Farewell to The Boulders

We lived in the Boulders Apartments for three and a half years. Over that period of time, I had numerous people ask me if we had to deal with a lot of crime there, and I always told them it wasn't nearly as bad as people make it out to be. It's probably the worst part of town by Provo standards, but it's still Provo, which is isn't exactly a dangerous city. I never really felt unsafe there. We had some sketchy neighbors who would occasionally yell profanities right outside our window and such, but nothing more than annoyances.

We moved out three months ago and since then:

Police Search for Man Who Assaulted Woman at Laundry Facility
2 Men Arrested After Allegedly Stabbing Two People at Provo Apartment
9 Sent to Hospital After Carbon Monoxide Leak

Working theory is Fidel was The Guardian Cat of The Boulders and nothing bad happened on his watch, but it's all gone downhill since he left.

Bingo!

Store Clerk: I love your nails!

Me: Yeah, I know skulls tend to skew a little junior post-whenever-Alexander-McQueen-died, but I felt like they were still pretty fun, though I don't think they'll last very long because I didn't apply them very well.

Announcer: Congraaaaaaaatulations! By filling in squares "Downplaying anything positive about yourself", "Over-thinking every single aspect of everything", "Acting like a know-it-all", and "Focusing on the worries of the future at expense of the present" in a single sentence, you just won Andrea's Flaws Bingo!

Quick Plug: I got the nail wraps through my sister-in-law who sells Jamberry. If you like nail art, check out all cool designs they have at her shop here.

Trevor Turns 30

And now for a post of mostly pictures documenting a life event like I'm one of those kind of bloggers (nothing wrong with that, just not my typical). Don't worry, all of the photos are stolen off of other attendees social media outlets. I'm the worst about photo-documenting my life.

We had a "Farewell to the Roarin' 20s" themed party for Trevor's 30th birthday.

A variety of levels of dressing up. Aviator Caden is probably my favorite.

Happy birthday, dear Trevor.

Trevor was very pleased that he blew out the candles with his nose. Nobody ate any cake.

We are pretty.

Trevor and I have a weirdly large collection of wigs gathered over the years. So that came out, naturally.

2014 Tweets

I initially titled this post "My 25 Best Tweets of 2014" but that sounded way too narcissistic/self-congratulatory. Also, it's not entirely true, because some of my absolute favorite tweets contain swear words or sexual references that my mother (who I love and respect deeply and who reads this blog) would not appreciate, so they were left out. (Note to anyone with delicate sensibilities: Do not follow me on Twitter.)

I've had brief flirtations with Twitter over the last few years, but 2014 was the year I really became a regular tweeter. And it's been fun. Here are 25 of my favorites from the last year: