December 29, 2010

got milk?

Warning: Guys, you may not want to read this post. It contains breast milk.

I love milk. I can go thru a gallon a day.
You can have your Starbucks, your Red Bull, your freshly squeezed orange juice, but.....gimme milk.
It's my favorite drink, hands down.
..... Milk. It does the body good.

This is Brandi. She's my friend. That's her husband, Dan, with her.
He's bald.

One time, I went on a trip with Brandi and a few other women.
I filled a water bottle with milk, and took it along with me. I'm picky about what kind I drink.
On the way home, I realized I had forgotten to refill my milk bottle for the trek back.
I was pretty sad.
But, Jessie saved the day.
She had kindly refilled my milk bottle without me even asking.
"I knew you would need more for on the way home", she said. And she blinked her eyes sooo innocently at me.
I hugged and kissed her. I declared to everyone that no one was as wonderful as Jessie.
I took a big swallow of my milk, and swished it around in my mouth thoughtfully,"I think this milk might be sour. It has a funny taste."
They all laughed and laughed, every last one of those sadistic women. 
Just like hyenas.

Did I mention that Brandi had just had a brand new baby girl?

Turns out, the milk wasn't sour.
Turns out, Brandi had been pumping, and my milk bottle was the closest empty container on hand.
Turns out, it was breast milk, and I had just drank it.

I went over to Brandi's earlier today because she has another brand new little baby girl, and I wanted to see it.
I poured my own milk while I was there.

December 27, 2010

angel, by leah

Fall on your knees,
Oh, hear the angel's voices...

I went to an antique store called My Favorite Things.
So many little things!
Well...that's off track.
I went Christmas present shopping there.
I got mom, Sunny, and grandma's presents.
I liked grandma's present the most. (No offence, Sunny and Mom.)
I got her an angel ornament, it's so pretty. Even though it has pipe cleaners on it.

Grandma said I could have it back when she dies. :)

December 26, 2010


Here's some leftovers from Christmas:

"Do you need a thermometer for cooking mac n' cheese, or PB&J?"     -Tim, when I told Sherry I had never used a cooking thermometer. He had a point.

"Here, you can have these."     -Emma, when she accidently pulled the eyelashes off her new doll.

"Here, you can have this."     -Emma, when she accidently pulled the arm off her new doll.

"What's this go to?"     -Emma, while ripping out the thread that held on her new doll's hair.

"Help."     -The Poor New Doll

"Wow! Mary's really sweating!"     -Emma, while watching Mary give birth to baby Jesus on The Nativity.

"I wish you could just give one quick push, and the baby would come out."     -Emma, still watching Mary give birth.

"That would be nice."     -Karen, very drily, in response to Emma.

"And I want all your money."     -Emma, when Leah told Grandma Sherry she wanted a particular Christmas ornament from Sherry's tree. That child knows which side her bread is buttered on.

Emma and her new Barbie ornament...
Can you see me hiding behind her?
Tim said I can run, but you just can't hide that halo of dandruff.
I'll have you to know.....I have psoriasis, not dandruff. So there.

Hannah was pretty excited about this puffer vest.
There's Tim hiding behind her.
He's mocking me.

Here's Molly reading her new book.
Isn't she cute???


when i survey

These are my girls.
And I love them.
I think they're pretty darn talented.
Especially Lily shyly shoving her fists into her cutie pie face.

December 25, 2010

our christmas

It's Santa!
No's Grandma Sherry.
Wait....that's the same thing.

This, folks, is why we don't take pictures of me first thing in the morning...

And this, folks, is why we don't take Tim out in public.

 Lily was so much fun to watch.
She was excited about everything.
I love that this baby girl is so easy to please.

Just because she's cute, and I love her alot....

Molly didn't really care that it was Christmas.
She wasn't into all the commotion and frenzy.
She just sat there, and drooled onto her new bath toys.

" pjs. Big deal."
"Am I supposed to express excitement?
"You're asking alot of me."
"When's breakfast?"

Lucy got an American doll.
.....this is the part where you insert very excited screaming and hollering.

