Addicted

So back in March when I was in Okinawa visiting family, my cousin who works in a salon offered me lash extensions with a huge employee discount. I was a little hesitant since I had never had them before, but seeing Tiela's lashes (the girl who does the extensions at the salon) made me curious to try them out. After she got them on me I realized that they were just a little too long for my glasses. They kept hitting the lenses so that I would have to wear my glasses lower and look like a total nerd. After about a day I couldn't help but complain about my predicament. My cousin then told me about a store that sold glasses that would fit right for my new lashes. At first, I thought that it would be ridiculous to buy new glasses to be able to see right with these monsters. But then I remembered that I was already planning on buying a new pair since I only had one pair at the time. That was enough to convince me so off we went to the store and I found a cute pair with zebra print on the sides. To make things better, they did indeed fit well with my lashes and I really began to appreciate the unnaturally long and full things on my eyes. Now, 6 months later, I'm still hooked. I hate doing my mascara so it takes that step completely out of the process of getting ready and since I hardly get ready at all during that week, when I go makeup-less, I still feel a little made up with my lashes done. It's not a cheap addiction, but what can a girl do? I love them!

This is not my eye obviously but I couldn't get my camera to focus in this close.

A Tuesday Night Proposal

I'M ENGAGED!!!



So here's the story that everyone's been waiting for! Sorry it took so long to get this posted, but with only nine weeks to plan a wedding, I've been a little preoccupied to say the least. I apologize to those friends who had asked me to tell them how it all happed and I hesitantly declined and told them that it would be easier if I could write it all and then they could read it instead of me retelling the story 100 times. Those of you who have been engaged know exactly what I mean when I say how quickly you get tired of telling the engagement story over and over no matter how good it is.



I will start out by saying that despite how obvious all the events were leading up to the life changing question, I did not see it coming.



It was a Tuesday, so like any Tuesday, I went to work. When I got there, my coworker told me that Dave was just there and he left something on my desk. I was confused because I had just spoken on the phone with him and he didn't mention dropping anything off at my work. What I found on my desk was a small handheld video camera and a note. The note said:



I'm sorry all this work stresses you out. I'm sorry sometimes I don't understand. Help me. With this camera, record a few minutes a day in your life so I can see all the exciting or not exciting things in your day. I LOVE YOU! Dave.



Now before you get as confused as I did when I first read this, here's the back story. If you have read any of my previous posts, you would know that I worked two jobs. You would also know how stressful and crazy my life was during that time. I am also writing this in past tense because I have since quit. I will explain all that at a later time so that only one story is being told right now. But for the past 5 months, David has put up with my mood swings, mental break downs, and lack of time to spend together. He is so sweet and I am a lucky girl to have him. Anyway, about a week before I got the note on my desk, I quit my second job for various reasons but still had 2 weeks to finish up there and at the same time commute from Lehi so the stress level was kicked up a notch. My initial thought when I got the note was, “This is a weird but sweet way of Dave reaching out to me trying to cheer me up and understand what's going on right now.” I left it at that and went back to work. A little later, my coworkers and myself were called into a meeting and toward the end of it, another coworker knocked on the door and told me that there was gentlemen here to see me. Of course I thought it was Dave, so when I walked into the area I work in, I was surprised to see a tall, skinny kid holding a bouquet of roses. Before I could say anything, he asked me if I had the camera. I had to think for a moment to remember what he was talking about but then it came to me and I got it from my desk. He told me to turn it on and start recording. In my confusion, an enthusiastic coworker (by now a number of people had begun to gather) volunteered and grabbed the camera and began to record. Before I knew it, I was standing red faced while the kid read the note that Dave wrote. I thought about writing what the actual note said on the blog post but I decided against it. Remembering the reactions from the others listening is enough to know that some people just won't get it. And why should they? It was full of inside jokes and silly things Dave would say but if you didn't know him may sound, well...weird. Plus having the mono-toned kid reading them outloud didn't help either.



After the note was read, I was somewhere between amused, flattered, and completely mortified. Somehow though, I was able to get back to work and focus again. But before I did that, I tried calling and texting Dave to tell him thanks and how embarrassed he made me and received no answer to either. I brushed it off and decided that telling him in person would be better anyway.



