schools out for the summer...

Sorry the posts have been few and far between. This last two weeks were busy and the next two are also. We are enjoying summer too much.

Hope you enjoy yours.

I'm J.K. Rawlings new character: "Humbledor"

Nothing like being humbled. That's basically my middle name lately. I have a knack for sticking my foot in my mouth or saying something that later I stew about all night.
Couple of examples:

1. Last weekend my mom, Sandy (moms best friend), and I ventured to Spokane for a day of rummaging through our favorite stores. We somehow got on the subject of driving, and I mentioned that I happened to be the "best woman driver" of all time. 'Cause pretty much my track record proves that- no tickets, or wrecks. EVER (knock on wood). So then it was my turn to drive and we had the pickup loaded with all of our treasures (windows blocked). I backed out of our parking space in Jack in the Box, and bang! I backed into a huge Avalanche (ugly) truck. I surveyed the damage: NONE. I was so lucky. None to Sandy's Toyota, and none to the big ugly monstrosity behind me.

Eat crow and enjoy it.

2. I was Senior Class VP in high school and everyone knows you get to plan your 10 year reunion. So that's this summer, and I'm not really excited to be there, but I don't want people to think I am unorganized or lazy, so I planned my own reunion for September without contacting anyone from my class (I did try, I'm just not a myspace fanatic and couldn't figure it out. Apparently all my classmates hang out there like crazy and are pros.) I went to myspace and posted to all my "friends" to check my new blog (http://www.hhs1998reunion.blogspot.com/) and check out the details of the class reunion. Almost immediately all 15 of my "friends" wrote me back to inform my dumb self that there already was a reunion planned and to basically "get a life".

Chew...Smack....Slurp...

3. Last night at mutual, we played kickball. I used to be an okay athlete in HS. And I let everyone know it. So I'm hustling to my spot in the infield (all grass field) and I totally step in a hidden sprinkler hole and sprain my ankle. I went down like a sack of potatoes. Everyone saw it. I walked it off and ended up being okay but today my ankle aches.

Eat it and LOVE it.

So hopefully by posting this counts as my repentance process. I'm going to be a little more chill and let things go and try not to toot my own horn. I guess if the Nephites can conquer the pride cycle once in a while, I can too.

MMMMMM.....tastes great.

Anti Ques

I had a super fun weekend. Saturday Mom, Sandy, and I road tripped to Spokane to visit the Farm Chicks Antique show. It was packed! So many women there searching for the right stuff to grace their home. We were victorious-I got an old firewood box, that is so unique. Its going in my family room to hold all the random blankets in my home. I love it. Also got an old goose decoy for the wall, and a 70's trash can (for a planter).
We also stopped at 2 second hand building supply stores. We were like kids in candy stores. Any thing you can imagine- it was there! Old door hinges, door knobs, toilets, iron railing, windows....
I picked up two windows, and found my hutch for my dining room.

It was super fun and rewarding. Thanks mom, and sandy for the trip. Had a blast.
(sorry no picts, i didn't want to hinder my findings lugging a huge camera around.

-Nan

Meet Molly

This is an email passing thru everyones inbox. I thought it was awesome.

Meet Molly. She's a gray speckled pony who was abandoned by her owners when Katrina hit southern Louisiana, USA She spent weeks on her own before finally being rescued and taken to a farm where abandoned animals were stockpiled. While there, she was attacked by a pit bull terrier, and almost died. Her gnawed right front leg became infected and her vet went to LSU for help. But LSU was overwhelmed, and this pony was a welfare case. You know how that goes.But after surgeon Rustin Moore met Molly, he changed his mind. He saw how the pony was careful to lie down on different sides so she didn't seem to get sores, and how she allowed people to handle her. She protected her injured leg. She constantly shifted her weight, and didn't overload her good leg. She was a smart pony with a serious survival ethic.Moore agreed to remove her leg below the knee and a temporary artificial limb was built. Molly walked out of the clinic and her story really begins there.'This was the right horse and the right owner,' Moore insists. Molly happened to be a one-in-a-million patient. She's tough as nails, but sweet, and she was willing to cope with pain. She made it obvious she understood (that) she was in trouble. The other important factor, according to Moore, is having a truly committed and compliant owner who is dedicated to providing the daily care required over the lifetime of the horse.Molly's story turns into a parable for life in post-Katrina Louisiana. The little pony gained weight, her mane felt a comb. A human prosthesis designer built her a leg.The prosthetic has given Molly a whole new life, Allison Barca DVM, Molly's regular vet, reports. And she asks for it! She will put her little limb out, and come to you and let you know that she wants you to put it on. Sometimes she wants you to take it off too.' And sometimes, Molly gets away from Barca. 'It can be pretty bad when you can't catch a three-legged horse', she laughs.Most important of all, Molly has a job now. Kay, the rescue farm owner, started taking Molly to shelters, hospitals, nursing homes, rehabilitation centers. Anywhere she thought that people needed hope. Wherever Molly went, she showed people her pluck. She inspired people. And she had a good time doing it.'It's obvious to me that Molly had a bigger role to play in life', Moore said, 'She survived the hurricane, she survived a horrible injury, and now she is giving hope to others.''She's not back to normal,' Barca concluded, 'but she's going to be better. To me, she could be a symbol for New Orleans itself.'This is Molly's most recent prosthesis. The bottom photo shows the ground surface that she stands on, which has a smiley face embossed in it. Wherever Molly goes, she leave s a smiley hoof print behind!

The Graduate

Today My Cam-Dog Graduates.
What a Big Boy. Gotta Love Him.

This is me...

Cleaning. This is what I'm doing this week.

Have a good one.