Monday, November 28, 2016

Chumsgiving

Drew and I threw a little dinner for our friends. I used the catering points I've gained at work and we had it all catered with beautiful salads to make things light after the heavy holiday.





Drew thought we needed a bird, so he got a little rotisserie chicken to feed all 22 of us. So funny.


We played 'Go around the table and say something that someone else should be thankful for" game,  go around the table and "give two words that describe your Grandpa on your Mom's side" game
and go around the table and "say one thing you are ungrateful for"

"Jon should be grateful that anyone will be his friend"

There was dancing and Maria smeared dip on her face. It was the greatest group of weirdos, at one point Alex, who knew maybe 5 people there blurted out "We are all so weird, I love it" So true, it was such a great group.


The Holidays have been kicked off with a bang, and then we woke up to snow this morning? Shoot. So great.

Monday, November 21, 2016

Gotta get back into this. . .

I keep looking to excuses to take a business trip out to our other offices, and as this e-mail came in today I was thinking this may be a good excuse-







Dear, Seattle employee
I'll book my fight tonight and have the light changed out for you tomorrow.
Sorry for the inconvenience.
-McKay

Preston said I should just send them a YouTube on "how to change a light bulb"

My job, I love it so much. It feels like everything has shifted though, the vibe here is so different without Drew, I miss him dearly. Now Roby is gone, annoying Cartegena will be gone soon and I will miss his annoying face so bad.
Change. I hate it, I hate it and it is the only thing I can really count on now days.


Sigh. .

I never Blogged about Saloon.

What is happening to me?
Or rather, what is happening to Blogger? why won't it let me post more pictures? I don't want a new blog, I just want this one. . .Maybe I can learn to blog without pictures.


So what have I been up to since Saloon??
Oh boy.

I went to Europe. . . That was mild fun. Then camping. (I blogged about elsewhere and dream about combining the two blogs)

Yoga. . I did 12 classes last week and I feel like a million bucks. It is turning me into a hippie, I can feel it. Co-worker Jessica was the driving force for all of it, and as I started to commit myself she warned me in her hippie voice that "A lot of emotions would start coming out"
Riiiiiiiiight Jess, thanks, yeah yeah, I got this.
Well, there were multiple times where I got real emotional on the mat.
In a dark room that is heated to almost 100 degrees, stretching and thinking about being my best self, thinking about the people in my life present and past and I would just feel emotion, I sweat unbelievably, I've never sweated like that before. We hold a lot of stress and tension in our bodies. So to really stretch and pay attention to your body is amazing. And as much as I hate it, I might be getting on the Yoga train. I'll be making instagram videos soon enough, watch out.


What else? I tried to make pretzel balls and failed, but I have a strong desire to try again.

Whitney had a birthday, we all went bowling, it was awesome.

Andie had a birthday, and the family and friends all went to pizza without me because I didn't get Andie's Facebook invite (millennials are the worst)

Sam is dating my eye-lash girl, he owes me big time for that set up.

My season tickets for Hale Center ended with Sister Act, it had Drew and I on our feet dancing. I'm sad the plays are over, and I'm not in love with next year's lineup so I didn't buy tickets again.

Drew is a crazy man, doing crazy things with his life, and I'm glad I still fit into it. He got me out of bed this week to run around the old LDS Business college at night with a giant Elephant head, there really is no other human I'd want to be with.

Trump won. I joined my fellow Americans in a 2 hour line at trolly square by myself, I ate Pizza with strangers, and felt great about not voting for either party. Then I was kinda horrified to find that Trump won, yet a weird sort of happy that Hilliary lost. Just solely because feminists make me crazy and I love to watch them cry. What? should I have not said that? Sorry, I'm ok with a woman President, but her? HER? what a horrible example of a lady. #I'mwithhim  #butihatehimThe next night I could hear a Laminite army outside my window as the angry protesters marched downtown salt lake. I was too lazy to get out of bed, so I told Andie to turn on the news and live text me what was going on. "peaceful protest". . . "Kicking cars". . . "Stoping trax" I thought about putting on pants and running down with my own sign (I hate missing a good party) that read "Hillary is disappointed in you, she isn't mad, she is just disappointed"

Other news. . . the entire Orton Family is just in a weird buzz about this baby that will be added to the mix. It is starting to become a reality, Whitney is in her third trimester and we looked it up, if she had the baby right now it would have a 95% chance it would live. That is nuts. It is almost done cooking. Mike prefers she leave it in, we think that is a good idea, two-ish more months.

