan back to the shop, and dropped him off with his car. Then it was back to the apartment to get ready for the opening AAT social.

AAT--- AAT stands for Associated Actors and Technicians. I dare say it once, but never again... it's kind of like a glorified drama club (shhh! I didn't just call it that... it's forbidden, but it's the closest thing I can compare it to). The AAT holds socials, puts on their own shows, works on a budget, helps with service, and is a really fantastic way to get involved with the theatre deparment. The AAT has a board (kind of like Thespian Officer at Riverton High School... but you didn't hear me say that) and when I heard that they needed a Freshman Representative, I applied for the position. The Freshman Rep. acts as a communicator between the board and all of the new freshman in the department. They also keep the call-board (announcement board) updated in the hallway, they are in charge of concessions for all the shows, and the act as an intern for the AAT so they can get to know the program, the department, and how everything runs. I sent in a resume, and had an interview on Friday morning... they informed me that they would announce who the Freshman Rep. was at the social that night.

At six in the evening Brittany and I went to a neighborhood park for the AAT social. The social was a blast! I met some really awesome people in the department (It's great to be making friends at WSU! Especially theatre friends) and they had a BBQ and some other delicious food. I met the board in a more casual setting (because I had already previously met them during my interview, but I didn't really get to talk casually with them) and I also met some other awesome upper-classmen who are involved in theatre. There were some people I recognized in my freshman classes too.

During the social they gathered everybody together and announced who the Freshman Representative would be for this year... and... I got the position!!! It was very exciting. There are TWO Freshman Representatives this year because there are SO many new freshman in the theatre department (A whopping 63!) And so Connor Pedea and I were selected to be the Freshman Reps. Connor is SUPER nice and I can't wait to begin working with him and the rest of the AAT board for the year. I'm so excited that I got my foot in the door, and I can begin learning more about the department and meet even more outstanding crazy theatre people. :)

Connor and I-Freshman Reps. :)
After the social I visited with Brittany and Tyler Banks as well as with new friends Emily, Chris, Cameron, and Jaime. I took my new friend Chris Weaver home, and then I also drove Tyler Banks to his car. (Where Tyler scared us all about the legendary "Skin Walkers"... spooky story.) After we finished dropping everybody off, Brittany and I drove to the Redbox at Smiths and rented one of our favorite chick-flicks, The Last Song (Yes, we KNOW it has Miley Cyrus in it... but we still love it. So everyone else can just deal.)

Back at the apartment we invited Tyler Banks over as well as new friends Kelsie Slaugh and Elisa (sorry, can't remember the last name) over to watch the movie with us! We ended up talking more than watching the movie, but we still had a lot of fun. (Even though it made for a very late night, and Britt and I felt very tired the next morning.)

Saturday morning Britt and I tidied up the apartment and had a lounge day in our sweats. (Gotta love those kinds of mornings!) Later that afternoon it was time to make another drive to HCT for another two shows. The shows were great fun, and inbetween we were fed the most delicious All-Hawaiian dinner. (Rice with some amazing Hawaiian sauce, macaroni salad, rolls, salad, and non-alchoholic Shirley Temples!!! We also had delicious pineapple/coconut shells filled with sorbet. mmm!) I love the show and the cast SO much! As if I couldn't say it enough ;)

Me (In my wig cap and mic belt) feeling cool with my Shirley Temple.

Becca Lemon (Mabel) and I, ready for another show!
After my two shows on Saturday I got to see my dear Isaac Johnson and we went to my friend Thomas Bytendorp's house for a party (that somewhat... no, all the way fell through). Since we missed the party, we just ended up chatting with Thomas on the front porch, which was really nice. It was great to get another last-goodbye before he leaves on his mission! When Isaac and I got back from Thomas' house, we watched a movie at my house (which made for another really late night... which made me even MORE tired in the morning... oh well!)

Sunday morning Isaac came over at 8:00 am. and we were off to Wyoming! Wyoming?! What the random?? Well, my fam went camping for the weekend up in Wyoming and we were scheduled to meet them in Ft. Bridger on Sunday since I had two shows at HCT on Saturday. So at 8:00 in the morning Isaac and I headed out. We made a stop at the gas-station, where I ever-so-gracefully managed to spill gasoline on myself AND get my gas-tank-door-thingy stuck halfway shut. After a 20-minute delay getting said gas-tank-door-thingy fixed, we were on our way! (It was very frustrating, might I add. My poor Holly baby (the car) has been through some adventures this weekend)

We picked my cousin Maegan Snodgrass up on the way, and arrived in Fort Bridger, Wyoming at around 11:00 in the morning. We met my family at the Mountain Man Rendezvous! The Mountain Man Rendezvous takes place every year at the historical landmark in Fort Bridger. A ton of Mountain-Man-time-period fanatics dress up, set up teepees, and sell "authentic" mountain-man like artifacts in their tents and teepees. There is also delicious mountain-man food (The Buffalo Burgers I DID NOT try, but the homemade cream soda in the old-fashioned bottles was my absolute favorite) While we were at the randezvous we witnessed a very odd and rather emotionally scarring fashion trend-- that is men wearing the long shirt with a belt and NOTHING ON UNDERNEATH IT. Going commando. Feelin' the breeze. Absolutely. Ridiculous. We saw a few of these scantily-clad men mozying around the rendezvous... how insane.

