Creole Wisdom

the social rooster

•This is a story about how I went to the fair, the fair, along with sorority sisters, on public transportation, on a Saturday, still hung over from viral eye issues... and survived.  Thrived!!!
•Blog readers, I give you... the birthing center.  Men like to wait outside (please roll your eyes along with me).

•and behold, the famous foot picture.  mental note: flip flops + tons of people + bad sidewalks = bad idea.

•I live for the poultry building.  I do.  I love those birds.  I could of spent all day there.  I think they are gorgeous, and we even got a rooster to "talk" to us on command (video coming later)

•I took my fair share of bird pictures.  I am just obsessed with them.  Someday I will frame them all and keep them in my kitchen.  Oh, and this is coming from a city girl who was never around chickens and likes them in pens or on her plate...

•Yes, let's not forget where I'm from.  After all, who wears madras shorts and a lacoste polo around livestock- complete with monogrammed bag?  I almost donned my cowgirl boots, but they would of clashed.  Bless my heart.
•On to the actual rides... just one. The best view in town


•And, clearly... the photo of the day:

quarantine.

•It was Wednesday, my second day at work and third full day back at the sorority house.  With recruitment meetings running almost all morning and then some into the night plus work... you know- something had to go bad.
•Yesterday mom picked me up for a little dinner out at Pizza Nea, mmm.  I ran into the restroom before we sat down and looked in the mirror as I was washing my hands and saw... A BLOODSHOT EYE. 
•Then. I started. To swear.
•I dropped f-bombs all the way down the (empty) hallway.  This is not the time for pink eye...

(flash forward to sorority recruitment)
•"Hi, I'm Katie, don't you want to join my house?" with an ugly red eye... um, probably not.

•I get back out to the table and start crying.  Cause, you know, I'm a drama queen and don't do well with eye issues, see this.
•The waiter comes by and looks at me like I am crazy.  Then mom ordered the quattro fromaggio, and my tears slow down.

THIS IS NOT THE TIME FOR THIS.  I have work. school. recruitment.  Ahhh. Just the thought of some toddler's poop bacteria swimming in my eye was so upsetting.  And I am so careful with germs... how (sob) could this happen (sob) to me?  I am hand sanitizer, gloves, 45-seconds of hand washing queen!

I get back to the sorority house and put up my quarantine sign.  I am not about to get anyone else sick.  Then I watched Barack Obama with a cold compress.

Thank goodness Alicia had her left-over pink eye drops and administered two for me (yes, I know that is wrong, but sharing medication is how I roll).  Picture this: me with my head back in a desk chair on the third floor of the sorority house, kind sister leaning over me... oh, so classy. 

Today, doctor's verdict: viral infection, not pink eye, and my eye is looking better- albeit I still have glasses on.  That was a close call. 

lucky.

I didn't like second hand stuff growing up.  I wanted new, new, new and had expensive taste (my poor parents! sorry!) 

But then- I started to love vintage as much as I love new, and found myself seeking out the funky places and taking on goodies from friends/family. 

It was another- I am becoming just like my mother moment (you know, it starts to happen once adulthood sets in)

So, thank you dad, for the hand-me-down iphone that was a pain in the $%#! to set up, but so worth it.  I love hand me downs. Ones like this:

So now, I can check my e-mail whenever and even look on my blog.  It is so great.  And last night I was giving stock market updates to my sorority sisters, even though I can't really read what it says!

Here is where you, dear readers come in: help find me a cute case/accessories for this beauty?  Etsy shops?  Sites?  Fill me in!

xoxo
CW

my prairie

•On Tuesday night my family and I (plus second cousin Katy) drove downtown for a dinner of sushi followed by the most fantastic production I have ever seen:
•Little House on the Prairie, the musical, at the guthrie...
•The entire play, it just made me want to weep... it was so beautiful.  I have never seen something like that.  It was every childhood fantasy come to life (I was unnaturally obsessed, and I mean unnaturally with Little House growing up).  It was good, Midwestern childhood with trips to the real Walnut Grove, summers spent watching the show, and an entire hardcover collection of Ingalls books... Oh, did I leave out the Halloween costume? 
•The guthrie: what can I say.  It's like the best theater in the country.  And the new building designed by the grandfather of one of my sorority sister's boyfriends looks so grand.  It was huge, spacious.  A long call from the old, tiny guthrie next to The Walker.


•And Melissa Gilbert, who played "Ma" signed my program... Ahhh.  Bliss!
•I hate to admit this, but usually I get bored during plays/musicals, but I can tell you- when this comes to your town you will not be disappointed!

a story of two katy/ie(s)

•This is the story of two cousins, second cousins actually, and you know you come from a big family when you have second cousins who are close to your age.
•Sweet-sixteen Katy came and visited my parents and I arrived home just in time to have her for one day...

•When I think of Katy a few words/phrases/memories come to mind:
SWEET book-worm horse-lover freckles hulla-hoop contest at grandma's "girls night" years ago... intelligent wise-beyond-her-years bit by the travel bug SUSHI EATING...