To prepare for the baby they got a cat, Hank. They wanted to see if Dozer would kill Hank, and he hasn't, the two of them are getting along just fine. So they feel good about letting Dozer around the baby. This is what they do with their time, those Dodges are so nuts.

My Faron Grandma had a fall. She is in the Price Hospital.
I geared up to go see her, I went alone and stopped by the Diamond Fork hot springs, I was just going to do a quick soak and get back on the road, but I ended up meeting some people from Texas and chatting it up for quite a while. They may come stay with me next time they are in town.
I also had brought dry clothes yet forgot them in my car, so when I got out of the water I just put on my jeans over my wet suit and hiked out.
(If blogger would let me post pictures I'd post one now of me in wet pants with a big plastic gallon jug of water that I hiked in, and a red leather vest I got at DI)
It was late and I debated going to Grandma's but I went, she was happy to see me, even when I smelled like sulfur and had to sit on a towel to talk to her.
Her wish for Christmas is that she will get to be home, I hope that happens for her. I need to visit her more.


I'm going to Blog about Saloon next, it was a good year.
It's not like me to get so far behind. Or to go privet, I'm sorry, I guess I just needed Yoga to clear things. I'll do better, with my blog, and with my life.



Thursday, September 22, 2016

Denver


I stepped out of the car in Denver and after we paid for parking we turned around and saw this:


That may just look like a stupid car that some drunken mess has decorated, but to me it was so much more, you see: I currently have 800 balls coming in the mail to fill up my car, (That’s another story) So to see this car kinda blew my mind. What are the odds?? How is this? What in the? Who is the ??? And that was it, the kickoff to my grand adventure in a state that I had never been to. 

I’m traveling to Europe at the first of October and classic McKay style, I don’t have a passport, I just have booked all the flights and hostels and figure it will all come together. So now, with only two weeks until my trip I had to go to Denver to take advantage of their same-day passport service. And until I had the passport in hand I didn’t actually believe that this was even possible. 

Drew took a vacation in Denver less then a month ago, he made way too many friends so he was excited to tag along. We didn’t know where we where doing to stay until right before we took off.
So we pulled up to this magic car at about 3:00 and had just an evening to explore this crazy city. 

First thing first we stopped by a dispensary. When in Rome! We had a few co-workers who asked us to bring back some souvenirs. And while I’ve been turned off to the stuff it was so hilarious and fascinating to see the inner workings of it all. First an ID check before you go back into the room where everything is displayed in glass cases, and not just the plant, they have everything! Gummies, cookies, chocolate, capsules! And we asked way too many questions and felt like little kids. 
I got suckered into buying some lotion. I didn’t know this was a thing! You rub it in and your mussels relax and you feel tingly in the area. I have yet to open it up, but for my shoulder that loves to knot up I think this could be real enthralling. 

So we bought a 1/4 of this and 1/8 of that, they put it in these plastic tubes for you, (Much like the container you kept your POGS in as a kid) and we were off, the smell was so strong, it seeped through the plastic pog container, and then through the brown paper bag, and then the additional plastic bag. 

We went to the train station, to a street with lots of flags that Drew thought was cool, Drew pointed out the football stadium and an art museum, and as we crossed the street to the baseball stadium a man yelled out to us “Do you want free tickets to the game?” We questioned what he wanted in return and when we found out he was trying to get rid of tickets we were in. We walked right up to the massive stadium. It didn’t remember that we were carrying a massive bag of goodies until the guy at the metal dector asked “Do you have any guns, alcohol or drugs?” My heart started racing that is ALL we have, I had a small purse and my phone and a massive bag of drugs. 
He picked up the bag, “What is in here?”
Me and my Utah 
“Rasinettes” Drew says
‘We are going to get busted’ is all I can think.
“Ok, have fun at the game” 

And we were free to grab our stuff and go. How did that happen? It smelled so strong and no one has a half gallon bag of rasienettes!
We were laughing so hard as we found our seats. Then we stood for the national anthem, we took in the sun and the green field, then Drew looked at me and said “you ready to go?”  “Yep!” and we stood up and walked out.
In the ball park for a total of maybe 5 minutes. 