Two hours later, in comes the same guy with a bigger bouquet of flowers. My face returned to its former shade of pink as he read another even more embarrassing and awkward note while being recorded by another entertained coworker. I was left completely speechless. If this was Dave's attempt to be sweet, the roses would have done well. Now I knew he was going above and beyond to get a laugh and a good story. I tried calling him again to ask him what he was thinking, but again, no answer. At this point, many coworkers were teasing me about how Dave was going to propose and I had to keep shooting the comments down really truly believing that this was not was was going on. I just laughed and forced myself to brush off the gestures as Dave being Dave and wanting to be silly.



Two hours later, lo and behold, same guy, more floweres, same protocol, same red face, same crazy note this time filled with Seal lyrics and sappy lines meant for a romantic comedy. As cute and sweet as it was, it was now becoming too much. Had I known what was to come, I would've soaked in all that cute and sweetness, but I was not longer thinking Dave was doing all this for the message of sending me love and support. What I was thinking, is no reflection of Dave. It is just a perfect example of my negative thinking during my especially stressful state. What I was really beginning to think was, Dave did something bad. Couldn't really think of what he could've done, but all the flowers and over the top public cheesiness was totally out of character so I began to make up things in my head. Needless to say, getting back to being focused on my job was a hard thing to do after that. Dave was still not texting me back or returning my calls so I had to stop myself from getting irritated by thinking, “He's obviously NOT ignoring me...”



He was definitely not ignoring me because two hours later, on the dot, in comes a different guy with an armful or yellow flowers and a note in hand. It was the fourth time and by then, I was really thinking this was an early apology for something. Once again, no reflection on Dave, just a perfect example of my negative thinking. He was still not answering or texting me back so that further solidified my idea that he was just waiting to apologize in person. I feel so bad now thinking back at how I couldn't give Dave the benefit of the doubt and I could've just really enjoyed the day that I would remember forever. But instead I just caused myselft worry and anxiety and finished up the day at my first job very much distracted.



I had never hated going into my second job as much as I did that day. Instead of being able to get off work and meet up with Dave and figure out what the heck was going on, I had to go back to work, sit at a desk and answer phone calls like nothing was going on. I was pretty distracted at this point thinking about all kinds of scenarios and all the things I would say when Dave would finally answer his phone or text me back. But my thoughts were inturrupted about an hour into work because I was suddenly presented by the same last guy with TWO more bouquets of flowers. I was dumbfounded. Since the camera was still in my car because I thought that there would be no way he would send flowers to my second job, I whisked the guy out of the office and had him follow me back into the parking lot to get it. As he read the note, I laughed, felt less embarrassed due to the lack of audience, and my anxiety began to decrease a little. I started to think that this should be expected from a guy like Dave. Afterall, it will be a great story to tell. After the flower guy left, I decided to calm my irrational thoughts and wait to hear the explanation from Dave himself. I focused back on my job and before I knew it, the last two hours went by and I was getting ready to clock out. I did find myself thoughout the last two hours, looking back and forth to the door and anticipating the next arrival. But no one came. As I walked to my car, I decided to text Dave and let him know that I was leaving just in case there were more flowers on its way as the pattern would suggest. I didn't expect a response also in accordance to the pattern but within about 30 seconds I heart my text alert sound. It read: “Wait!” I laughed to myself and rolled my eyes and texted him back asking him if I should turn around since I had just left the parking lot. He again quickly replied that said to turn around and go to the back of the parking lot. As I drove to the back, I looked around for another awkward guy holding flowers ready to read a ridiculous note while being recorded. But instead I saw David's car and him standing out in front of it. He was holding a red long stemmed rose.



He had a mischevious look on his face so as soon as I pulled up to him and he opened my car door, I raised my eye brows and said blantantly, “What did you do?” He laughed at me and asked what I meant. I repeated my question with the same demanding tone and look and he laughed again and said, “We're celebrating!” I now rolled my eyes and asked him what we were celebrating. As soon as I asked he began to sink down to what should have been his knee but I immediately grabbed him by his elbows and lifted him back up and I begged him not to do this... Let me explain my actions.



For the past couple months, David had found a new pastime in teasing me with fake proposals. In the most random places he would tell me things like, “I need to ask you something...” or “Lisa, will you...” or “I have something for you...” He would always accompany these remarks with either pretending to pull something out of his pocket or starting to go down on one knee. I had gotten used to his teases and even warned him that if he kept it up, that I would never think he was being serious even when he really was. And thats exactly what happened.



