Gotta let it out

When your Saturday night looked a little like this, it is hard to remember where Sunday went.

Actually, I worked a double last night, which means I was working from 3 pm- 8 am. I still haven't slept and I am wondering when I am going to get tired. Even after skiing for two hours, still wasn't tired. I have been up for over 36 hours. What is wrong with me?

Skiing today was beautiful. I know it is Sunday and by my own standards, I really shouldn't have gone out on the slope. But I was up at the mountain any way so I thought I would make a few runs. I met up with my friend John and we did a couple runs together. I like skiing with other people, it makes me more confident. Having some one to ski with is always worth a few laughs too.
I can't quit thinking about how beautiful it was on the mountain today. Blue bird skies, no wind, a chill in the air, only a few people on the mountain and a friend to share it all with.
For the past few weeks everyday has felt like the best day ever. I don't know why. I could get yelled at by a patron at work and five minutes later I think, "Man, today is great!" Call me resilient.


I made two loaves of sourdough bread this weekend. They were devoured by the beasts and a can of Nutella.

I found these

Gina will probably kill me for posting these but...whatever.
I found my digital pictures from senior prom the other night while looking for a pair of scissors in my desk. There are a whole slew of photos from 2004 on the disk but the Prom ones called to be posted on the interweb.

25? Why are you not married?

Yes, I did get asked that today. Again. For the 2nd time this week.

So why are people asking me this?

Good question.
For those of you who don't live in Utah, that may have stumbled upon my blog, being female, not a return missionary, and single at the age of 25 in Utah means there is something wrong with you.

What is wrong with me?

I am a radical. An extremist. A hippie. A brazen woman.

Really?

No.

I am none of these things.

I'm not marries because I haven't met the right person.

This could be due to the fact that I call a spade a spade, I speak out at inopportune times, I don't trust easily, I have opinions I share often and don't change easily. I some times go a month without shaving my legs (but I cover them up so you can't tell). I swear....like a sailor. I lived an equal amount of months outside as I did in a house last year. I wear Carhartts. I drive a Subaru with stickers on the trunk window that read "Quit eating babies America! Eat more poetry" and "Protect Wild Utah" and "No Farms. No Food". I shop organic. I can repack the baring in a bike wheel, overhaul a drive train, adjust the breaks and fit someone to a bike better than most guys.

I am not married not because I compost, vote, quilt, cook dinner for three people nearly every night of the week, have a BS in journalism, garden, ride a bike, make bread weekly, ski, play violin, minored in music, collect vinyl records, scrap book, crochet, start my garden from seed, love making people smile, give willingly, wear high heals, love unconditionally. Because I'm 32 flavors and then some.

I'm not married because it hasn't happened yet.

Plain and simple.

Bread

Bread has once again taken over my life. Outside of working, skiing, reading, preparing the garden, and training, I have been geeking out about bread. No, I am not working at a shop again (sadly) but since my roommates and I are trying to cut costs and I have the ability to make bread, I have become the head bread maker in our house. It has been great to take on that responsibility again since I love making a really good loaf of bread.
Since getting a starter going again my bread production has increased and my excitement for bread as well. There is something great about having a really good starter that makes bread production that much better.
I fed the starter tonight in preparation for tomorrows dough. Giddy and smiling I head to bed knowing that the microorganisms are having a party in the glass bowl sitting on my counter top. mmm.....

MLK Day

While listening to npr this morning, I heard a really great news cast on Martin Luther King Jr. It took me back to when I went to DC for the fourth of July in 2008 and got to stand where Martin Luther King stood and gave his "I Have A Dream" speech. It was so empowering to stand in front of the Lincoln Memorial, looking over The Mall and imagining being there. I have imagined myself as Martin Luther King Jr., telling the country that I dream of the day when my children are judged not by the color of their skin but the content of their character.


Having grown up with racism being a huge part of my life, I know what it feels like to have people judge you by the color of your skin. I know the feeling of being told you are a terrible person because of your beliefs. Because I know how that feels, I don't want to ever impose those feelings on someone else.
I want to fight racism in all of it's forms, against all the people of the world. We should take pride in being human and unite as such. I love that the world is diverse and is full of people with all different skin pigment variations and the cultures that are associated with them. But I don't want to put people in a corner because of their skin difference.
Over the past few months I have come to realize that the only way anything to change in this world is if everyone wants it to change. We have to unite for change to make it happen. I want to see that change happen with my generation and future generations to come. Lets make every day MLK day.