B-Day weekend turned sister reunion

Gard had this great idea to go to his family's beach house to celebrate his birthday. So after a TON of convincing (yeah right), I was on board. After a turn of events, Gard's birthday weekend with friends somehow turned into a Rozier sister reunion with none of Gard's friends. Good thing Gard is easy going (or maybe there was so much chattering between me, Nat, and Whit that he didn't have a chance to tell us otherwise?). At any rate, I think all parties involved had a great time. How could we not in such a beautiful place?

Doing what we do best (well, besides talking).

Twin ninja hoodies. Apparently we like to match in my family.

Yes, believe it or not, that's me in the middle of the ocean on a kayak.

I think it's time for an intervention or something.

It's almost 7:oopm and I'm just getting ready to leave work. Yes, sometimes I have a tendency to work too much, but that's not the issue I'm tackling here. The issue is that I just moved a large pile of paper to find chocolate stuck to several documents that go into patient's medical charts. Oops. That, coupled with finding rainbow sprinkles stuck to my chest when I took my bra off the other night (those Banbury donuts are just TOO good), just screams for a cleanse. Okay, I'm not crazy enough to give up sweets or anything (because anyone who knows me knows my appreciation for all things sweet), but maybe I'll just start with some vegetables for dinner. Luckily I like those too.

Further evidence that I'm a 76 year old woman trapped in a 27 year old's body.

I think Sunday Morning is the best show on television. News? Check. Fun facts? Check. Sketches on things ranging from the Hoover Dam to toothpick art to pop culture? Check, check, and check. What more could I want in a television show?

I take back all the mean things I've ever said about LAX

I think I've flown into/out of LAX a handful of times in my life, but for some reason I had a total aversion to that airport- that is until this past Tuesday. I'm typically a glass half-full kind of girl, but whenever I heard someone say something about LAX, it was usually followed by a quick, "Ugh, I HATE that airport. It's just so big and busy and such a pain," or some other exaggerated response to that effect. Well, I take it all back.

On Tuesday, I was at LAX at 7:20 am (so obviously I was in an awesome mood after waking up at 6:00am). I got in the security line to be herded like a cow up to the TSA attendant to go through the huge rigmarole that is now airport travel- still in a totally awesome mood, I assure you. As I approached the TSA podium though, something was different. The attendants were smiling. What?! And on top of that, they were handing out compliments like it was candy. "Oh, Ms. Rozier, headed home today? You sure look nice!" Then I saw one TSA guy look at a lady's ID and say, "Oh, you've decided to go blond. Good choice, it looks great!" Then the lady at the next podium looked at another guy's ID and said, "Wow, nice smile!" For a second, I expected Ashton Kutcher to jump out, but then I remembered that it isn't 2003.

Some people think Christmas or Thanksgiving are the best days of the year...

...I beg to differ. If I had to pick my favorite day of the year, I think it might have to be summer solstice. I mean, 15 hours of sunlight, does it get any better than that?! I think I'll celebrate with a grilled hot dog (well, let's be honest, I've been celebrating the warm weather with hot dogs for weeks now). So maybe I'll add a quick jog in the park as part of my celebration. After all, it'll be light until like 10pm or something wonderful like that!

"Dad is da bomb"

A few years back, my dad learned how to send text messages. Shortly thereafter, I started recieving texts with phrases like the title of this post. I couldn't argue- my dad really is da bomb.

official start to summer

I've had a grilled hot dog every night for the last 4 nights. If that doesn't scream summertime I don't know what does.

"It's your birthday?!"

"It's your birthday?! Happy birthday!" I think I heard this roughly 297 times at work today. The best part is that it was from the same 7 residents. Sometimes having short-term memory loss isn't a bad thing because then you get to be excited about things like birthdays over and over again.

Once in a Lifetime

I know I pick on Utah a lot, but there are some really great perks about living in Salt Lake- namely, stake conference in the Tabernacle. Oh and did I mention that our ward was the choir? Yes, I sang in a Tabernacle choir- not THE Tabernacle choir, but I was so excited about sitting in those choir seats and singing with that amazing organ, it may as well have been. I tried really hard to pay attention to the speakers, but my mind kept wandering and thinking about all of the wonderful Saints and General Authorities who have sat in those seats.