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I did this to my nails last night.

I thought it was creative.

but I sent this pic to husband and he didn’t get it. I had to explain it to him. and then he gave me a, “yes I’m proud of you, babe, good job on your nails,” but he was laughing.
pff. I think he had his nail haterade this morning.
please say somebody gets this besides me.. (hint: look for the shape in the middle of my 3 nails that are touching. toooooo easy.)

anyway. maybe someone in cyber world will appreciate my nail artistry. feast your eyes:

ok, I know.. not actually THAT impressive, but at least it’s cute, right?
and when I make the “rock on” sign.. people will feel extra special and loved.
so.. BAM. a rockstar AND a lover.

eat your heart out, um.. (who’s a good iconic female rocker to reference? Joan Jett? Hayley Williams?) let’s just say eat your heart out, rockstars.

love love.

Sincerely,

Aubrey

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a mint green makeover

hi friends.

during my superfun period of unemployment.. I have been a little bored, in case you haven’t noticed by the increased amount of blogging. so I’ve taken to doing projects to feel like I am accomplishing something worthwhile.. mostly projects from Pinterest that I’ve wanted to do for quite a long time.

so I just thought I’d post and share a couple of the cool things I’ve done, since I know I’ve really enjoyed seeing what others have done as my inspiration.

the one I’m most excited about, I just finished today, which is my nightstand. I bought this ages ago from the D.I. for $5, intending to paint it.. but have never gotten around to it, due to being “too busy.”

it was a dark navy blue color, which is fine for some rooms, I guess.. but not for mine. it clashed with my color scheme.. and it just looked old and outdated. so I gave it a makeover.

here’s the before:

and the after:

I even mod podged lace onto the front of the drawer and spray painted over it to add a beautiful texture and some interesting detail. I LOVE that part.

and here’s a shot of it in its home, next to my bed. it’s good to have it back after a few days of having all my stuff on the floor while I worked on it.

the other project that I’m particularly excited about was taking my old wide leg trouser pants that I’ve had for years, and finally re-making them into skinnies. I decided it was high time, since I’m about to start a new job at which I’ll no longer be wearing scrubs.. and I need to update my business casual wardrobe, since it’s been awhile. but this kind of updating was for free.99!

I’m sorry I neglected to take before pictures of the pants..

I used this blog as my instruction set. (it’s seriously awesome.. there are some great clothing re-make ideas!)

but here’s a sewing close-up:

and.. sorry for the crappy cell phone aerial view.. I guess if I was a real blogger I would get a tripod and take real photos.. but it’s not your lucky day. also.. sorry for the black pants I had previously been wearing to sew in.. that are on the floor by my feet. sue me.
you get the idea anyway. I wish I’d taken before photos so you could see the difference, but I promise I cut out a LOT of fabric.. and solved the saggy butt problem they used to have. yeah for skinnies!

so all in all.. I’m feeling rather accomplished and proud of myself.

I might tackle a wedding-related project this coming week to occupy my time before July 30th.

okaybye!

sincerely,

Aubrey

“I’m a legend, they call me the cautionary whale.”

so it’s been a minute. again. I have just accepted the fact that it will be internet years between blog posts and moved on. I’m sure you’ve done the same.

today’s post was actually spurred by me looking through my phone and realizing I have about 30 photos of Texas life that I would like to post instead of writing a novel. mmmkay?

aight cool. blink a few times and get your eyes warmed up for this. here we go.

first: the capital of Texas and my favorite city thus far, Austin.

the old school drinking fountain on the grounds. and Lisa using it.
 the reason we came to Austin, to chill with Christina at a ginormous house with incredible grounds and eat J Dawgs and fail to bring swimsuits. and it so happened that Christina and I dressed alike. cut-offs and neon yellow are hot right now. plus she and I apparently live parallel lives. we’ll even both be in New Zealand in October, only missing each other by 2 days. you can’t make this stuff up. love this girl.
also in Austin we went to a cupcake van called “Hey Cupcake!” and loved it,
got shaved ice, shopped at an outdoor market randomly chillin on the street, saw the “Hi how are you?” frog from the movie “Whip It.” oh and I saw two guys from my mission who, independently of each other, came to this giant YSA activity that we were attending. and then we saw the most recent X-Men movie, which was wicked awesome, as expected.
my view from the backseat as we road-tripped:
and Lisa and yours truly at the gorgeous huge house. you can’t tell here, but our feet are in the pool.
ok. moving on from Austin. (I lingered there because it was my fave.)

