Shop 4x5

Took some more photos on my large format camera at the shop last Thursday. Here's a couple of them- self portraits I did with Blake.


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Little Keepsakes

As Charly took out his man toy to snowmoshred with the guys today, I decided to clear out the junk box...er...junk bin we have together. I remember cleaning my room when I was just a wee one and getting in an argument with my mom over it.

"I can't clean it because some stuff doesn't have a place," I whined.

"Then throw it in the junk drawer!" She told me back.

"The junk drawer?"

Thus, the junk drawer was born. The ultimate place for all the little things that you just can't part with, yet have nowhere to go. It seemed magical at the time. It still does. Don't know where to keep this random item that in ten years you'll look at once again and decide it's not worth keeping anymore but just can't let it go right now? The junk drawer. Ours is more like a junk bin that sits on the bottom shelf of a cubby hole. It's yellow and made of fabric and cardboard and holds the same magical powers as Hermione's purse in the last Harry Potter movie. No matter how much you put in it, it can hold more. The purpose of all this, you ask? To commemorate the junk drawer, and give you a peak at what Charly and my past used to look like.



My ultra special scuba diving goggles my father bought me after I passed the test. I remember him keeping them in a special box upstairs so I wouldn't use them for trivial games in the pool that would result in them scratched. Look at how dirty they've gotten now. My sinuses just didn't do well that deep under water, plus I hated the freezing pool we had to take the class in.

Look at that studded belt! This is obviously Charly's stuff. He used to be quite the skater boy from my understanding. He tells me he stories of how he would skate for hours after school and how the first time he got his own skate board he rode it down the street, picked it up and turned it around, and rode it back. The point being that he didn't know how to turn it with his feet.



These are more recent. Snowboarding season passes and Chuck's old BYU-I card. I'm tempted to rethink my education on a weekly basis. On the "is this really worth it?" basis, at least. Don't you just love Chuck's goggle tan?



Cruise line room keys, a ball we got signed by a bunch of old time baseball players on the family cruise- the other cruise would be our honeymoon. An Art of Flight ticket to see the Travis Rice in person and on the big screen.



Does anything really need to be said!? I need to scrapbook these two photos for my future children. And the blue one in the middle? That's Old Blue and I had 'em for way too long in everyone's opinion and not long enough in mine. He was invincible. I use to slam him down on the floor as hard as I could to pop the battery out and would do just fine. Considering that I've broken the otter box of my Iphone three times in the first year, it was truly a miracle phone. Also, the first two phones are the ones we had in 2009 when we first started dating. I should really charge mine up and look at those text messages.

For kicks and giggles i charge the last photo in the picture and looked at some of my old conversations. The screen is cracked so it was a hard read, but here is one of my favorite texts to Charly:

"I guess blazes finger nail is somewhere"

That kid works at our shop and nearly took his finger nail off by getting it caught in a spinning bike wheel. By nearly I don't mean like when something almost hits your head and you say "hey that nearly took my head off!" By nearly I mean it literally sliced his finger apart. I've made it a new goal of mine to find the charger for Old Blue and look at those dating texts. We texted each other good night every night until we got married and I saved almost every single one of them. I remember them getting creative and sweet ("goodnight love" gets pretty repetitive after six months). Like: "I love you a whole elephant ton, goodnight babe."

After looking through all this junk- there's more I just didn't photograph it- I sparked the motivation to go back and look at all my old photo albums (there were copious amounts of photo c.d.s hanging out in that junk box of events like Paris with my father, Charles in Thailand with his friends, and that beloved year I joined the Scorpionettes colorguard team, that got me all nostalgic). Here is a letter I found in the back of one of them:



I especially love the use of words such as "airplane man" and "manly." Also, my ability to misspell my name three times in a row, then get it right at the end...I always come through in the end. It's a talent.

Valentines Week

Charly and I, as usual, opted out of the hustle and bustle of valentines day. The original plan came about to celebrate it the day before and then I would catch a flight to Florida the day of for the long weekend. Wrong. I slept through my early morning flight (standby so it's no problemo to change itinerary) with the thoughts of catching the later one that day. Then the later one filled up and I decided to catch the one out on Friday morning. Turns out I would have made the later one on Thursday. I digress. Anyways, I woke up Friday morning at six thirty three and five and then six thirty am. My excitement jumbled all around inside me and kept me up as I envisioned myself going on late night runs with my dad and eating long doggers and Makotos with my good friend Lemmerman...even though I still can't spell his name right. So I took my carryon suitcase and backpack and jumped on a flight to SLC in hopes of making the connecting flight to Orlando. Again, wrong wrong wrong. The flight filled up with last minute people and I didn't feel like risking getting stuck in Atlanta trying to make a different flight route and sit in an airport for twelve hours to do so. So I did what every normal human being would do. I went to a corner of the airport, pulled out a packet of pocket tissues, and cried I called my dad, had him book me a quick flight home, and waited in the Idaho Falls airport for an hour until Charles could pick me up after he had a lunch thing at work.

