tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58232718682226263822024-03-13T14:04:12.467-06:00What the Randi: A BlogRandi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.comBlogger63125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-60953731925785646842012-08-31T11:59:00.000-06:002012-08-31T11:59:56.920-06:00New Blog<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
For those of you that still read this blog, thank you. But if you haven't noticed, I haven't posted here for a while. And sadly, there will be no more posts on this blog. But don't cry too much, for I have started a new one!<br />
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What The Randi and I have had a good run, but it's time for a new space for me to express myself. So please head on over to<a href="http://randiramblings.blogspot.com/"> http://randiramblings.blogspot.com/</a> for new posts and updates on my life. It will be a good time. You won't regret it. <br />
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Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-3448364524905112682012-02-28T11:35:00.000-07:002012-02-28T11:35:07.783-07:00The Breaking Up of Chrandi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">I'm not going to lie, this is probably one of the hardest blog posts that I will ever write. I am writing it because people are starting to find out about Chris and I, which is fine, but I feel like people aren't getting an accurate idea of what is really going on.<br />
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Of course what is really going on is really only between Chris and I, but we are lucky enough to have the best friends and families in the world who care and just want to understand the situation. So I will tell you, with Chris' blessing, all that you need to know. And I'm sorry if you are hurt that you are finding out about this on Facebook or through this blog. We just can't tell everyone in person like we would like.<br />
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Being married to Chris has honestly been the best 4 years of my life. We have had a blast going on adventures, being dorks, playing music, and just sitting and watching Battlestar Galactica. In these past 4 years we have created a loving and safe environment for each other to truly soul search and become ourselves. We have been through a lot together emotionally. We have made radical life changes together. And through it all we have continued to love each other and be there for each other.<br />
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And we still plan on doing just that, it just looks differently now. For the past 6 months to a year, we have been trying to figure out what our next step in life is. We are graduated, focusing on our careers, and could possibly start a family in the near future. As we made these plans, they just weren't matching up. We tried and tried so many different scenarios and ideas and talked for hours and hours.<br />
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But the bottom line is, our paths don't match up anymore. Which is ok.<br />
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Of course this was a very sad and hard realization to come to. We have been dancing around it for months, but we feel like this is the best thing for us.<br />
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We have had a lot of mixed reactions from our family and close friends. Most people are completely shocked. And of course everyone is sad. Some people are disappointed because they looked up to us as a couple. But don't worry, you still can because sometimes part of being a good couple is knowing when it's time to let it go. Sometimes is doesn't serve anyone to just hang on for hanging on's sake.<br />
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Some people have criticized and judged us and blamed it on our lifestyle choices. And all I have to say to that is that you have no idea what you are talking about. It is easy to draw your own conclusions based on certain things you see and hear, but you don't and will never know the whole story, so please try not to judge, and if you do, please keep it to yourself.<br />
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Some people have felt like they need to choose a side. We ask that you please don't. Chris and I have a very good relationship. We talk frequently and plan on being friends the rest of our lives. If you experience any drama from this, it is because you created it. There is no drama between Chris and I, and we hope that we can all still hang out and have a good time.<br />
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Some people have been wanting to make the other person the bad guy. Sorry to disappoint you, but there isn't a bad guy here. It is a pretty mutual decision. We appreciate you being defensive and having our back, but trust us when we say that we both think that this is the best thing. <br />
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Some people ask if there is anything they can do to help. To that we say just be there for us and love us. If you know Chris through me, still continue to love him and be his friend. If you know me through Chris, please do the same. If you know us as a couple, well, sorry. It won't be as fun, but still be our friend individually.<br />
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These next few months are going to be really crazy. A lot of transitions and changes. It is going to royally suck in a lot of ways, but it can also be fun and exciting. Don't be alarmed by changes on Facebook or future plans. I will probably change my last name back and all that jazz.<br />
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We love the support and unconditional love that we have gotten, despite the confusion and lack of understanding. And you probably will never understand fully why Chris and I are doing this, but please just trust us. We have put a lot of thought, contemplation, prayer, and tears into this. Know that we aren't just giving up and we do value the importance of marriage.<br />
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Ok. This is all you need to know. Feel free to talk to us individually, but know that we are so emotionally exhausted from trying to explain ourselves. We really just need love and friendship right now, so if you have that, then we hope to hear from you.<br />
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Chrandi is ending, and that is something to mourn. But there is a season for everything. When we are done learning and growing from one thing, we move on to another season that will teach us something new. I would never be as happy and healthy as I am now if it weren't for my time with Chris. He was meant to get me here, and now it is time for a new chapter. </div>Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-85800603601233533132012-01-01T23:27:00.001-07:002012-01-01T23:32:32.293-07:00Happy New Year! Let's Walk the Walk, shall we?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">Happy first day of 2012! I hope that this new year is serving you well. As for me? Well, it is grand.<br />
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You wouldn't think so by my current state. I've been tucked in bed cuddling with my pup all day as I've been trying to get over a cold, my monthly cramps are kicking my trash, and I'm nursing my frozen neck and shoulder that has left me unable to move these past few days.<br />
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At first all of this bummed me out, but it's actually fitting in perfectly with my new game plan "Walking the Walk," as mentioned in my last (mildly depressing) post.<br />
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As someone in the healing profession, I spend a lot of time advising people on how to be healthier and happier. I want people to invest in their health and well-being and trust that can be pain-free in every area of life. But I can't really help them if I'm not practicing what I preach. And I hadn't been for quite some time.<br />
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So I've been working on that, and I'm happy to report that things are on the up and up. Since my last post, I have landed a great job as a content writer for a website, opened up my own massage space in Sandy, UT, and started teaching Yoga at the clubhouse in my housing development. I also finally finished my last lingering online class and am now officially a college grad!<br />
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And now as I sit here with body aches that make me want to puke, I'm finding a new way to walk the walk. I'm trying out all of the tricks that I tell my clients that help with these kinds of pains. It's actually kind of fun for me when I get sick because I can try out all of the new remedies that I've read about and see what actually works and what doesn't. I'm kind of twisted like that.<br />
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So with heating pads and herbal teas as my companions, I have come up with 6 main intentions for 2012 to help me keep Walking the Walk in my personal and professional life. I am a little hesitant to share them here because they are really personal, but I feel moved to do so because perhaps they will spark an idea of what would serve you. And like always, sharing them will help keep me accountable.<br />
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1. Balanced Love: Work on the balance of giving and receiving love. I can't give it unless I allow myself to fully receive it, and I have always struggled with being able to receive it. And if I'm doing one more than the other, love becomes self-centered and exhausting. When it is balanced, everything else in my life will follow.<br />
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2. Be my "why not" self: Often times when I try to take on a new way of being I stop myself because I think, "Oh I can't. I've never done this before, and it's just not me." Well from now on, when that wall comes up, I plan on saying, "Why not?" Why can't I be the type of person that likes mornings? Why can't I say no to yet another serving of pasta? I have no good reason. There is no good reason why I can't be the person I want to be.<br />
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3. No Shame Authenticity: I have made some major life changes these past few years, and I have been trying really hard to tune into who I really am. It's been hard when what I'm discovering as my authentic self goes against the grain of the culture that I live and grew up in. I found myself being ashamed in a way of how I really feel about things, worrying that if people really knew how I felt that they wouldn't like or respect me anymore. Well, that is silly and I'm done with that. Life is too short to revolve it around what other people will think.<br />
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4. Easeful Organization: Whenever I try to get my ducks in a row, I find myself getting overwhelmed and anxious about staying organized. I get so caught up in my vision of what having an organized life is that I just give up before I start. I want to live in a world where being organized and on top of things is just who I am, not something I have to live up to. It's easy, I just need to chill out.<br />
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5. Because It's Fun: For some reason, this past year I have become so serious. The things I love to do turned into a burden somehow. I created all of these attachments and expectations to things and activities that I enjoyed and they lost their fun. I'm sick of that. I'm dropping the baggage, and I just want to do things because they are fun, not because they will make me lose weight, or impress so and so, or any of that.<br />
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6. Responsible Abundance: This intention is directed towards my financial life. I honestly suck with money. For years I have been living from pay check to pay check, and the second that I get some extra income, I get so excited and just spend it right away. I want to be able to handle abundance. I want to create abundance in my life and let it flow freely and responsibly in and out of my life. When I do that, then that creates space for even more abundance.<br />
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And there you have it. A little insight as to what I'm putting out there for 2012. This is the first time that I am putting out intentions instead of specific individual goals. I like to do that on a weekly and daily basis, but I'm hoping that these by following these intentions, all of the details with come naturally.<br />
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The happiest of New Years to you, my dears.<br />
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Much love,<br />
Randi<br />
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It's been roughly 4 months since my last post. Whoa.<br />
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I had really high hopes of posting my adventures while I was in Europe, but as anyone who has travelled will tell you, when deciding between sitting in front of a computer writing about Europe or actually going out and experiencing Europe, you choose the latter. Curious about my trip? Well, keep checking back here because I plan on trickling in posts about my trip over then next month or so.<br />
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In the mean time, I would like to vent. Vent and also just declare a few things about my life.<br />
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You see, I am in what some would call a rut. A pickle, a funk, a humdrum experience, a vortex of doom, if you will. And I'm sick of it. I'm done with it. It is not serving me, and it has gone on long enough. So by telling you fine people about it, I hoping that I can get it out of my system and move on.<br />
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Europe and Morocco was unreal. It was heaven. Besides being away from Chris for so long, it was the best thing ever. Everyday was new, exciting, and totally out of my comfort zone in the best possible way. Coming home to Chris and my dog was beyond lovely, but I also came home to a clean slate.<br />
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At first this "clean slate" excited me. I was done with school, we had just moved to a new city, there were new surroundings to explore, possibilities galore. But after getting rejected from potential jobs and realizing that my new city can be explored in an afternoon, I found myself sitting at home all day watching Grey's Anatomy. That's right people, I watched 7 seasons of overly dramatic surgeons doing each other in only 2 short months.<br />
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It hasn't been all bad, though. I started working a few shifts in the spa at my massage school, which has been fun. I have a few clients come to my house. A poem of mine just got published. I am working on a book with my yoga teacher, who has also asked me to be a teaching assistant in Costa Rica at her teacher training. I now have my own logo and website going on at <a href="http://www.randikaymartin.com/">www.randikaymartin.com</a>, which took me forever and I'm really proud of it. I got to take a fun trip with Chris home to Fargo and Minnesota. And American Fork Canyon is only 10 minutes from my house.<br />
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But, I have been putting my life on hold to be available for a job that I really wanted and thought for sure I would get. I recently found out I did not get the job, and the two months of waiting around and clearing my schedule was for nothing. Well, not nothing. I did watch 7 seasons of Grey's Anatomy.<br />
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So here I am again. Clean slate still relatively clean. But instead of feeling excited about it I'm feeling lazy, rejected, and insanely bored. I found myself being envious of the grocery store janitor because at least they had something to do and a place to be. I guess I could be a janitor at my own house, but I'm also learning that I really suck at being a housewife.<br />
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"Well with all of this free time, haven't you been filling it with fun activities and things you love?" you might be asking. And I have been to a certain extent. But you have to understand something about me, I need some sort of structure. Without it, I am embarrassingly unmotivated. If nothing kicks me out of bed in the morning I think, "Laying here feels nice. I will just do this for a while until I have to go pee or get really hungry... I could play the guitar today, but what will I play? Oh I don't know. I suck at the guitar anyway... I'll just watch one episode and then take a shower...Ok one more episode... Just one more, promise..." And then Chris is home from work and we hang out until it's time for bed. But I can't sleep because I slept in and have expended little to no energy during the day. So I stay up late surfing the internet and telling myself what a load of crap I am until I fall asleep on the couch. At about 4 or 5 am I wake up because I'm uncomfortable on the couch with the lights on and somehow plop myself into bed. And let's not even talk about my diet of pumpkin cookies and pasta.<br />