•Just yesterday Katy was an adorable four-year-old who we all thought was going to be a redhead, but her lovely mane has turned a golden brown! 
•We enjoyed/endured:
Getting Henna tatoos at the Somalian Market being screamed at by a psycho Somalian woman who scared the s&#t out of me for taking a picture of her shop lunch at big bowl borders for stephenie meyer books figuring out that our family is pretty much divine secrets of the ya-ya sisterhood: giant, catholic, crazy... but entertaining nonetheless!

the wild wild west.

•Photos taken by Dan, their own vintage pistol.  Katie get your gun... So, if you ever go to play at the Garfield house, know that they will offer you delicious, home cooked food, a cute dog to love, and guns to pose with!

cookie time

•I cannot write this post without thinking of dear Nie.  I have been praying, fasted, and continue to pray as well as read her sister CJane's blog about any news/progress.  Like many other bloggers, Nie has inspired me, and I think she would truly approve of this entry. 
•Dear bloggers, I do think of you often.  Is that not normal?  We are connected somehow in a unique way.
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•Because my newlywed buddies put me up for a few days it was only right that I cook for them in their darling, vintage Provo home.  I made Pioneer Woman's oatmeal crispies.  Probably my second favorite cookie now.  I am in love.  With the simplicity, the crispiness, and the fact that they were a hit at "cookie night."

•My friends, Dan and Robynn- happy with the stack of...

•delicious.  light.  food orgasm.  oatmeal crispies.  with, oh yes, pecans mixed in.  divine. 
•and I love stacking my cookies on a plate, gives a great visual look.  It would be fun to place them in glasine bags, tie them with gigham ribbon, and a homemade tag.  Hmm... I smell a Christmas idea coming on! 
•I don't know about you, but at the end of my life I want to stand before my maker and say, I MADE EVERYTHING I COULD.  I BAKED ALL I COULD, CREATED ALL I COULD, LOVED ALL I COULD, AND I AM USED UP!  I am carefully sucking every ounce of creativity out of myself.  Good idea, huh?

good-bye job

Yes, this is a forced pose taken by my buddy Anna. 

So my job is over.  Back to the daycare come the first day of fall semester.  Wow.  Amazing experience.  I learned to much.  How to run a board (what you see here).  How to do phone & live interviews.  What to ask people.  What makes a good story.  How to write a script.  How to voice a script.  It was hard.  Sometimes dull (can't find good stories), but mostly good because of the people I worked with.

I've come to learn, it's all about the people.  I love the places I have worked because of who I worked with.  I could be changing diapers or interviewing celebrities, and it just doesn't matter. 

Good times. 

So yes, someday in some book with my full name on the spine that my descendants will read there will be a nice little blurb/chapter about how I left my hometown for mormonville, learned how to survive on my own, and did the broadcasting thing. 

creole wisdom has a western adventure?  over. 

good-bye y

 •I took my last final of summer session on Wednesday.  It's all done, can't believe it.  Went so fast.  Lots to remember:
•Good bye h-fac.  I have spend six days a week in you for the past few months.  I will miss the evolving art pieces, the nice air conditioning, and the loud/scary stairs

•Good bye quad.  I won't forget walking into you and feeling the rush of hot Utah heat, seeing people walking in all directions, and never seeing a spec of garbage on your ground-

•Good bye mountains.  You are so pretty.  I have seen you evolve over the seasons: green and gleaming to dry and brown.  I will miss your presence!

•Good bye creepy statues.  I know that someone thought it was cute, and I say, "bless their heart."  Cause, um... scary to me.  Scary to me!

•Good bye bookstore.  I love you. I love you. I love stores.  I love books.  I love collegiate wear.  I love fudge.  I love having "connections" at the candy counter where I get free sour patch sugar (you know, what stays at the bottom of the bag, mmm love it- if you want to win me over, get me some of that!)

•Good bye path. Shadowy path with spots of intense heat. I will not miss walking all the way down 9th to get home. Oh no, nope.

•So that's it.  I move out of my apt tomorrow, and I'm staying with friends until the 19th... craziness.  Went fast!  More good-bye Utah to come : )

sorority sister reunion, part III (the final one)

•Of course I had to be a good Utah tour guide and take Claire down to Sundance and Park City.  We road the lift, it was so relaxing minus the scratchy seat fabric on our thighs due to our short shorts ; )

•We sat by the pool and Claire almost peed her binki suit bottoms reading the silly stories in "Utah Valley Bride" magazine. 

•Our last night, and our double date with questions characters.  Haha!  We had dinner at Ottavio's in downtown Provo.  Claire says, "this is downtown?" Bwahah. 

•The last part of our "date," a drive up to the Mount Timp LDS temple for photos and being cheesy. 

•Yes, that is Curtis and I.  Don't get any ideas ; )
•I am so thrilled that Claire came out to visit me. We had so much fun, from shopping at Super Wallmart, to eating outside in balmy Park City.  I cannot wait to get back home to return to all the usual sorority sister adventures!