Lily ab-so-lutely refused to be parted from her stocking stuffers.
These guys went everywhere with her for the next four hours, including the tub.
(She washed them carefully.)
That mandarin was mush by the time we peeled it for her to eat.

Emma dressed up for the occasion.
"Just.... 'cause we're opening presents, Aunt Sunny!"
Opening presents is a big deal, after all.

I really love this picture for some reason.
They were waiting to be posed for the family photo.
Leah's flaring her nostrils.
(Just thought I'd point that one out for ya.)

 And here we have the family photo.
This is why we don't take these very often.
You try getting six little girls to, "LOOK AT THE LIGHT! LOOK AT THE LIGHT RIGHT NOW, OR I'LL HURT YOU BAD!!!"
And then you have to switch really quick from yelling to smiling nice before the timer goes off.
Very difficult, indeed.

"Can you pway wif me, Daddy?"

There's just something so satisfying about yanking the cover off a little kitchen set, and hearing three little voices screaming in utter delight.

I got alot of really nice gifts, more than I expected, but this one is my favorite.
Karen put it in my stocking.
It's delicate, and beautiful.
And I love it. 
(Sidenote: stockings are the best part of the presents. I adore pulling my stocking apart.)

December 24, 2010

oh, holy night

I had to get in one last favorite before Christmas is over.
This video ends rawther abruptly so....sorry 'bout that, but I like the way Carrie sings it.

This song really does make me want to fall on my knees.
It fills my heart to overflowing.

December 22, 2010

for unto us

And I will shake all nations, and the desire of all nations shall come: and I will fill this house with glory, saith the LORD of hosts. Haggai 2:7

And thou Bethlehem, in the land of Juda, art not the least among the princes of Juda: for out of thee shall come a Governor, that shall rule my people Israel.
Matthew 2:6

But thou, Bethlehem Ephratah, though thou be little among the thousands of Judah, yet out of thee shall he come forth unto me that is to be ruler in Israel; whose goings forth have been from of old, from everlasting.
Micah 5:2

Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign; Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.
Isaiah 7:1

For unto us a child is born, unto us a son is given: and the government shall be upon his shoulder: and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince Of Peace. Of the increase of his government and peace there shall be no end, upon the throne of David, and upon his kingdom, to order it, and to establish it with judgment and with justice from henceforth even for ever. The zeal of the LORD of hosts will perform this.
Isaiah 9:6-7

In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and the Word was God. The same was in the beggining with God. All things were made by him; and without him was not any thing made that was made. And the Word was made flesh, and dwelt among us, (and we beheld his glory, the glory as of the only begotten of the Father,) full of grace and truth.
John 1:1-3, 14

And again, when he bringeth in the firstbegotten into the world, he saith, And let all the angels of God worship him.
Hebrews 1:6

And the angel said unto her, Fear not, Mary: for thou hast found favour with God. And, behold, thou shalt conceive in thy womb, and bring forth a son, and shalt call his name JESUS. He shall be great, and shall be called the Son of the Highest: and the Lord God shall give unto him the throne of his father David.
And he shall reign over the house of Jacob for ever; and of his kingdom there shall be no end. Then said Mary unto the angel, How shall this be, seeing I know not a man? And the angel answered and said unto her, The Holy Ghost shall come upon thee, and the power of the Highest shall overshadow thee: therefore also that holy thing which shall be born of thee shall be called the Son of God.
Luke 1:30-35

And so it was, that, while they were there, the days were accomplished that she should be delivered. And she brought forth her firstborn son, and wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger; because there was no room for them in the inn.And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of the Lord came upon them, and the glory of the Lord shone round about them: and they were sore afraid. And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord.
Luke 2:6-11

I will declare the decree: the LORD hath said unto me, Thou art my Son; this day have I begotten thee.
Psalm 2:7

But made himself of no reputation, and took upon him the form of a servant, and was made in the likeness of men: And being found in fashion as a man, he humbled himself, and became obedient unto death, even the death of the cross.
Philippians 2:7-8

And without controversy great is the mystery of godliness: God was manifest in the flesh, justified in the Spirit, seen of angels, preached unto the Gentiles, believed on in the world, received up into glory.
1Timothy 3:16

Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will toward men.
Luke 2:14

I don't know about you, but I love these verses.
They just thrill me.
Right down to my toes.
My favorite is Isaiah 9:6-7....
Wonderful, Counsellor, The mighty God, The everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace.
Oh, those words!
The picture they create in my mind!