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And so, ladies and gentleman, this must end. I declare that it is officially over. I'm taking my life back from the deadly claws of depression and crappy TV dramas. Because of this state I've been in the last few months I have made some poor decisions that I can't take back, and I've settled for a standard of living that is nothing close to what I want for myself. This is not me. This is not who I am. I have worked too hard to let my life be nothing short awesome.<br />
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So here's to being awesome. And I do mean having some of awe.<br />
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And I do have a game plan. Boy, do I have a game plan. But this post is getting long, and I have things to do! So, stay tuned for my "walking the walk" game plan. It's going to be big.<br />
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And thanks for reading. If you've made it to the end of this post, I salute you. </div>Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-90764853437275232962011-07-13T16:09:00.000-06:002011-07-13T16:09:54.381-06:00Mi casa es su casa<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Well folks, I made it to Logroño, which is a city in the providence of La Rioja. Here is a little map for you visual people. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I´ve been here for about 2.5 weeks, and I must say that I am in love with it. Apparently, it was voted the number one place to live in Spain because of the quality of life here. Technically I live in a small town called Ladero, which is right on the border on Logroño. I take a bus into town, but you can pretty much walk everywhere you need to be with in 10 or 15 minutes. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The downtown looks like a typical Spanish town with narrow streets and old buildings, but it is surrounded by mountains and vineyards that I love. I live in a newer development, so my surroundings are quite spacious. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The dark building in the middle is where I live. Sorry that this photo is kind of dark, but you get the idea if you look close enough.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This building is only about a year or two old, and it looks an IKEA display because everything is IKEA! But I loves me the IKEA, so I feel right at home.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I don´t have any pictures of them yet, but my host family is better than I could have ever dreamed. They are a Chilean family that moved here for the Wine scene. La Rioja is world famous for it´s wine (wine is cheaper than water here), and my host dad is a wine maker. They are a couple in their late 30´s with three kids, who are adorable. They are really laid back, super nice, and just a good time to be around. We get along really well. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I have nothing to really compare this experience to, but living with a host family in Spain is the life. I get up for dance class with the magical Veronica (yes I have a Spanish dance class),</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFMdFdKm52-sIiUQYegb9R5i55AnMFMGCtYjco5Zu5b8b9nbSFiZTGJf5RbdMwMNdBkg7wBf0W_JFb0EB7I4I_pQSJ1luTfh-byNZbwmVNf5udGpAW0pGteY3SbGFqf6UD4ShZV1HINUY/s1600/DSCF3018%255B1%255D" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqFMdFdKm52-sIiUQYegb9R5i55AnMFMGCtYjco5Zu5b8b9nbSFiZTGJf5RbdMwMNdBkg7wBf0W_JFb0EB7I4I_pQSJ1luTfh-byNZbwmVNf5udGpAW0pGteY3SbGFqf6UD4ShZV1HINUY/s320/DSCF3018%255B1%255D" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"> and then go 2.5 hours of language class taught by this firey Spanish chica.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Here is my class (all USU students) with our history teacher the first week we were here. But history class is no more. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Upon arising from a delicious nap I do homework, watch some TV (which I have in my room), or go out to my personal patio and do some yoga.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">They eat dinner around 9 or 10 here, so after cooking class I usually go straight home to bed. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And then I wake up the next morning and do it again. Not too shabby, eh? And we only have classes Monday through Thursday, so I have the whole weekend for adventures. I will post about the adventures thus far soon.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-81958657995410741142011-07-03T05:49:00.000-06:002011-07-03T05:49:12.904-06:00Barcelona or bust!After moving, online classes, and running Ragnar (which I will post about one of these days), I made it on a plane that whisked me away to Spain! After three plane rides and time travelling, I was painfully reminded about how flying and jet lag quickly kills the magic of going to a foreign land. But, stick around long enough and the magic comes back. And it doesn´t take long in a place like Barcelona.<br />
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</div><div>Yes, my reason for coming to Spain is for a Study Abroad program through Utah State in La Rioja, but I figured I would visit some friends since I was in the neighborhood. Meet Susie:</div><div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">She was one of my roommates when I lived in Costa Rica studying Yoga. She lives in Barcelona teaching dance and yoga, and it was so lovely to meet up with her after two years of being apart. She was my saving grace while I recovered from travelling, and she helped me learn the ways of the Spaniards. Honestly, if you ever need someone to help you kick jet lag where it hurts, Susie is the one to do it. Man oh man. But I loved her for it. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Barcelona really is a magical city. It seems that each brick in the cobblestone streets has centuries worth of stories to tell. Majestic cathedrals mingle inbetween restaurants and shops, and each round about is home to a fountain or statue of some explorer or war hero. Palm trees wave with the breeze coming in from the Mediterranean, which you can get a peek of if you leave the narrow streets. Susie lives in a neighborhood called Gracia, which is more like a village that hooks onto the bigger city. Sadly, my time there was short, and I was mostly in a jet lag haze, but here are a few things that I got to do.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The weekend I arrived was the weekend where they celebrate the saint San Juan. People of all ages gather in the streets at all hours of the night to eat, drink, and set off fireworks. I had the pleasure of being startled by cracks and booms many-a-time while walking around and while I was trying to sleep. One of Susie´s british friends, Kate, had a few of us over for dinner to celebrate. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Dancing in the streets happened, of course. Here is Madalena and Susie shakin´it.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Gaudi is a famous Spanish architect who creates crazy buildings such as this:</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And this:</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">One day we chilled at a beautiful beach right outside of Barcelona. Here is Kate and her adorable son Oscar enjoying the day.</div><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">We went to a huge market that seemed to have every food under the sun.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is a plaza where the royality used to live. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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One of the many cathedrals. We were able to see a wedding going on inside.<br />
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Susie and her delightful boyfriend Alejandro. I´m so thankful for them. They took such good care of me!<br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And that is a brief rundown of my time in Barcelona. I was so fortunate to have Susie and her wonderful friends there to show me a good time. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Now, I am living in La Rioja and have a week of my program under my belt. But I´ll post more on that later. Feel free to follow me on this blog to stay updated on my time living in Spain and other European adventures.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div>Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-40190671744285137012011-06-08T00:19:00.003-06:002011-06-08T00:31:21.051-06:00Update MontageHello Folks,<br />
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Well, summer is finally here, and while there is a very brief lull in the Martin happenings, I'll provide a little update for those of you out there who care.<br />
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This past semester...<br />
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<div style="text-align: center;">We celebrated this many years of being wed:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">I switched from snowboarding to this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We cross-country skied four miles up to this for Valentine's Day:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggc-lvzHkiMLHATZSXBBZdcdX0755KO3tFUCKKxPuVN_5lOE4P2C2s_3AQ-isUjBl6ROdhRN4wEjCSTAU1KKHheh1uMG0-MfvOYswCwt7Kjik8gM7iaQ_bMOyDbcSjHbazgPdDqhJo-fkH/s1600/IMG_0078.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggc-lvzHkiMLHATZSXBBZdcdX0755KO3tFUCKKxPuVN_5lOE4P2C2s_3AQ-isUjBl6ROdhRN4wEjCSTAU1KKHheh1uMG0-MfvOYswCwt7Kjik8gM7iaQ_bMOyDbcSjHbazgPdDqhJo-fkH/s320/IMG_0078.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I was in a play where I did a lot of this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">We went to Albuquerque to visit Chris's dad and adorable half-siblings and did this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicZUP4waYjoVg_frU2x0hbbgMAhf4wfs_YDNvHwqkDWjP36lM0WCzX9cQeQGCMEGucC7LwxxoIPbJJipZrrw8O_o53PGuTnMxtcH3noBuJ929grBg56FbPTPxhhd3s48glUmZL_1cSEusw/s1600/IMG_0126.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicZUP4waYjoVg_frU2x0hbbgMAhf4wfs_YDNvHwqkDWjP36lM0WCzX9cQeQGCMEGucC7LwxxoIPbJJipZrrw8O_o53PGuTnMxtcH3noBuJ929grBg56FbPTPxhhd3s48glUmZL_1cSEusw/s320/IMG_0126.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">For Spring Break we got this little guy:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And then went up to Bear Lake and stayed in a cabin where we saw this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And did this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">With these people:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis7aUUHnF1tKa_7TB0m900oqPL0i0xs-wI_vQZ8UOwTQn3oqr2HbrDL6HQmmFXkeSK3rVK_mq_J6RLErh3A19xB1vl_vtmE29ZJzq0TLNR5pEP3Uj3t21ag78F9izCKoH0t_NNCzKHfQL1/s1600/IMG_0241.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="239" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEis7aUUHnF1tKa_7TB0m900oqPL0i0xs-wI_vQZ8UOwTQn3oqr2HbrDL6HQmmFXkeSK3rVK_mq_J6RLErh3A19xB1vl_vtmE29ZJzq0TLNR5pEP3Uj3t21ag78F9izCKoH0t_NNCzKHfQL1/s320/IMG_0241.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">I also rolled my first one of these:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLD-l5dtZvsERs5Ngj5idjTGMdiYYLZblJWmRc7yqg_zmn6EjgiHrhi3ZDLkANnFAZ3d_abz8fgX1sUroXjsKHG8SNLbjz2bPaJes2OcG8h0L3H65eqwiDOtfoVUYSVE9Klfd7WGJQETf_/s1600/IMG_0219.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLD-l5dtZvsERs5Ngj5idjTGMdiYYLZblJWmRc7yqg_zmn6EjgiHrhi3ZDLkANnFAZ3d_abz8fgX1sUroXjsKHG8SNLbjz2bPaJes2OcG8h0L3H65eqwiDOtfoVUYSVE9Klfd7WGJQETf_/s320/IMG_0219.JPG" style="cursor: move;" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">Then we went to Escalante where we did this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And made our dogs to this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Later in March, we held another successful tournament in which we played this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And did this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">The day after the tournament I did this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Chris had a conference in the Bahamas, so I tagged along and did a lot of this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">For my 26th birthday I got to eat this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Followed by this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">Oh, and Chris was awarded this for being Utah State University's Man of the Year.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">During finals week we did this in the library:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div style="text-align: center;">And finished the semester off by doing this:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
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</div>Graduation was followed by packing up, saying goodbye to Logan, and saying hello to Utah Valley. As much as Utah Valley isn't our scene, Chris got a really great job in north Orem, and we are moving into a real nice place at the point of the mountain in Lehi.<br />
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We move into our new place on Saturday, I'm running the Wasatch Back next Friday and Saturday, then the following Tuesday I'm leaving for Spain for seven weeks. The fun just never stops with the Martin crew, but I'll post more about those adventures as they unfold.<br />
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Peace.<br />
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</div>Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-39153253567059087882011-03-10T19:26:00.000-07:002011-03-10T19:26:51.165-07:00The Story of DexterOh, hello blog-o-sphere. It's been a while, hasn't it?<br />
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Being a Creative Writing major means that I'm too burnt out to write anything more than I have to for class, so the blog gets neglected. But, it's Spring Break, and I've got nothing but time. So, I'm back, bloggin' up a storm.<br />
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<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">I'm here to tell you about the lastest member of the Martin family.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"> Meet Dexter.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTd9bJNw9G_zPiBFzlIWsYnJFmLWP-yrQWb0T2WKAUeJh1AbhO8obnHnu2MKtfTe_q4KWBKKKEfEF_l0Dc1-HgofsyfvXdFW5fawrBrCNcm8bzeSSkJHatl7povuuJA7PDuVILE_3kyPji/s1600/photo.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgTd9bJNw9G_zPiBFzlIWsYnJFmLWP-yrQWb0T2WKAUeJh1AbhO8obnHnu2MKtfTe_q4KWBKKKEfEF_l0Dc1-HgofsyfvXdFW5fawrBrCNcm8bzeSSkJHatl7povuuJA7PDuVILE_3kyPji/s320/photo.jpeg" width="320" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">Border Collie/ Australian Shepherd mix. 10 months old. Male. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Chris and I have talked about getting a second dog for a while, but it was always something we would do eventually. It would come up in conversation every once in a blue moon, and we would say, "Yeah, maybe someday." Our first dog, Maeby, fulfilled my dog desires and honestly, I couldn't imagine having loving another dog as much as I loved Maeby. I didn't think I had enough room in my heart for another dog. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Two weeks ago we were watching our friend's dog. We had another dog around constantly for about five days. It was so fun to see Maeby with another dog. She was better behaved, and her separation anxiety was a lot better. The idea of a second dog started to more and more into our conversations.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Late August was the soonest we would get another dog. With our move to Salt Lake coming up in May, we figured that August would be the perfect time for us. To satiate our second puppy thoughts we started looking at what we call "Puppy Porn." Ksl.com has a classified section just for dogs for sale. We have spent hours and hours fawning over puppies. In fact, it's how we found Maeby. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">Warning: Never look at puppy porn unless you are ready to get one. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">This is where, on our very first look, we found Dexter, who was called Buddy at the time. There was just something about him when we looked at his profile. He had to be ours. So we texted the number that night. With in minutes we got a text back saying he had already been sold. We were crushed. I went to bed that night aching for Dexter. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">The next day Pet Smart was hosting Four Paws Adoption dogs at their store. To deal with our Dexter devastation, we decided to look. Here we found Peggy. An airedale/healer mix, super cute, perfect size, really cuddly, doesn't shed. On paper, she was the perfect dog. But I just wasn't excited about it. It didn't feel right, so I figured that it just wasn't the right time for a second dog. We had filled out paperwork for Peggy to come home with us on Sunday, but Saturday night we planned to call on Sunday to say we'd changed our mind.</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">After a wonderful morning of skiing, we got out of the canyon and received a text message. "Bad News," Chris said to me. The text stated that the people who were going to by Dexter couldn't have him in their condo, so he was available if we still wanted him. "Oh, no," I replied. All of my feelings of doubt about getting a second dog right now was quickly replaced with feelings of excitement and urgency. Keep in mind, we had just decided the night before that getting a second dog right now wasn't right for us. We quickly drove home, showered, got right back in the car, and drove an hour to Layton to get Dexter. Maeby and Dexter hit it off, and they looked so perfect together. We were sold. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And now we have him. Maeby was a little territorial at first, but five days later it's like we've always had him. They play so well together and he is the cuddliest dog I know. And, turns out, there is room in my heart for two dogs. I mean, look at him. Honestly. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">So there you have it. The story of our dear Dexter. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">And just so you know, taking a nap on the couch with two dogs covering me to make a warm puppy blanket is the best. </div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"><br />
