just call me david tutera


Last night Stover Hall basement saw the surprise party to beat all surprise parties. Well, maybe not. It was really fun though, and it was a surprise. So mission accomplished right? Here’s the thing about planning parties…It’s hard! I have never felt such a mixture of stress, excitement, and franticness (it’s a word?). Props to my momma for all the parties she has ever planned. Despite the anxiety that accompanied it, I almost enjoyed putting that little fiesta together. I think it came from all those years of watching David Tutera party planning shows with my mom. I felt professional as I told people to “Tape that large plastic sign over that ugly brick wall” or to “Help me frost the cake with a spoon since we don’t have a knife.” Except in my head, it was a lot classier and I had a clipboard and an earpiece.


My question is: Does every party planning experience have as many problems as I encountered or was that just extra special for me? Let’s do a quick run-through. The first obstacle was Kate. She was in our room (how dare she think sitting in her own bedroom is okay, right?). Because she was there though, I kept having to make up excuses for why I was carrying normal things like iPod speakers and a plate out of the room. The second obstacle was Kate’s popularity. I found out, mere hours before the party that she was supposed to be hanging out with a friend that night. At the same time as the party. Gasp! With all the sneakiness I could muster, I stole Kate’s phone and quickly jotted down said friend’s phone number. After one strikeout (“I think you got the wrong number sweetheart.”) I managed to persuade the friend to postpone their evenings plans and join us at the fiesta. The final obstacle was… the cake. Let’s just say my last name is not a reflection on my actual skills in the kitchen. We had no cake pans, no mixing bowl, no whisk, and no measuring cups. We ended up with 1 cake pan, an old pot, a cereal spoon, and my best guesses on how much of what should go in. Surprisingly, the cake turned out delicious. It’s like a metaphor for the fiesta as a whole. It was hard getting it all together but it turned out…delicious? Never mind that.


Honestly though, if you ever need a pick-me-up, throw a surprise party! It was so fun seeing Kate’s reaction and hanging with friends. Plus we all got lots of cake and candy. Yum.



you’ve had a birthday…


Yesterday and today two of my favorite people in the world had their birthdays!

Miss Emily Baker turned sixteen, and yes boys she is single. I can’t believe my little sis is all grown up! She can date, she can drive, and it’s too much for me to handle. She has been my best friend for the past sixteen years, and will be for the rest of forever. She is such an example to me with how thoughtful she always is. This girl is so dang talented it’s not fair. This blog would be a bajillion times better if I had her take pictures for me. She loves babies like I love Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups, and will be the best mom ever (but not for a long long time. I can’t handle too much growing up). Pie, I love you and miss you!

Roommate Kate is now an adult which means she can do all sorts of exciting things now. Like…um…buying a snuggie from TV or going on Disney channel’s website without asking for parent permission! Exciting! Kate and I pretty much had an arranged friendship since birth. I think our parents have been plotting for us to be roommates since before we were born. I’m definitely not complaining though, because I got the better end of the deal. Kate’s a gem! I could not have asked for a better roommate. She has literally the most contagious laugh I’ve ever heard. I’m pretty sure when Kate thinks something is funny, the entire hall knows. She’s an angel and does nothing wrong ever. Sometimes I polish her halo when I’m wishing that I was as perfect as she is. On top of everything else, she’s hot too. Kate, thanks for putting up with me. I love you!

P.S. Yes, the title of this post is a reference to a primary song. I’m blaming it on currently living in Utah. Don’t judge.


I had a FANTASTIC Memorial Day weekend! On Friday, I stuffed my face at Harbor House and did my social norms project for psych (expect to see that video real soon). On Saturday my cousin Donevan got married in the San Diego Temple and the fam bam and I went to his reception that night. The reception was gorgeous and Amanda and Donevan looked sooo happy! Donevan’s best friend Jeff and his fiance, Brooke, were at the reception too. This is important because I might kind of stalk Brooke’s blog religiously. A little. I was just minding my own business at the reception, chatting away blissfully with friends when who should walk up? My dad. With Jeff. And Brooke. Brooke! Walking towards me! Ah! My dad had this big grin on his face because he was getting pure enjoyment out of humiliating me. Cool dad, cool. My dad had told Brooke that I am obsessed with her blog. Even though she was probably super creeped out, she was nice. Bless her heart. That was a super awkward/awesome moment in my life. Sunday was my birthday! Guys, I’m legal. It was a fantastic day, and I got a fancy new camera. Now I can post fancy new pics on here! I can’t believe that I’m an “adult.” Gross. On Memorial Day my extended family went and visited my grandpa’s grave. It was awesome hearing stories about him from my aunts and uncles since he passed away when I was only two. I love you grandpa! After that, I hit up the aquarium with Austin and Parker-boy. Who knew fish could be so cool? But, seriously. Hope you  had a lovely Memorial Weekend! :)