I can't imagine Christ as a baby. I just can't.
I don't mean to belittle the wonderous miracle of Christ's birth.
I would never want to do that.
It. is. amazing. Too amazing for my small words.
But, for all my overactive imagination, I fail to see Christ as a child, every time.
When I read these verses, I can't see baby Jesus wrapped in swaddling clothes.
They give me a completely different mental image.
I see Him on that cross with love in His eyes. Love for me!
I see Him conquering death.
I see Him shaking Hell's gates.
I see Him coming back on His white horse with His vesture dipped in blood.
I see myself falling flat on my face in the presence of His glory.
I see Christ, in all His might, holding my hand.

I cannot fathom the wonderful glory of God.
All I know is, I'm a part of it.
A scraped up piece of dust, partaking in the miracle that is Christ's birth...death...burial...and resurrection.

I love these verses, and this time of the year, because they remind me of all that.
And it fills my heart to bursting.

December 21, 2010


The weekend. Monday.

1)  I've got a new red hat.
It's bright.
It's pretty.
And Kathy made it for me.

2)  I heart Kathy.

3)  I heart strawberry cake too.
With pink frosting.
Especially strawberry cake with pink frosting on my birthday.
Thank you, Mrs. Hoover.

4)  More snow!
(Sorry, Talia, I can't help it. Knuckle bump?)

5)  Ever been to the Christmas house in Post Falls?
If not, go.
It's not too far from the Post Office.
There's something so fascinating about Christmas lights blinking in time with Silent Night.
(Or to the theme song of The Magnificent Seven  for those who aren't in the Christmas spirit.)
If you want to see beautiful Christmas lights blinking in time to Silent Night, but don't want to leave the comfort of home, go here.
It's an amazing site. I was entertained for hours. (It doesn't take much.)

6)  Voyage of the Dawn Treader.
In 3D.
I love Narnia.
I want to go there.
I would probably faint if I saw a minotaur too.
Or at least pee my pants.

7)  If I was about to be executed, and they asked me what I wanted for my last meal, I would say Olive Garden's Zuppa Toscana with bread sticks.
And a peach Bellini tea.
With lemon creme cake for dessert.
That's what I had yesterday when I was about to starve to death.
It saved my life.

8)  I love that my birthday is so close to Christmas.
I like opening my birthday presents by the tree.
I like going to the church Christmas cantata on my birthday.
I liked the Christmas cantata. Period. Birthday, or not.
Those guys did an excellent job. *applause*

9)  Know that song Love Potion #9?
I didn’t know if it was day or night.
I started kissing everything in sight.
But when I kissed a cop down on 34th and Vine.
He broke my little bottle of Love Potion #9.
I love that song.

Karen bought me this hair product called Potion9 for my birthday.
It's supposed to make my hair glorious.
That'll be the day.

10)  Don't ever watch a Holocaust movie on your birthday.
It's a real downer.
But if it's not your birthday, and you don't mind crying, and you like those kinds of movies, watch The Courageous Heart of Irena Sendler.
It's a true story.
You will cry your eyes straight out of your head.

December 19, 2010

just in case you wanna give me a present

It's my 27th birthday today.
I'll be thirty in three years.
I know because I just counted that out on my fingers.

This is me before I grew up....

Believe it or not, in spite of being fat, bald, and covered in mosquito bites, I won a beautiful baby contest one time.
The contest was at my great-grandmother Matilda's nursing home.
But it was still a legit contest you guys!
Moma says the old people loved me there.
It's the only thing I've ever won.
I even got a trophy. It was green with a naked gold baby on top. I loved that thing when I was a kid!
I loved showing it off to my friends.
I didn't care if they had trophies galore from piano recitals, and karate classes. None of them had won a beautiful baby contest.
I would show you a picture, but I lost that trophy somewhere along the way.
What a bummer.