we have.. Corpus Christi. actually technically not Corpus. more like Padre Island.. where we like to go chill at Whitecap Beach. and this is how happy it makes us:
and it also makes us relaxed:
 and we love our lives at the beach. especially when we eat at Padre Island Burger Company… where I had the best burger I’ve ever had in my life.. called “The Hangover.” go eat it.

and speaking of eating.. San Antonio has the most delicious food. apparently it’s the fattest city in the U.S. awesome. so we’re gonna talk about that for a second.
Exhibit A: Chuy’s (where Natalie INSISTED I go to try a Chuychanga with Boom Boom Sauce because she’s obsessed. turns out I hate Boom Boom Sauce cuz it’s almost straight cheese. however.. I  am absolutely in a relationship with their jalapeno ranch. ummmm wow. and know what else I am in love with? their tres leches. get in my belly.)
 Exhibit B: Panera Bread. which, I have to say, is my all-time fave restaurant, dating back to my Florida days. I always made my poor companions go there as much as possible on the mish. and when I say poor, I mean lucky. when will you come to Utah, Panera Bread? when? (anybody who says Paradise Bakery is the same is a BIG FAT LIAR.)
 Exhibit C: Mi Tierra (or, as I like to call it, the assault on the eyes.)
you see what I mean. it is apparently a very famous Mexican Restaurant, attracting even the likes of Bill Clinton when he shows his face in San Anton. I had mole poblano. (if I’m being honest, Red Iguana in SLC is better for mole poblano.)
however, the ribs my manager, Anne, got were heavenly. we even got a personal serenade from a mariachi duo on guitars. and we ate some treats from their panaderia (bakery for those less educated in espanish).
Exhibit D: Dick’s Last Resort (not exclusive to San Antonio, but still always good time.) I refuse to actually type out what it says on my hat in this photo, nor go into further detail about how I was pwned all night, because you can always trust Dick’s to be inappropriate. but let’s just say Lisa and I laughed our guts out.)
man. that photo was huge. I hope your computer didn’t get overwhelmed.
Exhibit E: Whataburger. but I have no photo. but oh man… that ish is DELISH. way better than In-n-Out. yeah I said it.

ok. let’s see. what else… oh,

the pool. I know I already discussed it, but here’s Lisa modeling our 6″ section of water that has become our favorite layout spot.. and lookin hot.

and maybe one of my favorite things so far about San Antonio is a little something called First Friday, which is where a couple of blocks get turned into an artsy street market and vendors set up booths for jewelry and art and henna and feather extensions and trinkets and art galleries open and food establishments fill up, and basically… it’s totally my scene. so here’s a little collage of this past weekend for you:
annnnnd the hyper photo sesh that happened when we got home. and we looked like hippies.
…..it’s probably only funny to me, but whatev.
and my bomb wicked sweet awesome earrings I got from my first First Friday (say that 5 times fast.) I’m in lurrrrve with them.

next up we have adventures at Del Sol. (some of us may or may not call it Del Hole from time to time. but that is uncomfirmed.)
these are a few of the UV lamps we stare into and use all the day long to show off our color-changing products that are probably burning our retinas or something. AND spreading joy and happiness and smiles.
and this is Lisa and Melissa.. like…. STOKED to be at work.

and then after we do that, we like to go down the street to hang with our homeboys at the Guinness World Records Museum and the Haunted Adventure and Tomb Rider 3D. actually… that only happened one time.
Tallest man in the world:
 Fattest man in the world:
and me being officially deemed as: SEXY. beetches.
…another HUGE photo. I know.

and. speaking of work. across the street from work is the Alamo. yes. so… there’s a plaza in front of it, right? and things happen there. like err-day. weird. things. and I’m not just saying that. they are legit weird.
FOR EXAMPLE:
one time… there was a random group of people. some were dressed as slaves with chains around their necks and/or inmates in orange jumpsuits. they were carrying a giant statue of a woman (maybe Mary?) with the Alamo coming out of her feet, like you would carry a coffin. except… she was upside down. and they hung an Alamo pinata in front of the Alamo.
 and then… a parade of dropped vehicles rolled by… on hydraulics. what?
but that is not all, my friends. oh no. as I left work I walked by the gazebo only to see these slaves and/or inmates standing on either side of this woman with Alamo feet SPINNING her head over heels… over and over again. observe:
 BUT… as if that wasn’t weird enough. there was a man standing up on the stone wall THROWING ROSE PETALS at the statue as they spun it.
AND!
there was a woman chanting/yodeling at the top of her lungs while a band accompanied her as the soundtrack for the occasion.
………………………………..
don’t pretend like you can top that for weirdness.
you can’t.
stuff like that happens everyday, kids.

