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Friday, May 15, 2015

Da Roof!

It's Friday in the Office, that means work becomes casual.
Paul and Johnathan Ordered a box of 20 mini basketballs, and they came in the mail today. Enough said.

It's after 4 now, and that means James is doing "Music Request Fridays" we can e-mail requests and he pumps up the tunes and everyone unwinds.

None of the songs being requested, what we all desire in our heart-of-hearts, are nothing you could find on the radio. Another reason the world is corrupt and we are being forced to listen to likely what the government wants. . SIDE NOTE!!!


Anywho,

I am smitten with the downtown, with my old historic building I work in, with the homeless bums, with how green the city seems. The entire thing is so great.
Today I made it to the roof of our beloved building.
I followed building man Andy along with our CEO and he filled us full of horror stories of the building as he lead us to the roof.

(Experticity is shooting a commercial next week, and so we had to scout out a location)

Turns out the roof is one of the worst spots in all of Salt Lake, and maybe all of Utah, the worst.
As we stepped out of a little half door we were blinded by the white tarp that covered the entire thing.
My eyes will never be the same, tears, real tears were streaming down all of our faces.
It felt as though we had stepped onto another planet, a planet made of light. I feel like now I know what it is like to walk on the sun. The most miserable feeling in the world. There was no way to escape it. And because of the way the building is built there is no way to approach the edge and peer over, terrible.


Ah, even looking at that picture still makes my eyes sore.



But it made for a perfect Friday, to share a good cry with the CEO and Andy. Also I found out Andy (the building guy) is expecting a baby (Well, his wife) he was so excited to share the information with me, and I was so happy for that weird guy, he is a favorite.

Happy Friday, I hope your weekend kickoff is half as good as mine.

Tuesday, May 12, 2015

Where do you go my Lovely?

You talk like Marlene Dietrich
And you dance like Zizi Jeanmaire
Your clothes are all made by Balmain
And there's diamonds and pearls in your hair, yes there are.

You live in a fancy apartment
Off the Boulevard of St. Michel
Where you keep your Rolling Stones records
And a friend of Sacha Distel, yes you do.

You go to the embassy parties
Where you talk in Russian and Greek
And the young men who move in your circles
They hang on every word you speak, yes they do.

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes i do.

I've seen all your qualifications
You got from the Sorbonne
And the painting you stole from Picasso
Your loveliness goes on and on, yes it does.

When you go on your summer vacation
You go to Juan-les-Pines
With your carefully designed topless swimsuit
You get an even suntan, on your back and on your legs.

And when the snow falls you're found in St. Moritz
With the others of the jet-set
And you sip your Napoleon Brandy
But you never get your lips wet, no you don't.

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
would you Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes I do.

You're in between 20 and 30
A very desirable age
Your body is firm and inviting
But you live on a glittering stage, yes you do, yes you do.

Your name is heard in high places
You know the Aga Khan
He sent you a racehorse for Christmas
And you keep it just for fun, for a laugh ha-ha-ha

They say that when you get married
It'll be to a millionaire
But they don't realize where you came from
And I wonder if they really care, or give a damn

But where do you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
Tell me the thoughts that surround you
I want to look inside your head, yes i do.

I remember the back streets of Naples
Two children begging in rags
Both touched with a burning ambition
To shake off their lowly-borne tags, they try

So look into my face Marie-Claire
And remember just who you are
Then go and forget me forever
But I know you still bear
the scar, deep inside, yes you do

I know where you go to my lovely
When you're alone in your bed
I know the thoughts that surround you
'Cause I can look inside your head.




I can't handle a world without music. 
This song, in a weird way describes my week perfectly, in slow-motion and golden light.  Give it a listen. 

Dolly Loves You.




Tennessee was nothing like I was expecting it. 
Just about everything  that happened last weekend was not like how I thought it would go. 

My second flight from Denver to Knoxville I sat in a seat next to a rugged man who was traveling with his service raccoon (His cat). 
He talked to me real close and over the corse of our three hour flight, we lifted up the arm rest so I could see his pictures better, and nuzzle right into his arm, we ended up falling asleep cuddling and as I woke up his happy face was right there as he grabbed my arm and he said “Welcome to Knoxville” is was maybe the most romantic flight of my life. 
As we got off the flight he wanted to meet my sister (Whitney was sitting at the front of the plane) we slapped a Dolly hat on him, took a picture and he was gone forever. 
This beautiful man, who smelled of alcohol and adventure. 





After that is was the little Standifird home, the happiest place on earth, where the kitchen table isn’t big enough so we sit on the floor or on Grandpa’s old couch. 
The boys are the happiest little things. 
The little squishy larva with his soft spot is as pleasant as a tulip, and Lucas with his fear of Freeways and calling his mom “Ashley” was so hilarious. 
There is a lot of love being moved around that house. 
Tyler sitting with Bekum with the fridge wide open as they taste everything in the fridge, letting all the cold air out. 
Ashley just gracefully runs the house singing Daniel the Lion songs and making everyone happy, she is completely lovely. 








