this is goodbye.

I'm taking a break from the world for a while. I wish I could say when I'll be back. I can't. 

but just in case...

this is goodbye.

Kathryn.

oh boy.

this has absolutely nothing to do with anything and is random in every sense, except for the fact that I have excellent taste in the men.

While browsing through my favorite tumbr sites I stumbbled upon this little number. "Calm down," I whisper to myself. His name is Arther Kulkov and he models for J.Crew. Do they get any more attractive than this? 

You're right, he's probably married, like 30 and possibly even gay.  I don't care... 

just look at that face. 
 

  
 and what other guy do you know who can wear a sweater like that and still look attractive?

  images found on tumblr.

oh momma, help me. 

my life's story.

 image found in fb.

You know you're a hard core Star Wars fan when...

You think the Stars Wars theme should be the national anthem.
Your true love is Obi Wan.
You cry during Star Wars.
You pray that the Force may be with you.
A guy with a light saber turns you on.
Pod racing is your favorite sport.

You know you're a true Harry Potter fan when...

You wake up with Hermione Granger hair.

Your favorite breakfast is sausage and grilled tomatoes and marmalade and toast because that's what they eat in book three.

You don't go anywhere without a Harry Potter book in hand. 

Anything long and skinny becomes a wand.

You know all the spells and repeat them daily.

Quiddich is often played in the backyard with the kitchen brooms.

(don't judge. I already know I'm a nerd).

May the Force be with you.

i do hope he has grandsons.

the weekend highlights:

being told too many people idle their time away on fb...while you're on fb.

afternoon spent in Salt Lake City.

meeting mr. mac. (it's a big deal).

after two weeks of your voice not working, you push your voice a little more than usual, so what would normally be very loud is a softer tone. In that moment, my voice decided to work and my voice exploded loudly. loud enough I think the prophet himself heard me. Stupid cold.

hearing the voices of angels sing. over 300 to be exact.

an authentic tabernacle choir lunch. it's legit. it brought back many memories. i miss the icc.

trading my lunch like a little school girl. i saw the case of pepsi. i couldn't resist. i grabbed my extra cupcake and approached them confidently. "excuse me, i noticed you had some pepsi and i would like to trade this cupcake for a can, please?" their looks were unbearable, but I was too occupied with the thought of having a pepsi to notice. "um...yeah, sure, of course." i walk back, pepsi in hand. (after this occasion, i realized i have a serious caffeine addiction. i need help).

two hour nap. is there anything sweeter?

eating over 3,000 calories in one day and waking up to find you've lost 3 pounds. i have a beast of a metabolism. 

v8. i've started a trend in my home. 

coughing, coughing and more coughing. curse this cold.

president uchtdorf, have any grandsons? gosh, your family's so attractive.

my weekend was the loveliest. good friends, lots of family, godly lessons, heavenly music and happy memories relived, lived and remembered. we are so blessed.

because fall makes me happy.

jumping into leaves.

pumpkin spice.

colorful leaves.

brisk air.

pumpkins.

apple cider.

burgundy

orange.

red.

cinnamon.

heater on in the mornings. 

tights.

hats.

stockings.

warmth.

curly hair (this happens to me when the weather changes). 

fall, baby. it's in the air.