anyway. wanna know what else was super duper fun? and that is serious. it was really super duper fun. Six Flags. we walked on EVERY ride and we loved our lives. perfect day.
except sometimes their coasters are only for skinny people, apparently. and they weed out the fatties with their skinny ace ramps that last for like 3 stories of a building.

wanna see some other beautiful San Antonio things?
of course you do.

The San Antonio LDS Temple:
sky.
yeah. I live across the street from the Tower of the Americas. and the Alamodome. what?
River Walk
sweet building

and finally… since my car is still rocking a cracked oil pan…..

my new ride:

peace, love, and green lamborghini grease to all of you, my friends.

oh. wait, wait, wait.

I have to not stop yet. because, despite how it may look in all of these awesome photos you just went through,

Texas sucks.

why?

because this was the LAMEST 4th of July of my life. not only did I work all day, but Texas is in the drought of the century and they decided to BAN ANY AND ALL FIREWORKS.
first time ever in my life that I’ve spent the 4th of July sitting in my apartment, watching a weird movie.

and I hated it.
but I still love America.
…..kthanks.

I’m havin a thought, here, Barbosa.

as I was browsing through a few articles on the internet and considering people in my head, as I often do, I had a thought process I would like to discuss.

firstly, the main idea is this:

When did snobbish “apathy” become the definition of “good taste?” Being above something popular just because it’s popular does not equal superiority.

I went through a phase in my life where I was all about the indie/scene image. This was mostly fed through my MySpace years. (Remember that time MySpace used to be cool and relevant? Yeah.. don’t look around like you don’t know what I’m talking about.) I feel like the popularity of the “emo” image, which has then fed into “indie” has turned young people everywhere into elitist monsters. Basically, the general attitude of,

“I like this obscure, little-known and/or retro music/clothing/shoes/person/food/animal/language/poetry/book/country/etc. because it IS obscure; and because the general population doesn’t appreciate/know about it, I am therefore superior,”

has overrun indie culture. This is all well and good if you’re genuinely interested in unique things and you really do like [insert obscure concept here]. I am all for pursuing your individuality through sincere interests and education and culture.

What bothers me, is the idea translating into the non-conformist holier-than-though attitude toward all things mainstream. Something being popular does not automatically make it beneath your notice. I have been guilty of this very attitude in the past, in particular toward music.

I think that what has happened because of the indie craze is that people have become SO caught up in individuality and originality that they lose themselves altogether in an image that doesn’t represent who they really are. They start thinking and speaking in ambiguous poetic terms to increase the appearance of depth… They spend hours on their outfit/hair to get the “I don’t care how I look and I want you to know that my retro Christmas sweater and greasy mustache make me awesome and above societal restrictions,” look down pat.

I like many an obscure band. I do. There is a lot of great undiscovered music out there to be enjoyed. But I also do not feel at all embarrassed to tell you that I could sing and dance to Nicki Minaj all day long. I don’t care what you think. I love her. Also, I sometimes wear clothing that matches and isn’t 35 years old. Sometimes I don’t.

But anyway, the reason I brought all this up… is not even directly related to indie-ism at all. I am annoyed because I was reading an article buzzing with commenters who are “too good” for Facebook. Let’s get real for a minute. If you are part of generation Y and you don’t live in the jungle of Africa, you have heard of Facebook. You may dislike it, but not having one does not make you superior to the rest of us ignorant conformists who have it. Your blatantly displayed “apathy” is getting on my nerves. You don’t like it? Don’t use it and shut up about it. The rest of us do.

Enough rambling. The takeaway message:

Be who you really are, like what you really like, and allow everyone else the same courtesy.

