Whoever said Antelope Island is yucky didn't know what they were talking about.

The salt stung my freshly shaved legs and the warm water creeped me out just a little bit, but the sunset was well worth wading out into the Great Salt Lake.

I have a crying hangover.

I don't know why on earth I thought it would be a good idea to go see My Sister's Keeper.

Two hours, a lot of crying, and a really bad headache later, I realize that it's not much fun to watch a movie you've already lived through.

My dad has been to more "jump-arounds" than any other dad I know.

I guess it comes with the territory.

In raising 4 daughters, my dad was subjected to more cheer competitions, dance recitals, gymnastics meets, etc. than any man should ever have to endure. I'm pretty sure he never knew one event from another (which is why he dubbed them all "the jump-around") and he probably had things he'd rather do (like golf), and my mom probably had to drag him there, but the point is he came.

So here's to you dad! Thanks for watching countless jump-arounds, for making the best Sunday night grilled cheese, for not disowning all of us when we call you on the same day with a major freak-out, for good advice, and for being such a wonderful example of what the head of a home should be. Happy Father's Day!

It's official.

I passed my clinical exam and I'm legal.

Now onto the big bucks.

Rain rain go away

It's June. So why does weather.com show the little rain/lightening bolt image for the next 10 days?!

Huh?

I didn't know there was such a thing as a camouflaged kilt until I saw this man at Paradise Bakery today. I can't decide whether it was a decision of fashion or a matter of work attire. But then I tried to think of any job where it would require one to wear a camouflaged kilt and I couldn't think of one. He had a few tools and some serious boots- any ideas?

"Someday you'll be glad I kept that."

I think I heard this phrase at least 26 times today.

I came down to Alpine to help my mom "clean" the basement. Somehow "cleaning'" became a little more like sifting through a bunch of junk that my mom wouldn't let me get rid of because "it's not junk, it's memories".

Just in case any of you need 47 picture frames from the 80's, any sort of electronic cord that is surely out of date, small teddy bear cheerleader figurines, or VHS tapes- don't worry, we've got 'em. And according to my mom, someday I'll be glad. We'll see mom, we'll see.

I love cation

Anyone who has spent any amount of time with the Rozier family knows that we definitely have our own vernacular. One of my favorite Rozier words is "cation"- as in vacation.

When you're on cation you can do things like sleep in late and drink soda for breakfast (or maybe that's everyday) and read silly Hollywoood gossip magazines 'cause after all "It's cation!" ( I wish you could all hear my mom use that as justification for all sorts of things to my dad). Anyway, I was on cation this week, which means I ate frozen yogurt for dinner for the last six nights- guilt free.

Sorry I disappeared...

I was busy graduating...

And drinking a keg of rootbeer (turns out it's a lot of rootbeer- like more than a few weeks worth)...

And being a bridesmaid...

And playing on the beach...

Be back soon.