Never alone....

I am never alone. Which to the lonely may seem quite nice. Just like I admire all your quiet time and opportunities to shower. But there comes a point where the constant company of tiny humans that never cease to need need need you starts to mess with your mind.

The other day I was looking for something (on behalf of a child of course) and as I walked around hunting I was talking to myself. I talk to myself a lot. Not because there is no one to hear me, it's just because no one listens. So I'm mumbling: "Maybe it's over here, nope." "Did it get left under the?....no" "Well, maybe if people would put things away...". As I'm searching I tell the children to stay upstairs and look, while I look downstairs. I continue to mumble. "I swear we saw it when we were in here a minute ago. Why can't we remember...". Then I stop. I'm sorry, "we" who? Michelle, you are talking to yourself.

I think I may be going mad. The continuous hum of little voices and all the no-longer-warm meals are going to my head.

We're going crazy now aren't we precious?

Happy Valentines Day!

This is what my two school boys did for their Valentines boxes this year.

Their classmates could put the Valentines in the tank or the bowl:

One boy chose to have a tiny tissue box on top and the other chose flowers. I can't decide which I like better. I think its the tisses...

Did you ever have a favorite Valentines box for school?

Emily and Adam

I just wanted to share of few of my favorite shots from the wedding I shot today.

Poor Vacuum

I LOVE my Dyson vacuum. "I just think things should wook propehleh".

I've recently taught my older sons how to use said vacuum. However, they just don't care how much your vacuum costs, or about doing things propehleh, they just care about getting the chore over with. And that is exactly why my perfect purple vacuum stopped working for the first time in 4 years. So I called the phone number printed right on my vacuum, and a patient and competent woman actually helped me. WHAT? I know!! I don't remember the last time I called a manufacturer, or a credit card company, or my insurance and actually got help. AND I was able to solve the problem! Wow. YOU should invest in a Dyson. Seriously.

What was the problem you ask? Well, just take a look at all the stuff that my children sucked up into the vacuum that got stuck in that little gray tube.

A puzzle piece? A BALL POINT PEN? Come on guys. You can't possibly think that either one of those is okay.

Dying Easter Eggs

These pics pretty much explain themselves. Cute boys, eggs, and dye.

My mom got this totally brill idea from a magazine and passed along the information. This worked so well! The egg was easy to get in and out of the whisk, and there was no balancing act with a spoon or those metal octagons that come with a dye kit. I conveniently had three whisks so, of course, the oldest gets stuck with the balancing act, but he can handle it.

There you have it.

My dream package finally got here! WOOHOO!

I have been blessed many times in my life with great friends. I always love it when I find someone new that I really connect with. And it seems as though my friends always fall into categories, you know, depending on when and where I met them, or how I associate with them. Is this how it is for everyone? Well, Sheryl, being my BFF, falls in with several different groups of my friends- I mean, it's only natural.

Lately, my newest little group is something we like to call "The Dream Team", not to be confused with my beloved Support Hotties, Preschool Moms, Singing Ladies, Rez Prez, Ward Friends, School Moms, or High School Friends. Unfortunately, the members of the Dream Team don't exactly live next door to each other. Sheryl and I live about 45 minutes apart (in good weather and traffic), and Shellie and Melinda live on pretty much opposite ends of the country. How did we meet? Well, the stars aligned, Fate was on our side, Luck was our lady, and Destiny was ignited. That's how. Now stop asking questions and let me finish.

We've designed a way to cheer each other up during this crazy unpredictable weather (that's right, Kevin Eubanks and Dan Pope, you heard me, not even you seem to be able to guess it quite right lately). We are sick of cold and snow, and want some flippin' sunshine. I'm pretty sure all credit goes to Sheryl for initiating this, but I have loved that these girls aren't all talk- they are doers! So we'll be rotating names and sending each other packages in the mail for the next few months. FUN!

I sent a package to Melinda in Washington, and I loved being able to pick things out for her. It was kind of tricky at times to keep with in the budget we set, but I'm always up to a challenge... well, maybe not always, but this time for sure.

Shellie sent a package to me from Georgia. Shout out to Shellie- HOLLA! I love my stuff!!!! Here are some photos of me opening my package. (I hadn't washed my hair or put on make -up. If you want to see pics of me lookin' pretty, find a different post...)



I was on the phone with Sheryl when the UPS man knocked on my door, so Sheryl told me she wanted to be in the picture. Can you tell I just told her to smile?
Everything was in this tote bag. Isn't that the cutest bag for a mom/create-y person like me?

Springy Colored binder with a suggestion written on it for it's purpose... can I fit a new house in this folder? :-)

The rest of the stuff was in this cute springy wrapped box. Actually, I was so excited to get my Dream Package, that I quickly started to unwrap this before I snapped a picture. So before I took off the lid, I rewrapped it to take a photo. But as soon as I finished wrapping it and replacing the bow, I forgot what I was doing and started opening it again before I took a picture. Hahaha! Then I did it again! I'm such an idiot that I ended up rewrapping it THREE times. HA! I blame Sheryl on the phone, she was distracting me.

Inside were these tins.

And in the tins were other bright colored Springy odds and ends. Spring green tank top, socks, and sponges. Then she included my favorite scented soap from Bed Bath and Beyond. I can smell the Coconut Lime on my hands right now. Mmmm.

Thank you again Shellie! I love my fun stuff!!!

Van of Bull

When we were driving home from CA in December we stopped at a gas station for the norm: pee-peeing and to fill water bottles. It creates a cycle of sorts, but it must be done.

When I stepped outside, this is what I saw:

That's right, your eyes aren't playing tricks on you, this IS in fact a van with a bull in it. A VAN with a BULL in it. What you can't see is that sticking it's head out the other window on the driver's side is a donkey. A DONKEY. A bull and donkey in a van. A VAN people.

I dedicate this post to Abe- do I win?

AGAIN?

Why does Gabers look so sad?

Oh maybe its's because he never learns...

Sigh.