Tuesday, June 30

Quote of the Week

"My love life? Iit's like going to the grocery store to buy some meat and all they have is veal or really old liver that has been there for longer than FDA regulations. Basically non-existent." -Desirae Bagley

Thanks for the laugh, Kenzie. And the perfect description of me.

Monday, June 29

Tree Lined Paths

Because I am obsessed with tree lined paths, I Googled them and found some to share. Enjoy.

Thank you for the tree inspiration, Gypsea Tree.

Friday, June 26

Reflection On Life

Today, we found a little baby bird that had fallen out of it's nest. As we carefully scooped him up with paper towels and put him in a little box to protect him from all the little Cub Scouts (we were at day camp) that wanted to touch him, I was stuck with his perfect beauty.

Sometimes I forget that such perfection exists.

He was so scared. He kept cheeping for his mother the whole time we had him. When we took him back to where we had found him, to wait out for his mother, he died.

I don't know why he died. Maybe it was because 125 noisy Cub Scouts that crowded around to see him was too much to handle. Maybe because he was tired or hungry or thirsty or just plain frightened.

Samuel and I buried him under a tree after everyone went home. I don't think I've ever seen anything so sad as his sweet little body, already stiffening, his little crooked legs curled up.

I wonder what his mother is doing. Is she looking all over for him? Calling for him? Did she hear him calling for her and was she desperate with fear, but unable to get to him? Does she know that he died?

I've been crying all day about that little bird.

Zena Holloway

Oh my goodness, Zena Holloway. Exquisite.

Thursday, June 25

Michelle Williams

As I flipped through Heath Ledger pictures for that last post, I realized that his ex-fiancee had a brilliant wardrobe for award shows. When I am famous one day (meaning never) I will most definitely be following her example.
Although the yellow dress is awful with her skin, it is still beautiful and the red lips are rockin.

I Have A Problem Called...

I don't really believe that Michael Jackson is dead. Oops. I just broke one of my blog rules. The one that doesn't allow me to say names like that on my special blog, the one that reflects my thoughts and such. It does not belong here. The only time I ever even think the name of Michael Jackson is when I hear one of his songs and hate it.

Anyways, I don't think he's really dead. I think that it was all staged. I think that Heath Ledger's death was staged also. Don't you think that they got tired of all the publicity? And wanted peace? I do. And I think they found it in some sort of anonymity. It's like The Incredibles. You know, how the super heroes live among us normal people and we don't even know it? Yes. Just like that.

P.S. You are allowed to disagree with me. You just better have a good explanation. Like, you have to be the coroner. Or exhume the bodies.
Here is a picture of Heath. Do not ask for one of Michael. This is still my blog, even if I did break one of the rules.

Book of the Week

Every once in a while, a book pops up that I feel I could have written. Wicked Lovely is one of them. Not because the writing style is similar to mine, but because the story is one that I must have imagined a million times: faeries inhabiting the world around us, but no one can see them. Except for Aislinn. Oh it was fantastic. And it combined all the historical references to the Good Folk, right along side our modern world. And I loved it. And recommend it. I would let you borrow it, but I am already trying to convert my friends. Miss Amy has it. So when she gets home, if you ask nicely, I might let you have it next.

Quote of the Day

Since it has been a week since I last blogged (wow!) I am starting you off with some good quotes from Cub Scout camp.

1. "Remember not to crash!"
~4 year old Jack to my brother when we were driving around camp on the golf cart

2. "I bet if you jumped into hyperspace and there was a bug in front of your face, the impact would kill you."
(Disclaimer: Sometimes a long day at Cub Scout camp cramps your style, causing the weirdest thoughts to pop out of your mouth.)

Thursday, June 18

Quote of the Week

"Death is a medical emergency."
~Dana Scully

Thank you for the obvious, Scully. It did make me laugh.

(I know that I already texted some of you when I heard this. But I thought about it again today and laughed very hard.)

