by the way, I think weed pulling is very therapeutic.

Sometimes I like to think about the thoughts I have while I'm pulling weeds. Like right while I'm having them, do you ever do that? Call me crazy.

Today I realized that sometimes I leave certain weeds because I think they are charming and/or I think they have potential to turn out interesting.

Then I thought, this may or may not be a parallel to the way I allowed boys to wander in my life before Gar...

Then I looked down and thought, charming or not, you're still a weed.

And I reached down and yanked that weed out.

...

Very sad to see this dear dear lovely friend leave me. She is off to much bigger and better things but still it's so hard to say goodbye to wonderful friends who are tied up in your heart strings.

Twins.




She'll kill me for this one, but I laugh my guts out every time I look at it so I can't help myself. SUCH good times!

So many friends have left a huge impression on me and will forever be dear to my heart. This lovely friend is definitely one of them. We went through a lot together and no matter what I will always feel tied to her from all we went through together. So proud of you and wish you the very best in all to come.

cuz' I'm shameless and want to win

I really like some of these and want to win one. So you get to read this.

http://www.etsy.com/shop/tinytins

Dear Earth,

Happy Earth Day
Maui, HI




Sierra Nevadas, Mexico

Serra da Capivara, Brasil
Rio de Janiero, Brasil
Gainesville, FL
Eastern Coast (man from snowy river area), Australia
Sydney, Australia
No matter where I am, you are always there, beautiful and lovely. Hot or cold, mountains or water, trees or desert. Here's to a day about remembering to take better care of you (everyday).

I believe a healthy environment makes healthy (happy) people. Help the earth and the earth helps you.

To find out more about the environment and your health go here
If you live in Utah, find out about your environment and health closer to home here
If you want to find out about your state environmental health go here

a recipe for good times

To get a good laugh (and feel cool when people laugh at your jokes) call brother who is college professor in the middle of his class:

Brother numero dos (out of 5), who is pictured left with yours truly circa 1988 ish, answered my call the other day and said "Hey I've got someone who wants to say hi to you." suddenly it sounds like something is exploding. When I ask him what the "heck" that was he says it was his Bio 100 class. They bust up laughing (more exploding noise) and I ask him what kind of professor he is answering his cell phone in class, "what kind of education are those kids getting?" More exploding noises (I'm guessing laughter). Ahhhh, what I would give to sit in on his class.

If only you could see the glory of brother's full-blown (nasty) eighties mullet. woot.

To get the "laughs so hard you can't breathe"--(and blackmail material for future) catch husband unawares:

Walked in on Garret doing the cha-cha in the mirror. It got even better when he realized I was watching and blushed like a tomato...I haven't laughed that hard...maybe ever.

(errrr...since I just blogged this, does that mean I can't use it for blackmail? deerrrn)

baby season

So the last few spring/summers have been wedding season for us and many lovely friends and now...I guess I'm all grown up or something because this spring and summer have become baby season. Pretty sure we are the only ones who don't have a baby or who aren't pregnant.

Guess that means we can pick up a pretty good babysitting gig...

So, I have been trying to document some of my crafting so that I can have a little archive to refer to when I need ideas etc. And thus, we have a couple of onesies I did for lovely friend Andi and little Evaleigh who is due to make her debut May 4th, 2010.

To accentuate her sweet little diapered bum (and the only time in her life a dimpled bum will be cute)
Here is the front.

These were fun to make despite how ridiculously long they took (I thought they would be "super quick") and the blisters and callus' that came along with the fun. How did people in the "olden days" (how the heck do you spell "olden, old'n, oldin" is that even a real word?) hand sew all their stuff? INSANE I tell you. I guess I would have been a wimpy pioneer woman.

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