Rolling in the Deep.

This woman amazes me. Her voice kills me. KILLS ME. She plays the piano, guitar, and writes her own music. Dang girl. She was so funny and charming and grateful.



I introduced Whitney to Adele and she definitely repaid the favor by giving me her extra ticket.





I love love love live music and this was the BEST.

Torrey! Torrey! Torrey!

It's that time of year again! Time for the annual "glamping" trip to Torrey and Cafe Diablo.
Remember last year? Check it out.



This is a picture of Whitney's eye. Oh and two of my roommates.



This is a picture of the bathroom wall in Cafe Diablo.




This is the food.



This is how to change a flat tire:
1. Get the spare tire out and all of the tools.
2. Stand by your car like you TOTALLY know how to change a tire.
3. Let the 1st guy that asks if you need any help do it all while you watch. (His name was Alex. Thanks Alex) p.s. We really were going to do it ourselves but Alex just really wanted to help.



I think a spare tire hopes that you will drive over a screw just so it can get out of the trunk for a while.




Whitney is brushing her teeth.


Now everyone is brushing their teeth.


Whitney is STILL brushing her teeth.




This is "Biggie." He pulled out the screw and repaired my tire. He also charged me $50 bucks because it was Saturday.

I really love this new tradition of going to Torrey every year! We also got to pick FRESH apples and peaches right off the trees. It was the COOLEST. Utah is an amazing place.

If you ever need to just get away from it all, this is a fun trip. Try it out. And stop in Goblin Valley on the way home if you've never been. It'll blow your mind.

I'm bad at blogging.

So much has happened!!

Did you know I moved? Into a house? with a backyard! And a trampoline! And roommates!

Know what the best part is? I love them. Where have they been all my life? And remember when I was so excited to live by myself less than a year ago? Proof HERE

One week ago we had a big moving party with SO many joyful helpers, I like to call them my moving angels. I can't express how grateful I am for all of their help and no one even complained about:

a) how I live on the third floor
b) how much clothing I own...

So they were rewarded with pizza.



Those are some of my moving angels and also roommates. Michelle is on the blue chair and Emily is on the couch. I don't remember the boys names... sorry boys. Thanks again for trying unsuccessfully to get my box spring down the stairs. It's cool. I like sleeping on the floor.





The bed situation was remedied with a new bed from Ikea and some wood slats that easily fit down the stairs. Oh, and I had to remove my closet doors so I could walk around my bed.



It's a small room but where there's a will, there's a way.







That's my other roommate, unnecessary "h" Sarah.
Not only do we share the same name but...
We have the same BIRTHDAY.
We love the same shampoo.
We are both obsessed with Trader Joes and go to extremes to get it (or our loved ones just send it to us in a package, THANKS MOM)
We both drove Chevy Cavaliers but traded them in for hatchbacks.
And we had opposite finger/toe nails.


(Yes I took this during church but Sunday School hadn't started yet...)