Now I'm an adult. says my birth certificate.
I'm a little taller, and I've lost most of the mosquito bites.

There's a fish I caught.
I know.
Pre-tty impressive.
Here's some more pictures of me enjoying adulthood.....

I actually don't mind getting older at all.
Other than that it sounds weird to say thirty is right around the corner, it doesn't feel any different.
Being young is fun, and getting older isn't much different.
I can still be silly, and no one cares.
I can be serious when I need to.
I can be an adult...if I wanna.
If I don't know what I'm doing, God has given me alot of friends and family to help me out.
For which I am very grateful.
And I've been getting grey hairs since I was thirteen. (What the heck)
And....I'm still just as super duper excited about my birthday as I ever was.
C'mon, I get to eat cake and frosting, I get to open presents, people say happy birthday to me in really nice voices.
What's not to be excited about?

P.S. If you want to give me a present....I accept.

December 18, 2010

memory lane

I know I've said it before, but I love to give gifts.
It's my love language. My way of saying how I feel when I can't find the words.
I love when I see the perfect gift for the perfect person.
I love that feeling I get in my heart when I give it too.
It's so heart-warming.
I love it even more when I have the money to buy that perfect gift.

That so seldom happens.

The only drawback to buying someone a present, is that you have to go shopping first.
I hate shopping.
And shopping hates me.
We hate each other.

Year before last, I bought Jason's Christmas present at T.J. Maxx.

This is Jason.....and his pocket knife. He really wanted a picture of he and his pocket knife together.
And I really love that fact.

I was pretty happy about what I had picked out.
It was this nice green plaid shirt. Good brand. I could afford it.
So I bought it.
Took it home, and wrapped it up all pretty.
Jason and Jenny came into town a few days later.
At some point we all ended up at T.J. Maxx together.
I pulled out the nice green plaid shirt. (Because they had more than one.)
I showed it to Jason, "Hey, isn't this shirt so nice? Don't you love it?"
He took a gander,"That's the ugliest shirt I've ever seen. It's uglier than dirt."
(Notice he put a special emphasis on the word dirt.)
So, since I can take a hint, I returned the shirt.
But, it was okay.
Starbucks came to my rescue....I bought Jay a gift card with little snowmen on it.

Then, the day before Christmas, we were sitting around the kitchen table, talking about Christmas presents when Jason said,"I hate when people buy gift cards. It's like, hey I don't know what to get this person...oh, I know. I'll but them a gift card."
I choked on my milk and cookies.
It was the day before Christmas. I was fresh out of time and money.

Christmas morning rolled around......and Jay got a Starbucks gift card.
Like it or not.
Of course, when I told him the whole story about the shirt return and me choking on my milk and cookies, he felt really bad.
"Man. You should've just given me the shirt. It wasn't that bad. I was exaggerating a little. You even had it wrapped? I feel really bad."
And later on, we all went to Starbucks where he got to use his gift card while I watched.

I laugh every time I remember this.
It's one of my favorite Christmas memories.
And I get to remember it every time I go Christmas shopping.

Here's Jason again, with Dad.
Notice he isn't wearing a nice green plaid shirt.

December 17, 2010

shelly's girls and the horse

Uncle John has always had this horse. For as long as I can remember.
Maybe it's not the same horse.
Maybe he gets a new one when the old one wears out.
But it's the same corral (with a baseball field behind), and the same little red barn.
What I remember most about this horse is that every year, when we all gathered together at Uncle John's for Christmas or Thanksgiving, the danged animal was brought out to torture all the little kids.
Uncle John would say," Let's go out to the barn."
He wouldn't say anything else.
He's a man of few words.
Then we would stand around while he brought the horse out, saddled and ready.
We older kids almost never got to ride. That special novelty was saved for the little guys.
One by one, Uncle John would ask them,"Want to ride?"
And one by one, they would nervously look at the horse snorting in the corral, and furiously shake their terrified little heads in an emphatic no, sir.

