Isn't it supposed to be Spring?!

Forecast for Wednesday, April 30th in Salt Lake City, UT

High 47 Low 34 with a chance of rain/snow showers

I am NOT happy 'cause all I want to do is this...















...and it's no fun in the rain.

Job Search

As of last Wednesday at 9:00pm, I finished my first year of my master's program. Now I need a summer job. I could always go back to my teenage summer job as a "duck hut" girl (aka glorified janitor) at a Clovis swim school- but somehow I don't think selling concessions, hauling wet kids up the slide, and cleaning up barf out of the pool is going to work for me anymore.

Last summer, Whit and I took a 16 hour road trip in a Penske. Maybe I should try being a truck driver for the summer, I hear they make good money and I'm sure I'd meet lots of men on the road.

I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always...

...as long as I'm living (and well beyond that), my big sister you'll be.

Thanks for the infectious laugh, for the creative genius in your floral arrangements, for being the best shopping buddy no matter the circumstances, for always saying I-O-WA regardless of how many times we told you otherwise, for the late night chats, for stupid boy advice, for Jason and Hailey, for your sense of humor, for your Christlike example, for your make-up application tips, for your honesty, for doing late night Jane Fonda workouts in the family room, for making me try sushi, for being a great personal cheerleader, for lunches at the Ritz, for having more guts than anyone I've ever known, and for being my big sister. The world is a brighter place because you were in it.

Ode to...

Baby powder.

I know what you're thinking. "But Lindsay doesn't have a baby, does she?" No, I don't. But that hasn't stopped me from singlehandedly keeping Johnson & Johnson in business. Let me explain.

I was up late Tuesday night writing (yes, hand-writing and then typing) a paper. I desperately needed to wash my hair, but I figured I'd do it in the morning before my 8:30am class. Yeah right. Instead of popping into the shower when my alarm sounded, I hit snooze and awoke 20 minutes before class. What is a greasy haired girl to do? I could throw on a hat- but I've done that far too many times this semester. So naturally I turned to my trusty friend, baby powder. I dusted it over my head, ran a brush through my hair, threw it back into a pony, and was out the door. Thank goodness for blonde hair. Best part of the whole thing is when I showed up to my class a fellow student said, "Did you get your hair done recently? It looks great." If she only knew.

Lest you think I'm totally disgusting, check THIS out. (Thanks Laura)

Oh, and don't worry, I took a shower after class.

Dear Nextdoor Lady,

I thought it was really funny when you came over today to let us know just how upset you were that Monica's car was "completely blocking" your driveway. Yes, it was 2 inches past the curb, but I hardly think that constitutes complete blockage. It was especially funny when you said, "No one can get in or out of the driveway," because I just saw you pull out and your car was sitting in front of our house- which leads me to believe that you were somehow able make it out of your "completely blocked" driveway. Nevertheless, I'm sorry. Maybe I can make you some of my delicious peanut butter crispies to make up for it. I'm sure we'll be friends in no time.

Sincerely,
Lindsay Lark

Strictly Business

Today I was working with a first grader and our conversation went a little something like this:

Me: So what did you do over spring break?
1st grader: Business.
Me: What kind of business ? (in my most caring, intrigued, counselor voice)
1st grader: You know, going to Sev for soda.

You'll have to excuse me, I've got some business to do.

Is it weird...

that I hand write term papers and then type them? (when I say I have to write a paper, I literally mean write)

that I still prefer Kraft mac 'n cheese to most meals?

that I'll drive to Bajio just to get a cup of ice?

that no matter how tired I am or how early I have to get up, I won't go to sleep before midnight?

that I only ate yellow food for a few years as a child (I could probably still live on this diet)?

that I can't stand to walk on pavement with barefeet?

that I LOVE tomatos, but won't eat tomato suace?

that one of my dearest friends is 94?

that I prefer hand-written letters to email?

that I think I was born in the wrong decade?

Just checkin'.

Thank You Easter Bunny

Thanks to this (found via Becca's blog) I now know that I need to mow the lawn for 228 minutes, spend 139 minutes on the elliptical trainer, knit for 838 minutes, stand quietly for 1048 minutes (stand quietly? Really cyberdiet.com? Standing counts as "activity"?), or rollerblade for 179 minutes to compensate for the amount of Easter candy I consumed yesterday. I better get knitting.

Welcome to the House of Dereon

A few weeks ago, my friend Rachelle turned 23 on the 23rd, so naturally we threw a gold themed birthday party. The day before the party I was stressed about what I was going to wear to woo all of the potential SLC suitors. I scoured every Forever 21, TJ Maxx, and Charlotte Russe in search of the perfect outfit, but to no avail. Just as I was about to give up, I drove by the Ross in American Fork and decided to stop in. I walked in and quickly scanned the merchandise for anything gold. I was losing hope as I neared the back of the store and that's when I spotted It. It was exactly what I'd been searching for all along. How did Beyonce's mom know that I needed a gold sequined cheetah print jacket?! You see, a few years back Beyonce's mom thought it would be a good idea to unleash her hideous fashion sense on the world in the form of House of Dereon, and boy am I glad. I glanced at the price tag and thought, "Only $15 for this beauty?!" It was mine. Never in my life have I been so satisfied with a clothing purchase. The next night I wore my new piece of pride to the party and learned that you can do whatever you want when you're wearing gold sequined cheetah print and no one asks questions. Every morning since then I've contemplated wearing It.

For the love of Dereon