We hit the street again to find that we were right in front of a restaurant where Keanu (a server from my old Macaroni Grill days) works. So we walked in to see if we could find him, he was working, we timed it perfect that he was just getting off his shift and could sit and eat with us, and he took care of the entire thing, free dinner! Hot Damn! Keanu then told us that that just around the block there was an ally way where street artist were in the process of re-painting all the murals. So Keanu went home to feed his dogs and Drew and I took off down an ally way to check out the paintings.

We were very impressed, and I’m sure looked like idiots watching them all paint and asking stupid questions. 



The street emptied out right next to a church, that was just getting out, so Drew and I walked in, with our bag of goodies to gaze at this weird old church. 


By this time Drew has started to develop blisters on my feet so he took off his shoes to walk around, and we made our way to the capital, to step on the step that is exactly one mile from sea level. Drew stepped up proudly with his nasty blistered feet. 


It was a full day, that happened in less then three hours. 

Then it was out to meet Gregory. 

I don’t even know what to say about this Man, but I know my life is forever a little bit different because of him. 
We drove up, parked, knocked on the door and a high-piched voice came screaming down from the second floor. “It’s open!”
We walk in and down the stairs come this man who is 5’ 4’’?? 5’5’’? Half Japanese, half fabulous with long flowing hair, cheata print shoes, moon rings and what appeared to be a big black cape. 
Following him down the stairs was a coccerspanel who would smile on que. 

I wish I could remember what he yelled at us, all I remember was thinking he was out of his mind, and that the dog was scary. But somehow I wanted more, I needed to find out more about this man. 

Hugs and introductions, then we loaded up in the car to hit the town. Dinner at ________ I forget the name right now. . . It is a big open place with lots of little food vendors, you buy your meal then take it to the roof to eat among the twinkly lights and be overwhelmed by the view of the Denver skyline. 

The food was great, Drew kept telling people his name was Kevin, and I was inclined to go my Trisha, two of the worst names in America. But when you are with Drew and Gregory you feel like you are floating and everyone loves you. 

 (would not hold still for a picture)


Sitting down next to us was Sarah from the Bachelor and I was alone in being starstruck, Gregory offered her a piece of gum and it united our two groups for a brief while. 


Then it was to the bar. When you are gay and fabulous drinking is what you do, so it was into the down town to a bar that had grass on the rooftop, and I sat by watching people get more drunk and more entertaining. More friends, talks about brides and supper bowl rings and then we went home. 


It was a full day that I only have scratched the surface with here. 

-Where da hells my phone?
-Freeway merging
-Pizza bets
-whipping cigarettes out of people’s hand

Then to bed, we all piled into Gregery’s bed before he made me a bed of fur on the floor, it was the best night’s sleep and it was on the floor, all of Gregory’s lush blankets were divine.  



The next morning it was to the passport office, breakfast, the cathedral, the unsinkable Molly Brown's house, then back to the passport office then home. 
(I'll add more pictures later today, if you care)

While we came put pf breakfast down town there was a man that appeared to be older black homeless standing on the street corner, he looked like he was approaching so I prepared my "Sorry! I don't have any money." Talk in my head but then he said "Can ya help a blind man find the Mission home? 
Oh. What? yeah!
Drew jumped in, walking up next to him and putting his hand on his shoulder (Drew is the nicest) "The mission home is just kiddy corner from where we are" (He is pointing and that make me laugh) "If you cross the street then cross again you will be there. . . and the light is green right now so you can go"
He smiled and said "Thank you! Thank you!" And with his walking stick out in front of him he stepped off the curb, then slowly stared to gear left like his entire body was tilted at an angle and he couldn't help but walk left. Heading right into the heart of traffic. 
Drew and I stood speechless watching in horror hoping he wouldn't get hit. "Should I go after him??" Drew asked me in a panic. By this point he was dead center in the intersection and there was a van that was giving him a soft polite honk as if to say 'you are going the wrong way'
Drew ran out and walked him to the corner, now standing in front of the mission home. Drew said to him "Ok, it is just right here in front of you" and he responded with "Ok, tell me when I can cross." "No, don't go in the road again, you are here, it is right here"

Drew ran back to me, and we laugh liked little girls about how insane it all was, we almost killed a man, sending him into traffic. Then that laughter turned slowly into sadness, thinking about this man's life. I'm worried about getting a passport for a fabulous trip in Europe and he is worried about crossing the street. wow.