</div>Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-42222159651625104442010-10-02T01:01:00.000-06:002010-10-02T01:08:04.737-06:00Dharma Tree Pics!Hey ya'll.<br /><br />Just a quick post to let you know I posted picture of my new massage space, Dharam Tree, on my other blog.<br /><br />Check it out <a href="http://randisblogasana.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-give-you-dharma-tree.html">HERE</a>.<br /><br />It's very exciting and so far it is keeping me very busy, which makes me even more excited!<br /><br />And if you haven't already, you should subscribe to my other blog. It is going to be jammed packed of great things and also, the more public subscribers I have, the cooler I will look :) I only want that to happen because I plan on using this blog to help me get a writing job with holistic health publications. So yes, it would help my career if you subscribed, but you won't regret it. It's going to be BIG!<br /><br />Peace and Loves.Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-4561930134682516382010-09-08T16:03:00.000-06:002010-09-08T17:09:16.020-06:00Playing It Safe. Or, Up With Failure!Well, it's that time of year again.<br />The slight chill in the wind makes us reach for longer sleeves. The buzz of knowledge floats around as many head back to school for another eventful year. Halloween candy and decorations start to creep into the grocery stores. And we say goodbye to another Summer that, yet again, slipped through our fingers.<br /><br />But change is good. Change is inevitable. We know it comes and goes with the seasons, so why not embrace it? I don't know about you, but that's what I've been trying to do lately. My lack of blog posts attest to that. It's a hard, busy thing to let go of old, clunky baggage to make room for the new, more space efficient bags.<br /><br />In my last post I talked about the Summer of Randi. I am happy to report that I feel I fulfilled that Summer theme. More than ever, I am feeling more and more comfortable in my own skin and have allowed myself to evolve. Which is pretty dang neat. I even bought skinny jeans! I always thought that Randi could never do skinny jeans. But I can, even though my hips don't lie.<br /><br />And now school has started, yet again. This past week and a half has been insane trying to get everything in order. Not only did I start this semester with 17 credits, but I also just opened my own Massage space downtown and I auditioned for two shows!<br /><br />Thus leading me to the whole point of this blog post.<br /><br />Newsflash: I'm deathly afraid of failure. I know, I know, so is everyone else, but a lot of the people don't let it stop it from doing things they love. I do. In a bad way. I have perfectly orchestrated my life in such a way that I don't majorly fail at anything. And that means I don't majorly succeed at anything either. Well, I've had enough of that. So, I decided to put myself out there and get involved in theater again, because for all of my fellow thespians out there, I ached for the stage.<br /><br />Long story short, I auditioned for two different shows that Utah State is putting on this semester. Having got a lead in a previous USU show a few years back, I figured I had a pretty good shot. I made calls backs for both shows; I got rejected for both shows. Pain was had, tears were shed, feeling like I was 18 again and getting rejected for my dream role in a production at Fargo South High that led me to not do a show for five years was felt. I was ready to crawl right back into my play-it-safe shell.<br /><br />But amongst the pain and tears, I felt a twinge of joy. There was a part of me that loved feeling failure and rejection. It had been so long since I had done anything to feel a major anything. And I found comfort in knowing that feeling this pain now will make it easier when I feel it again. It will also make success that much sweeter when the time comes. Oh, and it will come. It was like I was challenging myself to step it up instead of sheepishly backing down in the game of life. And in my own, still depressed about it at the moment way, I said, "Bring it on!" Isn't this great news??!!<br /><br />I also learned a lot about preparation, getting my pride bubble significantly popped, working hard for the things I want and all that jazz, but we shall have to save that for another post.<br /><br />In conclusion, I share this with you because a) posting about the things I learn and go through is very therapeutic for me, and b) perhaps someone out there in the blog-0-sphere is going through something similar and can find comfort in knowing that we are meant to feel all emotions. The good, the bad, and the ugly. All can serve us to our liking, whether we believe it or not.<br /><br />I shall leave you with a brilliant quote from my favorite Genie:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifs5JC3cIyrOIwYtEx-VDZXMt6Yy0iHa2lVQ73HogLEbB4D0ww1ryZ84T1B0R-L-egXsxTNe0VEeXqlLU_GDoW9v5GK425zR1EX-lPqSGcZLGHbrooEiUZ2oNFnbCQ8pnFpJkFFluitcLi/s1600/fct_6543562b5f6b4cc.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 209px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifs5JC3cIyrOIwYtEx-VDZXMt6Yy0iHa2lVQ73HogLEbB4D0ww1ryZ84T1B0R-L-egXsxTNe0VEeXqlLU_GDoW9v5GK425zR1EX-lPqSGcZLGHbrooEiUZ2oNFnbCQ8pnFpJkFFluitcLi/s320/fct_6543562b5f6b4cc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514682302533084050" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Until next time.Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-27772621113564692462010-07-13T00:42:00.000-06:002010-07-13T01:44:38.488-06:00Summer Theme 2010It's the middle of July. In case you haven't noticed. I recently realized that summer is half way over and had a mini freak out.<br /><br />As some of you may recall, I have a tendency to label my summers. I blogged about it <a href="http://whattherandi.blogspot.com/2009/05/makeover-summer.html">HERE</a> last summer when I announced the theme of 2009. I regretfully have not been present enough to declare a theme for this summer and now the summer is almost over. What is to be done? Dare I declare a theme halfway through? I dare say that I do.<br /><br />I am very tempted to name this summer Slacker Summer because that is what I've felt like done all summer. Nothing. But really that is not true. I was really burned out after Spring Semester was over. And when I say burned out, I mean Burned. Out. May consisted of sleeping and going on climbing trips that I may or may not post pictures of someday. June was full of cooking, taking more naps, and starting to train for a marathon. And both months were sprinkled with mini quarter life crisis's that led to complete laziness and confusion. Who knew that turning 25 would make me all reflective and indecisive on what I want to do with myself.<br /><br />Now I'm half way through July and I finally feel like I'm back. I learned long ago that breakdowns equal breakthroughs. Can't have one without the other and finally the breakthroughs are shining their bright little lights at the end of the tunnel.<br /><br />::Warning. Cheesy self discovery rant begins now::<br /><br />For most of my life I have let things define me that were not really me. My happiness came from other people being happy with me. As long as I was making everyone happy, I was happy. Over this past year I have made some personal choices that a huge chunk of people in my life disapproved of. And even though it made my soul happy, it crushed the rest of me to know that I had made others sad. I have also lost myself in being a "good wife" and trying to figure out what that was. Turns out what I thought I "should" be isn't me at all. Combine that with a handful of other things, I was torn. Torn between creating a fulfilling life for myself, while still revolving my life around everyone else. I have been learning the hard way that those two things can't live peacefully together. Long story short, I'm done with that way of being.<br /><br />Since I have never lived a life fully confident of my own decisions and not worrying about what everyone and their dog will think, I don't really know how it looks to not be like that. So that, my friends, is what I am devoting the rest of the summer to. I call it......drumroll please......<br />The Summer of Randi. Has a nice, epic, Chinese new year ring to it, don't you think?<br /><br />I could sit here and feel all guilty for wasting the first half of my summer, but really, I don't think it was wasted. It's all part of the master plan of creating happiness. Can't have the good without the bad. Can't have the yin without the yang. And there are signs everywhere reminding me of that. Including the oil and vinegar plate at dinner tonight. I kid you not, it made this shape all on it's own.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0ZMI8kVjhOZQeiM44mefDLSVQe2dxpBTtVdGhIi2c3s4j37SzoiI5HAFhx8C4LE4C8NuI7JQJwMER1GT_sqX3a19jgK9L4gpmfkGxVJD47iwt9gzPaxrcjERZKL2U8OIv9Cgpxm65fpW/s1600/IMG00101-20100712-2006.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgv0ZMI8kVjhOZQeiM44mefDLSVQe2dxpBTtVdGhIi2c3s4j37SzoiI5HAFhx8C4LE4C8NuI7JQJwMER1GT_sqX3a19jgK9L4gpmfkGxVJD47iwt9gzPaxrcjERZKL2U8OIv9Cgpxm65fpW/s320/IMG00101-20100712-2006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5493288910878133170" border="0" /></a><br />So there you have it. Let the Summer of Randi officially begin! And I must add that I feel insanely blessed to have a husband like Chris. He has created such a loving space for me to do what I need to do feel fulfilled and he supports me creating a life where I can pursue my goals and find the balance of being independent and in a relationship. I hope to do the same for him, even though his head is on a little straighter than mine.<br /><br />Please feel free to share your wise insights on finding this balance with me if you have had similar feelings and experiences.<br /><br />In other news, I started another blog! It is my professional blog where I write about yoga, massage, and other holistic things that I love. Please read, subscribe, and comment. The more people interact with me on that blog the more I can use that blog as part of my resume to hopefully write on this subject for larger publications. So check it out at <a href="http://randisblogasana.blogspot.com/">http://randisblogasana.blogspot.com</a>.<br /><br />Ok. Thanks for reading. Loves.Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-72237146822326193492010-05-03T23:41:00.000-06:002010-05-04T00:04:57.783-06:00A Note to the PublicTo whom it may concern,<br /><br />My apologies for my absence as of late. Life is overwhelming me, and I have had no time to devote to this here blog. This post won't be anything to get too excited about, but I just wanted to let you all know that I am still alive and well. But I do have some news.<br /><br />Item One: I am sad to report that Project 365 is no more. I know, I know... it was one of the best things to go on in 2010, but I lost my camera charger and got way behind. That, and having to take a picture everyday kind of took the fun out of taking pictures. It became annoying instead of exciting. So why do something annoying if I don't have to? Also, because of my 18 credit semester, blogging every week about some pictures I took got low on the priority list real fast. My apologies to those that care. But, I will still post lots of photos because that's what I like to to.<br /><br />Item Two: Many changes have been happening in the life of Chrandi (Chris and Randi). We made our first move as a married couple to a great little house so we could get this:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN5otwowIgRAg8uufFlXvPZwCXcFaP5DUmMR8DUbN08_B6-TbqRcL8BBVkB7v85NlVOE-e4zbJ5dFGXFqxX3W-sZGJTAI8tksgra2cW_h3y0vXsTTX23ALSeC41ewASjulrbEflSNcYgYI/s1600/-1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 166px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjN5otwowIgRAg8uufFlXvPZwCXcFaP5DUmMR8DUbN08_B6-TbqRcL8BBVkB7v85NlVOE-e4zbJ5dFGXFqxX3W-sZGJTAI8tksgra2cW_h3y0vXsTTX23ALSeC41ewASjulrbEflSNcYgYI/s320/-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467288030666999378" border="0" /></a>She is an Australian Shepherd and we named her Maeby. Yes, after the Arrested Development character. I love her more than life itself. She has made my life crazier and more sane at the same time. It's magical really. But I have been aching for my own puppy for over five years and I can't believe I actually have one now. Expect to see many more posts about her.<br /><br />Item Three: On April 17th I turned 25 years old. 25, people. I still feel like I'm 18 or something. Pictures from the Birthday Party will be posted soon. To celebrate the fact that I can rent a car, Chris and I bought a washer and dryer! The fact that I actually want my own washer and dryer is proof that I am getting older.<br /><br />Item Four: I got offered a fatty scholarship by the English Department. I don't know why I feel the need to share this. Perhaps it's because I never thought I would have the grades to deserve a scholarship, and I can't brag about it to many people because I have smarty pants friends who are surprised if they don't get scholarships. So this is me letting myself brag.<br /><br />In closing, much has happened, little has been shared. I will get back into the blogging world after this week when I am set free from my mother of a semester. I am even starting a new blog dedicated to holistic health, so stay tuned for that.<br /><br />I wish you all the best in your endeavors,<br /><br />RandiRandi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-43096683444566549992010-03-27T12:15:00.000-06:002010-03-27T18:20:26.496-06:00Project 365: Weddings and WhatnotsAs usual, life is craziness and posting Project 365 is not the priority I would like it to be. But here are some times that were had.<div><br /></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyut-a3h-wQ4IZbWWZ-SM4RUc4prgXwQgvMST3AXn-3JPR2gPnJ2xHaC2J1zzcoF0XkRvG73Z-TUznZaAbgdzeH-GrneTdU3q2WXnoBPhmr02rqmY3kN2o5EISefpDg_mIYmlYhpKniNY/s1600/DSCF0127.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyut-a3h-wQ4IZbWWZ-SM4RUc4prgXwQgvMST3AXn-3JPR2gPnJ2xHaC2J1zzcoF0XkRvG73Z-TUznZaAbgdzeH-GrneTdU3q2WXnoBPhmr02rqmY3kN2o5EISefpDg_mIYmlYhpKniNY/s320/DSCF0127.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453386058954377202" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> <b>March Eighth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a really good book that I get to read for my Medical Anthropology class. I encourage all to read it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS8-mlR15UbtSJGUq6qLPVsEY45MNiyrOjSQ62OTXUo6b7l5fjzuQU9XuQxoTGzkhWqHoZY2ET3PNrqGwwyJF8rjyqwT5ymCXM4b2ANfSShM5z6sbEhMcNYFr4kYBiNASLZJnKYmXD-mM1/s1600/DSCF0080.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS8-mlR15UbtSJGUq6qLPVsEY45MNiyrOjSQ62OTXUo6b7l5fjzuQU9XuQxoTGzkhWqHoZY2ET3PNrqGwwyJF8rjyqwT5ymCXM4b2ANfSShM5z6sbEhMcNYFr4kYBiNASLZJnKYmXD-mM1/s320/DSCF0080.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453383837497793250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> <b>March Ninth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I have a new addiction. Popcorn cooked with coconut oil topped with nutrition yeast. It is the best thing ever and I really can't get enough. I bring it on campus with me and munch on it all day.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi39Z_qxmyzMAoVGmT6YqzRaNMFLJVPq9mFVuc-LMbNQr0rqrxmm174ThcAHZITDylJzw-WEpHVRPdpawC2wnlV2NH2vhoG_D56YEGaNFRk4LTqDpvFgRasjLuJZFm0Lfp5EnxMv5X6qUVS/s1600/DSCF0081.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi39Z_qxmyzMAoVGmT6YqzRaNMFLJVPq9mFVuc-LMbNQr0rqrxmm174ThcAHZITDylJzw-WEpHVRPdpawC2wnlV2NH2vhoG_D56YEGaNFRk4LTqDpvFgRasjLuJZFm0Lfp5EnxMv5X6qUVS/s320/DSCF0081.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453383650481456290" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>March Tenth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">More popcorn. Thank you whomever got us a Whirley Pop for a wedding present.