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Monday, May 23, 2011




 This is the best we could do of Easter. They DIDN'T want pictures taken that day for some reason. Or ever. lol. Jackson is so shy of the camera lately.





I might be more apt to place pictures on this blog if my computer wasn't so dang slow. Seriously? This post really took me 20 minutes? ew.

A Season for Bragging

Tuesday, May 10, 2011
After several grueling months of school, I'm, we're, he's finally finished. This means there will be no more statements like, "I can't, I have homework tonight" or "I'm gonna be home late". It also means I will not have to be a single mom anymore AND it means that I have a husband to do chores. For example, he is currently outside building a chicken coup. Earlier today we did grocery shopping. Yes, WE. Yesterday he watered the plants, and I got to go to the gym. It's weird, this normal lifestyle. It's mostly me being spoiled.

But then, there are days like today where I wish he was back in school. David came with a trait that runs in the family I think. It's called teasing. It's not the kind of teasing that makes you feel bad, it's the kind that makes you want to punch him in the stomach.

We went to the store today. I was gathering items that were of great weight in the freezer section (giant Stouffers lasagna anyone?). David decided to leave me and frolic up to the dairy area leaving me stranded with frostbite and arm fulls of vegetables and bad-for-my-kids corn dogs. So when I finally caught up with him I said, "I feel angry that you leave me behind like that." So guess what he does next? He trails behind me the rest of the way making smart little remarks. And by trailing I mean that he doesn't stay farther than one foot away. After about 6 minutes of this I was wishing that he had Army class like he normally does on a Tuesday afternoon.

Sometimes I get fed up with it enough that I wrestle him to the ground (not in the naughty way you're thinking) and take my aggression out in breathing my bad breath on him. That's gross. But it works. He'll try and tell you he can get out of my mad moves but it's not true.

Even with all of this I still want to brag about his hard work. Even with all of the irritation and anger and frustration of long days and absentness, I'm super proud of him for all his hard work. According to him, good grades don't come naturally so you can imagine his thrill (and mine) when he checked (a million times over and over until they came in) his grades and saw this:



Yay!

Something Beautiful

Friday, May 6, 2011
I've said it before and I'll probably say it a million more times. I have this intense desire to write something beautiful. Not something disconnected and raw and uncombined. But something that flows and is descriptive. I have a couple people that I am lucky enough to know who write things so amazingly. One is here. Another can be found here. And another? Right here. And I know these people. Well I used to know them in real life and now I only know them through their writing which makes me lucky and them, well, great writers (and great people).

Maybe if I spent more time analyzing my choice of words or using Shift F7 or actually thinking about the words I'm writing I might get something beautiful out of these posts.

Maybe I could talk about something actually beautful. Like a blue sky or raindrops or the beach or a sunset or my kids faces when they sleep. Maybe then I would have a beautiful blog post.

What makes a post so wonderful? I would venture to say it's the choice of descriptive words but you know what? It's not even that. It's the way certain people write. It's like their words melt in your mouth.  Or like reading a published book. I love that. It makes me feel fancy.

Until I get there, I'll just keep writing. My way. :-)

Oh, and watch this video. Or listen to the song if you haven't heard it. It's not Eminem. Don't worry. :)
It's by NeedtoBreathe

My eyes are still burning

Wednesday, May 4, 2011
My skin is hot thanks to the sun. It's fiery and tight and hard and hurting. Why doesn't it feel dry? It always feels like plastic for the first day. I feel sort of like a Barbie. Or maybe what someone with Botox feels like... if they were to get it in their arm. And chest. Okay, and my lips. Oooh and eyes. Ouch.

BelleMarie Designs came up with a "Wedding in a Week" today. It's actually a "Wedding in 3 days". But we did it. And BelleMarie is mostly just my good friend Tierra Belle and Me. Me Marie. So then I added our middle names together and it might be our future business. I hearby declare it copyrighted.

And it's not really finished yet. The wedding is tomorrow but we threw together a fabulous set up, tables, centerpieces, etc... all in one day afternoon. Again, we still have tomorrow. I can't wait to share pictures with you (Tracie... don't judge. lol). Mostly I'm just proud that we seriously got it together in this one day.

Our bride is super excited which makes this project all that much more exciting. It started out as something small and then sort of evolved into a "I'm inviting everyone on Facebook" event. So that's where we came in.

This will be perfect for our portfolio. The hostess of the event actually came up with the "Wedding in a Week" name. I like it. And I like Belle. Because she is whiter than me. lol. She actually burned less today. We'll see tomorrow though. At our yard sales, she took first place for most fried skin. But I think I won today. I'll save my love for her for another post though. I don't want to forget all the things we discovered we have in common though.

Here are a couple from today:
1) I think she likes curly fries just as much as I do.
2) We both have books/boxes full of souvenirs from our (seperate but around the same time) Nauvoo trips that we haven't put together (we don't have real souvenirs because we didn't have money so it's all the free crap gathered along the way... fliers and cards and brochures).
3) She speaks mumble and so do I. We get each other! It's really fun to watch people try and interpret what's going on when we get exactly what it is each of us is saying.