Any fears of Flying?

It's been a while since I've posted about DIA and it's stunning artwork, so I thought I'd write a fun blurb about what flyers see on their journey through DIA.

1. Licky the Carniverous Pony (to my family), Bluecifer (to Coloradoans) is the greeting you get when you drive up to the airport. With his visible rib cage, this poor guy clearly hasn't eaten since he killed his creator by collapsing on him. His adorable glowing eyes might make it hard to resist the urge to stop and give the old boy a pat, but unfortunatly, there is no where to stop by this statue, so you have to continue to the airpot.

2. Anubis, a God of the Dead and Mummification is the next statue to greet you. He's just a temporary edition- an advertisement for the King Tut Exhibit at the Denver Art Museum. One might question why a statue of Anubis (God of Dead) was chosen to be placed next to the airport instead of Nut (Goddess of the Sky), but I think his presence is comforting to most travelers. I mean, look at his cute ears.

3. Once you enter the airport, everyone's favorite mural is there to greet you.

This stunning mural leaves me speechless everytime I see it.

There's nothing like a few well placed pieces of art to say, "Have a Good Flight!"

A few pics from my school trips

Lena playing on the floor.

Anna kept raising her head up and then flopping on the ground. At first I think she was sleepy, but then it became a game.

A guy was practising the organ. It was SO LOUD!!!! I can't imagine a whole choir singing as well. It must be deafening. Maybe I'll try to go hear Sounds of Sunday sometime.

Convenient Lousy Introductions

Just a little ranting.
My sister and I watched a movie during which a classic error is made. A boy and girl are in love, but haven't yet professed the love. The boy introduces the girl to another girl. "Sally, this is Jill." Girl number one thinks girl number two and boy are dating. Confusion commenses. Girl number two is actually related to boy. Eventually the error is realized and everything works out.
What a easy and perfect upset for a new relationship to hit. Realistic too, right?
WRONG! The reason this doesn't happen in real life. 1) No matter how close siblings or cousins are, how many have you mistaken for dating? I don't mean at a quick glance, I mean after watching them for five minutes. NO, it doesn't happen. No siblings cuddle (or at least they shouldn't be) in such a way that you'd mistake them for dating. 2) The second reason this doesn't happen is that in the real, non-hollywood, version of life, you state your relationships when you do introductions. "This is my cousin, Jill." "This is Pete, my friend from school." Unless the relationship is obvious or you don't have one, people typically state their relationships, especially when introducing to people who are significant to them.

Am I wrong? Of course not. In real life have any of you had this issue? Please let me know if you have b/c that has got to be an entertaining story.
That was your cousin? Dang! We could have hooked up months ago if I hadn't been under the impression you two were dating. Imagine someone saying that to you. *awkward*-in so many ways!

Skunks are not to be trusted!

So, at the end of a dream (I won't bore you with the beginning), a skunk started chasing me around a street. It wouldn't leave me alone. When I slowed down, it would turn and try to spray me. Obviously, I would start to run again, so it didn't. Some friends showed up and ended up being chased as well. One of my friends got tired and refused to run anymore. The skunk ran up to him, hid behind him and gave me a frightened look as if I was the one chasing him! Everyone felt bad for the blasted skunk.

So then I woke up ticked that the blasted skunk got away with acting the victim. He was chasing ME!

soooo... who do you like?

Yesterday, Shauna and Mom and I went bowling. During our last game, Sha saw some guy bowling in an odd way. So, I tried it at the end of my game. I got TWO strikes in a row! I can't wait to go bowling again.

And Yes, I own a bowling ball and for some reason we have bowling pins in our garage. Sha and I laughed when we got our bowling balls for Christmas. I feel like I should be a super bowler now. I'm still barely breaking a hundred.


My jeans are dying. I only have two pair of jeans any more. The other pair are high-waters. When I put these jeans on, my feet always go through the knees. It's kind of awkward. Speaking of awkward, have you ever thought about what an awkward word "awkward" is. I mean, how many words have two Ws the way awkward does. It's even an awkward word to write. Especially in cursive.



These are my nieces. It took some effort and about six pictures before I finally got them both laughing. They are so cute. There's something fun about a baby's laugh. It's so infectious. Even looking at the picture, I can't help but smile.

UGH!

Has anyone else been strangely unmotivated this week? I have a paper to write, journals to keep, and lots and lots of stuff to read. Usually i don't have a problem keeping up, but this week everything takes sooo much effort. Boo.

ZOOOOOMMMMM!!!!!!!!!!!

This past weekend, I went to Utah for one of my classes. For those of you who don't know, I'm going to library school. I'm getting my Master of Library and Information Science. I'm doing a distance learning class where I fly into Salt Lake City every month for class. Oddly enough the school is actually in Kansas. So I fly from Colorado to Utah to go to a school out of Kansas. Whew.

When I got my rental car (see below), my first thought was, hey, this is about the size of Marie's car in the Bourne movie. Then naturally at that point I started looking around for Matt Damon or some other well-built government agent who, despite being a seasoned assassin, was really just a good guy trying to find himself.



The man never materialized (story of my life), so I had to be satisfied with zipping around Salt Lake (this little sucker has great zipping power- all those rogue agents missed out) on my own.
I gotta be honest, I never really felt that bad for Jason Bourne. I felt worse for all the poor bystanders whose possessions were destroyed in his car chases. I mean, sometimes they were in third-world countries. Those people can't afford to be replacing cars and stuff. My favorite part, of course, is in the second movie where he causes a huge car pile-up during a car chase scene while trying to find a girl to apologize to her for killing her parents. AHHH, what about those people in the cars?! hmm, have I blogged about this before.


This trip I also stopped in at Temple Square where I took a couple pictures, dodged sister missionaries, did half of a tour of the conference center, and felt awed by the temple, as I always do.

All in all, a pleasant trip.
Oh, and school was nice.