friday night lights

I am so totally slacking on my, Thirty Days and Thirty Thanks, and it's not because I have a shortage of things I'm thankful for, it's just that I'm a slacker. Working on that.


This weekend was one of those weekends you can't help but feel so lucky to have had. Beginning with the obvious, Thanksgiving Day, the weekend opened with the year's feast of all feasts. There's really not much better than that.
And then came Friday night which was just so bright. And so awesome.

Some of the cousins and their cute families came over for hot cocoa, apple cider and vegan-unfriendly goodies (it's the holidays, gimme a break).

As if we hadn't gorged ourselves enough on Thursday, we continued to stuff our stomachs full of rice krispy ornaments, cookies and brownies, then we took our hot cocoa to-go and bundled up for the trek across the street to admire Temple Square's Christmas lights. I've been watching them string these bad boys since August. That's a long time to be up on a ladder, but obviously so worth it.

As usual, Temple Square put together a magical display, but as far as brightness goes, I'd say our smiles had those lights beat. Haha, I'm such a cheeseball. 

Yes, I seriously left the house still wearing my house slippers. Gasp.
Hehehe...

Let the festivities begin!

Happy Holidays,

Kaits

Rockin' and Runnin'

I'd be lying if I told you that running is an enjoyable experience right from the moment my Nike's hit the pavement. It's not. The first 10-20 minutes are usually miserable and I literally have to envision myself running towards my very own imaginary medical marijuana card just to force myself to keep going. In my attempts to make those first few moments a bit more bearable, I've been experimenting with different playlists on my ipod, searching for one that will aid in "getting my mind right" during that first part of my long runs. I've tried everyone from Michael Buble to Lil Wayne, but it hasn't been until recently that I've found the winner and my partner on the pavement. It's no surprise that the best "pick me up" playlist, the one that really gets my heart going and my legs cruising, happens to be my cousin Curtis' band, Vayden.





So, Vayden, thanks for keeping me on my feet and pumping me up. As long as you're pulsating through my headphones, I may have a chance at making it through this marathon... alive. Oh, and if you ever find yourself doing a show up this way, you can be assured that my Nike's and I will be there.




Kindly,
Kait


You can listen to more of Vayden here, you can join them here, and you can learn about them here. Enjoy!