These are the people in my neighborhood

Apparently when not out living the high life, Party Bus Utah enjoys a low profile in suburbia.

Sometimes the little metal numbers just aren't enough anymore...

Just TRY to miss this, UPS, just TRY!

They who must not be named.

One of my FAVORITE neighbors--the library! I LOVE that this is within walking distance from my home (and the actual purpose for our walk today).

Did we know that ducks take over our local pool on the off season?

Some people walk their dogs. Some people walk themselves.

A fun playground in a fun park that's right across the street from my neighborhood. Sah-weet!!

I have a feeling my girls will want to frequent this playground in the future.

Which means I'll probably frequent this bench in the future.

The softball fields in the park across the street. One night for date night last summer Adam and I got Jamba's and sat here and watched old men play slow pitch softball. PURE COMEDY! Until Larry got hit with a fly ball in the hip (his new hip to be exact) and his wife in the stands (who had been knitting--no joke) ran out the field and the game took a loooong break wherein we decided to let them work it out and head home. Last night we were driving home (ironically drinking Jamba's again) and saw a game going on. Nice to have you back, fellas, it's been a long winter. We'll have to catch you again this summer.

My mountains.

And you know how the mountains look different depending on where in the valley you're standing? I'm glad I live in a place where they still look "right" to me.

Lucy.

A house we almost bought that is still on the market a year later. Who's the genius that builds two master bedrooms and no other bedrooms in the house (that because of the way they're positioned are kind of impossible to divide into two smaller rooms)? What scenerio does that floorplan work for?

Proof that spring is on its way.

A really awesome patriotic fire hydrant. Oh, you don't have one of these in your neighborhood? Shame.

And an hour and a half later.... home.

What a walk.

P.S. Not pictured: my neighbor who came outside in her pajamas at two in the afternoon to throw something in her garbage can and was embarrassed that I saw her that way (pjs, no shower, no makeup) but said she had got stuck working on a project in her basement and never got ready.... so glad I'm not the only one who does that :)