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDFYAU0pd_qdOZKzVGu4wD8ZipuhajxcQqdX1jXWSx4VNW7VTDsGmydjrM2wSDH4PgeuOPdXC7O2-T4NYdajQpv1CzxDX7S-ys94L76h3UEq0K03QyxPJ86HWiVIpVKGL1U8UfRCkuOncu/s1600/DSCF0084.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDFYAU0pd_qdOZKzVGu4wD8ZipuhajxcQqdX1jXWSx4VNW7VTDsGmydjrM2wSDH4PgeuOPdXC7O2-T4NYdajQpv1CzxDX7S-ys94L76h3UEq0K03QyxPJ86HWiVIpVKGL1U8UfRCkuOncu/s320/DSCF0084.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453383472394466418" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> <b>March Eleventh</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Adam and Chelsea got little chickies for their coop. They are the dorable. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp77VIP0PM-zdbLpYE2FDihJejovt5uK5qL0tLgVzFs9blS99rtCtvmXXiURPck4bnfeT5FFbbq-xEVghUDjT8BaS7pGIsREK6-6zGpdtv6sn8tGuzH0dss7r7YUJGp2rFsK6HWrocZWVl/s1600/DSCF0089.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp77VIP0PM-zdbLpYE2FDihJejovt5uK5qL0tLgVzFs9blS99rtCtvmXXiURPck4bnfeT5FFbbq-xEVghUDjT8BaS7pGIsREK6-6zGpdtv6sn8tGuzH0dss7r7YUJGp2rFsK6HWrocZWVl/s320/DSCF0089.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453382716827327730" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>March Twelfth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">My cute mom with her cute brothers and sisters sang a little ditty at Matt's wedding dinner. This is them rehearsing. It was a grand night for all. I love my family.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhflGNy4ydbM3PCAVYM8PT3wzTFsViOrGMz_EuNSpR5LlNhO9DPUu3fYfDQctr_gVOim_Wek4FVsoCVGJDfwyxxe7gdzGePVemANo2WudXvVfqeOnO3Y4HfPJNkPrX3qPTlMXkDZICb034j/s1600/DSCF0093.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhflGNy4ydbM3PCAVYM8PT3wzTFsViOrGMz_EuNSpR5LlNhO9DPUu3fYfDQctr_gVOim_Wek4FVsoCVGJDfwyxxe7gdzGePVemANo2WudXvVfqeOnO3Y4HfPJNkPrX3qPTlMXkDZICb034j/s320/DSCF0093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453382515166049234" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> <b>March Thirteenth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a dance party that was had on the lawn of the Baird's house the morning of Matt's wedding. The boys went for a run, but before, dance party USA. It was an awesome day and Matt married one of the best girls I know. But more on that later.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQpio0QTyXWmbb-vrj5EUo6Wa0aekeWG8PoFYXTqqSO-wKlM3n7VX0TPDudU_L4UBAyTAw0MVJ7dmypFEYl0y_ibGZd1egnLB_ZTJlf3ElkQh2Uy0uzKfADpkhJjkSRCCBJUI4sQNabhQZ/s1600/DSCF0112.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQpio0QTyXWmbb-vrj5EUo6Wa0aekeWG8PoFYXTqqSO-wKlM3n7VX0TPDudU_L4UBAyTAw0MVJ7dmypFEYl0y_ibGZd1egnLB_ZTJlf3ElkQh2Uy0uzKfADpkhJjkSRCCBJUI4sQNabhQZ/s320/DSCF0112.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453382226143764146" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> <b>March Fourteenth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my uncle's house in Sugar House. I love it. But more importantly, I love my uncle. We just chilled here all day with the fam.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisfLI67iDejHUZYHg1zjmy2z7kuPXixV2SYWzlZqcvPKK7sXI6L7kdd158aW2OlaB1WiLeuqPmnABH_n1WQspy8O82ixhBoxDvhQoBNKHsauyH7URWnIOgKK6uNGSO8RLRU6bPn_25CGdH/s1600/DSCF0111.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEisfLI67iDejHUZYHg1zjmy2z7kuPXixV2SYWzlZqcvPKK7sXI6L7kdd158aW2OlaB1WiLeuqPmnABH_n1WQspy8O82ixhBoxDvhQoBNKHsauyH7URWnIOgKK6uNGSO8RLRU6bPn_25CGdH/s320/DSCF0111.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453381906818173618" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> <b>March Fifteenth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Matt and Rachel let us hang out with them before they went to Europe. Cafe Rio never disappoints.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2RrZh-2LwtxfWPQ2CJlMm64aSCMCvLIlHh9TEE5pLFmuUseXV56BhQ-NYIU4tk9Uv6pUiWKXJB6NY4lnEbbVTjfhnu4R-X4PfOfuHGBtR2KpTInlqPCg-LQtwCnpxyYB9bHc2gNRxPxPK/s1600/DSCF0114.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2RrZh-2LwtxfWPQ2CJlMm64aSCMCvLIlHh9TEE5pLFmuUseXV56BhQ-NYIU4tk9Uv6pUiWKXJB6NY4lnEbbVTjfhnu4R-X4PfOfuHGBtR2KpTInlqPCg-LQtwCnpxyYB9bHc2gNRxPxPK/s320/DSCF0114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453381737217590642" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> <b>March Sixteenth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">To celebrate the Springtime Chris, Paul, and Jer put on spandex and went for a bike ride. Devin was also there, but he had no spandex.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiztOka20gwfoTOVsRJTIqkzv6phohMSDIqH6AFuoQH_aiIjBgY3WcvrvwFnWcUWJJcHyrBwhSEVjIAk8xsTmu2NmOJm_h-BY0-_nMaJeFufoQ8_DQW7ILsxGySPugpq5TKOFdS9ITCJUXz/s1600/DSCF0115.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiztOka20gwfoTOVsRJTIqkzv6phohMSDIqH6AFuoQH_aiIjBgY3WcvrvwFnWcUWJJcHyrBwhSEVjIAk8xsTmu2NmOJm_h-BY0-_nMaJeFufoQ8_DQW7ILsxGySPugpq5TKOFdS9ITCJUXz/s320/DSCF0115.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453381547370271250" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> <b>March Seventeenth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Happy St. Patty's day! Here are the lovely Sarah and Dione helping us celebrate. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhea_klKDxDclDB5bSxRrFgcsZlP5pPLZ1JrTTX_zE70CvfI0ypvYSG88fKStJEqDbdJNDnKQ5WwauzXeODSn3xSprbXThlfbOfZpTEfzYrPN5Nq404Aqe4Vjq1KcZq7g8A6QpK3bxKI9jP/s1600/DSCF0117.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhea_klKDxDclDB5bSxRrFgcsZlP5pPLZ1JrTTX_zE70CvfI0ypvYSG88fKStJEqDbdJNDnKQ5WwauzXeODSn3xSprbXThlfbOfZpTEfzYrPN5Nq404Aqe4Vjq1KcZq7g8A6QpK3bxKI9jP/s320/DSCF0117.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453381135433909218" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>March Eighteenth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Behold. The first banana bread I have ever made. It was delicious, if I do say so myself.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWvKqayH90BqbOE4FkAcWZ7b_IynOjKwUt8rJistij3q-Uj0juZTTN5W6K1UWdPEv2mNxwhOnl1lg-ofMlVi82uuWJmRRI7_C7J0EMf9GK5h8tOZqoPxnLHQp-XHTrpHID2kVSP_w8X5wj/s1600/DSCF0121.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWvKqayH90BqbOE4FkAcWZ7b_IynOjKwUt8rJistij3q-Uj0juZTTN5W6K1UWdPEv2mNxwhOnl1lg-ofMlVi82uuWJmRRI7_C7J0EMf9GK5h8tOZqoPxnLHQp-XHTrpHID2kVSP_w8X5wj/s320/DSCF0121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453380918566245714" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;">March Nineteenth</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Huzzah for Chaco weather!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div></b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvndvF8zxNpW3_XpLd1kVLlthnj_REcwCQA90Vy7uR-YlcxTmTNbSidPb4CEwCZIN4-uxQuM2OZzGWRcRNNvEYYOd0tx7l2ZpaEvoYzmxrYpBjhwTfRUH6TSMoStlCL4wyN_HDIwMqoayp/s1600/DSCF0125.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvndvF8zxNpW3_XpLd1kVLlthnj_REcwCQA90Vy7uR-YlcxTmTNbSidPb4CEwCZIN4-uxQuM2OZzGWRcRNNvEYYOd0tx7l2ZpaEvoYzmxrYpBjhwTfRUH6TSMoStlCL4wyN_HDIwMqoayp/s320/DSCF0125.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453380740961920626" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>March Twentieth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Sad times. My orchid I got from Kelly for Christmas has lost all of it's flowers. But it still looks kinda cool. In a naked kind of way.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDeMyhPzsHzLguGpmIW6AWYVJbtp9XUHv3Z-cCJtp6OzLC_7FDN1KpiOeeFD9wrI0VmEZquFBBHijgsiYacpStmP_Po6i8S1qw-fN4Sb9uQ3Rm5Ux0fAfZscyf62GBct33EzMRwlZj7bXv/s1600/DSCF0123.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDeMyhPzsHzLguGpmIW6AWYVJbtp9XUHv3Z-cCJtp6OzLC_7FDN1KpiOeeFD9wrI0VmEZquFBBHijgsiYacpStmP_Po6i8S1qw-fN4Sb9uQ3Rm5Ux0fAfZscyf62GBct33EzMRwlZj7bXv/s320/DSCF0123.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453380492699902818" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>March Twenty-First</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a result of Spring cleaning. Our DI pile is getting bigger and bigger.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And there you have it. Pretty exciting, eh? I think so...... Or do I?......</div></div>Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-86824175624331582312010-03-12T10:37:00.001-07:002010-03-15T11:38:25.170-06:00Project 365: From Nuckett to The Big AppleEnjoy.<div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 254px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8iSWz3cuxsIrzZqmFYjh1fVqsK8_85_8MrGLvRyJwBHYeZZuRYfLhf_iziodfIRMtaOrLYyExXvfxONNQuHhE8Jl4ruPgDvZ4fxoGfhNzC-Ir4EsgKVecZMqjJn2DCOOZJrgM_A2akbEr/s320/DSCF0030.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447804169169009938" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">March First</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Team Nuckett rides again! About two years ago, Chris and I were on a curling team with Devin and Jer. We called ourselves Team Nuckett. Today was a magical reunion of our glorious team. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgN6cuLPM-f_ROr3HN5bPCs_Eoj9uKpd3zp7UyTkvc_9DKLN-86AnDD5yec_BmzjfoGdFzolecRBZMovguhBqcPiVHt4mngdEMi8OiTT1XEUJ25a_oYsc7wCbBSPaJsK14QLFMGsIj4vfjX/s320/DSCF0032.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447808218586252194" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>March Second</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a curious painting in the HYPR building at USU. USU is having The Biggest Loser competition on campus and I got asked to teach a Yoga class for them. It was way fun and I wanted a better picture to represent it, but this is the best I could do.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUCOHfn0frt3NJB7S7jaUp4d8-Rwk-eGm0zSdMGeJisHL2tB2apgXK8mh_xrm1CEXP4d6m3h1f1rJ_FoqdnZX_LIih4Z_3lMxhwpQAzurBxsNChVk96q4qMHYiJ9f4nCR5VxbaKyxMb0Ab/s1600-h/DSCF0033.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUCOHfn0frt3NJB7S7jaUp4d8-Rwk-eGm0zSdMGeJisHL2tB2apgXK8mh_xrm1CEXP4d6m3h1f1rJ_FoqdnZX_LIih4Z_3lMxhwpQAzurBxsNChVk96q4qMHYiJ9f4nCR5VxbaKyxMb0Ab/s320/DSCF0033.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447803800540724434" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> <b>March Third</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">This night I stayed at the Baird's house in SLC because I had to catch a flight to NYC in the morning. They are an incredible family that I have known my whole life. I forgot to take a picture this day, so I shot this picture of the nightstand right before I went to bed.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"> </div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZlwceuK8LMZIQfIxRXE99lq8RLcC_fo5GfrRiHh1sV_9h9ozTNTijrYzaZ2N-lLaC4ZVRe9pTSU0d48_Lt0YoH4rkt3Nzztx_LRqcLsfcotueo64iBvNUdHR3MW7WEt-xrDLriWxGpEiT/s1600-h/DSCF0034.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZlwceuK8LMZIQfIxRXE99lq8RLcC_fo5GfrRiHh1sV_9h9ozTNTijrYzaZ2N-lLaC4ZVRe9pTSU0d48_Lt0YoH4rkt3Nzztx_LRqcLsfcotueo64iBvNUdHR3MW7WEt-xrDLriWxGpEiT/s320/DSCF0034.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447803606137597474" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>March Fourth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is my dear friend Rebeka. We met at my Yoga teacher training in Costa Rica and I haven't seen her since. She lives in New Jersey and I got to stay with her. This is us at her Yoga studio, Pink Lotus.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHcAvPOARtdn4_-71NqX9FGb1jOFCrZrpldG9HBpHe6tOcC8HNZRi0oOR5PpwG-LFsrRC1p3xIXzOMNPapu_TVCFirbtaEwDFdxNA1fAujB-xUJ0nwAnovK2dXVgdcMGu4gFKsPYi-Szdz/s1600-h/DSCF0037.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHcAvPOARtdn4_-71NqX9FGb1jOFCrZrpldG9HBpHe6tOcC8HNZRi0oOR5PpwG-LFsrRC1p3xIXzOMNPapu_TVCFirbtaEwDFdxNA1fAujB-xUJ0nwAnovK2dXVgdcMGu4gFKsPYi-Szdz/s320/DSCF0037.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447803440073932514" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"> <b>March Fifth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Meet David. He wrote the song "Midnight at the Oasis" and is one of the nicest guys I know. Rebeka and I Yoga Studio hopped around NYC and ended up at OM Yoga for a meditation workshop taught by David. It was really wonderful and that is where Chris met up with us. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixkqU9azqzx9D90GZjwHtAlYjeXHDxBMWDKvi5KA9fowCrZrdJqGUCE7HPTTpucwfTHg9HOY_mwHpWHck4PiPF2lu1BwhbB-IkZ4H-lrMym4unDdvKITUvssTiDHlTx9JEy4hoO34tZyhZ/s1600-h/DSCF0063.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixkqU9azqzx9D90GZjwHtAlYjeXHDxBMWDKvi5KA9fowCrZrdJqGUCE7HPTTpucwfTHg9HOY_mwHpWHck4PiPF2lu1BwhbB-IkZ4H-lrMym4unDdvKITUvssTiDHlTx9JEy4hoO34tZyhZ/s320/DSCF0063.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447803261254822386" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;">March Sixth</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">While Chris was stuck in a conference all day, I went to Yogaworks for a class and then strolled around Central Park. There I saw these guys putting on a break dancing show. This guy was the comedic relief. I gave him a dollar.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div></b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS5Nlltc8T2zXRqHaNut8c8EvxAl3FwHr9uYPs094vob7RsKuVgyLLhkEEMxUIoXp0wzh9vxQxPwsEBZ4s0uOJOMgBCOACev8fHoxsxyUM-qT6AiqIxjgXN5SPTaxBs78qNPNlKEf5Jrqx/s1600-h/DSCF0079.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS5Nlltc8T2zXRqHaNut8c8EvxAl3FwHr9uYPs094vob7RsKuVgyLLhkEEMxUIoXp0wzh9vxQxPwsEBZ4s0uOJOMgBCOACev8fHoxsxyUM-qT6AiqIxjgXN5SPTaxBs78qNPNlKEf5Jrqx/s320/DSCF0079.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447803076242479138" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;">March Seventh</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">We are on Times Square! This is right outside of our Hotel Room. The university invited Chris to a conference in NYC and paid his plane ticket and put him up in the Mariott Marquee on Times Spare. So, I tagged along for the good times. It was a great weekend that I will post more about later.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Things have been way crazy this past week, and now I am a week behind in my postings but don't you worry, I will get caught up eventually. And stay tuned for a full New York update and my brother Matt's wedding!!</span></div></b></div>Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-79613299959190305712010-02-28T19:39:00.000-07:002010-02-28T21:48:53.780-07:00Project 365: RecapSo, I've been a little overwhelmed with life lately, which has led to no Project 365 updates for a few weeks. Things have slowed down a bit, for the time being, so here are the latest snid bits of my life. <div><br /><div>Enjoy.</div><div><br /><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilManR6CMPWaQIv5NgoBbqR8sN6_aBDqFRHJtXg2MQBIiGxR249aM48CPxuSKxevnGIlnahLVgDzaeHF4q0BktstbP57cwcLXaQRtwiZWBlyGlisASHj_3WoULXVf4CqPAZszFzAV8qwcx/s320/DSCF8165.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443494033571179602" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February Eighth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Aggie Blue Bikes had this little number on sale. I needed a commuter bike to ride around on when the weather is too harsh for my nicer road bike. I plan to spruce it up a bit, but this is the before pic.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXefoJa8LX8E3ElhDasLB5yDRl1pNgr-Zc4W1sfqoHGkN32oVbLzT27oG4zW91tAf5HfOMxq7kUkC_f5zBXuKebBRT284Lu0Xebn1D-HfIA5kWjF3LrLBoWyMbzcdOFYtOHoFyKnjDBrLA/s320/DSCF8167.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443494218139806914" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February Ninth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I walk by this snowman at least once a day on my way to campus. Sadly, I have watched him melt away into nothing. Today he looked like he had been incarcerated by the sun.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP-fvlvCHsChIS25WnoSFjU8RAr8HuQpO7ShSVgBgM96ONHiLqTHYeDcweJ_tl5DCPCs6tDMKvhEcUuGA3R9HZLpKrmAp4h9S_jCJWCErfD4RgAsD_MEqTRUMKmkFEwplg6QPArQePgyGg/s320/DSCF0027.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443502013366784338" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February Tenth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Meet Panda. He is my USB port. I love him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh7Lh0ToGrUIVfqI8imiEp8n1NeW2anqWPjxMArS7b9dvvzp9MUPNHhrrqga9CzlRaOiTw6i9P3rRetnwCvVz-uumCQ-DjTaFUA700VNPTaB2MGMiseouYo8ledYSV2Pr3U2oPi4dCiyIxH/s320/DSCF8173.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443496581616890610" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February Eleventh</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Some Indian girls on campus were doing Henna tattoos to raise money for their club, so I got one. And I bought a real nice scarf.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKs1XLdWUc_DPnCFW9Gc0JbfTzWZ7B4qJFtQLxInC7Ag7hQskP68UVVsD5IpGKiVf8kBqw2ywMdVmX6QsZ7aRRl6RfYpkTO71MhR8HEjHendyj-TTbUaoO9j38fMYUpVeFrv46gGXFUSgL/s320/DSCF8174.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443496793381102514" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February Twelfth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Yet another Spoon Me visit. I'm an addict.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6k0ykuKHesDoFZTnnc-_SpckY1WFqXs_Fyk7uafHM2avtf3yRLrgnvyLyl2ZnhooqTrvBjROiA5zoieBDCGcfwMlCYAsYlotkEvG5g7DVDnxh-4seRl6EWNy_2sQ5jHbzJAzab0aNdWK9/s320/DSCF0001.