Fairy Princess

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who loved Beanie babies and the neighbors cat and anything dragonish.  Then she grew up and left home and wanted to go to the  BYU ball.  So her mom made her a pretty dress and this handsome friend showed up...next thing we know she'll be bringing home -hey, let's not EVEN go there.

More of this....

Happy Mamie holding Claire....well, one of us is happy....

How big is Claire?

Emma stacking plastic glasses....wow, that is one talented girl.  And she can do it really fast...just don't get thirsty.  And tell the maid to get with it-that kitchen is a mess.

You know taking my girls shopping is always an adventure.  Trying on white trash hats that were on clearance just couldn't be denied...and now she is passing that wonder onto her young uns.

Okay, okay, this and that...

Here is the cat getting a ride from her bff...BELLE.  It didn't last long.

 Christmas day with the goof troop...look everybody is smiling.

And then we went  to the airport to pick up Jason, (no, that's an inside joke...)

our other cuties who flew in from KS.  Boy were their arms tired.

We opened presents that night .  Did you see those stripey socks?

My little pony lives on.....and on....

Rachel contemplating something...maybe those high heeled gold shoes....hmmmm.

Then there is Em in her poptart cat pjs.  What a cutie.

Here are the pie eaters in the kitchen making messes.  Hey what is Christmas without a pie or two and then messes to go with?

Getting through the gloomies.

Let us just say that January is NOT one of my favorites.  Growing up in Idaho, it was snowy and really cold and wickedly winter. When we lived in Florida, there was just no such thing.  When Christmas was over, we packed up our light sweaters and then played outside.
We went to the Beach.  We went to the park.  We went to the BIG parks when Family came.  We had lots of family come too....winter in Florida was pretty enticing.  We took all to the orange groves to pick the orange sweetness right off the tree. And then there was the Strawberry festival.  Strawberry fields everywhere and a fair full of street vendors selling shortcakes slathered with authentic shortbread, mashed strawberries, and real whipped cream.  It was heaven in a styrofoam dish.
We biked all over the small bay town, weaving in and around lush fields of tomatoes and citrus.  It was no secret why Florida was such a "snow bird" place.   We learned to tolerate them...those "snow birds".  We just figured out how to live around them.  Our little town increased in numbers of nearly 10,000 when they showed up in late November.  I learned to never grocery shop on Monday morning because of the white haired traffic, and always wait until nearly 7 to dine out to avoid the "early bird" special gang.  And I learned to bite my tongue with so many grandmas around to "help" me raise my children.  There was no limit to the advice I got.
We loved our life there.  I loved the January sunshine so sparkly and peaceful.  I could sit out on the deck and watch the kids swing and just soak up the bug free, low humidity wonderfulness.  But in the back of my mind, I would wonder if we would ever move west.  I saw myself sitting by the fire with a great book, watching the snow coming down.  I didn't see myself, hating the gray days and wishing for a little sunshine.   So, this is a post of reality.  There is no perfect life.  There is no perfect place.  Better just learn to love where you are.
And oh, yes, go and make a cup of hot chocolate.  The weather man says snow.

Thankful for pink blankets....

I have been pretty darn bad at this Thankful thing. Well, at least bad when I forget to blog about it. Am I more aware of being thankful? Yes, and I have decided that today I am dedicating the whole week of being Thankful to my daughters. Oh, how they have enriched my life.

I can't believe how incredibly blessed I am to have 4 daughters.

There is my oldest Alicia, now a mommy herself, with all the sweetness, humor and beauty allowed. Rachel, my redhead. Smart in things Hebrew and who loves a good recipe and things beautiful. Stacey, the one talented, lover of animals with a heart as big as any. My baby, Emma, who's goodness and kind heart keeps me young and happy.

But today I am going to blog about my oldest daughter, my first little girl friend, my shadow.

She came to us on a cold spring night in the wild west town of Rock Springs. I was so excited that night that I didn't sleep at all. A girl! I had a baby girl. Little did I know what a wonderful life she would bring into mine.

