Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Spiry Jetty

The other day, the curator of contemporary art at the MOA, Jeff, came into the room where I work, and asked if I/any other interested MOA employees wanted to go to the Spiral Jetty with him later that week. He had just sent an email to all the art students, and told us that if we wanted to go, we should email him within the next five minutes, as he only had a few available spots in the car and he was anticipating that it would fill up fast.

Well, you know how much time limits and the promise of missing out on awesome opportunities (especially with awesome lib-arts people) stress me out! So, I quickly committed, making my co-worker Allison commit with me. But, then for the rest of the week, I was all undecided about my already made decision. I was still hobbling around due to a very minor foot surgery (no comment), but I felt bad because Jeff had already ordered my Kneader's vegetarian box lunch! (I mean, who else would want to eat that?) Anyway, it was totally Meant To Be that I went, because since then my feet haven't hurt at all.

Anyway, sorry my indecision made a very boring story (but aren't you curious about my minor foot surgery?) And this is what the Spiral Jetty looks like:

MOA girls.

Moa total cuties. Just tryin' out the hip shot technique Master Trevor taught me.

How much do you love the black rocks? Trevor told me that one of his photographer friends from Vancouver said that whenever she sees his photos of Utah, it looks like the end of the world. Doesn't that make Utah scenery even more epic?

Cute Allison, not Sligting.

Congratulations, Caitlin, you made it onto my ever-popular blog! In a picture with me! Double bonus!

Sunday, March 27, 2011

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Niels, 18.

On Niels' birthday, I made him hang out with my friends! Best sister ever. Just kidding, it was his idea to hang out with the Jones {Kimi and Landon.} Who wouldn't though? Coolest people ever.

Kimi {super pregnant!}, Landon, and Kent.

So Kent, Niels, and I drove up to Salt Lake. Went to the Gateway for an hour. I complained to Niels about being bored in Urban Outfitters, and made him run back to the car while I was buying pants so that we wouldn't get a parking ticket for going over our time. Best sister ever! {It's not like it was his birthday or anything.}

Then we met up at Hatch Family Chocolatiers with the Jones. Divine hot chocolate. Also, ice cream. Super rich. Thank you, Allison for the delicious recommendation. {You were very missed.}

Landon and Kent.

I was so flustered, trying to figure out which was my cuter side. {Guys, it was really hard - messy hair on one side and a cold sore on the other.}

But, blurry pictures make both sides equally good! Especially when I'm not even facing the camera.

Landon = ultimate creeper, as he back-huggingly tries to accentuate Kimi's pregnantness.

Niels, Kimi, Kent, Landon.

So, while all this fun was going on, Kent had taken my phone and was texting Celia {his sister/my best friend}. I didn't know who he was texting, but I assumed it was probably Celia and so I didn't even think about it. So it wasn't until much later that I realized that this was what was being said:

Kent: Hey sil sars I can't hang tonight - I'm hanging out with a previously married man.
Celia: What!? Who?
Kent: Oh his name is Drew, you wouldn't know him. He's like 30, but looks like 20. Twenty! He's cute. I'll send you a picture after he falls asleep.
Celia: Ha he what? I'm so confused. Why will he fall asleep?
Kent: We're having a co-ed sleepover at seven peaks. We're watching night at the museum 2 now. Then there's the big pillow fight.
Celia: Risky! Don't do the dirty...
Kent: I don't know Celia, I'm kinda feeling it. Anyways I will pencil you in soon. Are you open in late April.

after a couple minutes...

Celia: Is this really Natalie?
Kent: Just kidding Celia it's Kent. I stole Natalie's phone.
Celia: Idiot. I knew it wasn't Natalie. Wanna go to dinner with us?

{Still squirming thinking about how long Celia believed it was really me.}

Friday, March 4, 2011

What? Another Lars story?

Today when I hugged Lars, I could smell that he was wearing deodorant - the Faj Mahal's deodorant. Strongly. I asked why he was wearing it, and he insisted that he needed it because sometimes he smells really bad. {He's ten. He does smell really bad sometimes - but I feel like it's unrelated to B.O. and more related to showering.}

The Faj Mahal said: "Lars, you can't just rub deodorant onto greasy pits! You need to shower more often!"

{Old picture taken at one of Lars' boring scout meets. I love Lars with his arm wrapped around our necks, Niels' lack of face, and my raptor hand.}