Friday, June 29, 2012

Swoon-worthy Swimming Video

I particularly appreciated THIS  little bday
note from JBro. Seriously. I love my people.
I had a FANTASTIC birthday yesterday (pics to follow shortly thanks to the talented Ashley Crist who flew out and surprised me this week!). Thank you to everyone who wished me a happy birthday through texts, emails, FB, calls, flowers, cards, and attendance at my burger bar + brave party last night! I am rich with friends!

So, I am catching up on my tv during Cobb's nap right now and caught this surprise on the USA Swim trials last night. ADORABLE. Way to snag a winner, Annie!

PS I LOVE watching swim, the sport I lettered in, in high school. Only in swim do I know more about what's happening technically on the screen than any other sports fan watching with me (apart from Kathy and Kim Gardner, my two East Coast swim buddies).

Happy Friday, everyone!

Monday, June 25, 2012

Happy early birthday to ME

*UPDATE for Maria: I'm going to Texas with a group of friends; all the girls are doing a marathon and all the boys are doing a half-ironman. We're basically a fitness cult with a death wish :)

Dear self,

Here you go:

Enjoy 18 weeks worth of running inspiration!

Here's to crossing the finish line of my first 26.2 and crossing a big fat ugly challenge off my bucket list! October 27th. Austin, Texas.

PS Mom I could use some bday $ to finally buy me a little ipod. I'm gonna need it.

Wednesday, June 20, 2012

I hate it when good things come to an end.

I'm slightly blue today. Thank goodness I have Ronald Reagan to cheer me up. From a letter he wrote to his son before his wedding, via the Letters of Note blog:

Michael Reagan
Manhattan Beach, California
June 1971

Dear Mike:

Enclosed is the item I mentioned (with which goes a torn up IOU). I could stop here but I won't.

You've heard all the jokes that have been rousted around by all the "unhappy marrieds" and cynics. Now, in case no one has suggested it, there is another viewpoint. You have entered into the most meaningful relationship there is in all human life. It can be whatever you decide to make it.

Some men feel their masculinity can only be proven if they play out in their own life all the locker-room stories, smugly confident that what a wife doesn't know won't hurt her. The truth is, somehow, way down inside, without her ever finding lipstick on the collar or catching a man in the flimsy excuse of where he was till three A.M., a wife does know, and with that knowing, some of the magic of this relationship disappears. There are more men griping about marriage who kicked the whole thing away themselves than there can ever be wives deserving of blame. There is an old law of physics that you can only get out of a thing as much as you put in it. The man who puts into the marriage only half of what he owns will get that out. Sure, there will be moments when you will see someone or think back to an earlier time and you will be challenged to see if you can still make the grade, but let me tell you how really great is the challenge of proving your masculinity and charm with one woman for the rest of your life. Any man can find a twerp here and there who will go along with cheating, and it doesn't take all that much manhood. It does take quite a man to remain attractive and to be loved by a woman who has heard him snore, seen him unshaven, tended him while he was sick and washed his dirty underwear. Do that and keep her still feeling a warm glow and you will know some very beautiful music. If you truly love a girl, you shouldn't ever want her to feel, when she sees you greet a secretary or a girl you both know, that humiliation of wondering if she was someone who caused you to be late coming home, nor should you want any other woman to be able to meet your wife and know she was smiling behind her eyes as she looked at her, the woman you love, remembering this was the woman you rejected even momentarily for her favors. 

Mike, you know better than many what an unhappy home is and what it can do to others. Now you have a chance to make it come out the way it should. There is no greater happiness for a man than approaching a door at the end of a day knowing someone on the other side of that door is waiting for the sound of his footsteps.



P.S. You'll never get in trouble if you say "I love you" at least once a day.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Scraps of Father's Day sentiments

Laughing Dad. (And Mom doing the Q-tip. And Spencer shimmying maybe?)
Today I'm just flipping through old writings and recognizing how far my Dad has come, what he's accomplished as a man, a husband, and a father. And I just keep on being reminded, as I browse through old emails and journal entries, what a sweetheart this guy is. I'm so grateful for that quality in him, that tenderness that causes him to cry when he talks to us about our futures and his hopes for us all. It has humbled him over time and caused him to work through his natural man tendencies. It takes a big man to step forward and face flaws. Not that my Dad is afflicted with anything big. He just has always striven to be better, smarter, more thoughtful, more patient, harder working, and more communicative over time. And you know what? It shows. Thank you, Dad.