As I was saying, I started to pull Dave back up and he must have known what I meant when I said not to do it because right then, he pulled out the little box and opened it up for me to see and finally understand what was going on. As soon as I saw my ring and realized what the whole day had been about, I burst into tears and cried. I'm not talking a couple of tears of joy but a real sob. Somewhere in between my pathetic crying, Dave managed to tell me that he loved me and wanted me to be his wife. He then asked me if I would marry him and after composing myself a little, I finally got out a yes.



And that's how it happened.

The first flowers delivered at 10 AM

The second flowers delivered at 12 PM

The third flowers delivered at 2 PM

The forth flowers delivered at 4 PM

The fifth and sixth flowers delivered at 6PM

This silly guy showed up at 8 PM...

...and shortly thereafter, I said YES!

Happiest moment of my life.

Did I mention that I'm crazy about him?

Here it is!

Oh! The Places You'll Go!

Congratulations!

Today is your day.
You’re off to Great Places!
You’re off and away!

You have brains in your head.
You have feet in your shoes.
You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
You’re on your own. And you know what you know.

And YOU are the guy who’ll decide where to go.

For now, it's Lehi. To make a long story short, my contract for the place I've been in for the past 7 month just ended and in the last minute, the place I had lined up to move into fell through so for now, I'm squatting at my Aunt and Uncle's place. They were gracious enough to let me move in for the time being until I figure out my next move. Life is one crazy, interesting, unpredictable, sometimes inconvenient mess. But I am excited to see what is to come in the future. Anything is possible...

But on you will go though the weather be foul.

On you will go though your enemies prowl.

On you will go though the Hakken-Kraks howl.

Onward up many a frightening creek,

though your arms may get sore and your sneakers may leak.

On and on you will hike.

And I know you’ll hike far and face up to your problems whatever they are...

And will you succeed?
Yes! You will, indeed!
(98 and ¾ percent guaranteed.)

Kid, you’ll move mountains!
So…be your name Buxbaum or Bixby or Bray or Mordecai Ale Van Allen O’Shea, you’re off to Great Places!
Today is your day!
Your mountain is waiting.
So…get on your way!

A fair trade

It all started with me falling in love with a pair of heels. So basically, it was a normal day. I blame this particular incident on David.

I was walking around Bebe at the Gateway mall in Salt Lake City looking for something to get my longtime friend Summer for her birthday. It was then that Dave came up to me with a sleek, black beauty and said, “Check out this heel! Have you ever seen a heel this skinny?” My eyes met the dainty shoe and that was it. I snatched it out of his hands and tried it on and sure enough, a perfect fit. I started to whine to him about how badly I “needed” these shoes and how I can afford them (I couldn't) but like any good and very frugal boyfriend would do, he reasoned me out of it. He reminded me of why we were there and eventually, I walked away from the heels heart broken and resumed my search for Summer's present. But I never forgot them.

A couple of weeks and a paycheck later, I decided it was time to reunite with the Naina Peep Toe Pumps. Since I looked online and they didn't have my size, I called the store to see if they had a pair in stock to order from. The girl there told me that they didn't but they knew of another store that did so they could order them for me to be delivered to the store in Salt Lake and then delivered to me. I was delighted and I started to give them my card number, but for some reason, at the time I felt like I should wait and order them the next day because I would get paid from my second job and then I would feel less guilty. Later on, I met up with Dave and told him about my plans to buy the shoes. This was the response I got:

Don't do it.

Why?! I have the money.

Just don't.

You can't tell me what I can and can't spend my money on, we're not married!

Lisa! Just trust me, don't buy them!

David, let me worry about my own finances. I gonna get them so just get over it.

LISA oh my gosh seriously, do I have to spell it out?

I was very frazzled and confused at this point but the look on his face told me that I wasn't understanding something. But since I am immuned to the obvious, I continued to question him until he finally admitted to me that he was planning on getting them for me for our upcoming one year anniversary (I know, so cheesy). Now I felt bad. I always seem to do this. I can never let anything go until I get an answer that I often ruin surprises for myself. I apologized over and over to Dave and tried to reassure him how excited I was that he was going to get me the heels, but no matter what I said, he was down for having to ruin the surprise. Poor, sweet guy...

