Lets see how well you know your history, you tell me where I went....

I took a vacation.

A well needed six days off.
I flew on airplanes, slept on airplanes, puked on airplanes....

I ate great food!

I did some fantastic shopping-

I stayed eleven floors up in a pent house suite with a great view!And saw incredible things.

Including the perfect tourist.
And a monument dedicated to our first president.


I prayed where famous people have prayed, in 300 year old churches
I walked on the oldest street in America

And stood in the room where our declaration was signed.

I witnessed a famous crack that rang it's way to history.

And had my first ride on a subway.

I ran where famous people have run,


And spent four hours in a museum of art that takes your breath away.
and I met the stallion. Yeah he's Italian.

And I had a great time. A really, really great time!

With really, really great company!

I already miss that company.

But it was good to know that I was missed

A Worldly Place...

We spent the evening in Park City last night.

The Film Festival is happening.

Yeah- the ones where all the famous peeps come and pretend they don't mind the cold.
Main Street = shut down!

Traffic = ridiculous.
So we went to World Market!

That place makes me so happy!

Tell me where else you can find the valentine pasta, right next to the 300 dollar giraffes?And the wall full of fabulous fizzies?

It really is a happy place!

Who needs celebs when you have this place?

Happy Day!

Nie is back!

Such happy news, now go and be inspired by her words.

A combination of things.

There is something we do in our family. Something that was routine long before I came into this world. Something that is so simple, yet brings so much happiness. Sunday morning drives have been happening my whole life. There is something about the morning on a Sunday. It's different that other mornings. It's peaceful. It's happy. And when you combine


a Sunday morning,

a beautiful canyon,

a hot drink,

good tunes,

fresh white powder,

and great company

you have what we like to call, a winning combination.


So glad you came up Leigh Esta! Love you!

I'm ready.

2009: Blog more. Slack less.

This is my goal. I'm ready to get back on blogging track.

MY LIFE: coming soon to a blog near you!

A Gift...From me, to you!

My Thankfuls....

thanks·giv·ing: noun; 1:the act of giving thanks 2: a prayer expressing gratitude 3: a public acknowledgment or celebration of divine goodness.

I'm thankful for......


Road trips with dogs, that are convinced they can FLY.


Cache Valley squeaky cheese. I LOVE me some cheese curds!!

Portable size electronic devices that keep eight year old entertained on four hour drives!


A fabulous sister in law who does everyone in the family's hair even while on vacation.

(Including the flying dog's. See that foil hiding in there.... it's processing! Ha!....no this is not a regular procedure.)


For Lori, and her ridiculous amount of scrapbooking supplies that enabled us to make these adorable place cards!

A handsome brother who loves me!

864 layers of jello!!

THIS!!

Kristi's angry face in this picture because there was a ridiculous line for the movie.

Red fingernail polish. And moments like the one when this picture was taken, when you laugh so hard you think your going to pee your pants.

A smart ipod that knows how to pick great road trip music.



d. all of the above.

Hope your holiday was fantastic!
Loves!

Dear Anonymous:

I wish I could put into words how incredibly grateful I am for what you did for me. But there are not enough words. I was brought to tears. In fact I sobbed at your gracious gift. I am truly touched by your act of selflessness, and hope with all of my heart that one day I will be able to do the same for one in need. Thank you for your caring words, and touching testimony. You are an amazing example to me. Do you know what a true blessing, and answer you were to my prayers? I hope you do. But more than anything, I hope you know how deeply appreciative I am for what you did for me. Thank you. From the very deepest pocket of my heart, thank you.

All of my love,
Carlie

Karma and I had a fight, and karma won.

So long since I have blogged. It's sad really. I have had a serious run of bad luck. I remember one of my very first posts I did, It talked about how when it rains in my world, it pours. And it is still so true. They (whoever "they" are) say that bad things come in threes. When one awful thing happens, it's not bad enough. You must have two more to remind how bad it can really get. I hate "they". But instead of focusing on the bad and the sad, I'm going to do my best to think about the upside of this garbage dump of a mess I have been given. With every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction, right? I believe that, with everything that happens. For every bad thing, there is an equal and opposite good thing. Loose your job, find a better one. Break your car, learn why family is so important. It's like the law of attraction. When you need something, put it out to the universe and watch how it finds it's way back to you. I'm not 100% on the upside of my bad situation yet, but I am on my way. I can see the light at the end of a very discouraging tunnel. It's happen before. I have been on both sides of that crazy tunnel. and I dare say that 99% of the time, the good is so worth the bad. Better situations present them selves, and somehow it works out. And it seems like a good lesson is always learned somewhere along the way as well. Simple lessons, like don't buy gas at Maverick. Treat others the way you want to be treated. And never forget how great it is to have a close family to help you when you need it. Simple. And all so true.