Not So Happy Endings

Dina Goldstein is the brilliant artist that came up with the marvelous idea to create a portfolio of Faery Tale princesses struggling with the problems we face in the world we live in today. "I began to imagine Disney's perfect princesses juxtaposed with real issues that were affecting women around me," she says, "such as illness, addiction and self-image issues."

Thank you so much for sharing, Joanna.

Wednesday, June 17

One Last Thought...

Before I go to bed, I read some blogs. This stems from a lack of books (okay, so I have huge fines at the library. I lost a Harry McClary book last summer. They sure hold grudges.)

Can I just say that I love to read blogs, but it irritates me when I don't know who these people are? I want to know all the secrets. I want to be a {better} version of the Smoking Man on X-Files. Why? I can't really tell you. But I can't handle knowing that other people know secrets that I don't. Ugh. For example, a girl I know is dating a guy that is with Military Intelligence. I can't be around him without getting this tight feeling in my chest, a sort of jealousy, I guess. Elfie encouraged me to seduce him. But then what would that make me? I don't intend to have to work for my secrets. I intend to be so amazing that they drop at my feet. Yes, this is a sort of Dreamland that I am currently occupying. Thank you for asking.

Cynicism and Spite

That is what I am full of.

I haven't been blogging lately because I have been super cranky. So I apologize to those of you who come and check on me frequently, and are frequently disappointed. I don't know why I'm cranky, but I do know that I am very good at biting people's heads off. So please pray for Tiffany. Because I am seeing her tomorrow. That's all.

I am thinking that I need some balloons. Maybe that will help.

Tuesday, June 16

Tulle. Ruffles. Pink. You know the drill.

I love love love this. For those of you who know me, I am very girly. If it was ok to wear something like this, I would. Every day. Yes, I should have been a ballerina. My life would be much more enjoyable.

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Friday, June 12

Billy Button

What the h kind of flower is this?! And what would possess you to include it in your wedding plans? Seriously? Even the name is hideous. Craspedia. Ewww. Gross. No wonder they call them Billy Buttons. Not that it is much better...

via Green Wedding Shoes

Would You Rather

Because I love this game, Would you rather be able to eat anything you wanted (with no repercussions. Like it would turn into carrots on the way down.) or have any guy in the world fall for you?

We all know how much I love to eat, so this one was difficult for me. Let me help you out.

Peanut Butter Chocolate Cake


Dierks Bentley

It was difficult until I said, "Mulder" to myself.

Wednesday, June 10

Tickle Your Funny Bone

Oh my goodness, if you are ever feeling blue, let me help out. A simple cat video is all it takes.
(Volume not needed and don't let the beginning fool you into thinking I have the stupidest sense of humor. Thank you.)

Breaking the Sound Barrier

Have you ever seen a sonic boom? Let me tell you, this is my new obsession. I am just like a boy, watching it over and over on youtube. I can't begin to tell you why it fascinates me. But I will try anyways. Promise not to think I'm weird or that I've read too many books and watched too much X-Files? Okay. Here goes.
See that last picture? It looks just like the plane is breaking through the barrier of another world. It makes me think that there are other worlds, living side by side our own. Other dimensions of people that are just beyond our grasp. I wonder, do the pilots of those planes feel any different when they get back? I think I need to find one to talk to. He might look at me like I am crazy. Like you are doing right now. I am okay with that.

Dream, Interrupted

I woke up this morning at 7:50 am to get ready to go to the chiropractor. I was possibly in a bad mood. As I lay on the table, my back being kneaded and stretched by the lovely massage therapist (whom I love, mostly because she also loves The X-Files), instead of letting her loosen the knots of this bad mood, I rubbed it until it got good and nasty. Sorry, Mom. I'm not really a monster.

