Which one do you like best?
Three cheers for Daniel!
Impress all your friends with this Napoleon Dynamite cap.
Keep your cakes fresh for all those Summer picnics with this Tupperware cake server!
Last night's dinner. That one was a keeper.
Our Primary plant. I feel like I hold the entire 3rd Ward Primary's faith, represented in this one little plant. I started with eight seedlings and am down to this one. I am feeling the pressure to keep this one alive.
Betadine, betadine. The anti-bacterial that also makes a great medium for painting bedrooms, including bedspreads, bedskirts, clothes and much, much more!
This little butterball is definitely getting her share of mother's milk. She has fatrolls that Finn never had. I like having a chubby baby. She coos too.
(Above) Finn before giving birth to Duplos. He likes to discreetly tuck the Duplos into his shirt and then later on, you go to pick him up, and (look, Ma!) there's blocks in there!
Finn was peddling around yesterday on his truck. After he went by, I noticed he was carrying a passenger. He's an animal lover, to be sure.
On that subject, we were on a walk Tuesday morning and Finn wanted to pet the horses. So, I let him. One of the horses bit his finger with a sound like the crunch of a carrot snapping. I thought he had bit his finger off. Finn inhaled for a long time (you know the first part, before the initial cry) and then let out a wail. I knew it hurt bad. Poor little guy. We were both crying on the side of the road. His finger is still intact (look at the first picture), but a little bruised and swollen. The Dr. prescribed antibiotics and Neosporin. The funny part: Finn wanted to pet the horses on our walk yesterday! Trusting, that one.
The View From Everest. Isn't this an amazing picture, like you're almost touching outer space?
Okay, so the title of this post has nothing to do with anything I'm about to type about, but I have always thought this phrase was funny (taken from a Southern cookbook my dad got me last year).
So, it's Sunday night and I've got the Sunday Night Anxious Jitters. It's that feeling of needing to change something, paint a room in my house, start a sewing project, or cut my hair. (More on my hair later). I love/hate this feeling because I know it means I feel good enough about my life to tackle something else, and it also means I could fail trying something new.
Okay, so my nails are BUGGING me. I hate long nails and mine are long right now and I can't stand it. That's all I want to say about it.
Finn had a lesson in Easter Egg hunting from his first-cousins-once-removed in Moses Lake today. We had a lovely dinner with the Bruneels: ham, funeral potatoes, broccoli with cheese sauce, homemade rolls (I wish I had one right now to supplement the Easter candy feeding frenzy I just experienced), fruit, stuffing and Gloria Barber's strawberry cream cheese white cake supreme (my mom made that). It was all delicious. Thanks, Bruneels, for hosting. I had fun riding on the zip line and seeing their new addition to their home. Great time with you all!Steak kabobs with Alan Ozaki's sweet marinade. Among other bbqed dishes Travis made last week, this topped all. I snarfed those down like only a nursing mother could.
Did I mention I hate my hair too? When I found out I was pregnant with Lucy I had my fabulous hair stylist chop my locks off. I had about 1 inch of hair all over my head. Now that my somewhat rational mind is thinking straighter, I want to grow it out. It's not fun getting ready for the day when I'm not excited about what my hair is going to look like once I'm primped and ready to go. I always want long when I have short and vice versa. I can't decide if I look like the fifth Beatle or a couth Nacho Libre with my current 'do. Do I need hair extensions? Maybe I should consult the video of myself in High School sporting lots of conceptual hairdos. My mom and I had them made outside of Penney's at some promo they were having.
I guess that's all I have for now. Since my parent's have decided to sell their house, I've become interested in becoming a realtor. Maybe when Lucy starts kindergarden. I'm sure I'll move on to another interest before then. In the meantime, remember this oldie but goodie?