Tuesday, March 29, 2011


This is a story about a magical place far away. Lights sparkle there-crepe's are eaten on the daily-bike's are a more common mode of transportation-love is shown and spoken of often-time is non-exhistant. Paris.

Many people say they have visited Paris, and complain that it just isn't for them. That's okay, because it's for ME! I really did love Paris. One of my best days in Paris went like this...

Our group walked many blocks to this little bike shop called Fat Tire Bike Tours. We all got suited up with a bike and off we were for an adventure none of us really knew about. All I knew is that we were taking some type of tour on bike's. 

I had a red one. I couldn't reach the ground, which made stopping really fun.

We set off on our bike's. We had an awesome tour guide named Taylor. He was not bad to look at, and his personality didn't disappoint either.

He was American even! He also had another friend (tour guide) who would pop up every once in awhile. Rachel and me were in love with them both! Anyways...So we rode all day long. We started out by riding to the metro station where we loaded our bikes onto the metro. This was quite the task seeing that we had to split up into small groups and each hit up a different section of the metro just to be sure we could fit. I have the funniest memory of Rachel and her small group getting off a stop too early. My group was looking out the windows and we see all 5 of them out on the station with their bikes looking at us still on the metro. We quickly told them they had got off a stop too soon. It was the most hilarious thing to watch them all scrambling to get back on with their bike's. I thought Rachel was going to have a heart attack as she plowed through everyone.

We finally reached our stop. We were headed to "one of the finest outdoor markets of France." I thought..oooh neato. But once we got there I was so terrified, because these vendors were from the depths of France. They did not speak English. This was NOT a tourist stop. I took two years of French in high school, but honestly that really could do me no good. I did try though, and somehow the people understood "deux peche" and "une baguette." Really how could they not? We were on our way to Versailles. Oh Versailles. I don't think I've ever seen a more beautiful place. We were headed to the end of the huge pond they layed outside of the large Versailles Palace. I remember the air was cool, the grass was soo green, the walkway was long and winding.

There we sat down on the grass, where Rachel and me ate our peaches and bread. A poor girl dropped her camera in the pond. Good thing we had a daring boy to dive in and get it for her, where he found many souvenirs. At the end of the day we were riding through a small park like place filled with old men in caps reading newspapers and smoking cigars. Throughout the entire day we kept running into another bike tour group and we had played some pranks on them. Somehow our tour name became "the red dragons." Our tour guide told us as we rode through this quiet park to yell "red dragons fly!!" To scream it as loud as we could so the other group would hear us and to stand up on our bikes just for effect. It was crazy and stupid but we did it and laughed the entire time.

We ended the day with sore bums and swollen ankles. But it was a day I'll never forget. So much fun.
I love this video. Pay special attention to the girl in orange. I could write a whole novel from this clip. It reminds me so much of my trip, plus I love the song and I love Bluey!

Friday, March 25, 2011

Italy and a Butt Grab

Did you know I went on a European tour 3 years ago this summer with my high school? You probably did, because I absolutely LOVED it and I tell lots of people this. I feel ill because I did not keep a journal. The girl who writes down everything did NOT I repeat NOT document this trip in words. I really hate that I didn't. So I decided I'll tell my stories on here. Maybe once a week or something. So this next story goes like this...

Meet Rachel (hi rachellll)

Smart. Funny. Best friend.

One very late night we were all headed back to our hotel in Rome. We were jam packed into this tiny tiny little bus. The driver was smoking a joint (I kid you not) and I was so ready to go crawl into bed and get back. This small bus was so packed I had to crane my head to the right to avoid hitting someone's arm. Finally we made it to an apparently popular stop and a lot of people got off. Finally I selfishly ran to a seat.

*Let me interrupt for a moment. Before going on this trip my Grandpa warned me of Italian men, and how they like to pinch girls on the butt. I was so terrified, but also kept this little gem of knowledge to myself.

*Que next part of the story...

So as I was sitting in my seat, dear Rachel was standing to the left of me a little ways up. She was holding onto the hanging support handle just minding her own business. Right behind her (right next to me) was this very creepy short Italian man. He had a permanent creepy smirk on his face. It was just stuck there. Not going anywhere. My Grandpa's advice popped into my head "Alexie Sunset you be careful of those italian men, they'll pinch ya right on the butt!" So I thought, might as well beat this creepy man to it. So I quickly and discreetly pinched Rachel on the butt. I quickly resumed my position as if I had not seen anything.

Rachel quickly whipped her head around and put her hand to her chest in a state of panic. She could hardly speak. She was looking at me and then back at the creepy man who was STILL  standing there with the permi smirk. Creepy as ever.  She's looking at me then back at him, me, him, me. "Did you just..I just..did you just" at this point she is freaking out, looking like she's about to puke or slap the innocent man.

Finally I started busting up. I couldn't take it any longer. Probably one of the top funniest moments of my life. At the time I think she wanted to kill me for playing such a trick. We both laugh hysterically over it today, and her family thinks it is the best story ever. Memories.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Adele Love

Family Home Evening

Tonight at FHE we did kite building. It was creative, fun, and awesome. I've made some dear friends from FHE and I enjoy going. I've been FHE mom twice and I always appreciate when people came to my activites that I took time to plan. It's asked by the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints to set aside a certain time each week to strengthen relationships, learn new skills, and spend time with loved ones. Here is the end product. Sorry it's so and blurry.

Monday, March 21, 2011


Today marks a very exciting day. I am in this new weight loss challenge! The rules are anyone who enters puts $20 into the pot. Whoever makes it to 20lbs. lost first is the winner and gets the money! We are at $160. Perfect for new summer clothes! I'm so excited about this! I joined a gym this weekend and this morning took a Bosu boot camp workout class. It kicked my bum. I thought I was in decent shape. Guess not. Anyways these are a few of the things I'll be buying when I WIN:

Also these and these

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Once Upon A Time...

Once upon a time...

I was sick. I lay on the couch while I watched "Little Women." Once upon a time I absolutely HATED when Jo refused Lawry. It makes me want to slap her. Didn't she know one day that he would be BATMAN??? I bet she regrets it now.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

They Say Timing is Everything

I think this video is cute. I think a part of it applies to my life. "If I ever get the nerve to say hello in this cafe." I wonder if their are opportunities we miss out on, because of fear. Simple actions can change our path. I don't want to miss out, so I guess I better do what I need to. Even if it seems too simple and silly, it might just be the thing that will change your life.

P.s. I'm not talking marriage here, it just happens to be the title of the song.