Angels Landing, Zion National Park

Almost forgot to talk bout my big hike this week!

On the 11th, I, in a group of eight people, hiked Angels Landing in Zion National Park.

I believe this was my first time ever to Zion, and I can't say I'll forget it anytime soon.

The beauty of that place was too much to comprehend.

Everything was just so massive and unique, I loved it.

So if you've never been there, let me know, I'd love to go again. :]

And, suprise suprise- I'm too lazy to post the pictures.

So I'll post the links to the albums of them on my facebook to look at them there.

Please do, they're so beautiful.

Link one: http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=78742&id=520783047

Link two: http://www.facebook.com/home.php#/album.php?aid=78746&id=520783047

Here's the group I went with. Spencer Blake, my favorite teacher in the world, invited me to come along with everyone. From left to right, it goes me, my best friend Jared, Richard, Blake and his two daughters, Brittani in front, and CoCo. (The two girls with him are his daughter and a foreign exchange student from Brazil that's been with him for a long time.) I couldn't have asked for a better group. It was so much fun.

Here's Jared and I at the top of Angels Landing. I liked going down so much moer than up... Thumper hated going up.. SO worth it though. :]

My Mother's Daughter

So I still don't have any pictures of the apartment to post.
Perhaps I will later today, because for once, it's presentable.

(Other than my room... that's a whole other story. Let's just say there was a LOT more floor space in the room I had at my parents' for all of my clothing. In this NEW room, my clothes swallow everything. I hate it. I go through too many outfits in a day to bother putting every piece of it away as I go... because I'm lazy. Hopefully I'll learn.)

But as for the rest of the apartment goes- i.e. the living room, kitchen, and bathroom- it's squeaky clean.
Chris, my roommate's boyfriend, left Tuesday morning for the army. He'll be in Fort Bedding, Georgia for the next 14 weeks. Obviously, Jes is having a hard time right now, being the very beginning. He had the last two weeks before he left off, so they spent every minute they could together before D-Day. This made things harder Tuesday when he left, going cold turkey.
In attempt to distract and cheer Jes up yesterday, we made plans to take Ollie to the dog park and goof off before I went to work. We had to stop by home first to get him some food, and we didn't leave. Jes just went to her room and shut her door and didn't come out.
I didn't blame her. I know if Denver took of for 14 weeks I'd be a mess as well.

I'm not the best with words in instances like these. I'm fairly sure I come off being arrogant or rude when I vocally try to help in these situations.

So I looked around and deecided the apartment was a MESS. I tried to do yoga that morning and ended up with all sorts of things all shapes and sizes stuck to me, the carpet needed vacuuming so bad.
So I got to work.
I vacuumed everything I could, including the balcony. (after having to sweep up everything the dog had torn apart out there. That balcony was a joke!) I lint rolled the couches getting all the dog hair and everything else off of them. Shook the blankets clean. Dusted everything from the coffee table, to the tv stand, to each little decoration around the place. I organized everything and then moved onto the awful kitchen.
The stove was gross- I cleaned it down to taking the circle things off to scrub them. I windexed the stove, microwave, and dishwasher. Cleaned every dish in the place (we have A LOT of dishes. It helps, cuz then we don't havr to wash them very often..). Swept the floor in there and the bathroom, and then got on my hands and knees to scrub the floor clean. We don't have a mop, so this was the first this had happened.. This is where the "mother's daughter" comes in, because I felt and overwhelming pride and gratefullness for the example my mother had given me. When she would get down on her hands and knees to clean every spot, I'd never realized how much love and devotion went into it. It's a simple act that can be seen only for what it is,
but one must truely care about the people around them to put that much effort into it.

I beleive a clean living environment makes for a much happier environment.
Which is why I did it.
I know when I'm down and my living place is a mess, it makes me feel so much worse.
It makes me feel claustrophobic. My home that's supposed to bring serenity is only another trap when you can't freely walk without stepping on something.

I was so proud of the place when I finished.
And strongly hope I'll do better to maintain that level of serenity it brings.

I wrote Jes a heartfelt note before I left, reminding her that I love her, and will be here anytime she needs, bla bla bla. I'm much better with the written word.

She was extremely thankful.