Which witch is which?

We were quite the sight,
As we pulled up our tights
And looked suddenly mean
As our skin turned green.
"Arrive as a witch!" Was what we were told
The task was tricky, but not too bold.
We wondered and thought, and plotted and stewed,
And finally the perfect look was brewed!
A tuck and a nip, a snip and a stitch-
A ha! now we have the perfect witch.
the size was huge when it came to the nose,
and it matched just perfect with the curl of the toes.
A hairy spider, there it sat
right on the peak of that pointy hat.
When we finally touched down from the flight of the broom,
we heard cackles and chants as we walked in the room.
A house full of witches we beheld in our sight,
the attire and teeth were quite the fright!
The night was spent in laughter and stew
It was a sight to be seen, this much is true.....

Phoenix!

My dad flew me out to see him for my birthday. So I left on Friday and came home on Sunday. (the same day i went skydiving:)It was a short trip, but so worth it! I have always been my daddy's girl, and even though I turned 22, in his eyes I'm still 6 and that's just fine with me! my whole life we have had a bond that is kind of unexplainable. We are so much alike. We get each other. And I know, that no matter what, I can count on him for anything. It's a fun thing to have a dad who calls me to just remind me he loves me more, that I can count on for a shopping buddy when ever I'm in town. And who is over protective to the point that it's funny. The night I got to Phoenix my dad made me my favorite sandwich and had filled the fridge with my favorite cream soda. As I sit eating and enjoying, we were making a plan of what we should do the next day, when he threw out the idea of going to Tombstone I jumped on it! It was only 2 hours away and sounded like fun. So the next morning, away we went......
Our first stop when we get to that amazing town was of course, "Big Nose Kate's" as we were sitting there enjoying some lunch, this guy came and grabbed me, put me on the piano and took a picture. It was funny!
This is the Bird Cage Theater. It was fun to see, not only was it a theater, but also a saloon, gambling hall and brothel. They had the original table and chips that Wyatt Earp played with. Pretty sweet. That is the same hearse that carried all the famous people you hear about. (oh- and a sweet picture of my dad! haha)
We had a great time. Tombstone is a neat place. We saw a gun fight too which was pretty entertaining. And made all the great stops like Crystal Palace and The Oriental. Thanks for the fun trip dad, hope to see you soon!

Love you infinity....

Who said six was an unlucky number?

Skydiving: noun: the sport of jumping from an airplane at a moderate altitude and executing various body maneuvers before pulling the rip cord of a parachute.

I have a confession.
I am addicted to falling out of airplanes.
the rush.
the suit.
the 14,000 feet.
the adrenaline.
It is an experience that is so hard to put into words. It's a float not a fall. It's breathtaking, literally. And it is, hands down, the most amazing thing I have ever experienced.

It all began two years ago on my birthday, Amber and I had talked forever about how we wanted to skydive, it was a lot of talk, not a whole lot of action. But then, on the day before my twentieth birthday it was happening. We got rain out that day, but would were determined to not let it get us down. We were back. We jumped. We fell. We loved it! And so the addiction began. From that day on it was become a tradition to jump every year on her birthday, and on mine. Sunday was jump #6. Chase, Shane, Me, Amber, Kelly and Dayne. We all took the plunge. They were all first timers except Amber and I, and they too, are all addicted to the rush. There is always a brief moment when you are hanging your toes over the edge of a open door of an airplane at 14,000 feet that you think to yourself "Am I out of my freaking mind?!" And then it happens, the nudge, coming from the guy stapped to your back forcing you to fall, that sends you threw that open door. And as you fall doing flips threw the air, seeing the plane drift away, your cheeks fill with wind, your eyes begin the water, your limbs fly freely threw the air, it is then that it hits you. This is incredible! Nothing you will ever do in your life will give you the same sense of thrill as that moment, and you fall in love with the fall....