Rant end.

a Saint named George

well kids. I’ve spent a lot of time in St. George that past few weeks. and since I’m feeling show-and-telly.. I’ma post about it.

firstly, I went on a road trip with all guys.. yes. this was an adventure. nothin like a road trip with the guys to make you realize how much they see you as one of them. I went with some of my buddies from the mission.
here we have Hofe, Hall, and Cheney. woot!
what sexy beasts.
of course we took my car down.
and we had to drive clear in the crap out of the way into central Utah to pick up Hofer from Snow College in Ephraim (who goes there? it’s in the capital of nowhere) on the way down.. so we didn’t get there till the wee hours of the morning between Friday and Saturday. the reason for our journey was to visit this guy right here:
Gab Tremblay. on the right. not to be confused with Hofe, even though they are in a bromance with each other. I wish I could explain how funny these two are together. but I just can’t.
the weekend was jam-packed with shennanigans and fun. we went to bed at an indecent hour on Friday, as was expected.. slept in a bit on Saturday. Tremblay’s mom makes killer food; breakfast was amazing. then we promptly went skim boarding… after we went to Target to get me a swimsuit because I’m the genius who goes to St. George and forgets one.
let me just say that I can’t really skim board. I have to disclaim that. but I tried and I kind of did it. so we got crazy up in the red dirt that is Southern Utah, then we went to Tremblay’s pool.. I stayed in the hot tub and loved it. then we played ultimate frisbee for… ever. I love that game but I was way over it by the time that escapade finally ended.  then we hit up the Orange Peel, whose bubble tea has now become a St. George staple for me. yuss.
then Hofe, Chino, and I went back to clean up. Tremblay went to play hockey because he’s got some strange secret energy source hidden inside of him. we went to dinner at the Pasta Factory (mmm.)
and then we met up with Tremblay and friends again.
bonfire in the giant red rocks? don’t mind if I do.
it burned with the heat of a thousand suns.
errbody retreated up the rocks and watched mesmerized like people tend to do when they see fire..
except the crazies who continually fed the monster with pallets.. like Kevin, here:
so this is what St. George kids do for fun.
and then we went back to the ginormous gorgeous house of a girl named Lindsey and watched “Taken” in her pimped theater. but not before we saw her hilarious giant toilet.
apparently her dad’s sense of humor is awesome.
Sunday came and we attended church and heard Tremblay give his homecoming talk. then we had delicious food at his Dad’s house and loved listen to all the French in that French Canadian house.
and then we hit the road again. they were.. less than helpful:

jerks.

and then we got home. and it was awesome.

flash forward to two weeks later…

here I am on my way to St. George… AGAIN!
with Sonya, who is looking particularly smokin’ in this picture.
and unfortunately… I forgot my camera AND my wall phone charger. I have almost no pictures of the trip. basically, it consisted of pool time (which I have clearly edited for your virgin eyes to avoid scarring and for my protection)
awesome people
so-o-o-o much laughing
dance parties
wicked awes knock knock jokes (i.e. me: knock knock! you: who’s there? me: eat mop! you: eat mop who? <– say that out loud. now. and laugh.)
food (and like 26 hundred people wanting different things and causing quite a ruckus)
shopping at TJ Max
Orange Peel bubble tea
basketball/volleyball/football
hiking up Snow Canyon to tell ghost stories on a giant rock
singing the opening song to the Lion King at the top of our lungs in the canyon in African. because we know African.
the most hilarious.. most RIDICULOUS sacrament meeting I have attended in a long long time
(I’m immature.)
spooning in a giant bed with Michelle and Angie for two consecutive nights
church socks with gym shorts:
and did I mention pool time?

good times, guys.
good times.

la ciudad del pecado

Vegas this weekend was awesome. but here’s the thing.. I only took like 12 pictures. because I’m dumb. and Cam and Bret were on it so I kind of slacked. but I started taking some on our last day when we visited M&M World and the Coke Store. plus a couple of phone pics throughout the weekend.

here’s how it went down:

obligatory road trip shot. soooooo muchhhhh drivingggggg.

stayed at some sweet Wyndham Condos just off the strip.
fellow wicked awesome travelers: Cambria, Beau, Tara, Bret, Elsie, John. I love all of these people. do I have a group shot?
you bet I don’t.
(and as you will note, Bret is not featured in photos in this post because all of our co-vanity took place on his camera.. he hasn’t shared. I am left desolate.)

activities included:
casinos

did I even gamble?
nope.

shopping – Utah needs an H&M. stat. this is an urgent matter of fashion. and let’s face it, they’d be huge here. you better believe we visited both H&M stores in Vegas. more than once.
Els and me at the Miracle Mile in Planet Hollywood.. if you look closely at the words behind us, it proves I’m right.

