Still 32 Flavors

Flavors are continually added and taken away in life. Some of the new flavors added aren't that great. Some of them are just nasty - bitter, even. Some are a vast improvement. Some are new unknown flavors that have to be tested. Some weren't that popular in the first place but they somehow managed to hang on for ages. Some are even retired against our deepest wishes. Who knows if the maker will bring them out of retirement someday or if they are gone for good.



32 Flavors




I'm not trying to give my life meaning by demeaning you
and I would like to state for the record
I did everything that I could do
I'm not saying that I'm a saint
I just don't want to live that way
no, I will never be a saint
but I will always say
squint your eyes and look closer
I'm not between you and your ambition
I am a poster girl with no poster
I am thirty-two flavors and then some

Small Pleasures

My toaster has a function that can lift the toast up higher out of the toaster so I don't burn my fingers.


Seeing not 1, not 2, but 3 bald eagles in one day.


Watching my daughter put a puzzle together.


My pillow.


Dreaming in French last night. As in my dream is spoken in French. It hasn't happened in a while and I love, love, love when I dream in French. It reminds me that the ability isn't lost, it is just lying in wait.

Might Be Baby Wright

I have some friends who are trying to adopt. They are fabulous people and I am glad I can help them out, however it may be. Below is a link to their adoption site, please pass the word along so they can find the Wright Baby!

Emotions Personified

I have this picture that P drew posted on the wall by my desk. It is a butterfly (blutterfly) in case you were wondering. I know I was at first. See the wings? Now do you see it? I love the impish smile and upward-looking eyes. It reminds me of a Tim Burton claymation character. It brings a smile to my face when I look at it.

Easter Fun

Now that the girls are getting older, we can be a little more devious about hiding Easter eggs. Not a lot mind you, but just enough to make it a leetle more fun for the adults. We also had the egg hunt inside. It was too darn icky outside.

Here are some of the eggs that we hid this year:


This was by far my favorite hiding spot. The kids took forever to find this egg.



Another favorite.

This egg is hanging in a dangling cat toy.

P got so caught up with the yellow egg, she didn't even notice the green one stuck inside the house.

The blue bag with the yellow chick is P's Easter basket.

Snug as a bug in a rug.

Random Thoughts

We are free to choose, but we are not free to alter the consequences of our choices.
Ezra Taft Benson

God does notice us, and he watches over us. But it is usually through another person that he meets our needs. Therefore, it is vital that we serve each other.
Spencer W. Kimball

Choose you this day whom ye will serve; but as for me and my house, we will serve the Lord.
Joshua 24:15

Organize yourselves; prepare every needful thing; and establish a house even a house of prayer, a house of fasting, a house of faith, a house of learning, a house of glory, a house of order, a house of God.
Doctrine & Covenants 88:119

...cease to sleep longer than is needful; retire to thy bed early, that ye may not be weary; arise early, that your bodies and your minds may be invigorated.
Doctrine & Covenants 88:124

Wanna See My Dirty Little Secret?

I felt inspired my My Ice Cream Diary's up-close and very personal posts about dejunking a while back. It made me feel better to know that I am not alone. No offense though Liz, but your junk trauma was no match for mine! So, I thought I should let you in on my dirty little secret.

Wanna see it? I warn you it is not for the faint of heart. Before I show you though, let me give a few reasons (excuses) as to the reason things got so bad.

First, we remodeled the basement in our house, and by remodeled, I mean we ripped everything out to the studs. Our basement up until that time had been the dumping grounds for all things. Baby clothes, memorabilia, camping gear, tools, food, you name it - it was there. Enter the brilliant idea of using the computer room on our main floor as storage during the remodel. In my mind I can still hear myself saying "It will only be temporary, it will only be temporary." That was 3 1/2 years ago. The basement has been finished for almost 2 years, but for one reason or another, never quite got around to taking everything back downstairs. Then it became even more of a breeding ground for disaster.

For starters we had all the furniture that was normally in that room as the food to feed the growth. Then we added all the junk that was downstairs. Then more stuff started getting added to the pile. Tools, broken computers, more kid clothes, junk and a chainsaw. Yes. I have had a chainsaw in my computer room for longer than I would like to admit. And yes, we have a garage. Sigh. I finally had it about a month ago and said "Enough"! Chainsaw went to the garage. Junk to the garbage can. Stuff made it back downstairs where it belongs. I made 3 trips to the thrift store and boy did that feel good. Now I have a place for everything and everything in it's place (mostly).

I was to the point where I could hardly pull my chair out to sit down at the desk. These picture don't even do the room justice because I took these after I had tidied up the room. Generally, the rug was always covered with junk. And yes, the mess goes all the way back. So behold my monstrosity.

And after.

P couldn't even remember using our computer room for anything other than storage. The girls love it because they have another place to play. I love it because I have been able to undo the rest of the damage done to the rest of the house by having this room crammed full of crap. Seriously.

Pray as though everything depended upon God.
Work as though everything depended upon you.


I'm back. I hope.