Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Ed, the lake, and my cabinets.

Ed and his friend Will tag teaming the guitar on the 4th of July. Watch out Logan EFY, these two monkeys are headed your way.
Grant has his first trip to the lake, he liked it.

Grant is always such a good boy. In this picture he had been at the cabinet shop for 8 hours with Ryan and me while we were working.



The cabinet doors.



My very wonderful husband and equally wonderful and ever so dedicated brother-in-law applying the glaze to the doors.
Not much to say, but I needed a post.
One day I will post pictures of our epic journey to Iowa.



Tuesday, May 12, 2009

Who do I think I am, Kelli Pickler?

This morning I received a phone call from the MS Society of Utah asking for donations. I'm always looking for a chance to get rid of my trash, it's another man's treasure, right? So I committed to them that I would have items on my porch for collection on Thursday. As I started going through my shoes, I noticed something.

I own a lot of


red


high


heels.


I donated two pair.


When he smiles, I melt.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Smiles.

He gave his first smile to Grandma Julie.




Look who came to visit!

It's Uncle Chris.


Guess what he and my husband did while he was here.




Any guesses?



It involved wood.



They worked from sun up to sun down.



Have you figured it out yet?



It required a lot of teamwork. However, Chris was definitely the site manager.



Rosie, please note Ryan's Carhartt pants.



They (mostly Chris) worked for at least 16 hours making the plans, getting the cut list together and whatever else he did before they even entered the shop. It was very impressive to watch.




They're building my kitchen cabinets!



See the tall pieces in the back? That's the pantry.



I'm so excited I could just pee!

Monday, April 27, 2009

What was I thinking?

It was my sophomore year in high school. My
cool older sister had a party for graduation and I hit one of her friend's cars in the driveway and didn't tell my parents, I thought I could save the money and pay for the cracked tail light without them ever knowing. I don't know how I thought I would save the money, I didn't have a job. My dad always said we would work our whole lives, just enjoy high school and he'd give us money when we needed it. Well, after a few weeks of the incident, the girl called our house to collect the money and my mom answered the phone. My secret was out.

"What was I thinking?"

My senior year in high school I was pretending to be mad and I used all the strength I could muster to throw open our garage door. It broke, costing my parents hundreds of dollars in repairs.

"What was I thinking?"

Just a few weeks ago, I needed to shower but Grant wouldn't fall asleep so I put him in his vibrating chair outside the shower so when his bink fell out I could slip my arm out of the shower door and put it back in his mouth. When I got out, he was soaking wet. He was getting sprayed by the shower over the door.

"What was I thinking?"

I hated 7th grade. We were moving to Utah the summer before I started 8th grade and someone signed my yearbook, "Have fun in Utah. I know I will here. I won't have to look at your ugly face ever again." I literally didn't have any friends and I hated eating lunch by myself. I wanted detention during lunch so I called a girl a bitch within earshot of a teacher. Now, not only did I not have friends but I managed to make myself an enemy.

"What was I thinking?" Upon arrival in the Beehive state I made my first friend, and life was good.