Walk, Walk, Fashion Baby

I have this funny little walk.

It's kind of like a duck.

Floppy.

And Momma noticed of course.

She used to do a little modeling, back in the day.

She told me what to do and how to fix it.

So I was working at the restaurant the other night and practicing how I walk.

One foot in front of the other.

Barely sway the hips.

Shoulders back.

Work it.

Fierce.

I went to ask some ladies how they were doing and one of them said,

"Girl, you have a mean walk. And I should know."

Turns out, she used to be a model and currently trains them for the run way.

Mission accomplished, Mom!

Now I can go back to walking like a duck.

Then, Anggie and I did prego Tiff walking impressions.

Maybe I'll start walking that way.

{aka waddling}

It's fun!

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Lucky Me!

As I rode home on the handlebars of my boss's bike last night, I realized that that is not normal. In fact, it's a little bit weird. How lucky am I? These people are amazing. I mean, Friday night campfires, Fourth of July parties, and endless days and nights of just hanging out. Not to mention the cute kids. I can't get enough. Because I love them THIS MUCH.

2008 at a glance

January

Leaving home. Tears. Ice and snow. New friends and new adventures.



February
Valentines. Lots of cookies. A perfect night. A perfect person. More snow and ice.



March
Heartbreak. Tears. Creepy Produce Man. Early mornings in the library with wonderful friends.


April
Finals. Painting. Forts made of mattresses. All nighters and The O.C. Moving a truckload of stuff to the basement. A 2 1/2 day drive back home. Screams of excitement.



May
Mariposa.



June
Mariposa. Beaches with beautiful friends. Birthday!



July
Fireworks. Cheating lovers. Tears. Hate.


August
An engaged ex-lover. Tears. A beautiful baby Reefy. Tears. Airplanes. More tears. Back to school!



September
New roommates. Old roommates. Roman Ruins. Little eff heads.



October
Boise, Idaho! The Pumpkin Patch! Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus. Dance party!


November
Gropey McGee. Rexburg, Idaho. Milking a cow. Rhubarb pie. Funny faces. Holiday tea. Mission call to Scotland!


December
Las Vegas. Hot hair. Finals. Snow and ice. Slippery car! Knocked off hubcap. Airplane. Christmas!!!! Missionary phone call. Beaches.



Good-bye 2008!

Mariposa Mexican Grille

The very first job I held in a professional setting was at Mariposa Mexican Grille (now known as Mekinita Mexican Grille). I think that it was the best place ever to work. And not just because Rand Packer is the most amazing chef ever. Although that might have something to do with it...
I think that it was more of the fact that there is a feeling of teamwork and excellence that just isn't anywhere else that I have been. And you can really feel it. From the moment you walk in to the moment you leave, the atmosphere is amazing. And it's not just the brilliant decorations. It's the people. Where else could you possibly go to your bosses house every Friday night and have campfires? And where else would you meet a best friend like Chrissy?Where would you decorate a Christmas tree with big butterflies and then leave it up till almost February? I'm not sure, but I'm betting it isn't at Chili's, or Village Inn, and definitely not McDonald's. And the beautiful butterfly doors definitely pull all of it together. It's my box, I'm stuck in it, and I love it. I can't wait for summer, when I get to go back and be with my Butterfly Family.
True! (it's not false this time, Mehemet...)














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