Sunday, March 22, 2009

two years ago

Two years ago this month I went on a girls trip to New York with my mom and my sister Sarah, and her friend KayDee.

We saw 'Wicked' on Broadway.

We came ill-equipped for Times Square in the rain - plastic bags on our heads did the trick just fine.

We just about mastered the subway system.

And then, after a busy day in Chinatown, we discussed our plans for the evening over a lovely dinner at Little Italy. My sister's friend KayDee was so very fascinated by the Empire State Building, and wanted to be absolutely sure we made time for that on our trip - she politely suggested maybe we could do that tonight? My sister Sarah was very supportive of her desire to see the Empire State Building that night. And so we did.
After waiting in the security lines for over an hour, we finally made it to the top of the Empire State Building, where the wind chill made it absolutely freezing. New York City was experiencing record lows that week. The wind chill at the top made it even worse.
I frolicked about intently trying to spot the Brooklyn Bridge. I did not expect to receive a bear hug from behind while I was trying to take pictures of the New York skyline. When I looked down at the hands that were hugging me, all I saw were man hands. Man hands holding a rose.
I turned around to see the most handsome man in all of New York City:

Two years ago Rhett Buttars proposed to me on top of the Empire State Building. And it seems impossible to me that I could love him even more now than I did then.

I love you Rhett. Thanks for the greatest surprise of my life.
I can't wait to go back to New York with you when we have more time to enjoy the city together. And when it's not freezing.
Love you forever.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

80's bash

How could I have forgotten to post about this?

Our friend Tylor had his 30th birthday last month, and his friends threw him a surprise birthday party, 80's style. Naturally, it was held at Classic Skating. Brown roller skates rule.

The saddest part about the whole bit is that half the girls there went and bought their 80's outfits at the mall that very day. Have you seen the crap they're selling these days? You can seriously walk into the mall and buy yourself a pair of purple acid wash skinny jeans right this very second. The eighties were an embarrassment to fashion. And to repeat such a mistake is a humiliation. Mocking the eighties, however, is great fun.

Shanna never disappoints. Half the reason I even showed up to this party is to see what she would wear.

Thanks Shanna. And Bravo.

This guy (Jon White) actually brought an empty can of Tab to hold as a PROP. It complements the mullet so nicely.

Foggy picture brought to you by - what else - the fog machine.

May the eighties rest in peace.
And stay dead.

Friday, March 6, 2009

In case any of you read the unkind article on the front page of the Standard Examiner this week predicting the imminent demise of my beloved place of employment, America West Bank -- just wanted you to know that it was false. (The woman they quoted from the FDIC could not even be found in the FDIC's employee database.) They have admitted their error and printed a retraction of the story in today's paper... you know, way back in the back where nobody will ever see it.

It seems worthwhile to mention that this newspaper is the same publication that just last week reported a teenager as dead who was actually not dead, but alive and well. In the same sense, they have reported America West Bank as dead, and yet we are alive and well.

America West Bank is a safe and sound financial institution. Their leadership, management, and board of directors are very intelligent men who I deeply respect. They use wisdom and good judgement in all of their decisions. I am proud to represent America West Bank as an employee, and I look forward to what the future holds for us. We're doing some really exciting things right now that I am proud to be a part of.