Not so sure if I've ever been as proud to call myself my mother's daughter.

Thank you, so much Mom, for the amazing home you raised me in.




On a side note, I found out yesterday that Jordan, my favorite coworker at Massage Envy, just got a job at a college nearby his house. I'm so excited for him. He's had a crazy year up till now and deserves a more rewarding job. I hope this one does the trick he's needing. Next Wednesday will be my last shift with him. I strongly hope we can remain friends after he's gone. I'll surely miss his company.

Until next time.

Greenthumbed barista?

It came to me yesterday after purchasing a few plants to make home feel more homely,

I love the greenhouse atmosphere. Different plants and scents and colors every which way.

Then after sitting at Sunset Coffee today chatting with the roomie, I decided I very much so miss that atmosphere.

Than it came to me- Greenhouse/Coffee shop...

It would take a lot of botony and business classes..

But I'm thinking it would be a blast to open my own nursery with a small coffee bar inside.

Best of both worlds...

It's an idea that I outgrow in a week, but I'm having fun with it for now.

Let's just see if a can keep the 4 plants I have right now alive...

catchin up.

Hello all.
So my promise to get better at this blogging deal has been an utter failure.
Jordan seconds this statement, as he's looking over my shoulder telling me what to write and critisizing me for doing this at work...
Jordan's awsome- a coworker of mine. We write stories together at work that frustrate him because I have a hard time writing on the spot... Doesn't help he comes up with things 10 times more creative than I ever could.
ANYWAYS.
This is not about Jordan.
Let's get caught up in the land of Carrie.

I'm moved out.
Pretty monumental and not even blogged about yet, sheesh.
I have been for just over a month now.
I'm living in a 2 bedroom apartment with my friend Jes Wilson.
We've been good friends since our sophomore year and always talked about the day we'd live together, but I don't think either of us ever truely expected it to happen.
We're not the same people we were then, but we still get along great and I am lovinf the situation thus far.
A few weeks after getting into the apartment (in Midvale) my brother, Bobby, had asked me if I could temporarily adopt his Boston Terrior, Titch.
Both Jes and I LOVED having the silly mutt running around the place. We work opposite schedules (she opens at Sunset Coffee Mon-Fri at 4 a.m. and I close at Massage Envy starting at 3 p.m.) so the extra company was fantastic.
About two weeks into the adoption, we returned Titch to Bobby (neither of them could have been happier) and Jes was so upset she went to the Humaine Society that day to bring home a new friend.
She left vowing that no matter how cute the scoundral was, he had to be potty trained. She ended up bringing home an un-potty trained 1 year old who like to pee on our furniture, including both couches, and of course, by beloved bed.
The pup's wearing on our nerves, but he has one unique personality (luckily for him) so I guess he an stay a bit longer.
Other than that, I'm obviously still at Massage Envy. We've been busting out the sales the last few months, which rocks because of the deal my boss has been doing. Every month he gives us a goal (number of memberships to sale) and if we reach that goal, the commission we get for each sale is doubled. We've hit it the last 2 months, which is impressive because April is one of our slowest months of the year and we sold more than we have any other month in at least the last two years. I'm not hating that.
School is almost, also am not hating that. I need a break, for sure. I strugglin to keep my head above water finding motivation to be rare to come across. I plan on speaking to a counselor soon to figure what all esle I need to get my associates. I should be pretty darn close. I'm praying that maybe seeing a light at the end of the tunnel will keep me going.
I sure wish I could figure out what it is I want to do with my life. Any suggestions?
Yogi? Dr? Massage therapist? Forest Ranger? I have NOOOO idea. It's killing me. I suppose I don't need to know yet. I'm just not a patient individual.
I just hate not having an idea. All I know I want to do is be a mother. I wish it were possible to be just that. In my generation, that's somehow considered laziness... I hate that. Being able to raise a family right is just as important a skill set as being a doctor or biochemist. It should have the same level of prestige. But it doesn't, and in these days, few families can afford such a luxury.
We'll see what happens. I'm just going to live each day as it comes.
Time to finish up at work.
Sorry that is all for now.
I'll post pictures of the place and of the mutt as soon as I remember to take them.
After cleaning my joke of a room...

Goodnight ladies and gents.
Hope all is well.