see ya, wouldn't wanna be ya.

*note:  i would normally put a picture here but blogger is jealous of my trip and not letting me upload any visual sugar so..sorry. imagine me and courtney holding the washington monument.   

location:  the district of columbia.
guys.  don't yell.  but i am not here {here=utah} right now because i am just vacationing my life away:  east coast style. so far i have eaten yucca and buffalo, made a new african american friend who even gave me next to free jewelry, waved in the general direction of the barack, and watched my great grandma in a video at the smithsonian.  if that doesn't get you back, i really don't know what will.  until next time, loves.
next stop:  philly

jimmama: the next serena and blair?

paige here, you're one and only source to the scandalous lives of my family and friends.

  spotted:  our favorite free throwing fox fleeting to flirt with the first presidency's finest.

"mr. nothing but net" just met his biggest fan yet.

fredette about it.

drill team.

this time last year
one thing was on my mind.
state drill competition.
not because i was excited to compete
but because state meant drill was over!

no more 

early mornings

ankle weights

tight spandex outfits

push ups

smelling like a sewer every morning

tardy scares

calls to mom to bring my stuff that i forgot

all day competitions

loosing to hillcrest

ect.

but now

one year and

one million pounds

later

{i can't believe i am about to say this}

i am jealous of the c-h-i-r-o-n-s.

tomorrow they will be competing

at region

to qualify for state.

and they are going to ROCK!

i feel it. 

and i will be in the stands

cheering my guts out for them

while secretly envying them at the same time.

good luck team!

and for old time's sake...

c-h-i-r-o-n-s

we are the best!   

{the favorites...}

{my own personal fan club}

{catching a little shut eye before winning nationals!}

make us proud, lovlies!