Church of Switzerland

Remember that one time I went to Europe and it was AWESOME!

Yeah, I'm doing that again. Jealous?

You should be.

See you in 10 days!

Church of the Grand Canyon

March 14, 2010. A day that will live in infamy. The day I discovered my own animal spirit guide.

The day started out like so many others. Three girls, a box of donuts, and a car full of gas speeding down the freeway towards the Grand Canyon. But, somewhere deep down, I knew this day would be special. That is why I wore my Shaman guide t-shirt.

The internet taught me, "The spirit guide chooses the person. The person does not choose the spirit guide. A person cannot simply select an animal and begin communication - the results of which are often frustrating and unsuccessful. A spirit guide must be harmonious with the person." As soon as we got out of the car, my spirit guide selected me. This dark, bold raven almost flew into our car. I knew he was trying to communicate.

We have alot in common, my spirit guide and I. We both have black hair with purple highlights, we both are really good at flying. The internet also taught me that a raven spirit guide only comes to those to whom it may speak in private and share its secrets with the knowledge its mysteries will be well guarded by one who already possesses wisdom. This is me having a private discussion and understanding mysteries with my spirit guide.

After peering into my very soul with his eyes, he flew off. I think we both left a little wiser.

And then we jumped for joy.

Awesome jumping picture, right?

After our experience, we decided to put on our thinking mustaches and enjoy the majesty of the Grand Canyon.

Side note story: Man who took this for us was from Iowa or some other Midwest state and was fascinated by us and our mustaches. He took pictures of us with his own camera. I can only imagine him telling his family back home about the crazy girls he met from Las Vegas.

Beware of cougars crossing. And trust me, Jessie and I are cougars in EVERY sense of the word.

After her embarrassing defeat in the battle of Calico, Jessie wanted a rematch of our skills. Sadly, the snow and her finger guns got the best of me this time. You will live to rue this day, Glamazon. Rue the day!

Remember that one time...

Remember how I was going to post all these days of gratitude and stuff? Kind of didn't happen. I have learned my lesson, never commit to a blog timeline again. But trust me, it is still coming. Maybe.

Day 4: I FEEL ALIVE! (Backlog)

Let's pretend I posted this on the actual day and not 2 days later, ok?

Today I am grateful for this song:



This is Fun. That is their name, Fun., not a comment on my level of enjoyment. Check this band out, trust me, you will not regret it.

I am also grateful for friends who will go crazy, sing and dance and enjoy Fun. with me.

Day 3: She burns like the sun

Today I am grateful for sunblock. Without it, my entire body would be red, instead of just my legs from the knees down. But only on my shins. It looks awesome, trust me. I am also grateful for Melissa and her amazing pool. We are starting the Saturday Lay Out Club. Let me know if you want to join!

Day 2: It's Springtime for Vegas.

I am so grateful for the beautiful, sunny day we are having today! Perfect weather like this makes me want to drive around with the windows down, eat crunchy tacos, and listen to Sublime. It kind of also makes me want to go buy a Jeep.

P.S. - This weather also makes me miss Kaira. Love you!

Day 1: Learning to Control the Crazy. Again.

(Warning: Self-indulgent blog, lots of words. No pictures. My apologies.)

For some reason when I entered the blogging world, I felt I could only write about funny things. I had to have a funny blog. The problem with this? Sometimes in life we don't feel funny, and then we have nothing to blog about, and then our mom tells us we need to step up the blogging. Fine mom, get off my back already! My blog is going to stop being polite, and start getting real.

It's no secret that I freak out over my birthday every year. Getting older is apparently traumatic for me. Each year for 10 months I am my normal, happy, non-crazy self. And then, around the end of April, I turn into a person I don't always recognize, who does things I would never do, and says things I would never say. She is out of control! (Except I did do those things. I did say those things. Gulp.) This year I have decided to put my foot down, and put the crazy lady back in her cage. In my deep, psychoanalysis of my own brain, I came up with a few solutions, one of which is to recognize how truly blessed I am, and to have gratitude for my life. I mean, let's be honest, my life is kind of awesome. And, lucky you, you get to hear about it. For the next 15 days. (Because 30 seemed like too many.)

Today we start with the core, I am grateful I have an amazing family who feel like great friends and amazing friends who feel like they are family.

I have an amazing family. I have parents who are All Stars, who have raised me in a home filled with love, laughter, and most importantly, the gospel of Jesus Christ. (Running family joke: Walk into any LDS church, yell out "I know Dave Walker", and the response will be "He's such a nice guy!" followed by a handshake.) I have four siblings who not only do I love, but I like. And, they get my jokes (for the most part). And, I am the aunt to 4 nieces and 3 nephews, all of whom happen to worship the ground I walk on. Apparently, their parents have raised them right. Not to mention all of my extended family. I have aunts, uncles, cousins, grandparents who surround me and love me and support me. One thing I can never doubt, I am loved.

I have amazing friends. Life-long, soul-mate type friends. Friends who are willing to boycott Blockbuster just because I had a bad experience. Friends who are not afraid to call me out when I need it, but who support me no matter what. Friends that can carry on conversations about world events or the magical powers of unicorns with the same depth and level of enthusiasm. Friends I know I can call at 2am because I need them. And, friends who know I would do the same for them.

Probably sounds weird to say, but I am excited to be me again.