Poor things. They didn't stand a chance.

On the horse they went.
Shivering in terror, but too well behaved to start screaming yet.
They clung to the saddle horn, being led 'round and 'round the corral, tears streaming down their faces, begging to be let off.
All the while we assured them they were having enormous amounts of fun. Horseback riding was fun. If they would only stop crying long enough to realize it.
I want you to know, Uncle John isn't sadistic, he's one of the kindest people I know, but he's a horse man, and horseback riding is just done.
And he didn't really understand why the girls were so scared. None of us did for that matter.
They were scared of every animal alive. If they saw the little neighbor weiner dog, they'd crawl up your leg until they reached your shoulders, and then lock you in a choke hold....sobbing hysterically until you maneuvered them safely into the house. And locked the doors. And don't forget the deadbolt.
We figured they'd grow out of it.
They've gotten better. We'll just leave it at that.

Cathryn, age 13.
I can't believe it. She shaves her legs now. She used to sit on my she does things like change her relationship status from 'single' to 'in a relationship'. And then back to single again.

This picture does something for me. Makes my heart go pit-pat-pit-pat.
Look at her soft, butter-wouldn't-melt smile.
She's probably thinking up evil things to do to her sisters though....

Ha. Still clutching the saddle horn.
Some things you just never outgrow.

The only boy in a family full of girls.
The only nephew in the middle of 12 neices.
Poor guy. His toenails have seen polish a few times.

I love the shorts and boots combo.
And I love the one hand hanging on to the saddle horn.
Safety precaution.

The mommy.
Aka, Shelly.
 Aka, my sister. Aka, lady with beautiful hair.
This isn't Uncle John's horse. I don't know who this horse belongs to.
It looks like it's choking on a cigar.

December 15, 2010

memory lane

I was looking thru some old stuff the other day, and found some of Jackie's creativity from years ago.
He went thru a songwriting phase.
I, personally, think they're pretty funny. But then, I'm biased.
He even has the chords written down for these so he could accompany himself with his guitar. (the guitar he spent weeks making himself out of solid mahogany)
We were pretty much certain he would be famous some day.
And yours truly helped him out quite a bit too. I came up with all the big words. Like Pavarotti and Alcatraz.

Fame, it's all an imaginable dream
My head seems full of steam.
I thought I was similar to King Kong
Till I started to writing this song.
Fame's an elusive dream.

I thought I found some words that sounded right
Oh, say can you see
by the dawn's early light.
But I know I've heard those words before.

I can still remember our old ride
I remember how my Moma loved to fly.
The notch on the volume stayed on nine
My singin', my station wagon drivin' mother.

She wished she could drive a Mazarati
While she listened to her Pavarotti.

My Mind

Oh, Jack's back, and I'm statin' a fact
In my beaver hat, and Arizona slacks
I ain't done no crime, but I'm doin' time
I'm goin' outta my mind.

The back of my mind's what I'm tryin' to find
Everybody's pushing me so I gots no time
I'm in the hole, oh where do I go?
I go outta my mind.

Goin' outta my mind
Sittin' on my behind
Sittin' in solitare
Reading the tag on my underwear.

Vs. 2:
Watching the birds on the window ledge
Wishing I was outta this Alcatraz
Thinking 'bout my hometown, out in the country
Where there wasn't a frown.

Thoughts of home seem so real
Can't describe the way they make me feel
When I open my eyes, I realize
I'm still inside.

We had a big fight after we got done writing My Mind.
I'm not telling you what started it, nor how old we were when all this went on
But, I ended up locking myself into Jackie's room, took the strings off his guitar, slashed all his shoestrings, and poured water all over his bed.
Whereupon, he locked himself into my room, and sliced all the buttons off all of my shirts.
We were bitter enemies for a few hours after that.

December 14, 2010

if i were a penguin

Do you ever wish you could do this to someone?
Me too.

