Monday, July 26, 2010

A Book.

Marie: I'm looking for a book... something that can help me deal with what might be an awkward situation. Something funny might be nice, but not necessarily big, 'ha, ha, ha,' 'laugh, laugh, laugh' funny, and certainly not make-fun-of-other-people funny but rather something human-funny. And, uh, if it could uh, sneak up on you, surprise you, and at the same time make you think that what you thought wasn't only right, in a wrong kind of way, but when you're wrong, there's a certain rightness in your wrongness... Well, what I mean is, more importantly, I'm looking to be swept up! And at the same time, not.
Dan: Well, you rarely find all that in one book.

What would you suggest?

p.s. I love Dan in Real Life. If you haven't seen it you need to.

Right now

I'm thankful for:

Chocolate Chip Oatmeal cookies in the oven.
Clean sheets.
Two eyes that see though I'm sure they would see better if I used my glasses.
Rain outside my window.
Ann of Green Gables.
A car that goes.
A mom who never stops loving.
A dad who never stops giving.
A day that is simply perfectly perfect.


Monday, July 19, 2010

Dear Sir,

This is a warning.
One day when we are in a crowded room full of people, we may or may not know, and I need to get your attention I will impulsively yell across the room.
"Oh Blueberry buns!"
If you're lucky on another public occasion I will yell
"My chocolate-coated cinnamon bear!"
i can't decide which i love more.
Just so you know.
Be prepared.

Your very own,
Sabrina Danielle

Fun Finds: Anne Kiel Jewlery

I'm in love with this ring.
I think I need it.
I may also need the Gold Vermeil Anchor necklace as well.
Love, love, love.


Regret: Part Deux

Warning: If you are pregnant, become easily nauseated, or hate feet you probably should not read this post. Probably. Also you should not read this if you are eating food. Really.

As I mentioned in the previous post this weekend Iker and I went to Ben Folds.
And I also mentioned it was awesome.
Which it was.
How could it not be?
Ben Folds+ Utah Symphony+ Deer Valley Amphitheater= Flawless

What I somehow forgot to mention was the general splendor that surrounded us at said venue.
We decided to head up to the amphitheater before the doors opened because the old man I was with kept complaining about his feetsies and lower back.
However, I was soon grateful that Old Yeller insisted that we left for the amphitheater early, because there was already a line of colorful characters waiting at the gate.
Once they finally opened the gate Iker and I laughed at the people running up the hill like they were the first ones in the door on Black Friday.
There was even a guy with a rolly cooler that tried to book it over the bumpy hill.
When Iker and I made it through the gate we decided to run just a little ways so we didn't disappoint the other people waiting in line laughing at the crazy people running up the hill.

Once we had spread out our blankie and situated our loot we realized that although we had a reasonably good view of the amphitheater we also had a really good view of the sun that insisted on roasting our brains.
Eventually some strangers came by and we moved our blankie a little bit so they could fit theirs
next to ours. They even kindly watched our belongings when we went to the merch table/bathroom/mission to find an air conditioner.
So far, so good.

I'm not sure how long it was after we came back from our errands that things took a turn for disgusting.
We were in the middle of a rousing game of 20 questions when a mixture of repulsion and nausea crept onto Iker's face.
"That guy has really flakey heels." He motioned to our friend on the blankie neighboring ours, "How do your heels even get that flakey?"
I looked at Iker with warning eyebrows because sometimes he doesn't realize that his voice travels and then we get ourselves into very uncomfortable situations. ehem, old navy.
We decided to abandon 20 questions for I spy.
Iker went first.
"I spy something flakey."
That was the end of that game.
Fortunately the concert started soon after and for reasons still unknown Flakey as he is affectionately known put socks on, thus saving Iker from staring at his feet for the remainder of the evening.

My regret isn't that I had to sit next to Flakey, it's that I didn't get the chance to refer him to my favorite pedicurist in stg.


Sunday, July 18, 2010


This weekend Iks and I went to Park City for some Ben Folds and the Utah Symphony.
If you were wondering it was amazing!
We went up early in the day so we could just shoot the breeze in PC.

We ate some really good pizza. I realized it's going to be really hard to find the best pizza. This pizza could be a contender though. Then we walked through this art gallery where a lady with a fancy- off - of -the- shoulder- top and sweatpants tried to sell us a $3000 photograph I guess we looked richy rich. After we concluded that neither one of our bank accounts would allow such a purchase we walked down the street a little further until we found a tacky gift shop.
Immediately the universe drew us to a rack of women's pajamas with cartoon moose on them.
"Don't moose with me!" Iker read aloud.
Next came, "I moose have a hug."
And the classic "I don't do mornings." Though this one did not use a noun improperly it did have a classy image of a moose in pajamas.
Surprisingly, my regret is not that I did not buy the moose pajamas.
No, no.
After we exhausted all of our moose jokes we came upon some geodes...
these geodes were special.
They had little gold miners and animals glued on to them.
They were so realistic you could even see the glue still.
My heart skipped a beat when I saw a pink geode with two kittens fighting over a little crystal ball.
Before I knew it my inner kittens inspired by kittens broke out "We are fighting over crystal."
After a few more jokes that included a bass and other controversial animals we left the gift shop.
My regret didn't come until halfway through the concert.
Only in PC can you find such fine souvenirs.
I'll never let an opportunity like that pass me by again.

