Moving to WordPress and getting back in the saddle. Beth 🙂
I can’t stop thinking about your Young Women’s Commemorative Plate that was purchased for you from the D.I.
Sunday morning I woke up before the alarm. It was supposed to go off at 4:30 AM. After only three hours of
Blogher-PaW-loo-ZAH 2006
Needless to say I left my camera in my hotel room all weekend long. With the sleep deprivation and estrogen overload, this
“The Sun is the Earth’s lightbulb” Eli
The other day, we were standing in our front yard when Eli began looking up at the sky. That is when he
Everyone needs their own Yoda . . .
And frankly, right now I am feeling a little like Luke Skywalker. I don’t think it hurts that odds are my Dad
Pete Ashdown and Six Tablespoons of Blood
— The other day a friend of ours noticed the Pete Ashdown sign in our yard. (Pete Ashdown is running against Orrin
Goodbye SpongeBob
And this is how we start to heal . . . It was late in the afternoon last Friday. I was tired,
ALWAYS, ALWAYS BACK UP YOUR COMPUTER!
And this is why I have not been posting . . . I am sitting hear in the kitchen amidst the strewn
Central Utah: We survived the blood-sucking, biting flies
We just got back from Capitol Reef/Boulder/Torrey, Utah. We had a great long weekend away. It is late and I need to
Adams Family Dilemma #437
Kyle has been downstairs for a few minutes while Dave is downstairs on a scary business call. I go downstairs and find
Two Pink Lines: The Beginning
Where do I begin? I guess it was about a month ago. I was headed over with a requested (by Carol’s husband,
Two Pink Lines and you now what that means?
UPDATE June 8th, 5:34 MST : Thank you everyone! I am blown away with your well wishes and congratulations! You are helping
Flowers while I have been away
So much to say, and tomorrow after 3PM MST, I can finally tell you. I am sorry I have been away so
The Last Day
Today was Kyle’s last day of kindergarten. I can’t believe that kindergarten is over. The year has flown by. And as I
No, I have not started another blog somewhere else.
My sister called me this weekend wondering why I haven’t posted lately and then asked if I had a secret blog somewhere
Broken Flowers: not the movie
These are the beautiful Mothers Day Flowers Dave and the boys gave me. They were sitting on our kitchen table early this