Oh, This is Ladies’ Night and the Feeling's Right…

Holy Crap--longest post in the universe, so prepare yourself...

I really had a fabulous time on my girl's trip to Boise/Utah! (I thought of you Ladies' living in Utah/Boise while I was there!! Woo hoo!) It was a really quick trip back and forth. But well worth it.

Mom, Angie, Shelly & Kristi

First of all, my trip started off with a bang when I witnessed a few prizes at the airport that are forever seared into my brain, including:

The male permanent, and:

Birkenstocks with socks

My initial thought being, "Why did this ever go out of style?"

Come on, people. This is gorgeous personified.

Utah was wonderful, as only Utah can be. The mountains are all up in your business from the word, "go," which is what I love most about them.

Mostly Utah consisted of shopping, eating, laughing, and Café Rio (which conveniently happens to be some of my favorite things about Utah!) Good thing we had Angie around to show us where all the hot shopping spots were (Fashionista that she is), and my Mother's driving know-how, and Shelly's comic relief...

Speaking of Cafe Rio, I wrote a letter after visiting, which I will quickly transcribe for my blog:

Dear Rio,

Boy, you were so awesome today—with your sassy seasoning on your chicken salad, and your spicy tomatillo dressing dancing over my tongue and into my gooey belly. I just want to tell you from the bottom of my heart: Thank you. Thank you for being so amazingly incredible and wonderful to me in my time of hunger. I needed satisfaction, baby, and boy did you supply. But, Rio, why are you such a tease? I don't know what's going on in your life right now or why this is happening to us, but you gave me major Fire-rhea and that's hurts. It hurt me real bad. After all this time I've longed to see you? After 4 ½ years of patiently waiting and anticipating, you hurt me like this? Why? I have to say: Now it's your turn to wait.

I want to see you again, I do. But not any time soon.

I think we both need time to cool off (both literally, and figuratively).

Sincerely,

Kristi

(Break-ups are always hard.)

Moving on, I have to say how awesome my family is! My mom and my sisters cracked me up to no end on the trip—they are some of the truly funniest people I know. I love how we get to tease and joke with each other pretty much all of the time.

Speaking of, we stopped at Ross Dress for Less in Utah and Angie just happened to be wearing a shirt she had bought from there, and we just happened to find that same shirt…the really freaky thing: it fit all four of us…we bought it and are thinking of calling it "The Sisterhood of the Traveling Polka-dotted Shirt from Ross…" it really has a ring, don't you think?

(Sorry those pictures are so squishy! I was trying to get them side by side. Also, what in the h-e-double-hockey-sticks is up with my eyebrows? Have mercy. It's as if they've taken on a life of their own. I hope we can still be friends after posting that picture.)

One of the biggest perks of our road trip was staying in a hotel room with mirrors for walls. Bow chicka bow bow...Talk about convenient.

I have to say that I definitely achieved one of my lifetime goals on this trip, which I will candidly call "Seeing as much of my sister's breasts as I can in one night/day in a mirrored hotel room." Maybe not one of your more common goals, but completed nonetheless. (OK, she was actually pumping for her baby, not just dabbling in exhibitionism).

On the way home, we stopped and visited my grandma, who is as sweet as she is crazy. Oh man, sometimes the things that come out of her mouth...whew! I love it.

I got to hang out with my Dad and his new 'Vette! He was pumped to give it a whirl while Shelly and I were in town. He is such a sweetheart. But, I have to admit that I was pooping my pants about driving it because the man loves cars like I love(d) the Rio. I was a little wary of scratching it or breathing on it wrong. However, he was very patient with me as I ground the gears and squealed the tires. What a cutie my Dad is…and a barrel full of laughs, too!

So, how cute is she? I mean really? I want to bite her and cuddle her and carry her around in my purse.

And Mason is such a cutie, too. I love to tickle him until he announces that I am, in fact, his favorite aunt (and he has a lot of good ones, too!) Nothing less than torture to get what I want.

(PS--have you seen my eyes? Anyone, please? My eyes? My eyes!!)

Last, but certainly not least, I got to hang out with my brother Eric, who I don't see nearly enough and who is a giant teddy bear! I was so grateful for the chance to go on this trip and visit my family and have a girls' road trip. I love my family and miss them terribly, and am also grateful for my Texas family and how much they have done/do for me!