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443497535602220034" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February Thirteenth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Some of you may know of the infamous Violent Times Day party. It has been put on by my brother-in-law and his friends for years. It's another option for people to celebrate something other than Valentine's Day. Here is Chris reading his Emo poem by candlelight. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikRsAG_g33jwrOyQBcRYjCwZ7GTNn4KYs2GriUSVCH-rK0E0dLF9gYIbsR3Y2ZxXeyat1OzORi66Sgp9_TAubYNL6udw5wqsYM9wY_gjqCVd5COIeSFveXfOl61ohBoW1qCyAtdj7ugdEF/s320/DSCF0005.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443505352711750034" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February Fourteenth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">The pic didn't turn out that great, but Chris surprised me and took me to an awesome sushi place in Ogden on our way down to Salt Lake. It was oh, so delicious. Thank you, Chris. He is the best Valentine I have ever had.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj44PqZa0PmvG587LD5uYPB7yYwLjtb-KqYto0eT0kPc8g32DkvBDhV1qpgc8vdKdO5uoazqS7NJkXYL540jMlEOsN3U4oyTsN2Q7t_Oj7HGpoTvSp8W9VJyGvpcnUuwXbBHClywUAbqz8N/s320/DSCF0006.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443497770422469794" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February Fifteenth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">We spent the night up in a cabin in Big Cottonwood Canyon with the Brewerton's and their family. It's where Chelsea grew up. We just walked right up to Brighton Ski Resort, enjoyed a great powder day on the mountain, and boarded right down to the front door of the cabin when we were done. Good times were had by all.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHuO1LwzRY1sojpzaGVQn4YqB_Ymfblv4IuuY2eLqztdzFCjiRmCqOhTeQIvrYFT3xOxARnyEOL67tEBZnDwDKN8WpBJOV7-1rWcn6dnrahTIYdsL8vRAw0FwdI-KpEYSuj-nZj-6Rdb4n/s320/DSCF0009.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443497956958113506" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February Sixteenth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">You should be able to guess by now that we spend a lot of time with Adam and Chelsea Brewerton. Well, this night we took advantage of a party of four coupon at The Indian Oven. That's Adam sneaking into my photo.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlkHyucAMCgQfFgI2Gz9vD462yq2aXtpD-_jdMtrZ9c1EPOm9mLZEC0VXSktI72OL_nCacEbQwPtsyK9yOk8o0WQoCFnr_BXBfv5f-Z5RDebvS92UaOP899Kdtgnb4VHHcrEChiHufTqGf/s320/DSCF0010.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443498527737296370" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February Seventeenth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is a one of the desks in one of my English classrooms. If you look closely you can see a Lord of the Rings theme. It's pretty amazing.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-QiZfDLJkQcDmBr2qZYBQ3J1VPHJLHh74uwc4_jlns9Dh6ob-EqQcGxGV_lywklbFArh9PqjobyBBrz3xAyOlpUFpuohcwTt4dIHAfRvBPo7fQAwL9Sp6807z2eM5ZSTsMlcZiqw6lv0B/s320/DSCF0026.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443501798008987906" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February Eighteenth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Chris had to work this night, so I invited Kelly and Casey over to help me get caught up with Project Runway. Originally I just watched the show to keep Casey company, but I got addicted. I'm a sucker when it comes to reality TV, although I hate to admit it. That Heidi Klume... she's so hot right now.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMI2ydz4LaDdYMRu3-Bl52ju_Hpz4utPrtdkrEf8z7CuxbgsC_6xjxLSYZ8V8gClZ75B_7wPA3xQibDRauEC9Sh2TNY-HycIDwIh1_-zD0xXwKQpXhzlv9kprexDfVRsSadBVtUG-0C8nB/s320/DSCF0013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443499409840191442" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February Twentieth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Speaking of addictions... I heart Cafe Rio salads.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4lYG2JQ0zlPjZjNwAwsg7zcL9GgrL2ymVA1qSVE_vj2sRMI7buuV083COoVHa-FprXmw8Vzr7y81iDHgq5xH9nGk5OfTN7P-EeCm579abXQwENH4rp19TPwjZ0psN6zCkD1Bkwm9qnyCV/s320/DSCF0011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443498885352725218" /><b><div style="text-align: center;">February Twenty-First</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Just a typical Sunday in Logan, Utah. A man riding a hot pink BMX bike in a suit through a snowy field. Classic. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div></b><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiJadLzILbyR7wtDLjQ_Za9chNhqXldF42zHyGLsUc4u1e6inhpLFPgC2drozsnG9QJzrOzTKWtuLtvcU1hqCbuDEElfroFVg_TOfpfIQtl-7BJNsW-iRtpqWvRidh8DxxJvEf3MfGrIZKj/s320/DSCF0012.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443499140113746274" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February Twenty-Second</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I love that "family time" consists of hanging out with Chris, Devin, and Koo. I think I married into the best family ever. Don't worry, Koo isn't a violent person all of the time. Just when she plays Carcassone.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJruiKqr4NNkY5ZwEwcBlQaKFEFMNux7itUR0YJk_dYLafNMCpHvWu1NPig_ilsu5Pz1ZBx3EWlFFzu-twm-W5OFwkLnYEuaMRrbie50oIuRwhleNG2B1rQhpLmsuyD7HFa63_jJjvWS0C/s320/DSCF0016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443500115061048290" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February Twenty-Third</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">This was in the yard of a house we are thinking of moving into. It comes with a pancake tree! That's what I'm talkin' about.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDKMCwXfvZJJxTHPcaE-V39UcbIVduk3KRoO4MDOP8Q7kAjzWSfIemVxcx7V5mrGvBRfQN_VMAvliSOmqTA0whjTqJQUTY_AxVGAJSrB7fEbD5zLz-6QVovvT9Tg_T9J-3KKGfYsQ7LU-W/s320/DSCF0017.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443500646073535218" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February Twenty-Fourth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Olga got a makeover. We have been looking into getting a roof rack for a while now, and we found a sweet deal on good ol' Craig's list. Olga looks so hardcore now.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 268px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6OkelJXsOoYBNyHypQ4bELFGLNw4mmmm6Otb2KTsGqmnBnSTaInlzKSv5CZEPA1ECqhGHL1iPKM27y4vx-nFM7B4HwIcPcSqmqRDuzdgocEkNFwlzS4vLjGRvqSF_V-dl1liNGWkto3ey/s320/DSCF0025.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443501112735879618" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February Twenty-Fifth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Behold the eye of a tired college student. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuu3dgzFdXdfsUn3_wt3xHrqauVpxNric3bMi0gr8uoqKzfo1BOy3Bhdp21RrhdRVJj0hXHT4xgaB4oVTsnWcJxGZxxKaV45xnAG070dOcXy6-TH-GpY_NTdLF1p1RndLtubL7Kvym4crt/s320/DSCF0019.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443500897821008578" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February Twenty-Sixth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">This is the coolest part of Chris's new commuter bike. We are now owners of four bikes. I never thought I would be the type of person that would want more than one kind of bike. What is happening to me?</div><div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsMaT8o99mNcypLzcXI6pBYoVQwgIroWmQgwxdzV4OGijuluMgSyIYp72KJJt18sYDdC71uGavQyTxLGXV0OJ5Dcb3KHEhwdPjEpVaYasX6QW4wc_k8GCxexC5xtg6G2xoDmjj1l8hINfI/s320/DSCF0020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443501498785591986" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February Twenty-Seventh</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">USU has this thing going on where you trade in an old sweatshirt for this sweatshirt. The sweatshirt you trade in goes to the people of Haiti. Isn't that neat? I guess it's part of Traditions Week on campus. I don't even know what that is, but I got to help Haiti and get neat hoodie out of it!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieZo2r6vrdAU-xwdsb2RBSqyt2KMr1cdzTJF0AqzmdTWqOCFqvOutmI4EUaft8L5rOVPEYK5sqWlSvHv5-Ivk_pvUH56jayoBlFfjj4icKA95xlKjGnh9a8baaj1RN_Ac8OHSwKzvZKOwy/s1600-h/DSCF0029.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="text-decoration: underline;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieZo2r6vrdAU-xwdsb2RBSqyt2KMr1cdzTJF0AqzmdTWqOCFqvOutmI4EUaft8L5rOVPEYK5sqWlSvHv5-Ivk_pvUH56jayoBlFfjj4icKA95xlKjGnh9a8baaj1RN_Ac8OHSwKzvZKOwy/s320/DSCF0029.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443509457602053698" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">February Twenty-Eighth</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I started teaching Yoga two Sundays a month at Chris's work in Brigham City. It's really cool to teach Yoga to at-risk teenage boys. We had a lot of fun today. I love my job.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, there you have it. Don't you feel better now that you are up to date? I know I do. </div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><b><br /></b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;">P.S. Did you notice I gave my blog a makeover? I dig it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div>Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-35352921854788650002010-02-23T23:38:00.001-07:002010-02-24T00:08:40.274-07:00Winter BluesWell kids,<br /><br />It's that time again. It's the end of February and springtime seems to be eons away. The winter sunshine seems hopeful, until you walk outside and feel the sting of a cold breeze.<br /><br />This time of year lends itself to the lazier days of Randi Martin. For whatever reason, I am quite unmotivated. You may have noticed that there hasn't been a Project 365 post in a while. Don't worry, it's coming. Whenever I get around to it. I hate this feeling because my mind is constantly racing with things I need to do right now and things I need to do in the near future, but my body just lays there on the couch getting caught up on The Bachelor.<br /><br />It doesn't help that I am taking 18 credits of upper division classes. Lesson learned on how much school I can handle each semester.<br /><br />My house is a mess. I finally went grocery shopping yesterday but then ate out again for dinner tonight.<br /><br />It's almost midnight and my body is begging me to do some night time Yoga and go to sleep, but I feel guilty for sleeping when I have so much to do.<br /><br />I'm not even sure why I am blogging about my winter woes. Perhaps it's because I think if I vent about it, the funk I'm in might go away faster. Or maybe you are also experiencing the downfalls that the end of February brings, and reading this might make you feel like you are not alone. Or maybe it's because I am sick of just having Project 365 posts.<br /><br />Chris is not as prone to being as moody as I am (or moody at all), but he is also feelin' it. We both skipped school today to be lame. It was fun, I guess. We deserve a break sometimes. It was nice cuddling on the couch together, eating a big bowl of pasta, and watching Arrested Development.<br /><br />The good news is that I have been in this funk before, and I will probably be in it again this time next year, but that's ok. If any of you knew me back in my "glory days," you know that I was in a funk for years at a time, so this isn't so bad. It's just annoying. This too shall pass.<br /><br />I have just decided to declare weekly goals that will aid in my seasonal recovery.<br /><br />This week's goals:<br /><br />*Don't skip anymore class<br />*Do yoga everyday (even if it's just 10 minutes)<br />*Clean and de-junk just one room of the house...let's say the kitchen.<br /><br />Ok. I feel good about that.<br /><br />Thanks for listening. Maybe, if I feel like it, I will return and report on my goals for the rest of the week.<br /><br />And good luck to you all as Springtime creeps ever so slowly into our lives.Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-76087577639033612732010-02-09T18:41:00.000-07:002010-02-09T19:20:55.733-07:00Project 365Another week another dollar... or something. So, I realize that this may be boring for you guys. I had the intention of doing this project thinking that my life would be a lot more interesting to share. Ah well. Get used to it because we got a whole year of this, baby! <div><br /></div><div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfr_GAUvGSfcjOXkgFkIONWjceGhlIzmDtrJwCQz8_ODsZWwgSWqt7t95TQwjkjMw6EBb2PiomYomAyynq1jNobY8BEQ-jFOBldjcQcgbzC75W6WAwa68QtDet-WGwz_TY43cURnrWNCMt/s320/DSCF8156.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436426882540857186" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February First</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">For date night this week we made another delicious recipe from The Moosewood Cookbook. I bring you Southwest Black Bean Burgers. We topped them fresh spinach and mango salsa. It was pretty much the best thing ever. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUuRdxspEPkAHslL26mKbKKzYnWvCQqtopKWFQUzanlfMlfMZQnTtGvME0xBZazl8lDmTYnWUBAkBQwTHspDuKW1VZ7J7Dzuou2Se1evQbQTJpjcb9kCB8nF77aPbIR6zlhBy9gmiukBpT/s320/DSCF8162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436426701413177170" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February Second</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am not ashamed to admit that I am a huge LOST fan. It started last semester when I watched all five seasons in a month and a half. It was epic. This day was the season premiere of the final season! Chris and I made these amazing "healthy" cupcakes and decorated them to the best of our ability. We gathered with some friends and they provided "Dharma Beer." Don't worry. It's just Apple Beer in Dharma Beer clothing. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqbAPaz723jdFapX9KI_w0Viarp_J5jIpSEPZLWQd2cjOCHDUhmZ9keC0OokSDas1TdZy97erSrATZhohWJeFwc30ixQwGeZSEJR2oUxNmoKBhDzNToSQ6i1CtzorzXQxpKtg22jV_SVe_/s1600-h/DSCF8171.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqbAPaz723jdFapX9KI_w0Viarp_J5jIpSEPZLWQd2cjOCHDUhmZ9keC0OokSDas1TdZy97erSrATZhohWJeFwc30ixQwGeZSEJR2oUxNmoKBhDzNToSQ6i1CtzorzXQxpKtg22jV_SVe_/s320/DSCF8171.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436427861050856914" /></a><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>February Third</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Arrested Development must be one of the best show ever made. Ever. Chris had never seen the second and third season *gasp* so we decided to just watch them all. We just started season two. So. Good. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01zse27-EFKn8fw9KGtJH-MGGzuuLPqLyhkc7YyygZ2iar1POPqwTfFssorjvQkAZYlp4NfLRbvpfo3o6WCL8G9Hg-U57uFmK2VTGzxOkuYcxvmdhrHffK9s1rQJWyQb_f2oJaW6Ama3q/s1600-h/DSCF8163.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj01zse27-EFKn8fw9KGtJH-MGGzuuLPqLyhkc7YyygZ2iar1POPqwTfFssorjvQkAZYlp4NfLRbvpfo3o6WCL8G9Hg-U57uFmK2VTGzxOkuYcxvmdhrHffK9s1rQJWyQb_f2oJaW6Ama3q/s320/DSCF8163.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436426439338735794" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><b>February Fourth</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">I love my little sister-in-law more than life itself. We went to the oh so fabulous Spoon Me for some good eatin'. I know I have bashed Spoon Me in the past, but it has grown on me. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></div></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaakpKTTwwxYiYWutPG1JerJKgbUWUP4xAWT92QFo45x4SuxhYeshqJL-q_7Q3VYSf7kXRqbaXrL2MyaohyAGUOh9cSF3G5LMaautx2UGZKwNKihRXov2iuF6MXv_XmH8KlOSZ0EoWezjj/s1600-h/DSCF8169.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaakpKTTwwxYiYWutPG1JerJKgbUWUP4xAWT92QFo45x4SuxhYeshqJL-q_7Q3VYSf7kXRqbaXrL2MyaohyAGUOh9cSF3G5LMaautx2UGZKwNKihRXov2iuF6MXv_XmH8KlOSZ0EoWezjj/s320/DSCF8169.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436426242515735026" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;">February Fifth</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Meet Todd. He is our whale. He usually hangs over our front door protecting us, but as of late he had joined us on our bookcase. Everyone deserves a change of scenery every once in a while. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div></b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGjjR7L_kBr5nDMwi69no-YRI6uhitsUqeWeW1Y5liSueYOC6SkLDpLJ-eADzIcPZdNYSDnnol7D7DjGXWKm0Sj4LMOPVV3K6p2Djrs77AqxU5flFvXn2FYvyxVlZAVShMkjli74KPuSa/s1600-h/DSCF8164.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsGjjR7L_kBr5nDMwi69no-YRI6uhitsUqeWeW1Y5liSueYOC6SkLDpLJ-eADzIcPZdNYSDnnol7D7DjGXWKm0Sj4LMOPVV3K6p2Djrs77AqxU5flFvXn2FYvyxVlZAVShMkjli74KPuSa/s320/DSCF8164.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436426063182703090" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;">February Sixth</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">I recently started teaching a beginner yoga class at the Whittier Center right across the street from my house on Saturday mornings. I absolutely love it. My students are really great and we just have a good time. It's also a great old building to do Yoga in.