Flashback Friday

High wasted denim.. hair-sprayed hair and my dads “I’m an architect and I wear flowy button up shirts with weird designs that look like mitochondria” all wrapped in one. Perfect recipe for a 90’s photo op to me.
Happy Friday.
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Flashback Friday

One of those kind of weekends.

It was one of those kind of weekends. That makes you think something bad doesn’t? wrong again, it was one of the best weekends.  I randomly decided to go home for the weekend, because my sister had one extra seat in her car, so I couldn’t pass it up.
On the way down, I got to go out with a friend of mine, had a great time. (even though we went to a BYU game; the enemy)
I got down to Vegas friday night and almost immediately got together with some friendships, headed to the movies. My buddy Big Mike gets cold in movie theaters, as you can tell.
Saturday morning, some of my best friends and I woke up at the butt crack of dawn and drove up to Red Rock to go on a nice little hike.
I was so pumped for this. Just to be outside felt amazing.
We lost the trail quite a few times, but it fed to our adventure hungry selves. Turned into more of a challenging hike… we were up for it.
Couldnt have asked for better weather.
da boys
Catherina and I
me clarifying how I could never model.
Blake….
….being Blake.
Eldon and Dylan
Belle
Blake is the perfect boy scout, he brought first aid, granola bars, oranges, enough to go around twice. He was born for the outdoors.
At the top
Writing our thoughts in the book
LV valley
i super love her
the group at the top.
we decided to run down as fast as we could without falling. It was so fun, and so invigorating. This got me so pumped for Spring and summer. Oh yes.
On Sunday we went to Logandale to Melina’s casa to watch the Super Bowl, Ate great food, chatted with family.. oh and i rode in the trunk all the way there.
Me and my momma were matching and had a photoshoot thanks to Channi’s iphone skills. Aren’t we adorable? We sorta look alike dont we? My momma’s a hawty.
Couldn’t have asked for a better weekend, with better company. 
My family and friends are so great. 
It was one of those perfect kind of weekends.
One of those kind of weekends.

