Yes please. I would like to purchase one of every pair.

Let me start by sharing with you my love for Zooey Deschanel. I am not ashamed to admit that I kind of want to be just like her.

Then I came across this nifty video. It is part of the 2009 Oliver Peoples Eyewear advertising Campaign. Yes I am 2 years behind in eyewear awesomeness. Please do not judge me:)

this video + Zooey Deschanel = genius

Catch A Tuesday from Oliver Peoples on Vimeo.

I had never heard of Oliver Peoples Eyewear until I saw this. I am going to assume that their eyewear costs more than I have to spend....but regardless, I think I want one of every pair after watching this.

A girl can dream.

Awesome video discovered here

Marital Rating Scale: via the 1950's

Came across these gems (via here).

Thought they were pretty funny.

Crazy how much times have changed when it comes to marriage and relationships since the 50's.

I think its hilarious that a demerit on the wives chart is "wears red nail polish"

Also, a merit is "dresses for breakfast".

Me as a wife in the 1950's would most definitely = fail

A bit odd how one of the merits is "reads newspaper, books, or magazines aloud to wife".

That would bug me to no end if Jamison started reading aloud to me.

And now, a picture.

I felt that this picture deserved a double internet post (facebook and blog).

This kid is so awesome I can't take it.....because if you think about it, why would you drink your chocolate milk just sitting down when you could do it like this?

And now, a quote.

“The biggest mistake I made (as a parent) is the one that most of us make…I did not live in the moment enough. This is particularly clear now that the moment is gone, captured only in photographs. There is one picture of my 3 children sitting in the grass on a quilt in the shadow of a swing set on a summer day, ages six, four, and one. And I wish I could remember what we ate, and what we talked about, and how they sounded, and how they looked when they slept that night. I wish I had not been in such a hurry to get on to the next thing: dinner, bath, book, bed. I wish I had treasured the doing a little more and the getting it done a little less”.

-Anna Quindlen

Thank you Anna. This I needed to read today:)

Before I die I would like to watch the sun rise at the Grand Canyon.

Couple weeks back my Dad recommended I read this book. I just finished it. It was all I could do to put it down these past few days. It is possible I now want to be an expert mountain climber when I grow up. Conquer me some fourteeners (thats mountain climber lingo for those of you not in the know). But really, DAMN. Aron Ralston was a crazy, amazing, ballsy guy (is ballsy a word?). I have never heard of anyone living life to the extent that this guy does. After reading this, I now realize that living in Utah I have some amazing things at my finger tips to see and do. Why haven't I taken advantage more often? Also, reading about his experience watching the sun rise at the Grand Canyon has made it clear that I to must watch the sunrise at the Grand Canyon.

Jamison and I watched 127 Hours last night. It was good, but I loved the book so much more.

There were a few things they put in the movie that were not in the book that I thought were

a little unnecessary....but what can you do?

"I'm listening to the second set of the February 15 Phish show that I attended three months ago in Las Vegas. After a moment of absorbing the music, I smile. I'm glad at the world: This is my happy place. Great tunes, solitude, wilderness, empty mind. The invigoration of hiking alone, moving at my own pace, clears out my thoughts. A sense of mindless happiness - not being happy because of something in particular but being happy because I'm happy - is one of the reasons why I go the lengths I do to have some focused time to myself. Feeling aligned in my body and head rejuvenates my spirit. Sometimes, when I get high-minded about it, I think solo hiking is my own method of attaining a transcendental state, a kind of walking meditation. I don't get there when I sit and try to meditate, om-style; it happens only when I'm walking by myself. Unfortunately, as soon as I recognize that I'm having such a moment, the feeling ebbs, thoughts return, the transcendence evaporates. I work hard to set myself up for that fleeting sense of being wholly pleased, but my judgments about feeling displace the feeling itself. Although it's ephemeral, the general well-being that accompanies such a moment will boost my temperament for hours or even days."

-Aron Ralston 127 HOURS BETWEEN A ROCK AND A HARD PLACE

Also, if you are at all interested, go to Youtube and watch the interview he did with Dateline NBC. Its in 6 parts (here is the first part). Pretty amazing stuff.

Near panic attacks

Chase modeling her brand new sunglasses.

The other day, in the early morning hours, as I was attempting to get the kids in the car to get

Chase to preschool on time, the school bus drove past. The one that picks up the kids in our neighbor that are in elementary school. Chase always gets excited when she sees the school bus, and has to remind me every time that she is so excited for the day that she gets to ride in one. Yikes. I don't like thinking about putting her on the school bus and sending her on her way to be gone for half the day 5 days a week. It literally gets my heart beating all fast, and then I hurry and attempt to think pleasant thoughts that don't include putting my little girl on a school bus. WHY the frack am I worried about this? It is ridiculous, I know, but holy crap it ain't easy coming to terms with my girl growing up. As I sit here and really think about the situation, there are a lot of bigger things to worry about when it comes to raising a daughter. Her riding a school bus should not be one of them.

And speaking of panic attacks, last night I met my husb downtown for dinner at The Pie. As we were sitting there waiting for our salads and pizza, I look over and notice Cohen is chewing on something. I finally get him to spit it out, and turns out he is chewing gum......that he pulled off of the wall behind us......that someone, who knows how long ago, had chewed then placed on that very wall. It was disgusting, and the only way I could really enjoy my evening after that was to pretend that it never happened.

But it was real, and very unfortunate.

Cabin in winter

Jamison is attacked by the children.

Ready to go enjoy the nice warm hot tub, in the freezing cold high uinta temps.

My love and I. Please excuse my nasty hair. It is the result of wearing a beanie all day.

I have decided there is nothing cuter than a chubby baby in a motorcycle helmet with goggles on.

If you are like me, the first thing you thought of when you saw this picture was A Christmas Story.

Nanna and Cohen cruising on the sled behind the 4-wheeler.

Nephews Sawyer and Gaige.

Uncle Wade taking Ms. Chase for a ride on the tube.

I took this video because my nephew Zach (on the right) is awesome.

I love how he asks if he can borrow this particular game.

I should be packing,

but instead I am watching the train wreck that is Jersey Shore. I can proudly say that I have watched very few episodes of this show, but some how I got sucked in tonight.

Must. Turn. It. Off.

There are about 20 other things I should be doing right now.

(including reading our latest book club book, Julia Child My Life In France).