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Bean Museum

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Elementary School

Every Pachydermous' Dream Job

Ben(Mr. Man of Mine) and I recently took a trip to the Bean Museum, to have him work on some sketches for his Animation Program application. Located on the BYU campus, this museum brought back so many elementary school memories. And for some reason I remember it being so much bigger, but maybe because I was smaller. Hmm....possibility? Yes.

It was Mr. Man's idea to go down there and we had a great time sketching these animals. It was actually a lot of fun, and makes me want to bust out my sketch book more often. So Ben displayed his awesomeness with a pencil and I mainly brushed up on my sketching skills.

I wish I could say that that lower right sketches are mine, but mine are clearly being framed and displayed due it it's mastery. So documentation is limited. Clearly my talent is too much for this world to handle. Duh.

Randoms

These pictures have no relations to each other and this post makes no sense really.

I drove all the way to work and never look down once to see that my gas light was on. 

I went to the doctor to get my ankle checked out and didn't realize until he was holding my foot that my legs clearly had not be shaven....for who knows how long.

I hate seeing dead deer laying on the side of the road. Breaks my heart.

I sometimes dance in the shower. Because I can.

This week at the office, a large dose of Val Kilmer pictures and quotes have been sent back and forth and I once was able to reference Captain Planet.

Lately, I watch How I Met Your Mother while Mr. Man of Mine sketches. And then, we both laugh at Barney together.

I love the awkward billboards with pictures of the owners on them in some completely unnatural pose. And then I think whether that was their only great creative option.

Happy Friday!!!

13.1

First, half marathon completed!
If those who follow my blog but also follow me on Facebook or Instagram probably was already aware of this. Last Saturday I ran the Salt Lake City Half Marathon.
It was the perfect day for a run, the weather was great and the views were amazing. Gosh, I love Utah sometimes.

This is all you need to know about my race that day:

• People's heads seem to bob up and down to the music I'm listening to so perfectly.
• I got the biggest side-ache I have ever gotten in my entire life...in mile 2. Come on body!
• The last two miles were the worst. 
• A man dressed head to toe in a leopard suit ran in front of me the entire time and all I could think about was Rocky's "Eye Of The Tiger."
• Man had tattooed how many marathons and half marathons on his calves. Weird.
• I opted in to having Whitney Houston's "I Wanna Dance With Somebody " on my mix.
• No one puked until the end of the race.
• Creamies icecream is NOT good after a long run.
• I crossed the finish line to Miley Cyrus' "Party In The USA."
• I placed 729 out of 2492.
• My legs felt like they were going to fall off for about 2 days straight.

And I've caught the bug. What race to do next?

Immature moments.

"The music choice isn't too bad but I (personally) find that music that is provocative or very upbeat (i.e Britney Spears, Pitbull) can make a woman feel sexy and fantasize herself in her dream body and that definitely can revv a woman to go longer and harder."

-Said anonymous on website

Oh how I do love the Internet.

I was browsing the Internet for good running mixes, and I had a great time reading the comments about how certain mixes have effected others.
This one I will admit, left me giggling, and realizing that no matter how much I age, clearly I cannot handle anything seriously.

*I'm curious. What do you like to work out to? Coldplay? Outkast? Ludacris? Black Eyed Peas? Taylor Swift? What about Britney Spears or Pitbull?

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Hard work never leads to failure.

-said by myself to myself

Two Awesome People.

Me at 25, 10 years ago.

My 25th year on this planet is rapidly approaching and I'm trying to think of what a milestone it will be. A quarter of a century. 25. To myself 25 year old self, 10 years ago; I was going to be old.

At 15, I was a crazy, energetic high school student and even then I thought being 25 would mean I would be a full adult. And being an adult did not seem like fun. So I'll say it again being an adult= old. My prime years were going to be over. I thought I would be some fashion designer, chef,  or writing for a magazine (How to Loose a Guy in 10 Days was very impressionable). I saw myself being out of college, a career woman, traveling, possibly married,  and living in some miraculous city in a penthouse apartment. I saw myself successful in both life and in love and life would only be downhill from there. I would have done it all already.

It's so strange how things change and those things that you thought were where you would be are completely different. But now that I look back at it, I'm almost there just starting later. I'm almost 25, half way through my 20's, and I am out of college, have my Bachelor's in Advertising and Design, I'm a freakin' kick-ass Copywriter, I recently moved back into my parents house after being on my own for 7 years, I'm not married, but in love, traveled some, and dirt poor. But I am happy with my almost 25 year old self, success isn't what you have. I feel successful in school, friendship, love and in who I have become. I love the woman I have become, and not to toot my own horn, but I am a rare breed.

So when I think about it, I'm almost there; where I wanted to be 10 years ago at this point in life. But my paths to getting here weren't ever what I expected, and I'm assuming they will continue to do so.

I've asked my mother and others what their favorite age was so far in life, and hands down 25 has been the most popular. I'm excited where 25 will take me, when I thought life would be saying goodbye to it's prime, this isn't where it's ending, this is where it's going to begin! Bring it on!

Stayin' alive at 25! 

(Did anyone start singing the song in their heads right now? Cause I'm pretty sure my amazing brain did.)

OH yeah!

Once upon a time I forgot I lived in such a small place. Where I see people I know, or knew, wherever I go.

Which reminds me...remember to not look like slob when you leave out the door. How else am I supposed to make the mean married and now fat girls from high school jealous?

The end of my hypothesis.

Gifts.

You know you've made it when you start getting gifts from suppliers you work with.

Haha, okay. I see where they are going with it. Ya know, free advertising for them.

Yes, I am awesome and I up sell your product. You are welcome.

Let's continue to be friends and you continuing to shower me with gifts.

My friends from Hotel Tonight sent me a lovely thank you gift for selling their product to our clients.

It's actually a pretty cool product.

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Bobby Pins,

What black hole or far off land do you end up?

One minute I have all of you contained and knowing of your whereabouts, the next minute you've disappeared to an abyss.

Well, wherever you end up I hope you're enjoying yourself in a land of beautiful locks of hair and where 'split ends' are forbidden.

Like Lightening.

I think I run faster with these.

Nothing like

New running shoes + bright color= and feeling like you run faster than the wind.

It's over.

Once I login to Pinterest, it's all over.

Insert hypnotic state and 3 hours that feels like 15 minutes slip by.