I needed to redeem myself. I knew that we were going to do something little like dinner to celebrate our twelve months of togetherness, but I wasn't sure if we were going to do presents so this revelation was indeed a surprise to me. Now that I knew that Dave was going to get me something that I truly wanted, I needed to wrack my brain for what he would really want. I then remembered that he had been talking for about the past week or so about needing an air compressor pretty bad. It shouldn't be expected that I know what this is. All I know is that Dave is a true man in the sense of the mechanical side of his brain always going and going. He has rebuilt whole motorcycles and finds constant enjoyment in the taking apart and putting together of things big and small. So for a the past little while, this air compressor seemed to be his latest need for his collection of fix-it gadgets. So thus began my search for the simple sounding tool. Simple enough, I thought...

Well for starters, I would've rather gone to the mall and picked out an entire oufit for him from head to toe without any helpful hints or sizes. Who knew that going online and searching “air compressor” would give me a bajillion amount of results. First off, David being a frugal and practical kind of guy mentioned that he would want to buy one used since they would then be about half price. So I went to the Classifieds and also Craigslist to seek out a used but in good condition compressor at a good price. Little did I know all the many things I did not know about this tool.

Six gallon? Eight gallon? Twenty gallon?! Electric? On wheels? Pancake style?!

Needless to say, I quickly became overwhelmed at the prospect of choosing the wrong thing. I started asking male coworkers their opinions and it surprised me how much these guys didn't know either. Searching online and asking around became the theme of my day until I decided that I was going to cheat. I called Dave. I told him my frustrations and my true intention to redeem myself by getting him the compressor but had no luck and needed his help desperately. And by help I mean him going online, finding the exact air compressor he wanted and then emailing me the URL so that I could call the seller and buy it. Luckily Dave was happy to help and sent me the link. Turns out that even after I had the info I needed to buy it, I still needed to deal with the situation of getting it because I work two jobs and rarely get off work before 8:30pm. Dave came to the rescue again. He went to go pick it up and I handed him that cash for it after I got off work that night. Surprise! To make our anniversary presents sistuation stranger, Dave ended up needing to call me for the phone number of the Bebe store that could order my shoes and also needed the size and name of them.

All in all, our presents ended up in the proper hands with happy and grateful attiudes on both parts and we celebrated the evening with our orinigal plans by having a lovely dinner out. But I wouldn't necessarily say that the gift giving was romantic in any way...rather, a fair trade :)

Come What May

Life is hard. It was never meant to be easy. It's full of humbling experiences that are meant to strengthen you and make you discover things about yourself and what you're made of. Life is not meant to be floated through, and it's not meant to just be survived. But if that's all you can do, then survive.

One thing I've learned about myself as of recently, is that when the going gets rough...I wimp out. I get angry, resentful and pessimistic. I fall into the classic “life isn't fair” syndrome and shut down. I then try to grab hold of anything that still makes sense to me and control those things the best I can since everything else seems dreadfully out of my control. Sometimes this leads to excessing cleaning, ritualistic behaivior, and stressing over imperfections big and small. All these things are very unhealthy and won't make me happy long term. Something that I am in the process of learning is that the only thing I should really be trying to control, is the way I react positively to the unfair situations that present themselves. This is much much easier said then done, but I know that it is the only way to get through rough times and come out on top.

A talk from General Conference October 2008 came to mind when I was really struggling with keeping myself positive while dealing with some recent unfavorable circumstances. It's by Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin and is called “Come What May, and Love It.” This message has stayed with me and helped me in times of need and will continue to throughout my life I'm sure.

In the talk Elder Wirthlin says, “The way that we react to adversity can be a major factor in how happy and successful we can be in life.” This is so true. I know that on days that I allow my bad attitude to comsume me, nothing will go right. And I also know that on days that I stay strong and accept whatever happened and move on past it, good things can happen again.

The four points Elder Wirthlin makes to help us approach hard things with a good perspective are to learn to laugh, seek for the eternal, know the principle of compensation, and to trust in the Father and Son. The first being to learn to laugh to me, it so important. I feel that in our most desperate times, we are still in need of smiling and laughter. A great example of this is Jonny Kennedy. In the documentary called “The Boy Whose Skin Fell Off” Jonny was born with a rare skin disease which affects the connective tissues in the skin and cause extreme blisters even at the lightest touch. He lived in terrible pain his whole life and was always covered with sores and open wounds but radiated with the most amazing attitude. It struck me so hard listening to him talk about his lifelong struggles and still being able to maintain a smile and laugh and joke constantly. He died at the age of 36 but filled the years he had with happiness through acceptance and the medicine of laughter.