After circling the ground several times (so Brooklyn could find the perfect necklace) we lounged in the shade and waited for the rest of the group to meet up with us. When everybody's fun had peaked out, we all piled into the truck (My dad and brother decided to stay, and kept my car) and we went to the campsite... about 45 minutes away from the rendezvous. Isaac and I volunteered to ride in the bed of the truck with my uncle, two friends, and their daughter. Boy was it WINDY! Riding in the back of the truck going 70 mph. Sheesh! My lips were chapped and my hair ratted from the long and windy drive. I felt so tired and windblown when we finally arrived at the camp. But even so, it was quite the adventure ;)

Issac and I resting in the shade at the rendezvous
Isaac, my mom and I relaxed in the trailer for a while and talked as Isaac and I recovered from our long windy drive. It got really windy outside (as if the drive to camp wasn't enough) and so we stayed inside the trailer until dinner. We had navajo tacos (I decided on skipping the navajo taco and helping myself to some pasta salad and tasty rolls.) and after our dinner Isaac and I went on a four-wheeler ride.

Once Isaac got the shifting and everything else down, he definitely enjoyed taking advantage of the power of the four-wheeler. Enough power and speed that I decided halfway through the ride that I wanted to wear a helmet. He's not a bad driver... it's just the combination of me being a whimp and him being a 23-year-old with that typical testosterone/adrenaline thing goin' on. :) But it was a lot of fun, and the mountains were so beautiful, with the sun setting and the smell of pine trees and sagebrush in the air. :)

We arrived back at camp just before it got dark... and boy did it get col really fast! When we pulled up to the campground, I was grateful to see that a fire was already started. I love campfires in the summer! It was the first (and probably the only) that I got to experience this year. We roasted marshmallows, made s'mores, and tried a new creation... shoving a Rollo inside of a marshmallow and roasting it=melted chocolatey carmeley goodness. :) And of course, what would a campfire be without roasting starbursts? mmmmm...

Me and Caesar at the campfire... (Caesar didn't really like his sweater.)

Brooklyn (doing who-knows-what), Isaac and I roasting Marshmallows.

After the campfire we returned to the trailer. My dad and Ben fell asleep pretty quickly... but Brooklyn, my mom, Isaac and I stayed up and played a short game of Phase Ten (Which Isaac won, naturally. He's so good at everything. lol) Brooklyn got tired of the game and went to bed, and then Isaac taught my mom how to play Egyptian Ratscrew (Great card game... I had forgotten all about it! And guess who won? Isaac. All three times. ha ha!) The three of us enjoyed playing a couple of rounds until my dad suggested we go to sleep. (Daddy not being much of a night person).

After a looooong and cold night's sleep I awoke the next morning to Dad turning on the heater, and cooking some cowboy grub and hot chocolate for breakfast. Everyone helped make the beds and get the trailer back in order, and then we had a delicious breakfast while we tried to warm ourselves back up. After breakfast, the boys (Isaac included, he's such a helper!) loaded up the trailer and got packed up, and then we hooked the trailer back up to the truck and we were on our way back home!

Isaac and I rode in my car for most of the ride home, and it was so nice to be able to talk and enjoy the ride back into Utah. Then we stopped at a rest-stop off the freeway and Isaac joined my family in the truck for the rest of the ride home, because they went to Salt Lake and I came back to my lovely little apartment in Ogden.

When I returned home, I was the only one... so I enjoyed a nice long hot shower, an even longer nap, and lunch at the apartment. When Brittany came back to the apartment (she went to her home in Riverton for the weekend) we did some grocery shopping at Smiths, and then we cooked dinner. (TV dinners-- the best! ha ha) After dinner we decided to watch a movie. (Brittany is trying to help me get caught up in the movie world... I'm very far behind.) We watched the movie Music and Lyrics and enjoyed some good hot chocolate. I love girls nights like that. :) And what a great way to end a fabulous weekend.

All in all (minus the crash, the wind, and the jaw-dropping Mountain Men) it was an amazing holiday weekend! Those long weekends always go by way too fast! But it was great while it lasted. And now I only have a four-day week until the next weekend. Gotta love holidays!!