.....and then I would laugh.

December 10, 2010

shelly, the birthday girl

Happy Birthday, big sister.
I wish I could push a button and be there with you today.
I'd bake you a cake....or better yet, I'd buy you a cake!
I love you, I miss you, I think you're wonderful.
Beautiful, and good mother.

I love you, Shelly Belly, and I hope today is the best.

mommy and kiddos

December 09, 2010

birthday boy, and birthday girl

Haaa-ppy Birthday to yooou....
To Jason, the nicest big brother I've ever had,
and to Leah, the best fingernail painter in Idaho.

I love you both.

Jason, because you are the way you are.
Quiet. Funny. A Texas stoic. Hardworker. A good provider for your family.
Because you married Jenny.
And because you love me back.

me n' you

the fisherman/welder/daddy :)

 Leah, because you're lovable.
Silly. Talented. Smart. Ditzy. Beautiful.
And because you always want to be with me.

almost grown-up..... :(


December 08, 2010

christmas song

My other favorite Christmas song.
I love the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.
And is this video awesome or what???
I want to be that little girl opening that trunk!
I have some very similar dance moves to her's when she's on the piano.
We've been listening to Pandora all day, and I'm getting my happy fill of Christmas music.
Don't be surprised if I post more....

it's christmas time

My favorite Christmas song. Ever.
You just can't go wrong with this one.

We got the trees yesterday.
It was my first time to ever go out and cut down a 'real, wild' tree.
Quite different, and way more fun than a tree lot.

The Hoovers. Aren't they cute?

The upstairs tree.
 We trekked all over the place until we found this baby.
It was the last tree we looked at (of course). By the time we got to it, we didn't care anymore. 
It was just like, yeah! chop down that one so we can go home and unfreeze our toes.

The little downstairs tree.
You can't really tell from this cruddy pic, but it's adorable.
Who knew a little tree all dressed up could be so cute?

I love Christmas time.

December 07, 2010


What I like about this week,
so far....

1) The Christmas tree.
Waiting to be all dressed up, and ready for a party.

2) The wood stove.
Generating heat like crazy.
My cold bones love it.

3) Ashley's winter pictures.
I can't wait to use one, Ash!
They're so beautiful.

4) Crest Extreme Herbal Mint toothpaste.
It's minty enough to make me feel hopeful that I, for once, have good breath.

5) The way Lily says, "Missmass!!!" any time she sees Christmas lights.

6) My friends.
You guys have no idea how much you mean to me, or what your smiling faces do for my heart.
You're a necessary part.

7) Dark chocolate.
Smooth, creamy, rich.
....I'm drooling.

8) The Hoover's sense of humor.
There's no way I can explain it.
You'll just have to take my word for's stinkin' funny.

9) That feeling I get in the cockles of my heart.
A sense of belonging. Security. Contentment.
A peaceful calm.

10) And church, of course!
I've already said it once this week, but I'll say it again....
I love church on Sunday.

December 06, 2010

i am your nose

Doing school with Emma, age six in real life, age four at heart:

Karen:  "Riddle, Emma.....I am on your face, sometimes I run, you use me to smell, I am your???"

Emma, brightly:  "The sun!"

Karen, patiently:  "No, Emma. It's on your face, and it smells."

Emma:  "Oh! Lotion?"   (like, duh!)

Karen, deciding to give her a hint:  "No, Emma. Do my eyes smell?"

Emma:  "Nooo."

Karen:  "Does my mouth smell?"

Emma, certain she's finally on the right track:  "Yes!"

Karen, deciding to laugh rather than pull out her hairs:  " does, but that's not what it's talking about...."

to rhyme, or not to rhyme

Lucy, age six, when asked what rhymed with apple:!!

Emma, two days ago: Shirt....and tirt!!

The girls don't really get the concept of rhyming.
Not quite.

And what the hay is a tirt???

December 05, 2010

church on sunday

I just have to say....