And the great V-day, you ask? Well we aren't in love with the idea of a forced holiday so we opted out of present giving and stayed home and cooked taco soup. The days before that though a group of us piled into the matte black van we sanded and painted in a weekend and went to B-dubs for some wings on Monday and on Wednesday we ate Original Thai.

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1.The gas gage is broken and we ran out of gas. We barely made it off the free way and ended up pushing it. Fun fact: I successfully opened and jumped into a moving van after we got it going. My enthusiasm came pretty high seeing as how we had just watched the train scene of the last mission impossible movie. 2. Yellow is my favorite color and the husband knows it. 3. Frost on the airplane window in Idaho Falls. 4. Charly and I at the temple after being sealed for time and all eternity three and a half years ago. Oh my he's good lookin'.

A Look at 2012

I posted some random photos of 2012 here, but I didn't get a chance to really talk about it.
In 2012:

Kristin traveled to Amsterdam and Paris with her father- here, here, and here.
Charly went with Joe to Vegas for interbike, then again for business to Chicago as well.
We went to the summer outdoor retailer show in Utah
Climbed outdoors tons in the Spring and Fall- at: Maple Canyon, Palisades, The Fins, Pointless, Heise, and Southpark.
And switched to mountain biking in the summer to escape the heat...and even a bit of road biking.
Where Kristin sliced her knee open on a jump at the Jackson pass and got stitched up
She wasn't the only one though, Charly got stitches on his leg from walking into a pipe while cleaning up grafitti. That's a whole 'nother story though.
We spent lots of time with great people like Dean&Heather and Jenna&Stephen.
Kristin even slacklined. Once.
She also went backcountry snowboarding for the first time and fell in love.
Charly acquired a man toy he's been wanting for most likely his whole life...a snowmobile.
Maycee got a little bit rounder around her sides. We are working on this.
Kristin got a large format camera for Christmas and has been loving it.
We backcountry camped at the Upper Palisades lake and Devil's Staircase
Charly hiked the Grand and Middle Tetons with friends.
We hiked Taggart and Bradley lake after a day at the Enclosure climbing gym in Jackson.
Sled Shed threw its annual Rail Jam.
and
We had our three year anniversary portraits taken, because, you know...It'd been three years.

And some photos that are from just before 2012- because I love them and I want to share them so here they are:

Images of a family reunion at Summit Creek, Idaho.

This I Love

As members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints, we have the opportunity to go out and preach the gospel for two year(for men) or eighteen months(for women) when we come of age. Just recently, the age for women and men have been lowered to eighteen and nineteen.

The Shop 4x5

Here's a photo of Joe at the shop taken on my large format camera yesterday. I didn't clean up the image much- the scanner had a piece of dust on it that got flattened and left a line down every one of my scans. I didn't realize this until I had finished everything. I'll rescan it later, but for now I'll just throw it up here.

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Currently...

...we are sick, and living without heat. I'd say sick as dogs, but I've actually never seen a sick dog and, well, we have kept everything inside of us. Just stuffy noses, soar throats, and exhaustion. Afrin has become the equivalent to me as the feeling you get when you've ran five miles without water in Florida heat and come home to a huge glass of it. I literally cannot breath without it. I wake up in the middle of the night because of the congestion and not getting enough air...I think I need a temporary oxygen tank.

The heat thing? Oh yeaah, it hits about 58 degrees in the morning and it's been like this since the day before we all got sick. I have to take hot baths and put jackets in the dryer before I put them on to keep warm and body heat from another person truly does work miracles at night. Maycee sure does love our little space heater we used to keep in the garage for winter woodworking projects before our heater broke (we are calling a guy tomorrow).

The worst part? Missing all the little rugrats for the two hours we spend in nursery every Sunday. Not wanting to get them sick, and having our Bishop make an announcement to stay home if you are, we missed church today. That, and because we were too sick to play this week and we had a family obligation last week, it's been fourteen days since Charly and I got a play day and it's driving us both a little stir crazy. All we want is to shred or climb or go out picture taking on the one day we have off each week. C'mon!