Thursday, September 25, 2008

Found some literary gold at Goodwill today...

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Drinking, video games, flashing...

Recently, two people have let me know that my kid looks like a frat boy. Yeah, probably not the look I was going for. But he's beginning to show the early signs...

And don't worry, I may have thought it, but I didn't tell them that their child looks like a balding pentagenarian.

Monday, September 22, 2008


My mouth waters for this fabric.

I long to clothe all my furniture in these organic prints by New Zealand-based artist Leanne Culy. The warm gold and cool blue hues would harmonize well with my ugly brown couch (and maybe make it look not-so-ugly).

Too bad this lamp shade costs more than a week's worth of groceries...

...and these fabulous fabrics cost anywhere from 85 to 122 American dollars PER METER!Maybe we could go hungry for a few weeks.
Or maybe I'll just dream about them for now.

Friday, September 12, 2008



Thursday, September 11, 2008

In memory

Seven years ago, I gaped at the television monitor in my high school classroom in Utah and watched this unfold.

I was roughly 1,920 miles away. I was in one of the safest places on the planet. I felt violated.
Today I live just a couple of blocks away. It's a constant reminder of the lives lost on this day.

Thursday, September 4, 2008

Ethan has been up to...

...drawing all over himself and everything else with hidden writing tools.

...watching kayakers plunge off waterfalls at Great Falls.

...riding on the back of Uncle Bert's bike.
...deciding he is tired at inopportune times. He does this in the parking lot and the street outside our door, too.

Monday, September 1, 2008

TMI - but I can't resist

Ever haphazardly sent an embarrassing text message to your in-laws? Well now Ryan can check that off his list of "100 things I hope to never do before I die."

Tonight, while on a run to Target to pick up some supplies - including some boxer briefs for Ryan - my dad called me. He told me that he received a text message from Ryan. He was perplexed because it was sent to his land line so it came in the form of a computer voice sounding out the words with incorrect inflections. He was also confused by the message, which he insists he didn't understand. It was clear the text was meant for my cell phone.

The computer had unabashedly read aloud these words to my father: "Don't forget my whitey-tighteys."