TBT Parents

(Since reading Bonnie's post I realized that I wrote down all the prompts at the beginning of the summer and for this one all I wrote was "Parents" instead of a memory of your parents from childhood. Soooo, this is not a memory of mine because I wasn't born!  But I guess I have a memory of looking at these pictures when I was a kid. . . so there you have it)

When I was at home this summer I tried to plan out all my throwback posts so that I could scan any pictures I might need.  This prompt is pretty general so I decided to go as far back as I could and show you my mom and dad when they were brand new parents.  But looking through my mom's albums I decided to start a little before that and END with my birth.  :)

This is from my parents' engagement shoot.  I don't think it's the one they sent out.  Check out my mom's hair!  Awesome volume there mom.  Oh yeah, check out my dad's too!  :)

Here they are walking out of the Los Angeles temple.  It's soooooo tempting to find a picture of Adam and I on our wedding day in the exact same spot.  Maybe another post. . .  Love my dad rockin' the white tux.

 Here they are on their honeymoon in Southern California.  Check out their stylin' baseball Ts!  My mom was smart to honeymoon in a place that allowed her to use a hairdryer.  My hair never looked good in our pics from Fiji.

This is during the year or so they were married before I was born.  This is my older cousin Greg.

And for the final picture, my dad snuggling me.

Of course linking up with Bonnie, if you want to check out the other posts on parents, but of course none will be as cool as mine!  Jk (do people still say jk?)

TBT Moving Away

I surprise myself often.  One of the things I'm surprised by in my life is that I up and moved away at 18.  I don't know why, but I feel like I could have easily ended up staying in my hometown in California.  I know how to work hard for what I want, but I don't always admit to myself what I want.  BYU was the only school I applied to and luckily I was accepted!

I think I mentioned before that there were only like FIVE pictures of me taken between the ages of 16 and 20.  I don't know why, but I vaguely remember not wanting to get my picture taken.  That is just so weird.  I LOVE getting my picture taken now (well with in reason)  So anyway, I did find this gem.  Someone (my dad?) took this while I was packing to move.  I don't know if I was in a bad mood that day, or if I was just pissed about getting my picture taken when I was wearing seriously awful clothes. 

Check out my mom looking all fabulous.

So we packed up my stuff, and my parents both drove me to Provo.  My dad also had a high school reunion in southern Utah so it was a twofer for him.

I remember walking into my new dorm room and seeing my roommate's stuff before actually meeting her.  Running trophies and workout clothes.  Could she be more different from me? (think Chandler Bing when you read that sentence)  I hung up my pageant sash and my pink feather boa. (as in BOA.  Every time I look at that I read BRA, and just. . . NO)

We had our ups and downs, we were great at fighting with each other.  In the end she taught me to enjoy working out and I taught her how to wear makeup.  We're both moms to two kids and we're still good friends to this day.  We've come along way in the past 12 years (holy cow!  I graduated TWELVE YEARS AGO!)

Linking up with Bonnie again!

TBT 4th of July

The summer I met Adam I went on the best road trip of my life!  I went alone and I visited several friends along the way, including the guy I was dating that wasn't Adam.  I met Adam soon after I got back from this trip.

But this post isn't about road trips!  It's about the 4th of July, which just so happened to fall during the Orange County portion of this trip.  It was a seriously fun day.  And let's be honest here, I was looking good back then.  Which is probably why Adam wanted to date me after this trip. . .

Hannah and I at the church pancake breakfast that morning.

Hannah was so little!  Now she towers over me! 

My cousins and I went for a walk to the local firework shack.

Jeremy and Caitlin, my cousins, looking tough.

My cousin Dallin and me.  But the best part about this picture is the ladies butt over my left shoulder.

Caitlin and me taking selfies.

Cousin Jeremy and me!

Cousin Kyle and me!

Uncle Steve!!!  Funnest guy on the planet, no contest.  Dad of Kyle and Jeremy (and Colin, but he wasn't at this party I guess)

So much fun. I just love hangin' with family, and being outdoors.  Nothing better on the fourth! 

TBT Birthday

Linking  up with Bonnie this week for Throwback Thursday!!

So I'm at my parents' this week and I went through a lot of photo albums to download pics for this fun series and. . . apparently I went through a phase of not wanting my picture taken.  From like 8 until I was 20.  This is the best picture I could find for this post.  It was a little after my 13th birthday, but I was camping so I'm hoping I was a little cuter than this in my day to day life.  Who knows?  There isn't a lot of photo evidence.

My most vivid birthday memory is my 13th birthday.  Fitting, don't you think?  Becoming a teenager.  I was the youngest of my group of friends (which I hated at the time, but now I think it's pretty great!) and so they all made this big deal about it.

I had a slumber party on the tramp with my best girlfriends from school.  They went in on my birthday gift as a group and got me jelly shoes and every color of nail polish (wet n wild holla!).  Both of those things (jellys and multi colored nails) were critical to jr. high survival, so they really did have my best interest at heart. 

Just like these, only mine were clear.

In the middle of the night my dog got loose and charged us on the trampoline.  It was pretty awful.

The best part of the birthday was the next morning when all my friends were getting ready to go home, the phone rang.  My sibling (can't remember which one) brought me the phone.

"Happy Birthday," said the voice.

My heart stopped.  It was my biggest crush of all time calling me on my birthday.  We talked awkwardly for a minute.  I probably got off the phone so quick he thought I didn't like him.  I really was just so scared to say something stupid!  Even now, thinking about it, I can remember the butterflies.

I didn't ever date him really, but he was my first date when I turned 16 and he also took me to my prom junior year (he was graduated.  I was so mature, taking a college man to prom!)  Ah, memories.