I love church.
Today especially.
Sometimes it just feels like everything was meant just for me, and today was one of those days.
The preaching hit home.
The songs were my favorites.
The people made me smile.
We took communion, and it was sweet.
The Christmas poinsettias were cherry red.
And I felt like God was sitting right beside me on that pew.

It made me well up with a gratefulness that leaked out of my tear ducts.
I love church on Sunday.

Church was a spectacular invention.

jackie, the birthday boy

Happy Birthday to the sweetest little brother ever.

I love that you're a dork,
and you make me laugh so much.

I love the way the two of us can sit and reminisce for hours about 'when we were kids',
and how you laugh your donkey laugh while I laugh my horse laugh.

I love how we always looked out for each other,
even when we were mad.

I love how when I think of you, my heart swells with affection,
and my head shakes over your antics.

But mostly, I just plain love you.

when you were a lil' tyke

a couple of dorks together

December 01, 2010


I was on my way to meet Mary Ann for lunch today, when my car flipped out.
Really flipped out.
All by its lonesome.
One second I was poking slowly along through the snow/slush on Poleline, and the next I was doing doughnuts into the on-coming traffic.
Like, 360's....round and round again.
Then the stupid thing switched around, and did a few more doughnuts into the reverse traffic until I landed safely in a huge snow berm at the end of some random driveway.

And this is how I know that I am finally a true Idahoan,
southern belle no more.....

Instead of freaking out and turning into a huge puddle of jello like I would normally do, like every other time previously, I calmly checked all my vital signs, backed my car out of the snow berm and onto the road, and drove to lunch.

I didn't cry.
I didn't scream (unless you count, "Oh, God, let me miss that car! That car right there!").
I didn't pee my pants.
I didn't call 911, or anyone else for that matter.
I didn't need my brown paper bag to hyperventilate into.

Cool, calm, collected, and Idahoan, in the face of mortal danger.
That was me.

Mary Ann insisted on doing the driving from her house to lunch though.
Can't imagine why....

November 30, 2010


1) I wish I could donate plasma, and make a few extra desperate bucks.
I can't though.
I don't weigh enough.
Apparently if they take my blood, I could drop dead.

2) Speaking of money....
My little brother is getting me involved in one of those get rich quick schemes.
I can't believe I'm doing it. I feel sheepish.
But, he's paying for everything so I have nothing to lose!

3) Molly has a new fake cry.
It's very loud, and sounds exactly like a barking seal.
I'm talking, exactly like.
It's so funny to hear that sound coming from her little body.

4) Emma has decided that Rose is the most beautiful name ever (because roses are so beautiful....duh).
So now we all have to call her Rose.
"It's my new name, Sunny! Didn't you know???"

5) There's a little kid next door who's leg got ran over by the ice cream truck this summer.
Broke his leg.

*respectful silence*

He has to wear a cast.
Moral to the story: Never chase the ice cream truck. This could happen to YOU.

6) Do ice cream truck drivers have to have a special kind of insurance for this sort of occurrence?
Do they have a sign on the back of their rig saying, Not responsible for any accidents incurred while chasing this truck?

7) I got The Great Mouse Detective for the girls the other night.
I loved that movie when I was little.
That one, and All Dogs Go To Heaven.
The girls were entranced.
Emma thought everything was real. She kept telling Lily, "CLOSE YOUR EYES!!! THIS PART IS VERY SCARY!!!"
And she told me later, "I didn't want Lily to have nightmares about the bad rat."
Lily my foot.
Emma dear, you were the scaredy cat.

8) It's so cold that when I went grocery shopping the other day, my milk and bananas froze in my car in between stores.
But, I'm still not tired of this snow.
I love it!

9) Hannah and I were trying to shovel Jack and Mary Ann's driveway the other day.
I've never shoveled, and it must've shown because the next thing I knew, one neighbor had brought over his snow blower for me to use, and another neighbor came over to shovel everything I missed.
Thank you, unknown neighbors.
You were very kind, and I appreciated it.

10) HA!
It's Tuesday,
and this is ten!
That's a first:)

November 28, 2010

deep down

Con-tent, adj.    held, contained within limits;
                          hence, quiet; not disturbed;
                          having a mind at peace;
                          easy; satisfied.

