Shake what yo momma gave ya

Tonight my older sister in law, Lindsay danced at the Flash game.
She is currently taking Zumba dance classes and loves it.
They got a gig to dance at half time of the Utah Flash basketball game.
The entire Lyman clan came along to support her.
She did a great job!

Its spring again..

Which can only mean one thing..Color fest!

This year Zach was unable to go to Color Fest with me. So last minute I woke up Saturday morning and drove down to Spanish Fork. I met up with my friend Calix and her friends for a little while. As always, we had a lot of fun. This year was much different then last year. There was still snow sticking around on the ground and we were pretty cold most of the day.

While waiting for the color throwing to begin, we build a snowman! Everyone loved it and several people took pictures with it and "left their mark" which turned into a beautiful work of art.

We survived the color throwing and then did something crazy. Because so many people were walking through the snow it all turned into mud. Calix and I did a mud slide relay race down hill!!

I lost, horribly. We still had lots of fun and I got to put another "check" on my bucket list.

After we were a muddy mess, we stopped to find some food. We tried "belli's", they were interesting to say the least. Spaghetti tucked inside a roll.

Kinda funny. Kinda good. Kinda don't want to try it again.

18 months

And in the blink of an eye, another 6 months of marital bliss pass.

We have now been married 18 months!

We celebrated with cake, of course.

When we got married, our baker promised to give us a cake on our

one year anniversary to celebrate.

That way we would not have to save our wedding cake for a whole year and try to eat that. Yuck.

Well because we live in Utah, we missed our one year cake. So while on a quick trip home to California, I ran by the bakery and picked it up, just in time for our 18 month mark!

Better late then never right?

A Whole New World

For those of you who don't know, I got a new job. Yay! * jumps up and down*

Let me tell you the story in the form of song:

(to the tune of A Whole New World- Aladdin)

I just got a new job
Excited, Scary, but Happy

Tell me, readers, now when did you last let your heart decide?

I just gassed up my car

It's a longer to commute now

Over freeways and side streets
On a 45 minute drive

A whole new world

A new executive point of view

No one to tell me no

Or where to go

Or say I'm only dreaming

A whole new world

A dazzling place I never knew

But when I'm way up here

It's crystal clear

That now I'm in an office with a view

Unbelievable calls

Indescribable meetings

Filing, Typing, deleting

Through an endless paper pile

The business world

I wont dare close my eyes

A hundred thousand things to read

I don't Hold my breath - it gets better

I'm like a shooting star

I've come so far

I can't go back to where I used to be

The business world

Every turn a surprise

With new investors to pursue

Every moment gets better

I'll chase them anywhere

There's no time to spare

I'm glad I shared this whole new world with you!

A whole new world

I almost hurled

That's where I'll be

and I have a key!

A thrilling chase

A wondrous place

For Zach and me
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Hope you enjoyed and laughed a bit.

Here are a couple pictures of the office building.

The receptionist desk

Hallway to my office

The break area that we call "the Cafe"

And last but not least, the conference room.

Happy Birthday Dad!

Today is my wonderful Dad's Birthday and because he is a twin, its my uncles too!

So, Happy Birthday Brent!

I have attempted to call my Dad 3 times today to wish him well. It seems as though my father is ignoring my calls or in his old age, forgot how to answer the phone. J/k.

Either way, the next best thing is to write a blog about/ for him.

Daddy,

I love you more than anything in the world. You really are so wonderful and mean so much to me. I love our inside jokes and the goober you have made me to be. You have taught me so much. It is because of you that I have such a large base of music knowledge. I love singing in the car with you, music turned up and listening to random songs. I love making up silly songs for the dogs with you in the "Bodie voice" that everyone but Mom can make. I love that you are a "gleek" like me! I love that I can talk to you about anything and you always listen. I love the way you act when T comes over to visit, I can just tell how much of an amazing dad you were for me.I know that it will be even more amazing to watch when you are a grandpa. I love that you know how to make me laugh. I loved our late night talks when I came home from dates. I love pretending to be your detective while we chase down a drunk guy in the street. I secretly love that you call me Bear. I knew I loved it even more when I got in that car accident and the first words out of your mouth were "Are you ok, Bear" I know it means you love me so much. I love that as a kid you humored "Sara's Cafe" and even ate rotten food at times (literally) . Then when Sara's cafe went out of business, you became the number 1 customer for "Sara's Salon". I love that you have always supported me in everything I do, and I really appreciate that.

I expect you to be around for a long time so I can fall in love with more and more things about you every day. I love you, Dad.

Love,

Baby Bear

And another one bites the dust....

So today I made a shocking realization... I currently have 13 pregnant friends and 8 with a baby less than a month old. That means at one point in time, I had 21 friends pregnant.

That. Is. Crazy.

Apparently I did not get the memo. This strange phenomenon triggers something in the mind of women. Suddenly they feel inclined to share strange pictures of their bodies with the world, Cry whenever they want, crave silly foods and get a "right of passage" from every one in smacking distance if they do/ want something out of the norm.

Am I jealous? Only because these woman will soon enter the "all knowing" stage of motherhood. Which apparently in my child-less state have absolutely no way to comprehend or relate to. Barf.

It really is something that changes, once the child is born suddenly a great amount of knowledge floods your brain and NO ONE knows more than Mommy.

I have a mother, I know she knows everything, because she taught me everything she knows.

So yes I can relate.... kind of. End of story.

This however, is not to say that I will not be part of the annoying prego club. Heck, for all I know, I might be the President of the crazy, ahem, I mean Prego club. Flaunting pictures of my enlarged body part and updating the world every time I feel the baby move, but its my "right of passage" after all, right?

But all in due time, sir. *said in British accent*

For those 3 followers that actually read this blog: FYI we are no where near baby central in our house. We are enjoying our Newlywed-ish lives and do not crave the pitter patter of small feet running around the house. I do not wish to be a large and in charge pregnant woman. I do not dream about changing poopy diapers at 3 in the morning. I do not sleep in on Saturday morning and think to myself "this would be much better if I woke up to crying." I do not fear being too far from home in case we have a wardrobe malfunction, forget the diaper bag or another "baby" emergency.

But aside from all the down sides. One day, I will want to be a mom. One day, I will bless my parents with grandchildren, and when it happens they will be the cutest thing ever. One day, I will be completely bias of other children and none are as great as mine. One day, I will live for those little newborn smiles. One day, I will love when they call me "mom". One day, I will think that no one can change a diaper as good as I can. One day, I will LIVE for poopy diapers at 3 am and the cuddles that follow after.

Sadly, that day is NOT today.

I'll be sure to keep you posted when it is.