We have been pals for a very long time now. We even dressed alike one Easter...
Even during the "teenage years", this girl was a great daughter.

I won't talk about how it felt when she left home for college. Ever have your arm cut off? Yeah, that is what I imagine it would feel like. Lots of crying and wailing and being very sad.

She let me visit her at the Y and we talked everyday on the phone.

And then she found her prince charming and I let her go again. She really was happy about it...really.

And well let's just say that the laughter has never waned. I am proud of all that she has done. (OKAY ALMOST EVERYTHING...)

But my proudest thing? That she now has a sweet daughter, shadow, necklace loving daughter of her own. And the best thing she can do for me? Love that daughter just like she has loved her mom. Like a Best Friend...

Being Thankful....

I finally got outside this morning. After a big girl weekend, it felt really great to strike out on a walk. And then when I began to look around me, I was a bit sad that fall is nearly done. There is just no time like November for all the amazing color.

I looked down at my feet as I shuffled along and my grumpy bones and muscles complained that it had been too long. But the colors and shapes of leaves was just stunning.

Today I am thankful for the beautiful leaves that Heavenly Father created for me to walk through this morning.

being thankful for....

Sisters. I am grateful for wonderful sister-friends. Who call me on the phone and come and craft and sit in TOFW seminars and take me to Birthday lunch and laugh with me.

Life is good.

thankful...day 14

With having a birthday, I couldn't help but reflect on how much this pair means to me. I was born on a really cold winter night and was a puny, bald little thing. I was also the third daughter born to a farmer that really could have used a boy by now....but never made me feel like I was a disappointment in any way.


My parents are my heroes. They lived and raised us 6 kids in a wonderful, hard working lifestyle. I felt like I was the luckiest kid alive to be raised on a farm and work along side of my dad. I got to do things that challenged me and were fun all wrapped into one. My mom taught me how to be a lady and love beautiful things. Come to think of it, I am STILL the luckiest girl alive, to still have their great influence in my life.

thanks day 13

I have been pondering this being thankful thing. it is GOOD to be thankful every day. And when you are publicly posting it...even better to say these things out loud.
So, today I was thinking how thankful I am for my hands. Lately I have been plagued once again with cracks on my fingers. Not sure if it is a dry skin thing, but it is painful. But as I sat and felt sorry for myself, I couldn't help but remember how many things they do for me. And I am not counting the regular all day every day routine of things. I am counting that when I get an idea to create they are ready to go. They twist and peel, and spray and glue and paint, and sew and flip back and forth when hot glue gets on them! My list is endless and for these two middle aged hands, I am grateful.

Thanks.....day 11

I am thankful today for goodly parents that raised this boy. He is a real gem.

Oh, and I am also very thankful that he is so understanding when I call him by mistake. He answered so chipper and nice. What a great guy!

Thanks....day 9

If my truck goes anywhere,( and I am not sure why everything is underlined....)this girl goes with.....she loves to "fly" in her backseat spot. No matter, rain, sleet, snow or dark of night. This dog LOVES to stick her head out the window.
I am thankful for her sweet nature. I am thankful for her loyalty.
I don't care that she sheds a bunch. She is my sweet canine friend.

What day is this?

Drugs. Presciption drugs. That's it. When you get a tooth implant...you need drugs. Today and yesterday, I am thankful for drugs.

Thankful....day 6.

GOOOOOOD GRIEEEEEEF! The dentist asked me if I needed a card to remember Emma's next appointment...or did I want to just load it on my phone..RIGHT! I was goofing around with it at the time. I laughed and said, "uh, better give me the card...I am not too great at this phone yet!"And when I wanted to download some pics the other night, Emma spoke up that she knew how to do that! COOOOOOOL. SO, I am grateful for my 11 year old that knows how to do stuff.


Like.....dress up the dog like a granny.
Pull lots of cute faces on my laptop.....

and pull off the cutest Aphrodite costume ever. No drama here! HA!

love this little girl at my house.....