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Follow Larrie’s Thoughts (Good Luck)


Ever heard of Plinky? Its mission, or something, is to help bloggers overcome writer’s block. So a while back, I entered my email address into their website to get “plinky prompts” sent my way. They’re simply questions you can answer to come up with an idea for a blog. Usually, I don’t like them. They’re questions like “Who is your greatest hero of all time?” or “If you could have any job in the world, what would it be?”

For some reason, they don’t seem to lead to particularly interesting blogs. Maybe it’s me, not Plinky. Whatever the reason, today, I feel like trying to answer two of the prompts. See if they’re interesting to you or not, mmkay?

Question #1: Have you ever lied about your age? Why?

A little less than a year ago, I went to lunch at The Dodo with a group of friends. I really only knew one of them, my friend Megs. The other people were her friends she’d met in Hong Kong. Two of the girls were visiting from Australia. Another was a native Utahn who brought her husband along to the dinner—they were newlyweds.

Eventually, the conversation turned to the subject of marriage and the two at the table who had any say in it spoke up. The husband was several years younger than his wife, something that surprised me because of how often a few of my guy friends would reiterate the fact that they would never date an older woman.

The wife was eventually asked, “How’d you do it? How’d you get the younger man?”

Her reply, “I didn’t tell him. For a while.”

She went on to explain he might have had a guess but he didn’t really know until he had already fallen for her.

So I guess that’s how you do it. If you want to snag a younger man, don’t tell him your age.

Okay, fast forward a number of months.

I’m on a blind date with this guys that my younger brother set me up with. They told me that he was younger than me, but didn’t tell me by how much. When I met him, he looked 22. As we talked, I learned that he was at least older than that judging by the amount of time he mentioned it took to get through school, but I only added a few years on to my guess. Maybe 25. I was 29. I thought of that dinner at The Dodo a number of months previous and wasn’t about to start telling this guy about how old I was.

And then we were standing by a pond in Liberty Park and I made a comment about the fish there being the ugliest fish I’d seen in all my years.

“In all your… wait… how old are you?”

What? You can’t ask a girl that question on the first date. Oh great. It’s all over now. I briefly thought of my guy friends and their constant reiterations about never dating an older woman.

Oh well.

Might as well just rip off the bandaid.

“I’m 29.”

I waited for the response. “Ok.”

I didn’t lie.

And I told him how old I was on the first date. So much for waiting until he had already fallen for me.

And yet, he didn’t take me home right away. He even asked me out again. And again. And again.

And now we’re married.

So there you have it. I didn’t keep my age a secret, nor did I lie about it. And my husband isn’t 22 or 25. I’ve got two years and change on him. Lucky me. Lucky Nathan.

Question #2: If you could go back in time and have a 5 minute conversation with yourself ten years ago, what would you say?

I promise it will be worth the wait. Promise.*

*And then, since that won’t fill up the entire 5 minutes, I’d then share some information like, “buy some of these stocks,” or “don’t put Kansas in your 2010 March Madness bracket” and “avoid drafting Chris Johnson for your fantasy team; get Michael Vick instead.” Sound advice.

Happy Thoughts on London


I had a FABULOUS vacation to London over Easter. I went with Megs, met up with Monica and added people to the trip throughout (Michael, Annie, Britt, Niall, etc). If I were to write a travelogue on our adventures, it’d turn into a novel. I am rather effusive, after all. Instead, how about a list of some of my random thoughts on the trip? What a GREAT plan. And then, a nifty video I put together of our pictures. Hope you fancy that idea.

  • Do not ride in the Quiet Carriage. Especially avoid this when riding the train to Oxford with boisterous friends and none of you knew that you were in said car.
  • Mormon hookups are superb.*
  • Adding new friends to trips means cheaper train tickets (2 for 1 deals) and new Facebook friends! (Give it up for FB making it possible to keep in touch with new London friends.)
  • Being a student at Oxford made me smarter, saved me money, and gave me all sorts of free access.
  • Sharing two mattresses with two other friends does not make for a good night’s rest.
  • I am truly, madly, deeply a HUGE fan of crumpets.
  • When I’m rich, I’m going to own a house in Bath and visit in the summer.
  • Faraway horses look like small horses.
  • I’m horrible at putting on a British accent.
  • Walking straight is difficult when you’re constantly surrounded by amazing history and architecture.
  • When I returned to the states, it was difficult to look LEFT first and to actually cross the road at a crosswalk.
  • I miss British chocolate; my waistline would not miss it, though.
  • Donkeys that run castles are fantastic. And they’re not even stinky either.
  • If the Queen asked me to move into Windsor Castle just for the company, I wouldn’t turn her down.
  • There were big rocks at Stonehenge. wow. (That was an INTENTIONALLY lowercase wow.)
  • Wicked and 39 Steps were absolutely worth the ticket prices.
  • Playing soccer again with Monica after all that time was the HIGHLIGHT of the trip! (She assisted me on a goal, too.)
  • Attending a football match meant realizing Americans have no clue how to really cheer on their team. Brits taunt the other fans excessively, they chant and chant for the entire game, nobody sits down and it is definitely not a kid-friendly environment.
  • I know we have Starbucks in the states, but I had no clue that strawberry cream drinks were delightful until having one in London.
  • I almost wanted to go back to school just to be a REAL student at Oxford.
  • Nobody even reacted when the announcement in the Tube station stated that ‘The Jubilee line was experiencing delays due to a PERSON UNDER THE TRAIN.’
  • My feet hurt.
  • Mmmmmmm, chocolate.