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div></b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE7dquRMRNw3INyp1w7enBoahz0rjN3DM8jbsVM51gqgmUvd0leEgdoc6GOBBw-14Lna01dxhSnJp9hSuzT_Hnbb88K4jYYtNr5paaeMgWTkHzU6aAHyFv76G93Ny6T2yrOiturpqTw3zM/s1600-h/DSCF8170.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE7dquRMRNw3INyp1w7enBoahz0rjN3DM8jbsVM51gqgmUvd0leEgdoc6GOBBw-14Lna01dxhSnJp9hSuzT_Hnbb88K4jYYtNr5paaeMgWTkHzU6aAHyFv76G93Ny6T2yrOiturpqTw3zM/s320/DSCF8170.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436424976450906034" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;">February Seventh</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Extreme close up! Can you tell what it is? I will give you a hint. My husband named it Madeline, it is one of the coolest things on the block, and it rhymes with lypewriter. I really hope these things make a comeback, but for now it will serve as a cool decoration.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Welp, that is all for now! Until next week!</span></div></b></div>Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-47999565026057153162010-02-01T22:10:00.000-07:002010-02-01T22:47:43.139-07:00Project 365Yay! I am staying on track. Now maybe I will move on to making posts that aren't just Project 365. Here is the latest.<div><br /></div><div><br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0yW6ZV_ATOvWdcKo9Mwmu6Ftm53DjPUgGPixdQVfPp8cFvcqqQUarC0pybl6LD3kJBrVrNZ1N-k7Q1c3PaRMDpNABpeklwDswexAq78UfnVBqeeSnFQUDe-mbj9Yxf4Pk8XeL6T1kMyBa/s320/DSCF8148.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433512010191634770" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January Twenty-Fifth </b></div><div style="text-align: center;">We switched our date night to Mondays and this time we made pasta and watched a movie. At one point during the night Chris pulled out this beautiful ring to give to me. I guess he planted it there earlier. He is such a romantic.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8pRkap3qKPED54GEdin_Ne-ShgKRJYid4vItYwbyzVp1D7qFdPyM1bBd1HiE2dDsVDc8MrIedElNW0wMK7V9S1PNjliWzs3rweTihW1GMKZGpgKT_eDuGqwdKJfatCQWdsS1xjxkaxhL/s1600-h/DSCF8140.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8pRkap3qKPED54GEdin_Ne-ShgKRJYid4vItYwbyzVp1D7qFdPyM1bBd1HiE2dDsVDc8MrIedElNW0wMK7V9S1PNjliWzs3rweTihW1GMKZGpgKT_eDuGqwdKJfatCQWdsS1xjxkaxhL/s320/DSCF8140.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433512581128373522" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><b>January Twenty-Sixth</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">We study together in the same room quite frequently. Chris was doing some heavy-duty reading and the next time he looked over at me I noticed that he had spun his mustache into quite the do. Good work, honey.</span></div></a><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><b><br /></b></span></span></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6aGPSRfoip_zPGuNbssQa9iwQC39DP-4YL-7PQZJBumlxrYKgfa-vMVcg-hkpBBVjryTxNRR9kQdBdTuFs_upZRDxXV8bf7y1VQKnjRHlo3pqbVNr0JM9BJZHwC3DG7fYVIZ0ljV5YNqn/s1600-h/DSCF8147.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6aGPSRfoip_zPGuNbssQa9iwQC39DP-4YL-7PQZJBumlxrYKgfa-vMVcg-hkpBBVjryTxNRR9kQdBdTuFs_upZRDxXV8bf7y1VQKnjRHlo3pqbVNr0JM9BJZHwC3DG7fYVIZ0ljV5YNqn/s320/DSCF8147.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433512287897314546" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><b>January Twenty-Seventh</b></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;">Playing a lot of Plants vs. Zombies has reminded me to tend to my own, real plants. I love these little guys and I am thrilled that they are still alive. I created them in my Horticulture class semester and they are still with me! </span></div></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs2byUaRjPX2MkIUqt8bCrQa4WMXh7PCQdxRVKYivmZ-5WNAFrWHUreHrdwituKKNmgbr3dfAIle_SJbr925SXJQPdwBZjm1NOtTwai_KecS0SH8Ka0V3awW_2wKpFIOVTtWAs0KeYkKqk/s1600-h/DSCF8157.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 207px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs2byUaRjPX2MkIUqt8bCrQa4WMXh7PCQdxRVKYivmZ-5WNAFrWHUreHrdwituKKNmgbr3dfAIle_SJbr925SXJQPdwBZjm1NOtTwai_KecS0SH8Ka0V3awW_2wKpFIOVTtWAs0KeYkKqk/s320/DSCF8157.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433511734436965138" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January Twenty-Eighth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">And some more of the loads and loads of reading I get to do for school this semester. These books are for my Medical Anthropology class, which is actually an awesome class. I have spent much time with these books this week.</div></div><div><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tTwI27npuBZauVhaLzHmvHJgurWoVuig3wVn9v1O9-siFcPURDRSEO32WB_ZqAXlQZhlU1Mg_Ud6m-uNWKzWz7CFx8Pgw5BbudvmViohEyDcgQ4yOjjh3Hd3lueKI0Np7GVK5ncAIryF/s1600-h/DSCF8152.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj4tTwI27npuBZauVhaLzHmvHJgurWoVuig3wVn9v1O9-siFcPURDRSEO32WB_ZqAXlQZhlU1Mg_Ud6m-uNWKzWz7CFx8Pgw5BbudvmViohEyDcgQ4yOjjh3Hd3lueKI0Np7GVK5ncAIryF/s320/DSCF8152.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433511300959313314" /></a><b><div style="text-align: center;">January Twenty-Ninth</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">My brother-in-law, Devin, has been training hard for months for this very day. I am so proud of him that all of his hard work paid off at a, wait for it, Scrabble Tournament! At the last minute he needed an extra teammate and so Chris got to compete. Well, kind of. He got to be the team score keeper. But still, it was fun. I came, took some pics, ate the food, and read my books. Yay Scrabble! Don't knock it. Scrabble is a great game. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div></b><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimgTbcl2t9OqiAjiImMMNUDxZ2zt-qjDWhL9So2sKse_OSinLhqFG6hcBdnfDKT_VVdrCiTdJVFrUIKo-19kJErBHeX5wowcd75pmyenMKPVKrUN-8UspQU243kqfIdEsd6tENtkno_FKG/s1600-h/DSCF8154.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimgTbcl2t9OqiAjiImMMNUDxZ2zt-qjDWhL9So2sKse_OSinLhqFG6hcBdnfDKT_VVdrCiTdJVFrUIKo-19kJErBHeX5wowcd75pmyenMKPVKrUN-8UspQU243kqfIdEsd6tENtkno_FKG/s320/DSCF8154.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433510763190965090" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January Thirtieth </b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Our friends Adam and Chelsea have the best dog in the world. His name his Chaco and I love him as if he were my own. Chris and Chaco like to have staring contests. It's adorable, really. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0bsLlT3NsQhES0aGO9lRV2l0OGS5PA5K0s8Owac3I85hb1t5EMYwRZHSRarDv49NgDcT7dOEET8qyKYE8retCnk08mCOidNZsrHVAwm6E5OAGmu51BsxMQ-lGNXQAUMKkblqQOOPW_QJq/s1600-h/DSCF8155.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0bsLlT3NsQhES0aGO9lRV2l0OGS5PA5K0s8Owac3I85hb1t5EMYwRZHSRarDv49NgDcT7dOEET8qyKYE8retCnk08mCOidNZsrHVAwm6E5OAGmu51BsxMQ-lGNXQAUMKkblqQOOPW_QJq/s320/DSCF8155.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433510223354796994" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January Thirty-First</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">We met Adam and Chelsea about a year ago. We fell in love and spent pretty much every day last January having a January party. On this last day of January we had a little shin dig to celebrate our one year anniversary. We have a slew of new and old friends over, including my good friend Jeff Cardon, who came up from Salt Lake. One of the items of entertainment was this sticky Lizard thing. Adam sat under it, pretty much like this, for a half hour waiting for it to come down. Sometimes we would forget we stuck it up there and it would fall down and scare everyone. Good times. I love my friends. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Well, there you have it. Until next time, stay in school and don't do drugs. H.A.G.S.<br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div>Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-69020722891103379742010-01-26T14:08:00.000-07:002010-01-26T15:51:50.404-07:00Project 365: Catch Up<div style="text-align: left;">So... it turns out this is harder than I thought. Well, it's not hard, I just keep forgetting and not having time to post. So, sorry this will be a little longer than usual but let me just get up to date.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhy6vGHJobumHGTs09yE3-CgJNT7hjkYUS2sR8OlnAJLktXdpHQg3dwPWtwoIpDQ87OO4G9GApFNZMQvh3bDJ8wrv-D7iIbLA8tDuLiZOMJa3qOoUE5vmrmJMHDakVULx6RoLOovuYXKTJQ/s320/DSCF8101.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431160214432179522" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">January Eighth</span></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Our good friend, Seth Hanks, came to town with his band, The Archer's Apple. They played a grand ol' show and it was so good to see him.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 294px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgHpGxwLm0zecy9ofN0klGGAKWL55iPkuomzRdUm5P5S_g4cCv_jxtBIPdHCOVUA6Sq0GFs5EFfHTOUtvXkQe5KrkEqf8vy_kTFX1el8FN2GkOvvrLY5kD4UxVW20iPFIa2DSalhUSWUM3x/s320/DSCF8105.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431162100194549186" /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January Ninth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am in love. This is my new favorite ice cream. I try to stay away from dairy products, but man. This is heaven in ice cream form.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg8uygt2Cg4M50Hxv_JcwQCLFUxOwdPQShcfEll9q7QW2CQS1yL4OcaDljl-nJ509Owr7iTMLMrkrToJwccyIZxxYDOOugzlib-1V60NadDWDF8nZQj4hA8u5tQFXgc70M_GYQukzdWNjPc/s320/DSCF8103.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431162698831824450" /><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January Tenth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Christmas is officially over. This isn't a good picture but we finally dropped our tree off to go to the Christmas Tree lot in the sky. Fare thee well,old friend.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNKXeMkPTwCCbe7_DKZ9DNN4fUZxrLXaaROXTG_tEEs6xSql-xuW4pMvSF0wI0JvQ_IIw5eoD8METf7FGiMQdAs8oIC3Dq-w0zL50Y4ddThbI-LspHApdtyUD83Ph9UL1SCx_nkoxbVFwP/s320/DSCF8114.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431163283762830386" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January Eleventh</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Today was our two year anniversary of being wed! It was also the first day of the new semester, so we decided to keep it simple. We went to Borders and picked out an amazing vegetarian cookbook called The Moosewood Cookbook. So, we went home, made some dinner (two-rice stuffed squash and roasted pecan brussel sprouts), watched a chick flick, and had a wonderful evening together. I love Chris so much. I can't believe I ended up with a guy like him.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3lIjIoC_nVlMyAaScMsCBnzm0CzyT36Gaet2-C3_cEEwmlLA63FsOuOSTj1emlVWpuEjfu7KS_f-RojAtrStL2iZ4W62DLWfET1Vf1E_IVxPUxzhVWIUlY7CJD1tNKugnSoWtQGF2kcYP/s320/DSCF8118.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431163617052798066" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January Twelfth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, Chris and I have a tendency to get hooked on certain games. One of the latest is Doodle Jump. You can get it for your itouch. I love it and this is my highest score ever! I have not gotten remotely close since. It isn't as high as Chris, but it will do. I know I'm a nerd. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 235px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaCKaUHKBOWezCNIfxGGGv1n6wrOyI4mOK8wZbTV8FfvzbUp-o7_KeCjGk5cXgR4sGO0qgGp8Zd8GI6a9oXf7tKP7s7Ao2umgh3jUS1C6-CWDd5ELWrInioSEx_-3ls4BIZfZOdle0ZzTH/s320/DSCF8119.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431164120720618626" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January Thirteenth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">To try and aid in getting rid of the extra holiday fluff we had acquired over the holidays, we decided to go on a three day apple juice cleanse. We ate and juiced a buttload of apples. Surprisingly, it was a very positive experience and I still like apples.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKnWwWjJxlk0j99EEmetcadF0qL3SLUpKFqH5ZycfzIkpohAGlrHwlJ0RGgV8GWAPGv2ryGF28ZzjTf3vzHPQwMZrK8ZkEI2tlizv2sDlVjYITxqbNY3kMzisPg0K-iqArvJ7tnuBu-tS_/s320/DSCF8122.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431164631584509330" /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">January Fourteenth</span></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Logan may have crappy, polluted winters, </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">but sometimes it is absolutely gorgeous. I love it when the fog freezes around the trees and everything turns into an icicle.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgA_9kZjXcN7iCBcSUYxFXdiyim2mABeNBBjOD-YK-UxZMzy9EK7WqAsyIOK2KvKk6LwWA4QLRc-RcLcXKf4NgeHKxNsUQU1VV9lURsZTQi0CrCLSxi6lcqEy4WocP6eUBfjTNEg6PelDhP/s320/DSCF8121.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431165153739144850" /><div style="text-align: center;">January Fifteenth</div></b><div style="text-align: center;">Another icicle picture. I love it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFifssT0vNw_Q2cXq30TCCsXaIFA6j1D6ZbumUOOZMxcCIYZNOsG6YsrPrC_-YSlRRuXX3si3x2zl9uH6p3WYqh9FjHGefhWY6xRrooX1wTX1ze3RNMweF6KZoUR_w1XGlXjBBgqz1YGgI/s320/DSCF8124.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431165873110871026" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January Sixteenth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Right before I got married, I got to live with the best roommates I've ever had. Chris and I met up with two of them, Kristin and Andrea, and their boys at Typhoon at the Gateway. I miss them greatly and it was so good to see them. Never a dull moment with those two.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhlrKkARh_vkHwYk2KzD1veJpDqfrOdagNDM3QCz1Tr_vW_kMRMHpsdvGzxpcvXDTGY9OXVyXm_ld1xheIUncNbhFMCyv5CzBEksSf8hBMFiMWRTWJxdfW2JoqGlS-E0KIMVpAaZkDjt8qY/s320/DSCF8137.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431166319796704594" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January Seventeenth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">For the long weekend, we went and chilled in Springville with the fam. Sunday was spent playing another game we are addicted to. Plants vs. Zombies. It's how we de-stress ok?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-XF-ffGHrCXf8ipyUVzaC7vckc2UCbkAyagdBUAlTxv2Qu-4aIABC4DdXwONhl-_8dw6neTTrWF0V36dmoKBvLkYQZYRuSkalFbnWa0n7NsBU8qQKsaiEDsWKxRxg8K3S1HEfExIc3qmI/s320/DSCF8132.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431167012565122802" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">January Eighteenth</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">We went out to eat and to a movie with Chris's family on MLK day. We ate at Ginger's Cafe, which happens to be one of my favorite places on earth and where Chris and I went on our first </div><div style="text-align: center;">date. It's on Main Street in Springville. Check it out.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgm8E_N-aIIOMGfSOXtFUdDTcPAIpKfEqIz7J4dXXN7qM5zTTmAS9tiggI4mWACA7Lu0aT_07rwucT1BUJG6MVYO8epa9cCIQFF4J_McojTzwLedkzqDq_UtXxGGpeZJoPIW1g77jP3t8YO/s320/DSCF8143.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431168908225309122" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January Nineteenth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Now, I'm not gluten intolerant, but this pizza crust is wonderful. We make it at least once a week with our homemade pizza sauce and fresh vegetables. I love it. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjt3fEVjunLIWcRWFxG6IGaK9qiweFR40xenLyDqUE8U2W1lGw5-Jthja4KkWk_m9NiO6OlR_Lkv9vPGOxDnTjgUnOD8AQi_NUdHjcx97HMIDcGQPt6E0buLeMVyz9lK_vmqc3i1YMXMOMx/s320/DSCF8136.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431167416769294466" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January Twentieth </b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I successfully beat Plants vs. Zombies! And when you beat the game they play a music video where a sunflower sings and all the zombies dance. It's pretty great. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5DXcHZMRTMJGetGMMiJDVo8zG0Q5jmZ01yj10-gzrLss9sXmArum4b3L0OkwNZYCFyeN_Ro4bKhLrMw2Iim013PBxnCNBw-12Qu82GSQSpKUZ0b6GK5YBzV7YacSJsz3cePWT9co0qF9p/s320/DSCF8138.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431168432331870290" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">January Twenty-first</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Thursday was our date night. We went to eat at the delicious Beehive Grill and then went to Avatar in 3D. It rocked my socks. And we looked pretty fine in our 3D glasses, I might add.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhONlEPSH7jVBgWrCsr43VzMGVDfS-D1LnYMpNLI5SXKe_9UFg8zj4KU7TxwnZnhmcz9VVZ8Y-UiLaYPurkry9hmA88Ewy-8x3zNUpc0sjeOfJJUl5cpjDnx2Z1xYhNkbI49yfiKFrilbRy/s320/DSCF8145.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431178871835572434" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January Twenty-second </b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I get to read this entire bad-boy for one of my literature classes. I'm quite the procrastinator, so I usually end up having marathon reads. I spent most of the weekend with this book.