Movin on 'Up'

Put me in a dressing room with a few high-heeled ladies' legs (of the mannequin variety, fishnets included), and expect me to take pictures. Promptly following my arrival at Montgomery International, Mom and I headed over to Victoria's Secret to stock up on semi-annual sale bras. As is custom, we shacked up in the same dressing room (to shave time off of the "Hey, I'm ready to show you mine, are you ready to show me yours?" wait, of course), which usually means we get the handicapped room. And, just so everyone is aware, I will no longer be mistaken for a sixteen-year-old because (drumroll please) from that lovely Friday on I have been the satisfied owner of not one but two push up bras. I had to dig a bit to find a good selection in my size (do you know how dispiriting it is to pilfer through those pink-labeled bins, find a cute bra, and realize that it's really a 32 B that has "Geronimo'd" over from the neighboring container? To well-endowed women everywhere, save a small-chested girl some distress next time and be sure to keep your big cups in their designated space, por favor.), but to be able to pass for an 'almost B,' I'd say it was worth it.


After the mother-daughter weekend was up, Daddy and I took a trip to Tuscaloosa to pick up some things my friends were storing. I'm usually one to be swooed by emotions - nostalgia in particular; my inabilities in decisiveness often leave me with the "grass is greener" symptoms of decision remorse. But even as Dad and I stroll about the [beautiful!] campus afront Denny Chimes, and even as I acrobat around in front of Bryant-Denny stadium, I'm once again reassured that I made the right decision. I'm so grateful my friends encouraged me to follow the Spirit, and to trust what just felt right. Brigham Young University has been the perfect soil for me to blossom and grow.

After we had loaded up the car and eaten lunch at Desperado's (my old summer job!), we hit up Durbin Farms, a good reminder that the South is the only place mouthwatering peaches are grown, and the only place dressing your male children in petticoat-esque attire is a sign of affluence.


And yes, they do always look this bored around me :)
My favorite parts of the trip home, however, were just the funny little things that happened as I spent time with the fam. Upon receiving the chopsticks I brought back as souveneirs from Japan, my little cousins Jesse and Jack whispered, "Mom, these have lead in them." How does one become that cautious by ten??? Apparently not from observing my Uncle Steve, as he proceeded to pick pistacios out of a bowl with the newly-acquired utensil.


Ha, another is when Dad and I went shooting, and he really wanted me to shoot this rifle he built. It was already far too heavy for my measly little arms to hold up, but then he excitedly ran for my camera. "You'll want a picture of this!" he called out. Hm...I really just wanted to put it down.
And...simply because it's not really in me to close with a cliche sentimental wrap-up (I suppose some are just better at crafting them than I am), I won't. So...thank you for tuning in, and I hope you stop by again soon to read about my fabulous life :)