THIS IS THE PLACE. I'm not entirely on board with that.

My Thursday evening was spent surrounded by 4500 amazing people who feel the exact same way I do.
We all wore black, and we all layed on Salt Lake City concrete.
We all knew why we were there, and so did everyone else.

I'm not going to go into the subject because:
a) I'm sure you are all fully aware how I feel
b) I'm tired.

I'm so tired of hearing self-righteous comments, blind agreement and patronizing dialogue.  This past week has been increasingly difficult to picture my future life in Utah.  I'm more angry, hurt and bewildered than ever before with the people I'm surrounded by.

 James & Leah

 Me & Guy

On the opposite end of the emotional spectrum, I've never felt more proud of my family.
If these people who claim to be so centered on "family values" shared half the love, respect, support and happiness that my family did, they'd know they are wrong about so much.

I thank my parents for the incredible gift of being open minded enough to always see the bigger picture :)

$#!T on Wednesday: 40/52

This Wednesday was spent in SL with my favorite "city" peeps.
Me and B went to a couple thrifty stores and then joined everyone for dinner at the Wild Grape =  mmmmm :)

 Our Raspberry & Prickly Pear Mojitos

 James & Guy (the beard twins)

 James & Dave (tender)

 Dave & Becky (lol)

 Becky & Ern (lumberjack & lipstick)

Ern & Guy (um. what?)

$#!T on Wednesdays

So, in an effort to better update this blog, I've decided to attempt a series of blogs entitled, "Shit on Wednesday".
See, a bunch of us bffers get together on Wednesdays and do something.
Go to eat, chill out, play/watch softball. Whatever.  We just try to get together and have some fun in the middle of the week as a big happy dysfunctional family.  When I think about some of the stuff we've done, I realize that we're all pretty much badasses, and that the world should know of our badass endeavors.

I present to you the first installment! :)

$#!T on Wednesday: 39/52

We stayed at "home" this week and made pizzas on the grill.
(Idea thanks to the badass known as Erica)
This involves:
• Pizza dough from those containers that you twist open and pray to Jesus that nothing will impale you when they burst. And no matter how you prepare yourself, they still scare you.  Yeah. Those.
• Any toppings your little heart may desire.
• Olive Oil
• Grill

 First you stretch out the dough and brush one side with olive oil, then grill it on the oiled side for a couple minutes

Then you oil the other side, and put sauce and toppings on the grilled side, cook till done!

Pretty easy, as long as you don't drop them on the floor, which is what I did. To two of them.  Can I get a "holla" for the 5-second rule?

I took pictures of us eating our masterpieces, but, uh... we all look kinda creepy. All of us.  Go figure.