Week of Gratitude

 This right here is going to be all about the past week, that i’m going to smash into one post. This being because i’m a busy female. Although a lot of stuff has happened, many of the events actually all coordinate to be all things i’m grateful for this year.  In order of occurence, lets do this.
I’M GRATEFUL FOR: Chad Hogan’s party
in a nut shell {a very popular comedian based in Britain created a joke about American parties and used a random American name (that being “Chad Hogan”) as his example of who threw this hypothetical American party. A lot of his followers are from Scotland and find this joke to be HILARIOUS.. So Scottish people found my friend (Chad Hogan) from Logan, UT who goes to Utah State, and started adding him on facebook. nut shell being shorter, BBC contacted Chad Hogan and asked if they could come film an episode of his tv show at his house while having a party} pretty hilarious right? If you want to know more about this joke go HERE.. its the actually joke, that i dont really find funny, but whaterr.
 scene from the party. it was awkward because there were cameras and really bright lights outside the house and inside camera men. We tried to act natural but at times it was impossible to not act different when the camera was around.
met a dude friend with similar shoes. not  many guys try and pull off boots. props to you stranger who i thought was named Trey the whole night.. but really is Seth. I’M GRATEFUL FOR: The NBA being back, so i can torment the Jazz fans just cuz.
I’M GRATEFUL FOR: friendships, and pre-Thanksgiving dinners with these friends. The friends that last, and every time you hang out with them you realize why you became friends from the beginning. Not only people that came to this dinner but many, many others. Friendships that give you inspiration or help you be a better you. Cheers to friends.
We had a small group over for a pre-thanksgiving dinner, and it turned out incredibly well. So delicious, and good conversation with good people.
tons of laughs, obvi.
we had a discussion of how many people put whipped cream on their cranberry sauce.. apparently its just me. Do any of you also do this?
 I got home for the break, and was able to celebrate Brandeis’ birthday. I’m grateful for cousins, and cousin-in laws.
 Now for the real deal. The 24th of Nov blessed us with wonderful weather. So we set up all the tables outside.
I’M GRATEFUL FOR: Las Vegas weather, family that i rarely get to see, and the ones i see all the time, Jeff’s mashed potato recipe, and Sister Goronson’s pies.
 I’M EXTREMELY GRATEFUL FOR: the little sister I always wanted, and her being from a far away foreign land, so we get to experience simple American things all over again through her. Oh and her putting up with us, and how crazy we are. AND, how she brings travel and culture to me, when i can’t be physically doing it right now.
oh the weather. delicious.
 I’M GRATEFUL FOR: art and the outlet it provides me. Also, education and the opportunity I have to attend a college and take art classes, even though at times I want to stab my professors, I know in the long haul its all for my own artistic growth. The garage I stole for my studio for the weekend.
thursday night mom, Katy, Catherina, and I ventured out to stores for black friday. Were out til 2:30 a.m. and crazy loopy by the time we were done. BUT, i felt so proud of myself, because I requested a song on the new jelli station in LV while we were waiting for Target to open and it came on! I’m enjoying my grunge 90’s kick lately.
I’M GRATEFUL FOR: music. which is an obvious one for a lot of people. but it means so much to me. i’m grateful that the song ‘while my guitar gently weeps’ by Martin Luther McCoy is blowing my mind right now.  
as the weekend came to a close I got yogurt and looked at the beginning of the Christmas lights with my old friends Shelby and Matthew.
All of this week got me so pumped for winter break.
Since i’m here and all i thought i’d list a couple more things…
I’M GRATEFUL FOR:
Jesus Christ
spotify
Odilon Redon (especially his book to Himself)
Across the Universe
mum and dad
Adobe Suite
post its
left-overs
waterproof boots
my cadillac
chapstick
hot tubs
crossfit
Robyn being Canadian
No shave November (for obvious reasons)
Dancing
TopShop coming to Vegas
travel
live music
IMDb.com/App
Firehouse
missionaries
cottage cheese
sports (especially UNLV’s win this weekend)
Happiness
 
I swear i thought of 5 guhzillion things on the drive back to Logan today, but I guess it will just have to wait til next year. Hope your week was full of thanks, and giving. Now, let my final projects go by fast and smoothly. love you all.
Week of Gratitude

Viani’s

Yeah I totally forgot to say that me and Catherina skyped with her whole family this weekend too. From Vegas all the way to La Spezia, Italy.
I think the Viani’s are fantastic, and hope to meet them in person one day. I mean of course they are fantastic, they gave us Catherina. duh.
Also Its funny that Catherina’s brothers name is Lorenzo, because my real name is Loren (for those of you who didnt know).. and his nickname is Lori.. ummm, say what? creepy.
Viani’s

11.11.11 weekend of firsts

Mucho happened this weekend. Which I love. I thrive on being busy and always having people to go see and random busniess to do. Me and sister Catherina shopped quite a bit this weekend. Hit up three malls downtown, ate delicious food, and enjoyed the sweet Vegas air. I especially love finding things Catherina has never done and making sure she experiences them. Its the bestest.
She has never tasted root beer so we HAD to get on that, dont worry we got the good stuff, ya know, IBC root beer.
this went down right about 11:11 Also. lucky us.
the next fine day we met up with some other family and shopped somemore. Her First time to Urban Outfitter and Anthro. OH! and first thrift shopping experience.
One of the other reasons i came down this weekend was to of course reunite with Blake… it was so great to see the boys back together again.
Later we HAD to have a fire, and then show Catherina S’mores.
Kevin Bacon addicts.
It was a fabulous time together this weekend. I am loving her time with us.
11.11.11 weekend of firsts