Pidgen Forge is a joke of a town, JOKE!
In a mile stretch of road there was maybe 20 go cart tracks, along with mini golf, and just trashy random places.
People refer to it as a “white trash disney land” and I feel it’s more of a blown up trafalga made out of play dough, with a Las Vegas vibe. 

The Parade was silent, no candy was thrown, and it was crapy float after crapy float mixed with baton twirlers. 
The Highlight was Dolly, she sat atop a massive cake, waving and smiling, and I couldn’t help but get all choked up with excitement for Whitney. 

What a classy beautiful moment. 






DollyWood was wonderful, picture Frontier Land at Lagoon, made into an entire park with neon butterflies and scriptures written on plaques. 
It was great to be there with the cousins, brought back a ton of amazing Lagoon Memories. 



There is just moments where you stop and think “This is the country I live in??”
Such a redneck heaven, tucked away in plush green trees of the smokey mountains, there is no other place like it. 



Thursday, May 7, 2015

Young and Wild and Free.


A co-worker invited me to his house for a party. Normally I would not hang out with a guy like him, he is reserved, kinda backwards. 
But what the hell? I went and little did I know, it was a dinner party, and there was a place set at this long table in the middle of new faces just for me. 
The house was in a posh little nook of Slat Lake, with brick with warm dark wood.
They had dates wrapped in bacon and this massive pan of sea food and rice. (It had a name, I forgot it), cheeses and meats. The guests brought home brewed beer and sangria. 
It was so lovely, I felt like I was in a B list movie that was filmed in Ireland.
Everyone off their phone and away from the rain, letting the day slip into night. 

I love being in a room with people I don’t know. (I barley even know my co-worker) I love to ask people questions and let them talk. And then choose what information to tell about myself. 
The conversation was impactful and open and stupid all at the same time. 
And after the food was gone and the beer ran dry, about three hours later we all grabbed our jackets and headed out into the rain to go our separate ways. 
I don’t know if I will ever run into any of those people again, and I don’t really care if I do or don't, it was just simple and perfect space to connect with other humans. 

Wednesday, May 6, 2015

Tour De Taco

In honor of Cinco De Mayo 
A group of us took an hour siesta and rode bikes to the Sears taco stands. 

It was great to see a fleet of my little Experts on bikes, bombard the taco stands, lines around the corner!

Our CEO is in the Sombrero, I just love him.

Drew ripped his pants, from a little under his knee to his belt. 
Classic Drew. 






Tuesday, April 28, 2015

BEES?!

Drew's parents have a deep ravine in their backyard, it is overgrown with wild trees and poison ivy, it has a fallen retaining wall and a little river runs through it. 
It's so charming, and no one goes down there, no one. 
So I asked the Van Dykes if I could put bees down there. 

Scott (Drew's Dad) was worried sick about how I would get down the hill side. 
It's fine! I grew up climbing down a gully everyday of my life, it's fine!

But no, Crazy Old man Van Dyke got antsy and started to build a grand staircase. 
Wrapping down the hill through the poison ivy. 
Drew and I ran up to help him, we didn't have a choice he was making it with or without us. 
36 steps down to the river. 

I love this picture, he was just sitting there trying to figure out what to do. 





After the stairs were done Drew and I planted flowers for the bees along the hill side. 
And cut down over 10 trees to give the bees more sunlight. 
The river that was once overgrown started to look magic. 


We all got poison ivy. 
I got a little on my wrist, and a little on my leg. 
Scott and Drew had to go to the doctor, it spread all over their bodies, blistering and oozing. 
And when I say all over, I mean all over. I don't know why it spread like that thriving in warm places, very special places on their body. 
It was so funny sad. 
So they got out their rage with a gallon on RAID









I was so surprised. Beyond surprised that when I picked up my bees at the post office they just went in the back and grabbed them like it was no different then picking up a letter from grandma.
I thought I would have had to pull my car around back or something. 

This picture makes me so happy. 12,000 bees, no big deal. 


I drove them up to the hive, turned on a little Patsy Cline for them to listen to. 

Drew had to be at work so I met Scott at the house. 
He was excited as a little girl to be able to help. 



It was so exciting to see them after all that time preparing for them, and the years of wanting them.
They really are the most adorable creatures I've ever seen.  

Sadly the Queen was dead. And yes, that's kinda is a big deal. 
So I'm having one overnighted. 



I have never felt more cool. Never. 


Saturday, April 25, 2015

1976

It was kinda on a whim, kinda premeditated but I bought a Motorcycle.
A little 1976 Honda trail 90.

When I lived in Provo I was in love with Joe, he was the funniest guy I had ever encountered, he could sing, he wore crazy clothes, he had long flowing hair and he could D.A.N.C.E

We always hung out in a group, a large group of dancing fools.


Hindsight it was the coolest Ive ever been, cool being defined as a highschooler would. We were very exclusive, we all wore cool clothes and made crazy music, and danced and danced.
And Joe, Joe had a Trail 90, it was a bike that fit his charitor and coolness in every way.