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6UKSEGSyXQW_biclNsfowEILrPe3CEHsq12FZXISNgAn1KofJ0SeOcu6n-LdhyPRnKU_ARiiyxl9pIPn2_Rk3fJCoy6sz_EBHGzZvaYg_3XMkHYltn_qzlb5qu4cM6bZmfzdefCIzN3Mw/s320/DSCF8146.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431179952969547202" /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">January Twenty-Third</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">I also had to read this entire book by Monday for my Non-fiction writing class. Oh, the good times this semester is already bringing!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjxMcSFMQEBJKhxWRHgVh1MJlDXj2sPMsW6JhxwniIBC2c4-dzO9llcGe3xGHUR41LjNrwwkQAAClZJ9o4ZbgMjNeUoqXe27j7m8qGEDgNUnjgvedIBNaAxnqaDny1aruA0D-Jj8iNg2oNG/s320/DSCF8144.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431181747671925218" /><b>January Twenty-Fourth</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I am finally getting around to growing wheatgrass! I have had the supplies for a few months now, but finally I got myself a nice patch of grass. And today I put some into my green smoothie. I like wheatgrass because it is good for me, but also, I miss seeing green this time of year. It's amazing how much this little tray of grass can boost my winter blues.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">And there you have it. I decided that posting on Sundays will be a lot more convenient that posting on Fridays, so stay tuned! Hopefully I will never have to do this long of a post again. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-63291842389230827502010-01-08T17:52:00.000-07:002010-01-08T19:39:41.267-07:00Project 365: Round one<div style="text-align: left;">So, I'm doing it.</div><div><br /></div><div>My good friend, Andrea, gave me the idea with her entertaining blog and many moons ago I decided I was going to do it when the New Year came. So, it's the New Year.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>What does this mean for you, my faithful readers? Well, for 365 days, I will attempt</div><div>to take at least one picture a day and blog about it once a week. So, let's say every Friday-ish, expect to get a recap of the week before. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Why I am doing such a thing? I don't know. I think it will be fun. Some of my many New Years Resolutions are to just be purely myself more publicly (I know that is a weird resolution but it makes sense to me) and to blog more and make it more entertaining for myself and those that read. So, this is a great way to kills two birds, if you will. Also, I got a new digital camera for Christmas! Hazzah!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">So get ready for RAW, UNEDITED, ALL RANDI, ALL THE TIME!!!!! Just like you always wanted...</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyAFD5VCsMq9QroNCcd8HbiSqFUTuEskTFyZbzTf3FhIOGWb1oqYmSp_bbO_WN_vZiIiC3VQkkrkpQFkfSMAMienCVUN6TY9XGWFG1PFhPMyn3mS6jkznz6JZrkVPyqgSbf1HQoLcf6nRF/s320/DSCF8077.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424541245439596626" /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">January First</span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">I was lucky enough to ring in the New Year with Tor-kul-na. A beloved creature from the nerdiest game I have experienced in real life. Heroscape. It's like a mix of Risk and Dungeons </div><div style="text-align: center;">and Dragons. It also takes at least an hour to just set up! No, I have not played it. No, I will not play it. But, but my husband has and did THREE times on New Years Day with his siblings. Happy New Year.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGslAL_8uroufkPoZ6H7UJpE3zun5cw-9F6WTDPbmHPaH97uan6TzA43FmwJQcxP_sY5gMD_DWQZtGgC7kl0d4KE8BmiNiIKlcQF8zFPj_F7xlj1Cmqmu8OBdlm9Bpm35bvuWo1qTFs50o/s320/DSCF8085.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424543782964441698" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>January Second</b></div><div style="text-align: center;">I have a history of being very connected to the cars I drive. From the Lobster Superstar to Glory Moses, I have decorated my car with the same nicknacks and buttons to really make it my own. A week before I got married, Chris and I both crashed Glory Moses (at</div><div style="text-align: center;"> separate times and within a few hours of each other) that eventually lead to his death. So we started our marriage with a black, 1999 VW Jetta named Olga. She's a great car and has been really good to us, but for some reason, I never decorated her like she was my own. Well, two years later, after a deep clean and an oil change, I decided it was time. Buddha and lawn gnome are now proudly displayed, along with some buttons up on the roof and beads and hemp necklaces around the rearview mirror.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgdYlxR2BYGXDSopK95W0v9fyIH9zBGEqtB_UBdA_J89q524I7Zo9jLwO95aMIoSq96rNxtbnXY-f1My954ZpTmg5onKa31d13ROB-LBlYyoclvsXoOOOC9KqzhK_z45itzhmJgY10OwzlT/s320/DSCF8093.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424546589850437346" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">January Third</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">My good friend from Fargo, Jenny, and her boyfriend came out to Utah to experience the greatest snow on earth. Chris has a season pass to Powder Mountain for work, so we went there. It was my first run of the season, so there were some falls and some swears, but it was a grand time for all. Luckily, we got to take advantage of the hot tub at Jenny and Dave's hotel afterward.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoV5PEnHMCfM29cA2wvQhToFSKdIBhsbPcniGnDCK5mgpLVI-Z9Uxgz19s8fgzhSVBCE-WZb9eml8FtoEXSpNfRFweS844CU8AGB6AY9u4CMeNOtTUTHPG0oLQOwBrZuQgOQXc61Onq-AT/s320/DSCF8096.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424548156887401586" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">January Fourth</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">Attention all ladies. For all of those that suffer from lady-time cramps, meet your new best friend. No, it's not what you think it is. It's better. And legal. It's Red Raspberry leaf tea. I have been taking an online herbology course and this is where I learned of this magical plant. I had some of this tea this week and it has worked wonders! I encourage all to partake. It is also good for pregnant women and aids in all female reproductive issues.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZCqOPaF5ukwE1vsqVaP_DQWN14seLwmnisZVSgN7e1eqBZDMkxZ1X1hxvgaJLGO2C5lNxR0ol0S3S1qkHbqms_yLtG7rK_DujSu21sEUnL81vdwa-xNYGADQdzdzyexuP-kKhVp2YHQba/s320/DSCF8098.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424555672867209778" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">January Fifth</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">So, I couldn't figure out how to flip this around. Whateves. Behold the newest member of the Martin Family. I have had the same backpacking backpack for a real long time. Although I did love my Gregory Palisade, I couldn't help but lust over the new Osprey packs. And thanks to our addiction to checking SteepandCheap.com, I was able to get one for quite the discount. I could not resist. Too bad it's so cold out. I can't wait to use this bad boy in the out of doors.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgajyHXJoCDh-2VjCx5TpTz6Ns_oIRz0DA7g_jcBqtwKWRkKmzUemoO0Gy9v0VvuivCWpZtS2HOItobefMbmmI223-1td5Pv6ot1RGWrfdA-t0nsrICE5zKMLeSBv6n2GBxNSd0m3fdauoy/s320/DSCF8095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424557706128137426" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; ">January Sixth</span></div><b><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Our oven has been broken since the end of September. Three of the burners worked, so we have been able to manage, but we haven't been able to bake anything for months. This saddens me, what with it being cookie baking season and all. But finally, our landlord delivered a newish oven. Chris had a hard time parting with our retro green oven. It really added character to our kitchen and matched our lovely green sink. Although it was hard for him to say goodbye, he handled it like a champ.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8vwOtflJkssnqi58Zeus1RL2nsqWQ0fhTKSPFeGW82jbI7k87XNzk3SRB0LG5pd_xly0J15cKwv1ONj6T-TOOEHULEkQZ8yPwtw2wN0Tcb0SS2cLPNQQbnG3rtoJxOOAktqwFjh4NTBAG/s320/DSCF8100.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424560698670848658" /><div style="text-align: center;">January Seventh</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">Here is one of my homemade business cards/punch card for my little massage business. I was a little afraid of venturing off on my own with massage but it has been going really well. I gave three massages this day and two of them rescheduled! Good times for all! </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;">So there you have it. My first week of Project 365. I hoped you enjoyed it. I did. And next week, more merriment shall ensue. Until then, good day and good night. </span></div></b>Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-83842464697553386952010-01-04T11:23:00.000-07:002010-01-04T13:32:16.862-07:00Well, here it is.Since the beginning of July, I have been pondering and praying on if I would ever really make this post. I have debated over clever titles and themes to express what I am about to write, but I have just decided to just write and see what comes out. Hopefully, it won't be too long and that boring.<br /><br />A little disclaimer: If you are not of the Mormon faith, or not that familiar with Mormons, a lot of things that I mention will not make any sense. Also, this post might not even be that big of a deal to you. And to all readers, if you get bored just scan down to "In conclusion."<br /><br />For those of you that know me well, you know that I love people. I love my friends and family more than anything. I love meeting people, making connections, staying in contact, talking for hours, and making silly random phone calls texts just to say hi. And I don't know if you have noticed, but you probably haven't heard from me in a while. If you have, it has only been quite recently and here is why.<br /><br />I like to say that I am on a "Spiritual Journey." Now, you might say in response, "So what? Everyone is on one. Good for you." Well, with my experience in the Mormon faith, Spiritual Journeys are encouraged, but only if it fits in with the Mormon way of life and you end up in the Mormon faith. I'm not saying this is true, but I'm just saying that this is my experience. So, when I realized that my little journey would take me outside of the Mormon church, I kind of freaked out.<br /><br />For a bagillion reasons, I was finding myself not spiritually fulfilled in the LDS faith. It wasn't making me happy, like it did in the past. And after guilting myself into reasons that weren't true as to why I was unhappy, I decided to finally get real with myself and with God. This was not easy. This was not fun. But, it is what I deserved to do. And I knew that if I didn't do it, I would mentally and emotionally go back to a place that I worked so hard to get out of. Luckily, I have an amazing husband that helped me create a space of love for me to do this, because I was not getting it from my bishop, even though I gave him a chance to help me.<br /><br />The next series of event are some of the most sacred conversations I have ever had with God. Because of that, I will not share them here, but what I want you to know is that they happened. Some people reading this may not believe in God, or may not be able to fathom that God would lead me to these actions, but it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is what is real for me. <br /> *And a little side note, the only thing that matters is what is real for you. Just because I receive one answer doesn't mean you will receive the same answer. So, please don't let my experience offend your beliefs or discredit things you believe to be or not to be true.<br /><br />After I "got real" as to what was going on and what I felt moved to do, I felt so much peace and unconditional love inside. A feeling I don't ever remember feeling this strongly. But after I left the comforts of my own home, I realized I had to deal with everyone else. I got a huge pit in my stomach when I thought about what my friends and family would think. How would they ever understand my actions? What if this or that person knew? They would be so disappointed. Would they still love me? Would they still want me around their kids? Can they tell by what I'm wearing that I'm not active anymore? Would they wish I had never married into their family?<br /><br />I know some of you may laugh at my worries, but they were so real. So, I did the only thing I could do at the time, and that was to isolate myself. Until I could gain more confidence in myself and not care so much what people thought of me, I just had to keep to myself. That is why I have been distant. I was judging all of you, before you had a chance to judge me. And, I'm deeply sorry for that. But I needed to love myself before I could let anyone else love me.<br /><br />So that is really what I have been working on the most these past few months and I am happy to report that I am seriously getting there. And this blog post is a big part of that process for me. Some of you may think that this post isn't necessary. This is all personal and no one needs to know about it. Well, I am here to say, that I do need to do this. I just want it all to be out there partly so I can stop worrying about what so and so will think if they ever knew, and partly because I feel that people shouldn't feel ashamed to talk about it. In the culture that I live in, it is so hard to talk about doubts and even harder to act on those doubts. It shouldn't be that way. So, this is my way of talking about it and making it ok. I love you and I miss you. I miss being my social self and I am done with being ashamed of who I am and what I am going through.<br /><br />In conclusion:<br /><br />I love the Mormon church. I love that I was raised Mormon, that I served a mission, and that I got married in the Temple. I still consider those things to be sacred events in my life and I am thankful that they happened. I am not angry or bitter or anything like that. I still like being apart of events that happen in the Mormon world (well, the ones I can be apart of), so please don't feel like you can't be yourself around me. I won't be offended or mad if you talk about Mormon things around me.<br /><br />Where I am at now is that still don't know how I feel about a lot of things. And to me, that is really exciting. I will never close the door to the church, but for now, it is not where I need to be. There is still more for me to learn from being on the "outside," and when it is time for me to be somewhere else, I know that I will be led there. But in the mean time, I am having a great time searching and finding things that really work for me and finding things that don't. And I really am happier and at more at peace than I have been in a really long time.<br /><br />Some of you may be freaking out and racking your brain as to how you can help me. Well, let me help you help me. Just love me. Don't treat me any different than you did before. Feel free to pray for me, but I ask that you pray for me to find what works for me, not what works for you. Please, don't preach to me. I love hearing what you believe if it comes up, but preaching will have a negative effect. And please, please don't worry and don't be sad. I know that some of you reading this feel those two things and it kills me inside that something that is making me happier and healthier is making someone else worried and sad. And if you choose to feel that, I guess I can't stop you, but I just ask that you trust me.<br /><br />And where is Chris is all of this? Well, his story is his and if you are curious about the details, just ask him. But, I will say that he has joined me on the Spiritual Journey train, and is has been really great for us.<br /><br />I am afraid this is getting too long, so if you have any questions or anything, don't be afraid to ask. If you can't tell, I'm open to talking about it. Oh, and if you know of someone that doesn't read this blog who would like to be filled in on the spiritual life of Randi, then please share it with them.<br /><br />A big thank you to those who I have already talked to about this. You have no idea how much your love and support has helped me.<br /><br />On a lighter note, this blog shall continue as normal. Stay tuned for some holiday adventure recaps and some new and exciting goals for 2010!Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-5054433226233860432009-12-06T10:20:00.000-07:002009-12-06T11:06:19.844-07:00Giving Thanks 09<div style="text-align: left;">I am going to get a Christmas Tree today, so this is my last chance to justify writing about Thanksgiving.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>And what a grand Thanksgiving it was!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I would say that the biggest thing I am thankful for over the Holidays is my family. I have an incredible immediate family, but I also got to marry into one of the best families around. They have always welcomed me in with open arms and I'm so glad that they are as weird as I am. I have so much fun with them. And this Thanksgiving did not disappoint.