*When I read over this list after finishing it (to proofread, of course), I realized this sounded like I “got some” on my trip. Really, it means that I had instant friends thanks to religion and they trusted us enough to hook us up with some great stuff like a free place to stay in Oxford.

All These Quotes About Food and Drink


I have some random quotes queued up in my phone’s notes. As I scanned through them, I noticed a theme with half of them. They’re about food and drink. So here’s a themed quote of the week for ya:

“When the guys are over, I’ll socially drink Rockstar.” ~McJosh

“I’m having something that feels like hunger in my stomach.” ~Freddy

“You don’t want to cook by blacklight?”~Tracy
“I know how you love Halloween.” ~Maren
“Who doesn’t?!” ~Steph

“Hey kids; forget eating. We’re foosing!” ~Megs

“Doesn’t ice cream just fill in the cracks?” ~Me
“It does. I want all my cracks filled.” ~Maren

“Once I start, I can’t stop. It’s like no portion control in my dessert brain.” ~Rachel the Aussie

Bring On January


Do you remember what you were doing the afternoon of New Year’s Eve? I remember one of the items on my busy* agenda: stopping by Laura’s with Maren to make up a song about the depressing month of January with Annalisa as well. That’s my sister and my two cousins and I must say, our free-style song absolutely caught the glorious depression that is the month of January.

Welcome to the funk that is the first month of the year.

And right now, I have nothing inspiring or funny to write.

I blame January.

What a let down. Seriously.

So instead, how about I’ll just tell you that I received a gift in the mail today that briefly brought me out of the funk (oh, and I played dodgeball and worked out so that helps, too). Rich Stowell sent me a signed copy of his book, Nine Weeks. I read one chapter a few months ago when I helped edit it so I’m excited to read the entirety. I’ll let ya know what I think when I finish.

Did I mention I love owning books signed by the author?

*Thanks to Maren, Megs, Steig, Steph, and everybody at Christi’s for keeping me busy and entertained on a holiday that I’m not so much a fan of.

Master Larrie the Graduate


Last week, I was absent from the blog world. I have no commitment with you people, apparently. How terrible.

Instead, I spent much of my time with my precious laptop giving myself a headache writing my LAST PAPER EVER for my master’s degree. Can you believe it? Two and a half long years of going to school in the evening (summer’s included), I can finally say that I’m done done done done done done done done AND done!

I finished the last sentence on Thursday night.

And then I celebrated by dancing around my home.

And then I celebrated by making a gingerbread house at Maren’s. Isn’t that how YOU would celebrate?

And then I celebrated some more by going hot tubbing with Megs. It was perfect because it was well below freezing, we were surrounded by snow and Megs put in the new John Mayer CD to listen to.

And then I celebrated some more by going with this hot guy that I know for some midnight Mexican. Well, it was kind of midnight.

And then I celebrated some more by getting up early on Friday to iron my gown and hood, meeting up with my parents at Alberto’s, driving to Logan, walking across Utah State in the 4 degree temperature and participating in graduation. Please begin referring to me as Master Larrie the Graduate now. Thank you very much!

And then I celebrated some more with a party that Megs threw for me where we had a smorgasbord of goodness to eat, we played some mean games of Twister, and I did a terrible job of trying to sound like a wicked witch while playing Curses.

And then I celebrated some more with a baby shower for Ali, and then a headache that sent me to bed for a bit, and then off to the Tabernacle Choir’s Christmas concert, and then Wal-Mart and then watch a movie by myself because, despite the lack of sleep all week, I couldn’t fall asleep.

And then I celebrated by going to the Tab Choir’s Sunday morning concert with this hot guy I know and then to church and then to my parents’ for dinner and then to a musical fireside for the Stake where I promptly fell asleep.

And that, my internet friends, is how you celebrate finally finishing graduate school.

HIP HIP POORAY!