One night, one very special night, I was on main street, it was late and the there was a group of us outside DEMI a Japanese Restaurant, we were deciding where to go, piling into cars, everyone had filled the cars and me and Baby-face-Chris were left. The only other ride was on the back of Joe's bike.
So we both hopped on, with three people on the bike we were smashed together, me in the middle of the beautiful boy sandwich, joe's hair was flowing in the wind and smelled of freedom. The air smelled like the night air always does in the summer time in Provo, and Joe was singing. I felt like we were riding off into the eternities, no helmets, no worries, like the street lights and stars froze the time. Because of that night I am a day younger.


So, maybe that is why I like Trail 90s, maybe not.


But anywho I bought one.

The battery was missing, the wiring was all wrong, the carburetor needed to be cleaned, and I was able to figure out through youtube what I needed to do.
It has been fun to sit on the ground and get my fingers dirty and fix it.

I had some help with the battery and wiring, but I took apart a carburetor and put it all back together, all by my girly-self while listening to the black keys. I felt almost as cool as Joe Castor.

I'm excited to drive it around this salty city.






Tuesday, April 21, 2015

Smack in the mouth. .

Took Andie to Coachman's.
She was thrilled they put peas on her salad. Loved it, and snapchatted all her food.



Wednesday, April 15, 2015

Snow- Motion.

On the way home from DI



I tried using 'Slow Motion' by Juvenile, but it was too trashy.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

"A comedian does funny things. A good comedian does things funny."

I am getting lazy about blogging, part of me wants to quit Instagram because I post a picture and then feel like the event is documented. But I like a story, I’ve always loved to tell stories and hear them so I’d rather read an interesting blog any day then look at pictures and sift through hashtags. So please allow me to re-cap stories I have already told and already forgot all the details in order to feel like I’m keeping up my blog. 

Friday night I went to the Organ Loft, a theater build for silent movies, the organ player was the center of attention while the guts of the organ ran through out the entire place, hitting you from every angle with music. 
The screen was right above him and they played two Buster Keaton films.  To step back in time and watch these films that are over 100 years old was brilliantly beautiful. I’ve decided that when I have my 9 children they will be raised on Buster Keaton, (Don’t babies love black and white images?) There was a beautiful glow of simplicity, impressed with what little resources they had and still delivered something that was captivating. Maybe it was just the theater that make the entire thing charming. The Organist has no music, he would just watch the film himself and play along. 


Saturday, I went to the tulip festival, it was lovely. Mother Nature is wonderful. Mother nature being manipulated by millions of dollars is cool too. 
The weather was nice, the air smelled so sweet. 



Sunday Mike Doge cooked for the family, Whitney says cooking is his love language, I need a man whose love language is providing me delicious meat, that’s all I need. Whitney is so lucky.
He brought the dog, that big slobbery mess. 160 pounds and he is still more timid then our cat. Then boys and I hung out with Dad watching a Frank Sinatra documentary on HBO, if you get the change to see it take it. Rat Pack in all their glory, Frank and Elvis singing together, racist jokes towards Sammy Davis Jr, JFK, the mafia- proper music education. 

Tuesday, April 7, 2015

Conference

Get outa here!!!
I live a block away from the square, a block and I love every second of it, I see the temple and crazy Mormons every day. When Conference time rolls around the parking is madness, the people are crazy and it is so fun to be so close to it, watching everyone travel to my backyard. 
Scouring Instagram to find my hashtag post conference, I just am so happy people are down there taking and posting pictures in the same spot. We all just love that historic Salt Lake Temple, and the idea of people venturing in to Conference and seeing it for the first time. It really is quite grand, and I'm positive I take it for granted.

So first a fleet of pictures taking at the temple either on Saturday or sunday-
Don't know why I love to browse through them, I just like to see people happy to be at conference and proud enough to post pictures. 





And then a few of my favorites. . . .


This one is gold, terrible picture quality, sleepy faces. You can tell he is their favorite. . . 

This kid. . . 

The giant sucker, the naked child, the bed head happy face. . . 

This one cracked me up, so funny. . 

Grandma. .. 




Daaannnng. . . ANDIE!! are you seeing this guy. HELLO! Drove 700 miles! What a salward saint!

Picking out people in the choir, oh man, so funny. . . 

Love this. 


Knee in his gut, everyone's hair is a mess, blankets galore. . . . 


I wonder how long they stayed like that, makes me want a house full of boys. . . . . 


Beach Dad. . . 

Look at that set up! Bless their hearts, I love em. . . 


Look at those excited faces about being in the choir, they are always so serious on screen, I like the thought of them goofing off. . .
I bet they are the catty-est best-est friends. . 
(And then there is Paul)

Only for conference would a room look like this. . . 

Love this one, I love frumpy Mom in the background, I love the good looking guys cuddled up together. . . 


Those legs. . . 





And then there is this creepy guy. . . 


So great. . I love/hate the cyber world. But it is so fun to feel united.