Being with Drew is magic, I love him so much. I think it is our outgoing, happy, naive outlook on life that draws situations and people to us. Some days I wish I could live a life out with drew. Would be explosive, we would be the old crazy couple that puts on all the ward roadshows, and gets a little too into decorating the house for holidays. 

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

The Goodfellow boys.

Maybe one day I'll have nephews or nieces to call my own. 
Until then I have to live through Drew. 
Oh my hell I love these boys. 


Monday, September 12, 2016

I like that on my last post a guy from Australia commented. It makes me happy that anyone can tune into the ramblings I post here. But I'm going to try out this private thing, for a handful of lame reasons. I'm sure it won't last forever, if you want to keep on reading this ol thing, leave me your e-mail. Or text me your email. Or just take me out to lunch and I'll tell you what is new in my life.





Thursday, September 8, 2016

Miner's Day

Forget Labor day! What about Miner's Day?!

"The only day in Park City that is for the Park city locals" - quoted by a local. 

We took the bus to Main Street and hung out and waited for the balls to drop. Huh??

Every year before the parade thousands of balls are dropped down main street for the "Running of the Balls" a spoof on running of the Bulls. They even send people running down trying to outrun the balls. 
You can buy a ball for 5$ and if your ball wins you get prizes, all the money goes to charity, yadda yadda yadda. 
It's so dumb, the entire thing is comical, they set up a track that doesn't at all contain the balls (golf balls) bounce and fly everywhere. This year, I heard someone say, there was 8,000 balls. And everyone has their Park City posh dogs, and they are freaken out. Then there was a parade, with lame floats and then if you have a fancy car you can join in the parade, so at one point there was just a line of corvettes and BMW's and whatever, that seem to stretch the entire length of main, and no one knows who these people are driving the cars, just Park City people with money showing off there car.  

Then everyone gets up and follows the last float down the street to the park, you becoming the parade. 

I felt so honored to be part of the park city locals. Happy Miners Day!




Wednesday, September 7, 2016

Bloggers.

I go through these phases of furry when I find out women are living off a lifestyle blog. Living to advertise themselves.

And they are all adorable. I'm not going to argue that.

I'm currently planning a trip to Europe and my mother sends me over a picture of Taza who was recently in china tara with a message "are you going here?!?!"



Even my mother is keeping tabs on her, and will periodically buy stuff she sees them wearing.

"It is not real life McKay" A co-worker reassured me the following day. She knows Taza quite well from a time they lived in New York. "She gets paid to travel, it is not real, she has to take six full suitcases with her" And even though I know this, I was not looking for reassurance, it was nice to be reassured.

It is impossible to travel with beautiful floral dresses and perfectly pressed felt hats. I have a meeting with two coworkers next week about how to pack down to one backpack for two weeks in Europe, they both have faith I can do it.  "You wear a lot of the same clothes over and over"
Taza would never. . . . But then again, it is not real.

Living in New York, three kids and she makes enough taking about how she is cutting new bangs and her food selection that her husband quit his job and that is all they do.
So I sit and stir, thinking about how weird their life must be.

I went down to the marketing department today to find that our Social Media "expert" has now invested in a selfie stick and is twirling around in his desk talking to his phone that is suspended 5 feet above him. He talks about authenticity so much and I always just have to laugh and smirk at these people are never actually in the moment.

I would love to be a fly on the wall as Taza travels, I wonder if the camera gets more attention then the kids. I wonder if editing the pictures is the only time she is really enjoying the scenery.

And it is all worth it?

I know a part of my distaste is that I think I could do a better job then them all.
I read this week one of these bloggers tell all about their "Gender Neutral" Nursery Reveal that they were decorating. It looked just like Target and Ikea. Nothing special. And she is getting paid to do it.

These two make me want to set myself on fire. Their wedding was even highlighted in People Magazine because they have such a huge following.

If you can make it though watching one, JUST ONE of their videos I'll give you 5 bucks.

This one is when the lil zit-face idiot proposed (fast forward to about 1:40) . . .  the pathetic display of tea lights, the ugly pasta dinner. They are so dumb.

Or here is a post to make clutter your home with cheap fall crap. . . .

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vzkHd1Akw6k

Or if you really in a mood to be bothered then turn this one on, it is 16 min of her rambling. Just watch the first 30 seconds, and then imagine what 16 minutes of it would sound like.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wpUvcW_ICpo



And because of these terrible movies, they have built their own house off the money they are making.
Does this make anyone else crazy?