When seeking for the eternal, Elder Wirthlin said, “Learning to endure times of disappointment, suffering, and sorrow is part of our on-the-job training. These experiences, while often difficult to bear at the time, are precisely the kinds of experiences that stretch our understanding, build our character, and increase our compassion for others.” This principle is probably the hardest thing for me to accept but I know is true. Hardships and trials are guaranteed in this life and can be good for us and our growth. Since I all too quickly say things like “Why me?!” it is easy to forget the big picture and what positive things a hardhip can do for me. I even have a personal experience of this that I try to remember when I would rather sulk. When I was in 9^th grade, my family and I moved out of state and started our lives over. I had an especially hard time adjusting to the move because I was insecure and scared of having no friends at my new school. Having gone through an experience where I had to step out of my comfort zone and learn how to meet to people and make new friends helped me be more outgoing and especially more empathetic toward others in similar situations. This has helped me learn that out of any hard situation, you can pull something away from it for your benefit and possibly the benefit of others. I've learned and am continuing to learn that when a tough situation is handled in the right way, it'll always make you a better person in the long run.

The principle of compensation is described by Elder Wirthlin in this quote : “The Lord compensates the faithful for every loss. That which is taken away from those who love the Lord will be added unto them in His own way. While it may not come at the time we desire, the faithful will know that every tear today will eventually be returned a hundredfold with tears of rejoicing and gratitude.” This was very hard for me to understand when I first read it. Many memories of difficult times in my life flooded back to me and I found myself asking in my head, “What good came from that?” I also thought about a few people I know who have dealt with unimaginable trials and have not always come out on top from them. I was discouraged at first when I thought these things and tried to understand how the Lord doesn't forget about us and our endurance through the hard times. I wasn't sure how we would ever get back the things we lost in the midst of darkness. But then I realized, I already knew and understood. I believe in life after death. It's so simple but it brings me back to how God knows all things and as long as we do our part to live this life the best we can, then we can return to Him to live forever in His presence. I must keep faith that even if we may not get the compensation completely in this life, we can receive it in the next life a hundredfold.

Trusting in the Father and the Son may seem pretty self explanitory. But it is not always that easy. I know that when I feel like I've hit rock bottom, it feels like nothing will ever be right again. But in time, things always have a way of working itself out. Even if whatever was broken doesn't ever completely get fixed, I always end up alright. Sometimes I can bounce back quickly, other times it may take years, but I know that whenever I decide to do everything that I can and then leave the rest to Him, I end up learning lessons I never woud've otherwise and I grow stronger as a result. Being able to rely on Heavenly Father helps me keep faith that all will be well in the end. Another quote from the talk goes, “He who descended below all things will come to our aid. He will comfort and uphold us. He will strengthen us in our weakness and fortify us in our distress. He will make weak things become strong.” This brings me hope and comfort that no matter what trial life gives me, with the help of the Father and the Son, I can have the strength the go on.

So life is hard. But it was never meant to be easy. All I can do is trust in the Lord and remember that life is but a moment in eternity and enduring times of pain may earn me happiness forever. And to always, always keep laughing.

One last quote from Elder Joseph B. Wirthlin:

“If we approach adversities wisely, our hardest times can be times of greatest growth, which in turn can lead toward times of greatest happiness.”

Here is a link to the actual talk:

http://lds.org/general-conference/2008/10/come-what-may-and-love-it?lang=eng&query=come+may+love

Like so totally fierce!

Loving my new Steve Madden leopard print sandals :)

A couple of really great weekends

I know that I’ve been complaining non stop about all the hours I’ve been working and what little play I’ve had…but don’t worry, no negativity in this post! Because I finally got some play time :)

Fourth of July was great because it was on a Monday which means, no work. The funny thing is, I had no idea that I had the day off until Friday and the only reason why I found out was because I over heard a coworker saying to a customer over the phone that we wouldn’t be there on Monday. I TOTALLY would have shown up for work on Monday and found myself pretty alone. I know, Fourth of July is a national holiday so I should’ve known, but until now, I was so used to working in places like retail and restaurants that don’t close on holidays. So I figured without thinking or asking that we would have to work. Lovely surprise when I found out that we didn’t!

