Hello!

There was like a six week spread that started in December where every single weekend my bags were packed and ready to go somewhere. Some weeks I didn't even unpack.

A few things that have occupied my time:

taming wild native american children at airoports in Phoenix, Arizona
sweeping hundreds of dead flies into ziplock baggies at cabin in Kamas
ringing in the new year by just taking a hot bubble bath in my free standing claw-foot bathtub
driving through the dead of night to leave a creepy note on someone's door in Pocatello, Idaho then driving back to Utah
buying turquoise from native americans in Alburquerque, New Mexico
helping put together 3 different puzzles
gambling in Wendover, Nevada
gambling in Mesquite, Nevada
playing hours of rummikub
soaking for 3 hours in the diamond fork hot pots
enjoying beautiful rides through Spanish Fork/Price Canyon
general christmas merry-making in Ferron, Utah
buying and shooting guns
jamming all sorts of new music (mostly black keys and lady antebellum)
being obsessed with rummikub
sliding on the ice at Utah Lake
hosting parties at the Orchard Shack
flying on the frontier flight from Provo to Denver
snowboarding with yuppies at Beaver Creek, Colorado
snowboarding with Santa in Utah
buying vintage cat print shirts at a buffalo exchange
finding the perfect cowboy hat
spreading christmas cheer
getting 3 hours of sleep for nights in a row
going through a professional interview process with Mary, while wearing my business trousers
enjoying this second summer to it's fullest

Here's some random pictures of the last bit:

Ting Ting helping with puzzle.

(Megan Homer dressed as a Romanian bag lady in the Orchard Shack)

(Nate eating a completo itiliano at a little Chilean place near the Orchard Shack)

(Romanian ornaments hanging on my Grma's little Christmas tree)

(A good sign up Price canyon)

(a drum Max got for Christmas from Sam)

(diamond fork)

(headed into the Casablanca - the unluckiest casino in Mesquite)

 (Denver yuppies at the base of Beaver Creek in Colorado)

(views bring tears to my eyes on the Provo to Denver flight)

 (friends in Orchard Shack - loving the Holidays)

(me standing in line at a fabric store - being mortified at what these woman could possibly be making with all these fabrics shown here) 

(friends in the Orchard Shack bed) 

(Mark, this is the happiest moment in his adult life at Brighton)

(the rug room at a place we ate at fifty billion times in Alburquerque) 

(falling through the ice at Utah Lake, good thing the whole lake is only 2 ft deep)