Dear People Of The World Who Believe Even The Most Mundane of Household Chores Deserves a Change Into Industrial Overalls,

I applaud you and your felt cowboy hats.

Best of luck,

Girl Who Still Wears The Shirt I Took From the Free Pile In College (Which Turns Out Belonged To Leah Bischoff)

Dear Vegetarian Blog Readers,

I realize that after that heading, no one is actually reading at this point. So, let me restart.

Dear Self,

You really out did yourself this time! You made one heck of a normally-filled-with-meat dish into a fairly decent substituted-garbanzo beans-for meat dish. No, really! Even your husband can stand it! Check out your notes below so you don't forget:

Garbanzo Bean Salad

garbanzo beans

celery

mayo

spicy brown mustard

garlic powder

dill

lemon juice

salt & pepper

Use the ol' food process on ingredients 1 & 2, and then throw in the rest. It's that easy! Geez, you are a vegetarian genius!

Sincerely yours,

Yourself

The Eve of All Hallows Eve

Listen, people just don't wake up with awesome Where The Wild Things Are hair....or do they?

hair today...

I made the sudden and overwhelming realization today that practically no one in this house combs their hair on any regular basis. Some of us seem to not have enough hair, while some of us seem to have too much, and some of us just throw raging fits when they see a comb/brush/pic.

Thank goodness we have our natural good looks to rely on.

Sunday Breakdown:

• My husband and I sang a round of "Row, Row, Row, Your Boat" today for our infant child. Thankfully my husband was alert enough to notice that it was "the first round we have ever sung in our married life". I make note of it here, so we can celebrate next year with a round of....well, I'm not even sure any other "round" song exist, but we'll keep an eye open, or ear to the ground, or whatever.
• "Stop talking! Stop talking! Emmy is taking my Bebo away"- my niece, Miss. Banana said this today to her dad when I tried to take our infant child home.
• The infant child gave a really big "Yay!" after the ward choir performed today. And then maybe repeated it 10 or 20 times because people kept laughing
• The infant child and I had a miscommunication that resulted in him wearing his "Mr. Mischief" shirt over his church clothes to church today. It wasn't even awkward at all.
• I helped my sister make homemade wheat bread today, and due to yet another miscommunication (not my fault, not my fault, not my fault,not my fault,not my fault) the salt was somehow omitted, and well, let's just say there are a few sad loaves of bread sitting on my kitchen counter, that I will now dip in salted butter so it doesn't go to waste.

Motorcycle Love

This self-indulgent pose (hahahahaha! like they are not all self-indulgent!!!!) is because my kid is cute and likes motorcycles and really, what else is there in life?

Put down the cheesecake

Ok, you know how sometimes, it's late at night and you are finishing off your last piece of cheesecake for the day (unless, of course, the mood strikes you again in the next 7 minutes before you lay your little head to rest) and you Google search your name and you find something weird?

Well, that just happened to me and I found this website:

http://www.elleuk.com/fashion/street-style/(section)/the-way-you-wear-it-reading-and-leeds-festival/(offset)/0/(img)/364359

That girl has my name!!! 

But then I found this link:

http://findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_qn4188/is_20030717/ai_n11407463/

and remembered that years ago I got into a juried art show (may or may not have been the only) but for some reason, I was the only person on the list who doesn't have their media listed next to their artwork (btw, it should have read 'mixed').

And then I find this baby:

http://www.deseretnews.com/article/773399/?pg=2

and remember there was a day when I could run a 10k in 44 minutes.  

So I put down the cheesecake.

i need this bike

i really do.

6:12 AM

Dear Chantell at FedEx Ground,

If you ever call me again at 6:12 AM to get my physical address because you only have my PO Box listed, I will not be so pleasant when you call me again at 9:18 AM.

And you didn't even deliver my package today.....

Sincerely,

Don't Ever Call Me Again, No Really

like mother, like son

dear teenage boy i spotted at the store with a suspiciously similar haircut to your mom,

i hate to say it, but that 'do is not doing anyone any favors.

yours,

the woman who kept staring at you, but hopefully didn't creep you out- i mean, it's not like i'm blogging about you...

tuesdays with cyrus

thoughts from my visit to the grocery store today:

• I will most likely be getting "Pain is love" tattooed across my neck in some sort of scripty font that looks like someone with a nervous twitch wrote it.  Or maybe on my hairless calf....hard to say at this point.
• I bought some water bottles today that proudly advertised across the front that they are "100% natural* and calorie free".  Seriously?!?  Water is calorie free?  Oh geez, I must have confused the caloric content of egg nog for water, and vice versa, this whole time...boy does that explain a few stretch marks.
• I also had the following conversation:
  

Checkout lady with thick Russian accent: "Is that your blonkie?"
Me: "Excuse me?"
Checkout lady with thick Russian accent pointing to baby blanket: "Is that your blonkie?
Me: "Ohhhhh, yah, that's our blonkie."

Long Day

You know it's going to be a long day when "cut baby's fingernails" has to be written on a to do list.

brett graduates + my legs

finally someone else besides me has a bachelors degree...finally.

well, hello there.

beauty becomes us.

you can die now.

In case you forgot how cute I was when I was a kid

Let's just say Cyrus isn't the only cute baby that ever was in this family...

Sometimes

Sometimes you just need a salad covered in cheetos and tortilla chips.