The simple life

This weekend I had a long trip home planned. I planned it for a number of reasons and was really excited and in need of the time away from school and work. I decided to break up the drive a bit and make a pit stop in Enterprise, Utah to visit the Honey’s (my grandparents). One of the best decisions, because my eyes were opened to so many wonderful things through spending time with these inspired people.
We went to Marv’s. The only local restaurant Enterprise has. Its basically a burger/shake type place. pretty tasty
This whole visit was me observing actions and lifestyle of them. These hands are beautiful. You can just tell the character that has been embedded into them through hours of hands-on hard work. It explains so much.
small towns seem to show how theres always a familiar face anywhere you go… expecially at the one and only restaurant. Here they are talking tractors or crops.
The simple life. I’ve found that as years go by, interests change and the most important things in our life, evolve. When I first arrived at their house I walked in the red door i’ve walked in hundreds of times, and saw them both sitting at the dining table together cracking pecan shells. It was their project for the day. They insist I sit down. I thank them. I grab a nut and start cracking. We then talk about the weather.
My grandpa insists I take some squash and melon home to my folks. He names off the different types of produce he found with enthusiasm. He gets the wheel barrel. I offer to roll it myself. He says, oh no no, this is an old mans job. I chuckle to myself.
Theres something about this house. Its not easy to explain, but here’s my attempt. My cousins and siblings and I know that there was never a dull trip to grandma and grandpa honey’s house growing up. It was a constant adventure, and so much to explore in the back yard alone. The wood piles. Old trailers. Christmas tree lot. And old ‘stuff’ to play with/on/around.
Going back and visiting now gives me crazy flash backs. It reveals the gorgeous colors of the things i used to play with as a child. Its all the same. Same spot, just where I (we) placed them.
reminiscent smells and shapes
The company of my grandparents was priceless time that I will cherish forever. One on one time. At times I felt like I was interviewing them. Sucking all the knowledge I could. They word things in a completely different language than anyone else. Could be the generation difference, but to be honest, they have beautiful insight that If worded differently wouldnt have the same richness and charm.
my visit was almost over and there had been something that I was feeling so impressed to ask them but just hadn’t yet. We stood up to give hugs and send me on my way and I perked up and asked their opinion on how to have a successful relationship, and how they keep the love alive in their relationship.
 With no hesitation my grandfather says, “well first of all you gotta really like the person, you cant just say well he’s an attractive dude, thats enough (he really said dude too)….. But I would really tell you that you must be accommodating with this person.  you have to really be in love with them, and tell them every morning you love them and every night you love them…”
grandma tunes in: “.. you must kiss them everyday”
grandpa: “..yes kiss them, and you should pray together morning and night, we kneel at the end of our bed twice a day, together. We also go to the temple. GO to the temple. Then go to the temple again. and a again and again.”
I was loving how my grandpa took the lead on this question, and you could just tell he was incredibly passionate about his answer and was very thorough. I’ll never forget it. In the middle of this talk my grandma walks over and hugs him, and they peck and you can just feel the pure love they have for eachother.
My favorite part of this whole experience was just the observation of their lives. Talk of gardens. The weather. What dishes to bring to thanksgiving. and how they used to buy things for a nickel.
To them, It doesnt matter who the next winner of American Idol is, or wearing j.crews newest fall sweater. I look up to them more than words can explain. I don’t think they know that.
the simple, beautiful life.
The simple life