The Fourth of July weekend started out with me getting off work early on Saturday and Dave and I meeting up with his brother Pete and his wife Bekah and their cute one year old Dali at Riverton’s “Town Days” festival. We had great parking thanks to Dave’s creative (to others, annoying) idea to park his motorcycle in a position to hold a spot for a car in which we later parked in close to the entrance. I then convinced Dave to go on some rides with me by teasing him for being an old guy, and we both ended up queasy by the end of the night.  We later met up with Dave’s other brother Matt and his wife Julie and their three year old munchkin Izze and all watched fireworks in a great spot just a few feet away from the car. That meant that we got to enjoy the amazing fireworks display and also miss the crazy rush to leave the park. It was a very nice relaxing day spent with wonderful people and lots of flippy, spinny rides.

The actual day of Fourth of July started out with me not going to work. That was a pretty dang good start. Dave and I grabbed some lunch at JCW’s and then went to our friend John’s BBQ. I got the pleasure of watching Dave play corn hole shirtless with the boys in the sweltering heat. I played too and surprise, I sucked. John and Eric entertained us all by dressing up in some true American garb to celebrate “America Day” and show a little leg. I can honestly say that I have never had a dull moment around these guys.

While we waited for the sun to go down, Dave and I went shopping for some shorts since I had none. It’s so sad that I didn’t get to really feel the heat of summer until that day because my life as of right now is lived in a cubicle. So anyway, we went shopping and after driving all over and going in an out of many stores, we successfully found some non-bling (non True Religion dark wash jeans with thick white stitching and rhinestones all over the butt that everyone and their mom wears) cute Mormon-approved shorts that were on sale and put a smile on my face.  After that, we grabbed some delicious quesadillas at Café Rio and met up with Mikkal and Ashley at Thanksgiving Point.

Mikkal is Dave’s longtime friend and Ashley is his cute wife who have recently become one of our favorite couple friends. They are both laid back, hilarious, and always up to doing something fun. We’ve found those qualities hard to find in most married couples but we are glad to say that we have found at lease one of the remaining cool married couples left! Just kidding…sort of.  So we meet up at Thanksgiving Point and try to find a good spot to sit and watch the fireworks. Boys being boys and always wanting to explore and find a better place than being satisfied with just finding an open spot in a largely crowded area, had both Ashley and I chase after them into a near by corn field just budding with corn stalks to find a place closer to where the fireworks were being launched. We ended up being shooed away by a police officer but also was pointed in the direction of a less crowded, much closer spot to sit and watch the show. We ended up so close to the fireworks that they were being launched directly above our heads and we could even see some of the burning embers falling and touching the ground. It was an unforgettable night amongst many of the same exact Fourth of July nights throughout the years. The other thing that made this night memorable was of  course the lovely rain we received. Thanks Utah for making things interesting.

The weekend definitely wasn't long enough but was very successful because I got to really enjoy not having to work and getting the unexpected day off.

Unfortunately, I had gotten a taste of what fun was and I was NOT ready to go back to my normal 6 days, 60 hours a week life. So fortunately, the fun didn’t have to end. In a previous post, I said that I was going to get my first weekend off in six weeks. I was not going to waste the weekend so I made sure to fill it with some fun things to do.

Since I had Friday off at my second job, Dave and I met up with Mikkal and Ashley and drove up to beautiful Timpanogos Canyon and set up camp. We girls got to watch the boys be manly and chop wood and start the fire with flint and steel which was way interesting…but they did it and we are proud.

We also roasted hot dogs and told some scary stories and stayed up late and probably made too much noise for our neighbors but had a really good time. Thanks Mike and Ash for inviting us and pretending to like us weirdos!

To top off a great weekend, Saturday afternoon we drove back to Provo and met up with the other cool married couple friends of ours, Paul and Katherine and headed up to Farmington to spend the day at Lagoon. Before we went there, I had never been and I had heard mixed reviews about the amusement park. Some liked it, and others didn’t. I don’t believe I am a very harsh critic so in my opinion, it wasn’t bad at all. It had some great roller coasters and some fun carnival like rides and hardly any long lines. I mean, there were plenty of people there, but I think that the longest line we waited in was maybe 10 minutes. Us four ran around the park like little kids feeding off each other’s energy and eating as much sugar as we could get our grubby hands on. By the end of the day, my feet hurt but I was satisfied with the fun we had and the laughs that filled the day. However once again, Utah needed to remind us of how no day could be perfect and it rained again a few different times, but we didn’t let it dampen our time there.

Rain?

So my hope is now that I have filled my fun canteen with enough fun that it’ll help me make it through the weeks until my next wonderful weekend off…