Let your conversation be without covetousness; and be content with such things as ye have: for he hath said, I will never leave thee, nor forsake thee.
~Hebrews 13:5

The lines are fallen unto me in pleasant places; yea, I have a goodly heritage.
~Psalm 16:6

My soul shall be satisfied as with marrow and fatness; and my mouth shall praise thee with joyful lips.
~Psalm 63:5

I feel,
deep down,
in my soul,

November 27, 2010

thankful-er + shebang + happy

Thanksgiving Day has always been.....the holiday before Christmas.
Christmas is my favorite holiday, always will be.
You'll not get any apologies from me on that one, but this year, I have loved Thanksgiving!
The weather. The dinner. The friends. The family. The food. The church services. The decorations.
The whole shebang.
Even the turkey, and that's saying alot....I don't like turkey. But this year, I ate it with gusto. I drew the line at pumpkin pie though. I cannot eat pumpkin pie.
Maybe it's that I feel more thankful than usual this year.
I'm thankful-er.
This year Thanksgiving didn't get lost in the Christmas anticipation, it just made Christmas seem even better.
It was like Christmas and Thanksgiving were holding hands. Go ahead, you can laugh at my metaphor, but it's the only way I can think of to describe it.

I'm going to give you the play-by-play....because it makes me happy to do so.

Blizzards and snow this week. Maybe you don't care for a big fat blizzard, but I. love. it.
I love being snowed in. We weren't actually snowed in, but I did manage to get my car stuck in a big snow the driveway. Tim had to utilize his North Dakota Blizzard Skills to dig me out.
I love curling up in bed with Emma and Shirley Temple's Curly Top.
I love looking out the window at all the snow with a cup of hot chocolate in my hand.
I love going out in my snow boots, and puffy coat.
And, although I hate the bad roads, I love feeling like Super Woman when I get safely from point A to point B.
I even made it up the Highlands hill, while doing some serious, "Please, God, please don't let me slide back down this hill. Pleasepleaseplease."

I love this one. She looks so chubby in her snow suit!

I'm dog-sitting for Jack and Mary Ann all week, and making a few bucks. Yay for $$$!
And, I'm glad, Jack, that you were able to go down to Boise after all, in spite of the weather, although you could've had Thanksgiving with us if you had stayed....

I cooked. Yep, you heard me right, I cooked.
I made homemade mac n' cheese, and Oreo balls.
The mac n' cheese was a hit, but the Oreo balls....well, at least they tasted good. I think the white chocolate was defective. It wouldn't stick. The stupid stuff stuck perfectly well when Karen took over though.
I looked murderous looks at that white chocolate when Karen walked out.

Can you tell which are mine, and which ones are Karen's?

We had Thanksgiving dinner at Derek and Lisa's, and ended up having a huge crowd of people.
I loved everything about it.
Being there for 7 hours because no one wanted to leave.
Having so much food, it was ridiculous.

Hearing Tim say that he cries when he watches The Biggest Loser.
Trying to keep the babies from falling down the stairs....forty million times. It was like they had a death wish.

Meeting new friends. Hi there, Talia! Nice to meet you again:)
Seeing old friends.
Hugging old friends.

The grown-up's table

The single's table. Even Molly had to sit with us.

Pumpkin rolls.
Watching the snow fall, and discussing at length whether or not we would have another record breaker snow.
Playing Apples to Apples, and laughing our heads off.
Watching the kids watch TV.

Sparkling cider.
Tracy's spicy hot cider stuff.
Watching the kids sled off the roof.
Going to the farmer's field for some more serious sledding in the dark.
Lugging back a bunch of tired kiddos.

Taking pictures of everyone having a good time.
Eating and eating some more.
Just sitting around talking with each other.

The hostess taking a break.

It was a wonderful day. (and Heather came over that night for a night-before-Black-Friday-shopping slumber party)
I loved every. single. bit. of it.

Thank you, Lord.