eating – ugh. so much eating. from Claim Jumper where I had a not-so-good jerk chicken sweet potato to  The Original Pancake House (mm coconut pancakes) to Dick’s Last Resort (FAVORITE. good food – I had the “Big Ass Burger.” funny service. hilarious band. hot men.. awesome free show. biggest regret: not getting pictures.) to the rundown casino breakfast that was next to the Super 8. I forgot what it was called. pretty standard food. also sodas from around the world at the Coke Store, followed by dessert and appetizers at the Rainforest Cafe. and IN-N-OUT in St. George on the way home at like midnight, of course. yummy burger. and add in our naughty vacation road trip treats (i.e. everyone ate my peach rings and Jr. Mints plus Cam’s like 5 pound bag of gummy bears because it’s tradition) and you have… DEATH BY GLUTTONY.

this frog will eat you now.

just chillin with my hot besties waiting for delicious pancakes and/or omelettes and/or crepes.


check out this awesome hair spotted at the run down casino on our last day. minus you can’t even tell how ridiculous it was from this photo. it was like.. a mohawk that got electrocuted in 1985 and then sprayed with an Aquanet shield that has lasted until this day.

dancing – our concierge, Freddy, “hooked us up” because apparently he’s the man to know in Vegas. but he apparently got fired from the club before for getting in trouble. good to know the Wyndham hires only top caliber cats. the first night he got us on the list to a club called Cat House at the Luxor. Saturday Els and I tried to go to Vanity at the Hard Rock Hotel cuz my mission friend Mr. Glauser happened to be there with another mission homie, Mr. Francis, but we decided we weren’t loving the $20 cover. then we accidentally enamored a couple of brothas named Rene and… Elsie I forgot the name of your guy. anyway, that was an adventure. they tried unsuccessfully to get us in to Vanity then led us to another club with Rock in the name. I can’t remember exactly what it was called. we danced ‘n stuff. they were hilarious.

shows – well, one show. The Phantom of the Opera. uh-maze-ing. probably my favorite part of the trip. it was so good it gave me the cry lump throughout the show. I’ve always wanted to see Phantom. we sat at the edge of the balcony. it was perfect. bucket list goal: completed.

swimming – in the 80 degree heated pool and hot tub.. open 24 hours, kids. I didn’t touch the pool. I went straight to the hot tub. because I like my water like I like my men… hot.

riding the coaster – a.k.a. the rollercoaster at New York New York. but my lingo is cooler because I’m so hip. that thing was way more intense than anticipated. so fun.

walking the strip – seeing various casinos and amazing sights.

Excalibur. and me with it (but mostly just me in the second one):

some fish from the Rainforest Cafe. Cam, Beau, John, and Tara went to the aquarium. I didn’t because I am a wuss. Els and Bret were too cool for fish.

special photo feature: M&M World and the Coke Store. why? because that’s when I actually started taking pictures with not a phone.








that coke bear bit my head right after the picture. luckily I survived.

but the REAL tragedy came when these beauties:

my 2 favorite colors.. a $10 bag of M&M’s.. got left behind in the Rainforest Cafe. I shed a tear for their loss. they were peanut.

I must have been having a rough day because I lost my phone that day too, in the bathroom. luckily someone was kind enough to turn it into the security desk after looking through all my text messages and pictures.. so we were reunited and my moments of anxiety were relieved. glad someone out there knows my life and still wants me to be able to function. thanks anonymous good samaritan.

we also did some visits while in the area.. I saw my darling friend Lori. for like 10 minutes. but they were a golden 10 minutes. I also got to visit my favorite senior couple from my mission, the Stephens. they live on the same street as the temple. totally gorgeous. it was so fabulous to see them. and then we visited Beau’s aunt and uncle. as a result of all our lolly-gagging, we got home at 3:30am. death.

but all in all.. a total blast.
not gonna lie, I wasn’t THAT sad to leave Vegas and its sin behind.. but I was very sad to end my vacay with my awesome friends.
I went from this:


to this:


do not be fooled. what looks like pissy air traffic control is actually pissy crisis line counseling.

okay so it’s really not that bad. but that was about how excited I felt to be back. and exhausted. because everything is open freakin 24 hours a day so sleeping doesn’t happen. sorry, body.

sooooooo looking forward to a month from now when I shall be taking in the sights of Frisco for my 25th birthday!! and I will probably leave my heart there too.

yay for vacays!