If Wishes were Fishes–

22 11 2010

 What I wish I was doing: Reading one of these books while wrapped up in a big quilt.


What I am actually doing: Drawing these books for a homework assignment I put off until the 11th hour. Drat you, Procrastination!

Post-Edit: My class was cancelled due to snow. Hooray! A reprieve! [Chanting to self: Don’t touch the books. Finish the homework.]

A Great Day in the Middle of a Crazy Week

19 11 2010

This has been one of those weeks where every minute must be coordinated to ensure people are where they are supposed to be at the correct moment.

(I hate weeks like that.)

Due to some very good friends and neighbors, all my children were present and accounted for (well, accounted for, anyway) all week long.


In the middle of the muddle, we had a day. It is sometimes called Wednesday, and sometimes called my least favorite day.

This week, though, it was special. This week, Wednesday was also Rainbow’s day.

I can hardly believe it’s been seven years since this:

Looking at her today, you would never guess she’d been born with black hair.

It just went by so fast. Baby one minute —

or even shorter than one minute —

All-grown up the next.

She’s like Kettle Corn;

A perfect blend of salty and sweet.

(She designed that plastic bag dress romper herself. [Along with the facial expression.] So gifted!)

My dear, sweet Rainbow–thank you for your enthusiasm,

and your delight in all things ladybug. 

You make my life brighter by being in it. I love you! Wishing you a wonderful seventh year!


14 11 2010

I have this memory tucked away close to my heart. It happened during my high school years, and it goes something like this:

We were watching the news one night while (before? during? after? Not relevant to this discussion) eating dinner. There was a special report on a couple of high school students, twins, who had recently taken the SAT and both aced it.

Sorry, I guess you can’t ace the SAT since you aren’t graded on it. They both got a perfect score: 1600.

So the anchorman (or -woman) said some interesting tidbit about them and where they both wanted to attend college then panned back to the twins. They gave each other one of the most awkward high-fives in the history of mankind (being that smart, you know their social skills had to suffer somewhat) and said, “Sixteen hundred!”

My brother Mike and I (where was the rest of the family? not part of this memory, sorry) busted up laughing. We still say “Sixteen hundred!” when giving each other high fives occasionally, but only if the situation is brilliant enough to warrant it.

 This situation is only about 1/4 as brilliant as getting a perfect score on the SAT, but I’ll yell it out loud and proud just the same.

“Four hundred!”

That last post about how much I love my new coffee table was my 400th post.

“Four hundred!”

I almost can’t believe it, but then I think about those months where I did a tiny post everyday. Then I believe it.

“Four hundred!”

I noticed it was coming up a month or so ago, so I’ve been trying to think of a contest. However, since Mandy is so patiently waiting for her prize (and anyone that has such a stellar grasp of tampon packaging deserves a prize as I’m sure you’ll all agree) I have decided to wait until I get that sent off before starting another one. Besides, I’m still trying to figure out what it’s going to be.

But stay tuned. And leave any suggestions in the comments.

“Four hundred!”

I am in L-o-o-ove . . .

10 11 2010

. . . with this coffee table I scored at Goodwill:

And it was only $9.99! I love it when I’m in the right place at the right time.

Now all I need to do if figure out what color to paint it. White is always classic and would be versatile, but I’m kind of leaning toward something more fun. Red? Turquoise? What do you think?

Post Edit: Now I’m thinking orange . . .

Call for Submissions

5 11 2010

I kind of started getting into “found art” after my class last spring. I had this idea for a piece made out of those bread-closing things–not twist-ties, though. The other things.


Even though I’ve been saving them since April, I still don’t have enough. Keep me in mind when you’re throwing out your moldy bread, okay? I’m pretty sure you can send a bunch in a regular envelope.


What’s wrong with this picture?

2 11 2010

I know I said I was done with Halloween, but I had to post this.

Greg: look what I found in one of my kids’ backpacks!

Pumpkins and Costumes and Candy (Oh, my!)

1 11 2010

I have decided I am the Halloween Grinch. I really don’t like Halloween much at all, and this year did nothing to change my opinion. Still, the kids had fun, so that’s all that matters, right?

The pumpkins:

The costumes:

Colby got a my-mom-tortured-me-by-stuffing-me-into-a-tiger-suit-last-year pass on the costuming. He was happy.

For our ward party,  I dressed up as a member of the ISU bowling team circa 1975. No one asked me what my costume was, and I’ve decided it must have been because:

1. It was such a great costume, no explanation was necessary.


2. I already dress so closely to an ISU bowling team member circa 1975 that no one realized I was dressed up.

(I’m afraid it’s number two.)

Good-bye until next year, Halloween! I won’t miss you!