gray + yellow = love

I find it hard to resist the combination of gray and yellow. Maybe it's this time of the year- the sky is often gray, but a peek of sun coming through makes everything beautiful. And as spring draws closer, the bright colors bring hope, happiness, and signs of a new beginning. I think that's how I've been feeling lately: there are many moments, hours, or days where I feel sad and gray. But then I'll get a splash of yellow- a ray of hope concerning the future, a kind word, a prayer answered, a heartfelt conversation. Maybe the gray makes the yellow even more vibrant and happy, and the yellow shines a light on the gray which makes it look not so drab. But I believe the true beauty comes from the combination of the two.

Romp to Stomp out breast cancer

On Saturday we participated in our first snowshoe race, with benefits going toward the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation. I signed up thinking it would be a fun little activity on a winter morning. I had NO idea how hard it would be! I guess there are snowshoes made specifically for running, and that is not the kind we have. So while everyone else was trotting happily along, I was tripping over myself, panting for air, and feeling a bit embarrassed. Also keep in mind that it was a cold, windy, snowy day, so I had come prepared with all sorts of gear. Well, shortly into this "last chance workout" I was pulling everything off and handing it to Dave to carry. Quite a sight to behold. "Am I this out of shape?!!" I asked myself. Although I didn't run the whole time, at least I never stopped walking! And thank goodness for the Luna Bars and water at the finish line- I was in need of a little pick-me-up. Looks like next year I'll need to do some training for the event (and get a different pair of snowshoes!)

Look how big those suckers are!! YOU try running in those things! Other people had snowshoes half that size!

call backs

From Park City to Salt Lake, I guess I've been following the stars. Watching the SYTYCD auditions was even better in person! The tickets instructed us to dress "hip," which left me looking into my closet with a blank stare, but I guess I managed somehow because they let me inside! Yes, I saw Nigel and Mary. No, I wasn't trying out myself- I didn't want to make the others look bad...

Sundancing with the stars

Dave's work hooked him up with film festival tickets all week- tough job, right? We were able to go together one night when our friends invited us to join them- lucky us! Dave did some star-searching throughout the week, but I just saw one: Ronald Reagan.....on film, that is. Either way, it was entertaining.