Liverpool, Russia, Zambia

 I’m gonna lay it out for you guys. This past weekend was a
ROLLER COASTER: Of fantastic, and overwhelm. I was really excited to go home for my buddies mission farewell, and to hang out with familia, etc. I left Logan at 5 a.m. and was feeling SO GOOD, ready for an amazing drive whilst being left with my thoughts and my music, and my beverages of choice. And was going to get home at a really decent time so I’d have another day in my city.
THEN, Priscilla (my car of almost 3 years) DIED on me. I was 13 miles out of Filmore, and she took her last breath.
So I chillaxed on the side of the highway while Priscilla was in between the merging lane and the right hand lane.
like so..
Luckily it was pretty warm out, and not snowing or other nonsense weather that Utah gives us. Blessing #1
I got a tow, never had to do that before. But it went very smoothly. Blessing#2
For about the next 5 hours I hung out with men of this sort.. really kind, old cute small town types. Blessing #3
then I had to say goodbye, which was sorta weird. You know what i mean when I say you get attached to cars.
Memories in this BEAUT. gotta check out this one, & the beaver incident, & here, lastly, the beginning.
Since I didnt have transportation I got to take the shuttle from Filmore all the way to Vegas. Luckily I hadnt missed it yet. Blessing #4  But I had a crap load of stuff from my car that i had to clean out. I looked like a traveling Gypsy. The locals HAD to have thought there was something wrong with me.
In fact I had plenty of time to explore Filmore. Which is basically one street
When i finally got on the shuttle, things started looking up. I met an amazing girl that is transferring to USU next semester and we had great talks about traveling and  why Utah State is FANTASTIC. We plan on keeping in contact and maybe even living together next semester.
A car dies, but a friend is born. ha  Blessing #5
Then I got on my second shuttle in St. George. I met some really intriguing amazing people.   A lady from Liverpool, England. A man from Russia, and a kid from Zambia.
They all had the coolest stories to tell and i was just eating it all up.
Lady from Liverpool Story:
Her husband used to work for Paul McCartney’s father way back in the day. One day her husband heard Paul downstairs in the house, and asked if he could go meet him and his other children, etc. Paul’s father said, “uh, yeah i guess so… I don’t think Paul will go very far in life…”
Little did he know.
Russian Man’s Story:
This man was in St. George for the Senior Olympics and had been traveling all over the world for this senior Olympics. Apparently he’s a big deal in the games as a swimmer. I was intrigued.
Zambia boys story:
This kid was who i sat next to, and he told me about how he was adopted by a soldier from Michigan when he was 12, and it now 21. But that in Zambia he was beat by his family and considered sort of a slave on the farm he worked on. Now, his inspiration is Michael Jackson, and travels the U.S. to dance, and is trying to make it big in the Dance world. Next stop: Miami.
The whole trip became worth it through meeting these people, when i wouldnt have met them and had these personal conversations other wise. Brought me joy when I was having a rough day.
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When i finally made it home i was welcomed by my parents telling me we were going to finally get the exchange student we had been waiting for. I was ECSTATIC!! and once again thought to myself how could this weekend get better considering the circumstances of Thursday, but they absolutely did.
Vegas sunsets make the most beautiful treat. Almost looks like cotton candy. But my favorite part is the reflection of the rich pinks and purples in the gutter water. Simple, but I love it. blessing #6
Saturday was pumpkin carving party day. We had chili and corn bread and family and friends over.
MEET: CATHERINA!! She is my Italian sister. This was her first time carving a pumpkin. Oh, and earlier in the day we got her, her first slurpee. I love spending time with her, and learning things about her culture and life. It never gets old to me, I can never stop learning. BLESSING #7
One of my besties Kat came and joined in the festivities.
Jack Skellington, king of the pumpkin patch.
Brandeis and Jeri, Melina and Jeff and the kids also joined.
After this crazy weekend of new and unexpected events, i had to say goodbye and head back up to school. Catherina already feels like a sister of mine. The little sister I never had:D
Oh i never told you guys how i’m getting up to school .. well i inherited the Cadillac in our household. Blessing #8. Her name is Cruella the Flow Rider. I like her. Even though i feel sorta like a granny in her. OR! like a thug. More so the latter, because DUH, i’m a thug at heart.
couldnt believe the view driving back up. The lighting was so beautiful, and picturesque. I had to share it with you guys. blessing #9. So even though the trip started in an unfortunate way, i was blessed so much and everything fell into better place than i could even imagine. Last day of shorts mix coming soon…
Liverpool, Russia, Zambia