Then my back started hurting. Usually I feel better after the doctor. Today, I just felt sore. So I took a nap. I dreamed vivid and exciting dreams. There were balloons and I was floating above the town. Then Matthew popped those balloons. One by one. And I was left with a sleep hangover. I hope you know what I am talking about. Where you feel tired and sluggish, a little bit weird, like you are running in your dreams but making no progress. Only you're awake. Grrr...

I'm doing a little better. Tomorrow will be better. I promise. To help me along, I am going to make that list of wonderful things I have done. Here goes.

I have knitted a scarf

I have hiked the Y

I have been to Tennessee

I have been to some amazing concerts

I have survived almost two years of college

I have canoed down a river

I have painted a room

I have swam under a waterfall
I have worn a dress that Johnny Depp liked

I have touched an alligator
I have pulled an all-nighter

I have watched nine seasons of X-Files
I have read the Bible, The Book of Mormon, and the Doctrine and Covenants

I have been to the Salt Lake Temple
I have made a dress

I have made sock puppets

And that should do it.


Tuesday, June 9

Free Stuff

Because I am a sucker for anything free (within reasonable limits, of course) I have discovered Give Away Today. Sometimes they have great stuff, things that make me thankful that I live in Utah. Like the Seven Peaks Water Park passes. Which is why I am blogging about it. Because I have to if I want to win them. And let me tell you, I want to win them. So check it out. Or not. Because that will increase my chances of winning.

Monday, June 8


"Are you a princess?" I said & she said, "I'm much more than a princess, but you don't have a name yet for it here on earth."
~ Brian Andreas

Wednesday, June 3


Tiff, I found our new photo project. Come back to me.


The Land of Nod has always been a safe haven for me. As I have set sail into it's mysterious depths each night, the intrigue has only grown more profound. I can count on one hand how many times I've had a scary dream, the kind where you wake up with your heart pounding and hurriedly flip on the light. Until last night. Last night, I was mutilated in my sleep. I woke up clenching my fists so hard that my palms were bleeding from my finger nails.

It started out lovely enough, going shopping with Miss Tiffany for some materials to make masks for a lovely ball we were going to. Then as we left the mall and headed to the car, there was one of these sitting on the Florida Power truck parked next to us.
(It's a Florida panther)
Of course, it jumped onto me. And bit my neck. And then the Florida Power men shot it. I don't know if they really have guns in their trucks, but I kind of hope that they do. They saved my fake life last night. It was kind of creepy that I dreamed of people staunching the flow of my blood and then to wake up (in the dream, of course) in the hospital. By then, I had had enough. Sometimes reality isn't that great, but it's better than being mauled by a wild animal.

On a better note, Dennis, you were in the dream. Which says something, because I haven't dreamed about you since you left. Welcome back.

(PS New thing I've started doing: click on the picture for the link.)

Tuesday, June 2

By Request

I was asked by a dear friend, unhappily stranded in Texas (don't ask. I didn't think it was possible either), to blog a bit so she could be entertained. So here goes.

Some things I have never done:

I have never picked an apple from a tree.

I have never been to Boston in the fall.

I have never ridden a horse.

I have never worn a bikini.

I have never left the country.

I have never baked a pie.

I have never said "I love you" to a boy.

I have never worn red lipstick.

(Taylor did it WELL!)

I have never read The Old Man and the Sea.

I have never seen Steel Magnolias.

I have never broken a bone.

I have never played football.

Look for the positives tomorrow.

And last, some news that will interest but few.

1. I turned off X-Files for what might be the first time. I didn't turn off the creepy Indian man. But I did turn off the cockroaches that were crawling under peoples' skin. We all have our limits. Cockroaches are mine. Nevertheless, Scully and Mulder are SO GOOD!!!

2. 17 year old is texting me, inviting me over to be friends. Unacceptable. I shut him down. Details upon inquiry.

3. Baby Reefy loves me. This is for reals. And I was loving having his mom to myself for a whole hour tonight! I have missed my talks with Miss Tiff.

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