Hats

I like hats.

Looking at my hat collection, one would not think that I like hats because I only have a few in my collection: one snappy hounds-tooth fedora, an old olive green brimmed hat, Mickey Mouse ears, an SUU Events baseball cap from my term of employment with Athletics, and multiple winter hats.

I love films that take place in an era when wearing hats was something that everyone did. I was just in Cedar Valley Community Theatre's production of Hello, Dolly! and everyone wore a hat and it was fantastic.

My favorite hat to wear was a straw hat that I took on trek to Martin's Cove when I was 15-years-old. That hat remained with me for years until it met an unfortunate end when my dad took it river rafting with twelve-year-old Boy Scouts.

I seriously loved that hat! I took it hiking, wore it gardening and cutting the grass. It was the perfect hat to wear sunbathing. Here's a picture of me wearing that hat.

But I digress. The purpose of this post is not to talk about literal hats. No. It's to talk about all the hats I wear.

I have been very blessed to "wear" many hats.

Some of my hats have been:

Friend
Boy Scout
SUU Orientation Leader
Journalist/reporter
Newspaper editor
Photographer
Student
T-Bird
Elder
Creative director
Dancer
Actor
Singer
Music teacher
Wordsmith
Son
Grandson
Uncle
Blogger
Runner
Gardener
Therapist
Tour guide
Liaison
Cab driver
Bed and Breakfast manager
Southern Mother
Meal coordinator
Hiker
Golf cart driver

Just to name a few.

No, many of these things have not been paid positions, but I have learned and grown so much from being well-rounded and interested in a myriad of different things.

I like hats.

I like that I do a lot.

I'll wear more hats.

And it'll be okay.

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Update on #23b423: I've done a lot more things, but I have been a negligent blogger and haven't posted any updates. I'm sure I will soon.

How Lucky I Am

Well, I didn't perform as well as I would have liked this semester, but a lot has changed over the course of a few short months.
Through the changes, the ups and downs, one thing remains consistent: my awesome, wonderful, unconditionally-loving, supportive, hilarious, punny, quirky, sa-weet family. 

The whole gang at Nick and Kaylee's wedding. July 2012.

A Sunday

I wanted to do a status update with this, but then realized I think I have a lot to say. So, in a note it goes!

Today started off rough: I slept in. A lot. And I missed my 9 a.m. ward. I was excited to go to my own ward because it is the first Sunday in ages that I haven't worked and been stressed.

So I went to a different ward at 11 a.m. and sat with Ginny and Katy and heard from the music department chair in sacrament meeting.

Following church, I crashed on the couch then made a delicious salad for family dinner. Gail and her family came over as per usual and we had a lovely chat about every topic under the sun. I'm so grateful we are able to gather every week; it helps me remember how cool we are (but more importantly how much I love them).

Dinner finished up and I went outside with the kids: 11-year-old C and 3-almost-4-year-old J. It was a glorious evening! Upper 70's and hardly a breeze. Gail and Seth pack around three Razor scooters in their vehicle so we had fun riding those around the neighborhood.

Every time J's scooter fell, even if he didn't fall with it, he would say, "Good thing I have my helmet on!" I would chase them, they would chase me as I would jump in trees, climb walls and fences to avoid their clutches.

Then I would chase them. And I would catch them. Because I can.

Football Monkey-in-the-Middle was played and I gave Caroline throwing tips. Which is weird. Cause I don't do sports.

Cartwheels, headstands, handstands, and yoga poses were shared on the front lawn in our quiet neighborhood.

Bubbles were brought out and Momma Linda, Gail, and Seth attempted to blow bubbles with the uncooperative bubbles. Grey Cat joined us on the lawn and shared his shed hair with everyone, but we still like him.

Great-grandma and dad returned home from their journey to Salt Lake and joined the throng out front: some on chairs on the porch, some sprawled the grass, petting Grey Cat, some blowing bubbles, some bringing out too many toys to play with.

I thought we looked like a Norman Rockwell painting of stereotypical Americans enjoying family time in the front yard.

I had the blessing to not only spend time with my family, but great friends, too.

I had another dinner later night (I provided the salad and some asparagus) with Katy, Ginny, and Joe. It was a lovely spicy chicken alfredo and Asian chocolates for dessert.

The warm evening proved too difficult to not take advantage of, so we four plus Chaliece and Jessica went on an adventure hoping to play tennis. The courts were locked and the lights were off. Undeterred, we went to another court. It was also locked. So we ended up at the Cedar High tennis courts and attempted to play in the dark. It didn't work.

Not wanting to waste the lovely night, we went to the roof and watched the stars, sang songs with guitars, had a good ol' time talking. Katy and Joe told jokes. Or they were kissing. No one will ever really know for sure..

To top it off, we watched Baby Mama, one of my favorite movies of all time. Katy and Joe didn't enjoy it nearly as much as me, but I'm OK with that.

I'm grateful for the people in my life whether they be friends, family, acquaintances, or hey-sayers.Without them,
 my Sundays would be sad,
my Mondays would be mundane,
my Tuesdays would be terrible,
my Wednesdays would be woeful,
my Thursdays would be thorny,
my Fridays would be feudal,
and my Saturdays supine.

And that's the truth.