Tuesday, May 3, 2011


So, I don't write on this blog EVER, but I do have a new blog that I am trying to update everyday so....if you are interested in anything I have to say or just wanna waste time my new address is:



Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Coffee spoons

I've been slowly working on a different blog. It's a little bit different than this one, a bit more personal, a bit funnier, a bit more observant and not really so....decorative. I am 100% certain nobody reads this blog anyway, which is why I took the risk of putting the new info on here. I'm going to keep posting on this one, just to do pics and stuff but, i will be frequently renewing my other page.

 Anyway, if anyone out there does read this, my new blog is measuringlifeincoffeespoons.wordpress.com

that's all.

Saturday, November 27, 2010


So, I realize I haven't blogged in a while so, let me do a little picture update for both of you...

This is Scoot
(She's my new car!)

My new/revived phone

My work has started doing children's birthday parties

I started doing
(this means yoga)

and finally, I am working towards
(My Masters in English)

Well...that's about all for now! I'll keep posting more once the school semester is over! :)

Wednesday, July 7, 2010

HA ha HA ha

So, the very cool, very nice, UPS guy (Ryan) that comes to the bookstore everyday just told me that he was watching TV last night and there was a character that reminded him of me. Flattered as I was, I inquired about who that might be, that answer cames as a bit of a shock but, I guess I can see it....


I dunno. What do you guys think?!?!?!

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Judging A Book By It's Cover

 It's about time I wrote up another book review, yes? Yes.

I've just finished reading Olive Kitteridge. This is the story of a retired schoolteacher, who finds herself using her time to observe the people surrounding her. From her husband, to her former student, to her own child; Olive has the opportunity to achieve insight into the lives of those whom she cares/cared for, inevitably changing her own life's perspective.
  I found this book to be packed with all the classic Elizabeth Strout moments. The story is has occasions that will catch you by complete surprise and substance that will make the most of good old irony. Of course, one attribute of Strout's that is ever present in her writing is  moment of raw intense emotion. This book is by far one my favorite recommendations for any fiction lover! Olive Kitteridge is one woman who will influence your life for years after reading her story.

Do you like pie? I LOVE pie! After having read Sweetness at the Bottom of The Pie, I now have new found addiction to pie! The best way to summerize this book is to quote the back cover:
   "It is the summer of 1950 – and a series of inexplicable events has struck Buckshaw, the decaying English mansion that Flavia’s family calls home. A dead bird is found on the doorstep, a postage stamp bizarrely pinned to its beak. Hours later, Flavia finds a man lying in the cucumber patch and watches him as he takes his dying breath. Then someone steals a slice of Mrs. Mullet’s unspeakable custard pie that had been cooling on the kitchen window … As the noose tightens, Flavia decides it is up to her – and her fully equipped Victorian chemical laboratory – to piece together the clues and solve a murder."
  I found the writings of Alan Bradley to be completely ravishing. The way Bradley makes each character compelling but, never allows them to be above the story or take away the charisma of Flavia (the main character) is enchanting. This picturesque novel will keep even the best mystery lovers invested and enthralled.

...alright, I was going to write up a few more reviews but, I think I've given you a couple to ponder for now! The last thing I will recommend is for any young adult fiction lovers out there...Impossible by Nancy Werlin. A beautiful suspenseful novel based on the folk ballad "Scarborough Fair," This novel takes you on the journey of a young girl (Lucy) as she discovers the truth about her ancestry. I highly recommend this book for anyone who wants a fast paced, almost easy read, very entertaining novel!

     Well, then, ENJOY!!

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

This is lame but...

I have a friend in town. A friend I haven't seen in a long time. Unfortunitely, we haven't talked in a long time either so, he didn't tell me he was in town. A mutual friend just mentioned it in passing, last night. To truely help you understand why this is something I needed to blog out, you need a little history lesson...
 Our paths first crossed about 3 years ago.  He is this amazing person with an incomparable heart, sincerely caring for everyone around him. He knows where he's going in life and has a deep passion for what he's doing, something worth much admiration! We had a strange almost instant connection but, he doesn't live here and I do. The attempt we made at a long distance relationship was a struggle that (being as immature as I was) I didn't know how to handle. Needless to say, my heart was a little more than hurt. Not on purpose, mind you, just out of bad circumstances, or timing, or a curse of the fates,what have you. In the end, I still think about him.
 I'm blogging because, even though I've technically moved on... I've dated, been in relationships, been heart hurt, etc. The idea of him still haunts me. And maybe it's just that, 'the idea of him,' I don't know for sure. All I do know is my throat has been giving me that "cry or choke" feeling ever since he was mention. For years, mind has raced back to him at any reminder; his job, his laugh, friends, certain smiles, even tv shows. The basic knowledge of him being in MY town, in the presence of people that I call friends, it's begging me to ask questions. And I guess the questions I'm throwing out into the universe are...What do I do? Take that risk or wait on those damned fates?

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

It's raining

It's May 11th and it's raining in Ogden, Utah. I think about all the sun-fun I've had in these last few days and I welcome the rain. This strange sort of magic, that is associated with such a storm, always incompasses my soul. The grass, covered in Adam's ale, is vibrantly green and the cars driving by the coffee shop window are making that familiar "shwoosh" of tires on that thin glass sheet of condensation, and I am invigorated. Maybe it's all the stories I've heard that take place in the rain, maybe it's the romance associated with a downpour, maybe it's all my time spent in Skagway; but whatever it is, my soul is overjoyed by the cloudburst surrounding my little bookstore.