P.s. I find that midwesterners often have a hard time differentiating between a moose and a buffalo. ily.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

20 for 20

Last year on my 20th birthday I made a list of 20 wishes I had for the next year.
Here is my list in no particular order.
1) Sew a dress in it's entirety by my lonesome. Check
2) Become a BYU Cougar. Check
3) Feel comfortable in my own skin. Mostly check
4) Receive a bouquet of Peonies (even if I have to buy them for myself).
5) Laugh so hard I cry. Check x 10,000
6) Meet a new person each day. Mostly check
7) Enjoy a Friday at home. Check
8) Wake up to snow. Check
9) Buy a Diana.
10) Take Zumba. Check
11) Experience Spring in the Provo Canyon. Check
12) Find something so wonderful I can't live without it. Check
13) Always be true. Mostly check
14) Eat the best Pizza ever.
15) Live more creatively. Check
16) Help someone who can't help them self. Check
17) Survive a Provo winter. Check
18) Go on an impromptu trip. Check
19) Share the gospel with someone. Check
20) Make it to my 21st birthday a much happier person. Almost Check

If my calculations are correct that's 3 left and 2 months to go.


Monday, July 12, 2010


(The cutest pie. Even with a messy face)

I had a good weekend.
Did you?
I hope so.
Mine was full of:
Wiggle Cars.
Mexican Trains, or Chicken Foot:)
Side walk chalk.
Eating cantaloupe out of the same bowl as 3 of my favorite people.
Jeems. such a pleasant surprise.
Watching water handstand instruction. yes , there is a story behind this.
Eating way too much salsa.
Laughter turned into snorting. you know who you are.
Phase 10.
Threats. a result from playing Phase 10.
Hiking at the hottest part of the day. best idea ever!
A beautiful Italian Sunday meal.
What seemed like a very short ride back to Provo.

Here's to a great week!

Friday, July 9, 2010

Musings on Driver's Licenses and Wiggle Cars

Something catastrophic happened a couple of weeks ago.
I got a small letter from the Department of Public Safety.
A reminder that I need to renew my license soon.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. This can't be right. I'm not that old. Not yet."
I checked my license.
Sure enough it confirmed that I am indeed that old.

I remember being 15 years-old and feeling like my 16th birthday was centuries away.
And then it came and I thought "No. I'm not that old."
My license confirmed that I was certainly that old.

This morning Fia tapped on my shoulder while I checked my email.
"Mina, bike?"
We put on our shoes and went outside to ride the wiggle car.
Before she would sit on the wiggle car she insisted that I sit down first and then she sat down.
The two of us wiggle car-ed around my parents front yard.
Half-way around the yard I realized my neighbors across the street were watching as well as some workers next door.
According to Fia I'm not too old to ride a wiggle car.
Though I'm sure the neighbors and workers thought otherwise.
Happy Weekend!


Thursday, July 8, 2010


Last week I was in Banana Republic with my Mom.
While my mom was in the dressing room I heard this convo:

Harried Costumer: I need shorts. Not too short but not too long. With like, a trouser look.
Salesgirl: (to harried costumer) Um, yeah. I don't think you'll be able to find anything like that here. You should try...Old Navy.

They briefly abandon the debacle of the not-too-short-not-too-long-trouser-short as a
mother- to- be fingers a set of brassy bracelets.

Harried Costumer: (to mother-to-be) When are you due?
Mother-to-be: Two months.
Salesgirl: No way!
Mother-to-be: (laughs casually, probably because she expected something other than what the salesgirl said next to come out of her mouth)
Salesgirl: You look like you're about to pop! I mean you're HUGE!

Awkward silence.

Harried Costumer: I already tried Old Navy they didn't have anything.

The two things I learned from this experience.
1) You can't find anything in Banana Republic if you ask a salesperson.
2) If you're pregnant you better avoid the place like the plague.


Monday, July 5, 2010

RIP Langston

Today is a sad day indeed.
My fish baby has gone to meet his fishy maker.
I'm confident he went to fish heaven.
He was a good fish.
Except that time when he swore at me.
But other than that...he was le mieux.

Se reposer dans la paix, Langston.