I think about my new little adorable car, the cute apartment I live in, I think about my little bees and about how I own sixteen chandeliers, and I get crazy because I know I could do it better. I know I'm living the life you are blogging about.
I don't know if I am the smart one for not quoting my job and carrying around a selfie stick or if I am a fool for not taking advantage.

Just thoughts.

Either way, A part of me wants to retire this blog. Start a new one, maybe attempt to spell things correctly and start a new chapter. For whatever reason that just feels right. We'll see if that happens.


Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Pants off.

I love this weird little room, a spot in this busy city that is mine.
Lately the light has been wildly golden for the hour after I get home from work and my entire room fills with particles of sunlight. So I took a picture, this is me everyday for about an hour after work, only difference is my pants are usually off and I'm sure I'm not as stunningly beautiful when I'm not posing for pictures. (but then again, maybe I am.)


What is not pictured is my chunky AC unit that is just on the other end of that window, and it has become my best friend, there are days where I even catch myself talking to it.
"You are so beautiful"
"Ohh, thank you"

I'm so sick of the heat, maybe because my water activity has been down this year, maybe because I am choosing to drive around a car with failing AC, but for whatever reason I'm thrilled for the Fall, maybe that is why I am so aware of the light, the sun is setting a bit sooner each night and I love it.

So I lay with my 29 blankets and 47 pillows and watch hulu while I fill that massive old scrapbook with thoughts and doodles. I have taken on a few small projects to keep me feeling creative and content and its working, I feel creative and content.


One day I won't be in this room any longer and another person will be in here walking around without pants on and I hope they love it as much as I do.

Monday, August 22, 2016

Babe Didrikson

I pull up to the golf course in my adorable car, the sun has been very hot but somedays I don't even feel it because I love driving it so much. Nothing compares to it, and daily people will tell me how cute it is, so when I pulled up to the clubhouse in my sweet summer ride it was as if I could have just gone to the bathroom and left and it would have felt like a day well spent.

But I didn't dive away. I met up with the gals from work for a little golf. We got carts and clubs and the entire 9 yards. I had never done it before and didn't know to wear cute little spandex skirts, so I dressed up like Babe Didrikson, and wore nylons and shoulder pads.

At one point I was in a river in my nylons laughing up a storm trying to get my ball back as it rolled down the river. Whitney fell out of the cart and took selfies, Deb was our go-to know it all on what clubs to use and Kelsey was our sass telling off the anyone who told us we were too slow, Alexis and I were along for the laughs and did our best to play an honest game.

9 holes in over three hours! Not bad, not bad at all.

I kept telling Deb that I knew why men golfed, it was so peaceful and beautiful, it was a great way to relax and while we did girl talk, I can see men talking about business deals and the nagging wife and the office affairs.

And if it wasn't for the annoying employees there treating us like children, it would have been a perfect day.

Thursday, August 18, 2016

Bees Game

The past few posts on this thing are getting quite boring, this summer and these past few weeks have been a doozy.
So here is another boring one for ya. . . . let's hope things shake up soon. . . . .

It was the company party last night, we all went to a Bees game, I had about 50 tickets left over and thought it would have been hilarious to hand them out to the homeless and fill the stadium with Experts and homeless. I love the Experts so much, it always warms my heart to meet families. Some little offspring look and act just like the parents and it is so dang cute to me. Sometimes it is weird to think of the people I see going home from work to family.

With Drew absent so I flew solo, normally the two of us would try and say hello to everyone and make sure people where having fun, so I attempted to do it alone. Hovering from group to group and ultimately ending up with the drunk singles in the back row. I can't even tell you what color the jerseys were last night, I didn't even see the game, it was all talk, hot dogs and crackerjacks. But the sunset was packed full of summer vibes, and the purple mountains majesty were standing so tall and strong.

I drove my little convertible down, and that summer ride back to my apartment was the best, just me, baseball, my beautiful new car and America. It was drives like that that I imagined as I dreamt of owning her, it was a lovely night. Even without Drew, I still love my job.

Sunday, August 14, 2016

One Armed Girl.

Blind Pilot and Brandi Carlile at Deer Vally? Forget it, so lovely.
The heat of the summer disappears in the mountains and you get everything that is good about summer lingering behind, and then to add the voice of Brandi filling the sky, it really was quite perfect.




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