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>For the second year in a row we have ventured out to the wonderful and magical Lincoln, Nebraska! Chris's brother, Dan, and his wife, Courtney live there.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Oh, and Rudy is there, too. Sorry guys, but he is the real reason I agree to drive to Nebraska. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIxOUwthHc7mbQlAxrwn21jbn9LNkMsSrxaa3LPHFsruUqAFjgIbvFVMZkOb7ylhS1Kc0Yh_DDxeYM6Gh7b7PuYshfp93EpamJDu0Pj3suebtRt5QOmVzDw7QHX1jW8Zf0IPjLUBGZwReA/s320/IMG_1278.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412176346270331282" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Devin, Katie, Jeff, Chris, and I spent four days in Nebraska and roughly 25 hours in a car. Times were had. Here are some highlights.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Thanksgiving dinner was a hit, once again. Not bad for not having parents around. I made the Olsen family Wild Rice Stuffing and everything else went really well. I think we ate a total of 72 rolls over the course of the weekend. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVDtTVJ863Rdo4_HG9KhrKanMmCILLsUU35myGUHSlZl4QUNJIB_Oqy6BybHVhL_gp4Whca1AoNi75u6YdlO9FKRTGVQvBJaiA3M-Whi7-Czl7uD2SzuRZ2l8r3ONFt6Fhfyh59F1McLmz/s320/IMG_1255.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412177596029655218" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Thanksgiving Day isn't complete for Devin and Chris unless they beat Mario Brothers 3 from start to finish, without warping. Here is Devin in action.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNJTnAYBjxUWN0XaGlLNGSGhj2JGQ4Eg2y_KeSNvQoLfk7F146q5lyVWPlPz9xJW_-28o_CNv_hcSlvwBAXGXztpzVDnytthPqUkrktYd28qoTbAjV_R8-WO_YEteKOAG4U88nFlBqIGcg/s320/IMG_1263.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412178273422704066" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">A new Nebraska tradition is goin' shootin' the day after Turkey Day. We shoot clay pigeons, so don't worry. I am proud to say that I shot three this year, which is a record for me.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSkD4b9urFziSCewhXJOtx3pHJBMG_zL4vicwgqIJCjadkpq0FlhaaMhK_ul3uMiefSRI3HiAxwVUiA8ToXd15o32UqyoUFVSNw9EEzVHz4S9c26uDOPMHUmFvzz0pVT3YDkuI0b_UYu9s/s320/IMG_1272.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412179308183400706" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLmd9NzqF32XXeGbOyKVLLJIYiBes3sNpZd6Z0W9C13HdNClqFFFNKNiF7JxnfvzUzXWEb0_ePCR4WQNzBkYzPMqgDzLVFBpgo60cl79MTxQU0vVqiGmFh9L4NldtE-5IS9Rlm4M8HBqrM/s320/IMG_1274.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412180202465440386" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">We also ventured to The Omaha Zoo. Enjoyment ensued.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuGZtCIIl-SQFxeNvULZdhzKrItzOLI3Nroqzmf9I98gPf5H8br3BuOeEN2k7wg5xen2i1D2ORu__YTb0wNNLqKwtRceK-6HgfpCODt3eT9zQo3n7kWqF46yZx8nbGydrBqkRgAgz-7JS3/s400/zoo.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412183793251879874" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><div style="text-align: left;">A lost of video games were played over the course for four days. Towards the end, the girls got a little bored, so Katie, Courtney, and I got pedi's while the boys played Smash. </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEig5az2I58wn6pac7m-V4G7aKhq560-X22oo098WsxacagFRmfGHnx2VZ7hlOptnKKbcMe9xZKIWnJHRmDqPiujE9aI5GjK5kfAYBeLngDW-n-BfUnyfAh-jplh6AQwsmS7tAjuBV1grMUq/s320/IMG_1350.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412184442506886722" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">It definitely was another successful trip to Nebraska. Hopefully, there will be more. And thank you Dan and Courtney for having us! </div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div>Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-48533241610096739142009-11-09T12:55:00.000-07:002009-11-10T13:21:21.052-07:00Hallowed Ween<div style="text-align: left;">For most girls, Halloween is a time to dress up, well, skanky. Any character, occupation, or object magically becomes skanky. Skanky pirate, skanky nurse, skanky bumble bee, you name it. Halloween is the perfect opportunity to show off some of that skin that might otherwise be socially unacceptable, especially in Utah.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>I, on the other hand, have always had a different agenda. The past few years I have been far from skanky.</div><div><br /></div><div>Notice the less than flattering full body jumpsuit I sported for my April O'Neil costume one year.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiG68N6OyVn-IhggPDtKmzBp9cLpEsj7AgOMy3AtArsJlPuNZ_JhPsy8a8WnE8xDZV5j9dqheDkRNbJ3bxjeMwWVuXs8CYBUJtL75TSRtNiBC634C_eAuEPfOZpoR02hUmYRogsVSmQJpKh/s400/fall+05+111.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402197348400384610" />And then there was the ever so attractive Red Dwarf and Black Hole combo.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPu6dk6FzsRLaaIlN4Fi_4xk_ZqI8ltCo70IiejAIONpTqc_try-VE9E_uAmrcSpHZqv3IRq2FOl0gowmJ-OqLiPCWDg4DZvRdu7fybTAgu_6MEq0F4m0-EOY9ta2ZpYiGYO20QlGpKnG6/s400/IMG_5462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402198514040489250" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;">But, none can beat this year's legendary duo. I give you Wayne and Garth.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDCtQFOGuRbjIM7eMzyEXOBTSfeEyQF0ue7gm9KkZuiBmeUHpwfaghlgduOjzeDmRmc88LPHBoVee7aSrqfyxoMmy7mI9Ld9djmyZxbO-C-cyAdc5c4f1fmha2mypQvSw4v4q5W186ZUBN/s400/IMG_1202.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402201062286109650" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div>I have been wanting to be Wayne and Garth with someone since the beginning of time, so as nasty as I am as a blonde, it was worth it.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">We got to sport this ensemble twice this year. The first time was at the first annual Squash Bash put on by our friends Adam and Chelsea. What is a Squash Bash, you ask? Well, it's hard to describe, but lets just say that there is a lot of singin and dancin and squash bashin. Chris and I did karaoke to Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen. An obvious choice if you are familiar with Wayne's World.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The next night, which was Halloween, was spent at USU's production of Sweeney Todd, which was incredible. Some of my friends were in it, and it was top notch. Good work, friends.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">But my favorite part of the Halloween season is the infamous Pumpkin Blow. I posted about it last year, as some of you may recall. It happens every year on the Saturday after Halloween. This is our third year partaking in this little America splendor. Behold.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 292px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEivD0HfhSWhZRDohyLGBOWfFOE-25LYw45DGp5A2sfuabIbymGtdk0d495W5u93TiSmRM9qDgxvz1n6dagF_5WkjtYJ0_KsC16NzUD3IMqK8ho3BQkoQKZ75CLYp9BuE8idXxbYlKJhyphenhyphenO1G/s400/IMG_1212.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402204904699947378" />80 sticks of dynamite were used this year. Notice how it is nicely tucked away in the pile of pumpkins.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">Before...<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYRrd24z-6TXTLst67SuB57VRfx_WuUkQTNsx21R1Yhf_xJrBo-TZRWt8V5CBi7_UnAIlaQn6seLinDfh5ASLpp_LDNkkC7oTG9z64-GqJG07ZvyqGvlt5hx0OA-uuAHi3NDe3otpwwHbC/s400/IMG_1216.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402205399033558626" /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">After.<br /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyz1lgKcW8Xte7haU41XEJpYOqq8BG5nsjubkkr0BRufFiwEnTMeVpS759Hi-LJEV-Dn2engtNjVxnW3cmbqA-bYwVvY5tPLH-CZP1pOv23Xw36WWOtHoervUFJIP9kdcNBd1jT2hkTl4Z/s400/IMG_1227.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402205837017189762" /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div></div><div>I tried uploading a video of the festivities but blogger won't let me. Well just know that the explosion has never been this big before. It was literally raining pumpkins. One even whacked me in the bum; a war wound that was gladly earned. </div><div><br /></div><div>So maybe Halloween isn't my most attractive holiday, but I have a good time. Perhaps next year will bring out a more skanky Randi, but for now I will stick to nappy fun Randi and blowing things up.</div>Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-41598553607453509922009-11-02T12:36:00.000-07:002009-11-02T13:25:46.245-07:00Makeover Summer resultsFor those faithful What the Crap readers, you may recall a blog written at the beginning of the summer called Makeover Summer. And for those that didn't read it or need a refresher, you can check it out <a href="http://whattherandi.blogspot.com/2009/05/makeover-summer.html">HERE</a>.<br /><br />In this blog, I went off about some of the lofty goals I had set for the summer. Here is a report.<br /><br />*Getting my body in gear: Well, I must say that this one was a success. As you may have gathered from my previous post, I got way into Yoga this summer. It is a great way to trick your body into good shape because it is so enjoyable to do and so good for the soul. I don't have "the hottest body this side of the Mississippi" like I had hoped, but I did lose about eight pounds and I look a wee bit more toned.<br /><br />*Eating habits: this one was, also, a success in my eyes. I fell in love with fruits and veggies and the Farmers Market. I still eat my fair share of sweets and not-so-good things but all in moderation, my friends. Every June Chris and I are vegetarians. Just for kicks. This June Chris bailed on our little tradition but I took it on with open arms and am still going strong. I even subscribed to Vegetarian Times! I just love how much better my body feels when I don't eat meat. And vegetarian dishes tend to be healthier in general. But, I will say, even though I "wax vegetarian" I am not a full vegetarian. I still eat meat if someone cooks it for me or I just feel like it. I don't really believe in totally cutting things out of your diet (unless you have to for certain health conditions) because it messes with your head. It takes away your power to choose. Like with sweets, for example. The moment I say no more sugar, is the moment I crave it like no one's business. Again, its all in moderation. Read the book Intuitive Eating. It changed my life and my relationship with food.<br /><br />*My house: A mini success. For a while there, I was getting sick of my apartment. It took going house hunting to make me fall in love with it again. There are a lot of hell holes out there and I am thankful for where I live and not having to worry about so much stuff. I did a lot of fun projects like taking down a gaudy wallpaper border and painting the wall, got some new bedding, rearranged a bit, took a big box of stuff to the DI, got new plates, painted some old frames some really cool colors and got some new art work. Even though there is still some clutter in the house, it looks a lot better and I love to be in every room, which was the goal. A huge thanks goes out to the lovely and talented Mr. Jeff Cardon. He came up one weekend and helped me re-d0 a bunch of stuff. And I got one of his paintings, which is amazing. Seriously, if any one out there needs any help with anything, he is your man.<br /><br />*Wardrobe: mmmm not so much. I kind of dropped the ball on this one. I did buy a few new things and got rid of some old things but nothing to write home about. This goal is kind of a costly one. But I have been allowing myself to be more girly in what I wear. I guess I did buy a buttload of cool jewelry at the Farmer's Market. So, more of an accessories makeover than a wardrobe makeover.<br /><br />*And finally, mini goals: yes and no. Yes, I did play two shows since that post. No, I did not write new music or write for fun. No, I did not decrease my Facebook time. No, I did not pay off my credit card, but I did make a good dent in it. No, I did not garden. And no, I did not build up my massage clientel. It was quite a slow summer at the Spa I work at and it's been quite a slow Fall. And so, I quit there and started working from home again, which is really exciting and I am already busier at home than I was at the spa! Good times. I did read a lot of books and I take more time to pamper myself. That was a huge one for me. I have really taken the time to fall in love with myself and get to know myself again. I know that sounds kind of cheesy, but it has been easy for me to get lost in being married and revolving my life around someone else. Over these past few months I have really made an effort to do things for me and learn to balance that with being married. And that whole process is another post entirely that maybe I will have the courage to write someday. The journey I have taken (and am still on) to get to this healthy balance isn't really one a lot of people in my life would be a fan of, but it's been really great. And I have an awesome husband.<br /><br />So, there you have it. All in all, I would say Makeover Summer was a hit. I H.A.G.S. (had a great summer. Do you remember writing that in yearbooks?)<br />It was the perfect theme for my summer, I think. Who knows, it might even be next summer's theme. Wouldn't that be crazy? And if you didn't do it this summer, do it next summer, or next month, or next week. You never know what will happen, but I promise it is worth it.Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823271868222626382.post-4503538652461111702009-10-13T22:58:00.000-06:002009-10-13T23:28:34.966-06:00Summa Time<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Hey friends.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Yes, it has been a while since I have posted and posted something neat. So much happens in life that I just can't keep up the postings.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div>Life is good and busy. Before I fill you in on the here and now, here are some things that happened that were fun.</div><div><br /></div><div>In July Chris and I got to run the Green River with our friends, Adam and Chelsea, and their family. We did a section called Ladore. It was 18 miles and it took us around 5 days. It was heaven. No phones, no internet, I didn't even wear a watch. If only real life could be like this.</div><div><br /></div><div>Here are some hot pics. (These come up kind of small, but you can click on it to make it bigger)</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGO-Jpq91sSrv-luXD0qJsjeGZHa7bWwreIZDDDlxnpgWbkBcYnP_0RnBqPkPpzHsdAnJfLJusvT_QG3-0bYfGZB_njDYxqkOpXz-1Z2yDLw6RSeWRGuLjeJK9Y_ZAYFuE6pw3PP8EGgqY/s400/River+trip.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392317259372314914" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div></div><div><div style="text-align: left;">Another thing that happened this summer was that I got to go to Costa Rica for two weeks. I went there to fulfill a goal I have had for a while of being a certified Yoga instructor. After many hours on the internet and many phone calls, I came across this 2 week intensive Yoga Teacher Training certification in Costa Rica. It was the best option for me time wise and money wise and it just felt like something I was meant to be apart of. So, from August 14th-30th I was livin it up in the jungle. Eat, sleep, and yoga was my life and I loved it. I met incredible people and ate the most amazing food. I not only did I learn so much about Yoga, I learned so much about myself. I really miss it.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Here are some hot pics from Costa Rica.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC4aHVohFVcVqLaLeAnNOP8Zc5I_LHY7753KrH9j1rVEkhq5rWEqA3SZd4mmhX2OxE05FJlaHEJnrR6K0c-6Fwv31_ZnktnIu7vR-7Se9cJSPK4CfpF-Y-zhmhx3GJFqr-A5Re8anWi0Gw/s400/Costa+Rica.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392319403083156594" /><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNIYLbbiMMbZrYW3oFzHrVqF6ZxiUjGMpgiZlyg7FPu4MEEqi8J19ioh7R2ab7B_cRn-IKnuM0z4x7rspERWv2yDRLkMCcxvcLXM8JAmbhYbA5VOOzMB2AssCd-s2leZMvWanPkxmLC-7j/s400/Costa+Rica+2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392319945914263538" /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>I was really blessed to have such an awesome summer. I left out a few other grand trips to Moab, Fargo, and Bozeman. Not much to report on those. They were just really fun.</div><div>I got back from Costa Rica a week after school started and was instantly bombarded with the pressures of getting caught up in my classes and getting back to work. </div><div>I am liking my 16 credits, working part time at a spa, and teaching yoga. Oh, I started teaching a beginner yoga class at a chiropractor's office once a week. I love it. I love yoga. Everyone should do it. It will change your life. </div><div><br /></div><div>Well, thats all for now. Stay tuned for updates on how my "Makeover Summer" went and other current events!</div><div><br /></div><div>I love you.</div>Randi Kayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05173310118500324171noreply@blogger.com2