Gotta LOVE those Red Rocks

This past gymnastics season was wonderful! Nothing better than good food, great entertainment, and AMAZING friends.

I'm always fascinated by the talent these young women have, and the discipline it takes to do what they do. I'm pretty sure i'll be a gymnast in my next life....actually I plan to be a Broadway star in my next life... or a Rock Star, but maybe the one after that. ;)Anyways, though I do not have the extreme talent it takes to do a cartwheel on the beam...

{or on solid ground as it turns out}

I am able to dance my way onto the Jumbo-tron!Yup, those amazing moves got us up there.

So though I plan to move away to a place my friends don't like to talk about, Jessica told me she will still let me get season tickets to gymnastics and cheer on our Red Rocks no matter where I go to school.

SkYlEr

Sometimes I miss this kid a lot! And by sometimes, I mean {ALL the time}!

Only 1 year, 2 months, and about 1 week til I see him again...not that anyone is counting....

Oh Chuck

Two and a half years ago Skyler innocently rented the first few episodes of a new show that he had heard was pretty good. Little did I know that I was about to embark on a life changing experience and might I add Love affair that has lasted almost 3 years now…and is still running strong.

This seemingly small decision one late Friday night in the Blockbuster under Smiths has turned into a lovely little gem in my life. It was a bonding ground for Sky and I before he left me. The ‘Chuck Club’ commenced every Tuesday night around 9:30 or 10 when we finally had time to watch last week’s episode together. If both members were not present, the Chuck club was unable to move forward. Landen was an honorary member at this time – he was welcome to join, but not necessary {plus my bed doesn’t really fit all 3 of us very well}.

Team Bartowski now consists of Starlee and Landen, with Brock as our very eager honorary member {my bed still doesn’t really fit 3 very well, but Brock doesn’t let this deter him}. We also have some young ‘Chuck Club’ wanna-bes but due to their age, they are forced to watch the show when it is actually on TV and sleep when Chuck Club is being held.

Note: I’m not sure that this show is appropriate for my youngest brothers…but who can deny a person the right to view such an amazing show.

So I would just like to say that I count Chuck, Sarah, Casey, Morgan, Ellie and Awesome in among my very favorite people to hang out with. Is this slightly pathetic…maybe, but only if you don’t know them. If you have seen the show, you’ll understand. If not, there is something wrong in your life (and for heaven’s sake, start at the beginning – don’t just try to jump in, it won’t work)!

Dear Cast and Crew of Chuck,
I LOVE YOU! You’re doing a stand-up job and I think you should all get raises. Someday when I’m president, I’ll put that on my list of things to do. If our president can pass the healthcare bill I’m sure I can get one through to mandate that all Americans watch your show – and I bet I’ll get votes from both sides of the aisle. ;) Keep up the good work.

Love,
Me

P.S. I would love to be on your show someday. Even if I play one of the bad guys you kill – you would be amazed by my abilities to play dead…just think about it. Thanks!

NEVER say Never!

Hades is now an arctic tundra,

The Fat Lady is singing her final number,

and I will be attending BYU.

{for my MPA}

(please notice and appreciate my use of the word Hades instead of Hell due to my new honor code)

I know! This very minute you are checking your food storage, because you know the end is near.

Now you are breathing deeply into a paper bag with your head between your knees saying to yourself, 'but Starlee, how can this be?' And all I can say is that life happens...

Sometimes it is a nice Martha Stewart style planed out dinner with your favorite place settings, candle sticks and the works...

and sometimes it is a surprise party that you just weren't expecting. But none the less, it's a party, Right?

I will now be forced to take back all that I have said about how I wouldn't be caught dead living in Provo...well, I actually still hope never to be caught dead there, but alive is now a different story.

However, I do not plan to take back all of the things I have said about how disturbed Provo is. In fact, I feel it is now my responsibility to find proof to back up my claims and report on them in essay form (I'm a student again ... sorry)!

Congratulations and Condolences are welcome. I'll understand both. ;)

Here's to change ~ Cheers!

{side note: I googled images for the Y and didn’t find anything that I felt comfortable with posting on my blog – I then googled the U and found wonderful pictures, but didn’t know that it would be appropriate to put a beautiful big red block U at the end of this post. As you can see, I still have my allegiances in the right place. ;) }

Miss Utah then & now

I had to find a baby picture of myself this weekend, so I started going through some old pictures…

There were some real treasures in there, and I’m sure many of my amazing finds will end up on here at some point.

This first one seemed most applicable at the moment.

This is my mothers beautiful Miss Utah picture. She competed as Miss Sanpete County about 26 years ago! Good to know she looks just as glamorous today as she did then!

Here is my Miss Utah pic

I can only hope to look half as cute as my mom in 26 years, and accomplish half of the things she has! She is simply AMAZING!

Pro’s and Con’s

Living with Elementary school aged children means that they are exposed to EVERY disease known to man…and being the loving children they are, will bring it home and share it with you! (Con)

Upon giving you the flu though, they don’t run and hide from the germs. Instead they bring you ‘throw-up bowls’, saltine crackers, ice, and all their favorite movies. They then proceed to crawl in bed with you, and are content to watch Kung Fu Panda over and over, whether you are conscious or not. (Pro’s)

I’ve decided this is unconditional love.

Thanks boys, for the illness {sort of} and the attempts to make me better ~ it worked.

One of my Favorites:

Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

We ask ourselves,

“Who am I to be

Brilliant,

Gorgeous,

Talented

& Fabulous?”

Actually, who are you not to be?

We were born to make manifest the glory of God that is within us.

And as we let our own light shine,

we unconsciously give other people permission to do the same.