Voyeurs welcome

Oh, it has been awhile.

I'm not sure there is a soul out there 

still following this old thing.

So much time has passed I won't even attempt to catch up.

I will simply start afresh.

We moved.

We left Chicago, our friends, our school, our routine, and 

headed back to Utah.

I am happy about a lot of this.

Sad about a lot.

I won't lament. It makes my heart hurt and it will ruin my day.

Suffice it to say that leaving was sad, which I guess is a good thing.

It means that our time there was meaningful and well spent.

oh....

So here we are,  back where I (not Kenny. He wouldn't claim Utah in a million years) sprung forth.

Anxiously anticipating spring.

Moving in the dead hell of winter is a terrible idea for the mental health of anyone whose mental health is on the fence as it is.  

I hope to blog occasionally because I miss writing. 

I miss tapping into that creative nook of my brain.

Voyeurs welcome.

the short ones

Let Us Not Forget the Private Blog for the Littles

Chi-Town Babies

'Cause We Tend To Forget About Those Pesky Private Blogs...

The things that move you. The things you move to.

I am really weird about music.

But I guess everyone is really weird about something.

They are just better at hiding it :)

Life is not long and quite uncertain. I think that if there are things that inspire us and they are somewhat accessible we should seek those things out and experience them.

You will have more regrets from the the things you don't do.

So come on friends, do do. 

Do Do! 

Back to being weird about music.

I have one basic concert-going rule.

I must be up front.

I will accept nothing less.

If I had to choose between being in the back or watching it on T.V.? 

I would choose T.V.

Luckily, I didn't have to make that choice for this :)

cut to Florence + The Machine.

Milwaukee, WI.

I took these with my lil' bitty iphone.

Yes, we were that close.

Yes, I will never have to wonder if it was amazing.

Thanks for humoring me A and L. 

I hope you had as much fun as I did.

Released

3 wonderful years in the Young Women's presidency have passed

and my time as a leader has come to a close.

I have loved this calling for countless reasons.

It has been a remarkable experience and has played a significant role

in my own personal progression. 

It pushed me and left me with a desire to be more. 

I am changed for the better because of it, and all of you.

AND I'M NOT GONNA LIE, WE HAD A DANG GOOD TIME WHILE WE WERE PROGRESSING :)

I LOVE YOU LADIES.

(old and young)

Herbage

My dream to become a farmer is being realized.... On a much smaller scale.

Far pot is Cilantro

Close pot is Basil

Taking it back!!

30

Señor Hammond turned 30 yesterday.
He is not excited about this. I told him I think is is hotter now than when we first met, but he didn't believe. He's all manly and stuff now and before he was too skinny.
I got him this t-shirt because we 30 year olds watch this cartoon (I'm not really 30 yet, but I was ready to let you think I was for about 25 seconds) and it's really weird and this dog loves burritos and so does Kenny.

Friday Night Lights- A reaction

Maybe I can guess what you are thinking.

"Seriously?"

But I know some of you are thinking

"Heck ya!!!" (I'm with you folks)

I just finished watching the whole series, cover to cover and I must say, I enjoyed it more than I have enjoyed any television program experience in, well, maybe ever.

And in a couple of sentences, I will tell you why.

Because it's got the good ole' fashion theme of right and wrong and it does it in a way that doesn't leave you guessing. You feel things and don't need to jump on wikipedia to make sure what you are feeling is what the director intended.

It is not open to interpretation because it doesn't need to be. THANK GOODNESS.

It is refreshing 

You don't have to prove how smart you are because you think understood the message.

If you missed it you must have had your head in a pile of snow.

Simplicity; there's not a darn thing wrong with it.

I wrote this post late last night and forgot to add something.

One more key ingredient that solidified my love for this how.

It has HEART.

In fact, it's chock full to the brim.

Loads of it. Truck loads, Texas pick-up truck loads.

I can't remember the last time I watched or read anything with real heart.

You know the kind.

You find it burning in the back of your throat while trying to fight off tears.

For a little bonus and because I am a huge Downton Abbey lover as well, here is an article

that made me happy.  It would have been hard for me to draw these comparisons 'cause I am a college drop out. But I am sure glad someone did because it helps drive my point home with out me having to scratch for the verbage.

15 ways ‘Downton Abbey’ and ‘Friday Night Lights’ are alike | | Joe DonatelliJoe Donatelli

Thank you friends for recommending.

Finally, t.v. time well spent.

Enough about me.. this is about him.

Alright, on to more important things.

If you have or are trying to grow some gnarly-type beard and want to know how to tame the facial mane, look no further. 

Oh I'm sorry, let's back up.

Have you met Kenny?

He's the dAd Man.

He's also my man.

He had a very important meeting this morning and wanted to tame without having to trim.

The answer? Conditioner, duh.

I didn't even think of it.

He had to look it up on the WWW.

He also threw some pomade in for extra sleekness.

He's a sleek fellow.

We also had a fashion show.

He wanted to look, just so.

Do you have that?

A man who likes to look, just so?

YOU WILL HAVE TO EXCUSE THE GLOWING SATAN EYES.

MY CAMERA HAS RED EYE REDUCTION, BUT NOT DEMON EYE.

GO FIGS.

It takes just the right pair of Nike 6.0's matched with the perfect cardi/shirt combo to get the effect is he looking for.  The art-director/possible adjunct professor/Idaho Hipster.

He pulls it off nicely.

BUT WHAT I AM REALLY GETTING AT IS THAT BECAUSE OF HIS MAINTAINED FACIAL COIF AND HIS DEDICATION TO HIS WARDROBE HE JUST LANDED A PART-TIME TEACHING GIG AT DEPAUL UNIVERSITY. (WHERE HE JUST GOT HIS MASTERS)

I COULDN'T BE PROUDER.

You are the Champion of my heart.

You're so vain, you probably think this post is about you.

You know what looks good in this picture?

Not my baby, he looks tired and a little hung-over.

Not my neck line/wrinkles. Warning:Stay out of the tanning beds people, pale is the new young.

IT'S MY HAIR

I REALLY LIKE IT.

I LIKE IT ENOUGH TO BRAG A LITTLE.

I can say that because everything else from the neck down does not look as good.

Think taffy pulling machine...