Tonight he's driving home from Provo, having just dropped off his baby, Miss Katie, at BYU. He steered that bird away from the nest this weekend. Congratulations, Dad! What a beautiful job you have done overseeing our household for the last... almost 27 years. I know Heavenly Father is truly proud of you. Happy Father's Day.


{From an old letter I wrote to my Dad}

I am particularly glad to write about what our friendship means to me, because it is
something that I think has really grown and been strengthened this past year. Daddy,
you, with the help of your superb wife, successfully grew me up and released me into
the wild last year. Can we say that yet? Yes, I think it’s about time. And thus, while
your special calling of counselor and steward is still there, special facets of it are now
gleaming in ways never seen before… like the fact that I call you on hard days and we
can commiserate for a while, as equals… before you take over and dole out the fatherly
wisdom. Good times. Thanks for listening. I like those days when I look down at my
phone and know that the only speed dial number that will do the trick is yours. I’m very
thankful for the opportunity to speak to you and hear your thoughts about the plan God
has for us, and the love he has for us, for our family, for the members of our church, and
for everyone we will ever meet and more.

Since elementary school, friendships have been one of the most mysterious and cherished
commodities I have ever sought after. At ever stage in life it seems, I have to re-learn the
same simple principle: some things in life you can’t achieve by thinking. Some things
require only your heart’s guidance, openness, and leadership. Friendship is the first and
foremost of these kinds of mysterious attainments. I hope to be able to teach my kids how
to let their hearts swell with joy in the goodness, the fun, the wisdom, and the value of
others they meet. I hope to show them that by doing so they will be opening the doors to
real and true friendships, one of life’s most durable happiness makers.

Because every time I hit rock bottom, it is the memory of the simple, uncomplicated joy
of laughing with someone that brings me back to reality, to peace.

Thank you, Dad, for the peace you bring. Thank you for trying your best. I love you. I
know Heavenly Father loves you. Happy Father’s day.


{Journal entry from the day Spencer was released as a missionary}

- We arrived earlier than President Parker, so we sang hymns around the piano while we waited, which he loved as he came in to greet us.
- He told us we have a special, righteous unity in our family, rare even for members of the church. (Just treasure this, don't be prideful of that though).
- Asked Spence for some of his favorite stories from his mission, more than one came from the time period near the end of his mission.
- "You have four people in this room who will be able to tell almost instantaneously if the girl you (Spencer) bring home is good- your mom and your sisters." Dad perked up and Pres. Parker affirmed that Dad is pretty wise, too.
-Go get education, hit the ground running, follow God's plan for you.
- As the president talked, we all held hands and cried or smiled as we sat there for over an hour hearing counsel as a family. President asked Dad his advice to us and, in the sweet, soft-cracking voice that Dad can get, he encouraged Spencer and me to marry up, just like he did.

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Overt Drooly Girly Post during the NBA Finals

You are about to wonder if my blog has been hijacked.

Because all I want to do is record my thoughts at the outset of the 2012 NBA Finals, which I have been following judiciously with Spencie for the last month.

I think it was in Game 7 that Bass got a fantastic dunk over
Wade.  I almost cried I was so happy for Bass.
You know you've made it professionally when you can
dunk and come down on a surprised D.Wade.
I'm sad the Celtics lost. Real sad. But not ultimately surprised. Rondo, Allen, Bass, Pierce, and Garnett, I salute you. I have loved your team since my 2008 visit to your city. And now that your team lost and some of you slunk off the court crying like 12-year-olds, I have turned my allegiance over temporarily to my favorite NBA player, Dwyane Wade, and his team, the Heat.

I'm enjoying defending this choice, especially since everyone on FB and their mom has decided to bandwagon onto the Kevin Durant train. Granted, they have good reason. It's going to be a great series between two fantastic teams. But I hope the Durant-ians will ultimately be disappointed. Because, let's face it: it's LeBron's year! Uh, I mean, AND D. Wade's year (again!)

(Pause while I hand a tissue to a certain Clevelandite I know...).

Ok, so mostly I love D. Wade because he said in an interview during the 2008 Olympics that he has like 1,000 pairs of shoes, and because he is a fantastic single dad and a committed philanthropist. AND because he is far and away the best dressed player in the NBA. Multitudinous proof:

(Pause to wipe drool...)

Ladies, for making your Wednesday morning, you are welcome.

