my day at the zoo

What better way to spend a Saturday than at the zoo romping around with friends? As a zoo lover, I can't believe it has taken me four years of living in Utah to make my way up to the Hogle Zoo in Salt Lake.

 I think I'm about the same size as a gorilla. Is that a good thing or a bad thing?

There was supposed to be an elephant in the back of this, but you just never know what you're going to get when you hand your camera to someone to snap a pic for you. 

 I realized when I was going through my pictures that I otter of taken a few pictures with real animals not just fake ones, but I would be lion if I told you that I didn't love taking pictures with the fakies...

No day at the zoo is complete without ice cream cones.

Hogle Zoo, you were quite small and I was really mad that the otters weren't out and that the foxes were sleeping, but I still had a wonderful day and I am always satisfied by adorable animals. 

peace. love. and animals. 

my first Jazz game

I've sort of got this list going of things that I want to do before I graduate from BYU and leave Provo. It's not a real list because it's more of a thing where I occasionally think to myself I should do that, and then I store it in some sort of mental compartment that I 100% forget about until it becomes relevant again. But, a lot of the things that I have been thinking I should finally do have just been kind of happening for me without any real effort or planning of my own. It's actually almost a little weird. I think this is the universe's way of preparing me to leave Provo. (knock on wood because now that I just said that I am going to be in Provo the rest of my life, what?)

One of these things was to go to a Jazz game, because it seems like something I should do. I just don't really care a ton about professional basketball. Ok yeah, maybe not at all, sorry!! I didn't grow up in a basketball loving family (but not basketball hating either, basketball indifferent?), maybe because no one in my family is particularly tall so we are not the best basketball players ourselves, who knows? (mental note I should go to another BYU basketball game before I graduate...) Kudos to you if you love it. I support you and think you are great.

Anyways, Hilary's brother-in-law offered her some tickets to a Jazz game, so why not? I actually didn't even make it till the last quarter because of a meeting that went quite long, but I still wanted to go sort of just so that I could say I did. (Don't worry I know that that is a little weird.)

 Even if I was only there for a rather short amount of time given that it takes an hour to drive up to Salt Lake, I still enjoyed it. 

The Jazz lost. But, I suppose given my Georgia pride, I should be a Hawks fan anyways. Are they any good? I don't know, but I don't really think so? Help me! (Can we talk about college football instead? As a southern girl, that's the stuff I grew up on.)

Regardless of my professional basketball ignorance, I had fun. I can't believe I didn't make any jokes about jazz hands when I was there. 

Well in conclusion, GO JAZZ! SPORTZ!

Oh, and aside from the conclusion! I also walked out on frozen Utah Lake which I had never done before for some reason and had also made mental note to do. What? It was beautiful, but also very cold (yeah that's probably why I've never done it before).

peace. love. and sports.