Jenny C ... this is for you!
You know who you are ...
and you know you are better than Martha Stewart at all of it!
You asked me to let you know what you could do to help
AND NOW I'VE LOST YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS!
J E N N Y ... COME BACK!
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Oh Golly -
Lately I've been tired ... super tired. I seem to walk around in the midst of an extended yawn. Friends and family have been commenting on my seemingly unrealistic level of tiredness.
I thought it was only natural. We are in the middle of Keaton's mission papers, we're planning a big-fat wedding, I have a full-time job and a part-time husband ...
why in the world wouldn't I be tired?
I thought I'd go get it checked out since I've had a bit of a fever and other stuff accompanying my overwhelming desire to nap in between performances of American Idol.
It turns out that the mother-of-the-bride/future missionary has Mono.
Good night.
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Monday, March 15, 2010
Spring Break - 2010
Spring Break at our house =
Matthew ... all moved into his new place
Kacey ... getting cozy with a new boy
Gary & the rest of the boys ...
playing on a beach in Rocky Point, Mexico
Me ...
enjoying the most amazing weather and a much needed break from all of it!
Matthew ... all moved into his new place
Kacey ... getting cozy with a new boy
Gary & the rest of the boys ...
playing on a beach in Rocky Point, Mexico
Me ...
enjoying the most amazing weather and a much needed break from all of it!
Happy Spring!
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Snow White ~
While the rest of the country is still shivering and layered, it's barefoot weather around here ... and I love it.
This is the weather that we are known for. The weather that sucks in all of the winter visitors from Wisconsin, Minnesota and Saskatchewan with their dare devil attempts to try with all of their silver-haired might to turn right from the far left lane of any given highly populated highway. Yep, this is the best.
Alas, it is temporary. This weather is just a warning of what is around the corner. That's right. An Arizona Summer. Toasty!
Every year at about this time, I reflect. No, I don't mean that I reminisce. I mean that I actually reflect a bright and shiny light to distant mountain tops off of my pasty white legs. Rudolph has nothing on me!
My entire life, I have been envious of the olive complected people. That glorious natural bronzing that I've only read about in books, but have never experienced. When I was younger, Kristi and I used to "lay out" ... or in other words "grill" ourselves to a perfect shade of pink, and then we'd take turns peeling each other after the blisters would dry.
When I was in Junior High School, I came up with this genius idea to wear pantyhose during P.E. When friends would ask if I was wearing nylons, I would lie and look at them like they were ridiculous. "Who in the world would do such a thing?" "My legs just naturally shimmer and for some reason feel like fabric." Wow. I was cool.
Then came this magic in a bottle! Never before had I been so enthused about a purchase! I rubbed that stuff on ... and on ... and on ... my palms were stained for years and my socks were all orange. So cool was I!
Needless to say, being tan just isn't in the cards for me. But tonight, after I thought I had exhausted all of my clever tanning efforts ... I thought of one more idea.
I like the shade of this band-aid! What if I just cover my pasty ole' legs with this perfectly flexible tan! Yep ... I'm still cool.
Any great fake tanning tips?
This is the weather that we are known for. The weather that sucks in all of the winter visitors from Wisconsin, Minnesota and Saskatchewan with their dare devil attempts to try with all of their silver-haired might to turn right from the far left lane of any given highly populated highway. Yep, this is the best.
Alas, it is temporary. This weather is just a warning of what is around the corner. That's right. An Arizona Summer. Toasty!
Every year at about this time, I reflect. No, I don't mean that I reminisce. I mean that I actually reflect a bright and shiny light to distant mountain tops off of my pasty white legs. Rudolph has nothing on me!
My entire life, I have been envious of the olive complected people. That glorious natural bronzing that I've only read about in books, but have never experienced. When I was younger, Kristi and I used to "lay out" ... or in other words "grill" ourselves to a perfect shade of pink, and then we'd take turns peeling each other after the blisters would dry.
When I was in Junior High School, I came up with this genius idea to wear pantyhose during P.E. When friends would ask if I was wearing nylons, I would lie and look at them like they were ridiculous. "Who in the world would do such a thing?" "My legs just naturally shimmer and for some reason feel like fabric." Wow. I was cool.
Then came this magic in a bottle! Never before had I been so enthused about a purchase! I rubbed that stuff on ... and on ... and on ... my palms were stained for years and my socks were all orange. So cool was I!
Needless to say, being tan just isn't in the cards for me. But tonight, after I thought I had exhausted all of my clever tanning efforts ... I thought of one more idea.
I like the shade of this band-aid! What if I just cover my pasty ole' legs with this perfectly flexible tan! Yep ... I'm still cool.
Any great fake tanning tips?
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