Ahem. I'll keep this short and sweet because, let's be real: I am a girl, I get into sports for their human performance and emotional aspects, and I don't want to embarrass myself in front of my analytics-able readers who actually know a pick-and-roll when they see one (actually, I finally learned what that looks like on Saturday night, thanks to Coach Spencer!).


Heat win in 6 (I want to say 5 but I'll say 6 for the Durant-ians' sake). Lebron MVP. Kevin Durant puts in a great show, gets hungry for a ring next year. Battier continues to surprise me with his ability to suddenly sink 3's and I actually learn his first name (He was my favorite player to hate last week v. the Celts). That is all. For now. GO HEAT!

PS For all of you who know how much I love USC/BYU football, no, I don't know where all this fanhood for East Coast teams has come from. Don't worry, it's limited to pro sports, aka the boring sports (compared to the NCAA and the Olympics!!!).

Thursday, June 7, 2012


My friend Scottie was killed in a helicopter crash in Afghanistan yesterday. He commented on a picture of me and his brother on facebook two days ago. On Memorial Day, me, his brother, and a few of our friends did a huge Crossfit-style workout on the beach that left us all walking funny (136 pushups, 272 lunges, and 16 sprints into waist-high ocean), all in the name of remembering those who fought and served our country, but didn't survive. I can't believe it, I can't believe he is now someone we sprinted for just over a week ago. All I want to say is thank you, Scottie. I am so sorry this happened. Sorry especially to your family. You are loved and remembered by so many. I am proud of your service and humbled by your sacrifice.


I'm not lounging like I was at Duck anymore,
but I'm still feeling pretty swell hanging out
here on my couch this morning.
I have today through Monday off from work, so be prepared to receive multiple blog updates from me. My bills are paid, my laundry is drying, and the whole weekend stretches before me, filled with good things to do and plenty of time to nap! Man I love my twenties, anyone else feel that way??

This post is actually supposed to be about my teens. I was trying to explain what teenage Lindsey was like to my friend Ray recently because he was SO sure teenage Lindsey was super opinionated and bossy. I had to tell him he was half-right. I was actually pretty quiet in high school (and DANG quiet in middle school!), but I did have my own small way of showing my strong opinions back then. Revelation: I had little-to-no tact as a teen. I said whatever came into my mind in conversations, and I had absolutely no recognition of how my statements helped or hindered my relationships with others. Did anyone else have to learn tact as a teenager? Sometimes I remember certain things I said in high school and I can't BELIEVE people didn't call me an idiot to my face, all the time.

There is a point to this rambling confession. I want to hi-light my genius mom one more time this month. While I was talking to Ray, I distinctly remembered a conversation I had with my mother that I think was a real turning point, a moment when I started to realize how to empathize with and make friends of others through talking. We were carpooling to school one morning and one of the other girls mentioned how much she loved the Creed song playing on the radio (Sidenote: BAHAHAHA!). My immediate response to her was the flat, gratingly honest statement, "Ew. I HATE. That. Band!" End of conversation until we arrived at school and thanked my mom for the ride.

When I came home that day my mom gently observed to me, "Lindsey, I know you hate that band and that's ok, but how do you think Sidney feels when she talks about something that makes her happy and you shoot it down? Do you think she will still want to talk about other good things to you?" And for whatever reason, what mom said at that moment clicked. I had the opportunity to make a friend, and I had kicked it in the face! I'm grateful mom had the presence of mind to teach her oddball 14 year old a superb, succinct lesson about empathy and communication.

It's a long process, learning how to ask good questions of other people and how to respond tactfully, charitably, happily, and respectfully. I'm not done yet. Sometimes you just GOT to say exactly what you think, and I'm still parsing out what things are ok to state and what things are better to keep to yourself. But it's a worthwhile pursuit, because the end results are genuine friendship and making people feel good about themselves, feel interesting and important. Does anyone have any rules they follow that they really feel has helped them talk to people better? Mine is just to start and end conversations with empathy, put yourself in their shoes.

Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Plagiarized Duck.

I went and stayed in a beach mansion in the Outer Banks with 30 of my closest friends and 800 LDS singles. I'm too tired to report it all so I'm referring you to the glamorous, witty Hannah, who was right there with me to witness the majesty of Duck.

Oh, except I must add: my friend Ashley tried to kiss a turtle. Ain't no one else reporting on that crazy event on their blog. Turns out, turtles bite. Hard. And her annoying friends laughed. Hard.

Some of the boys.

My girls.
Again, Hannah has great pics on her blog; go there for more. Happy summer, yo! It is officially June, the greatest month of them all!!!