Two years ago, some one asked if I was her mom...she looks young, right! I would have been a teen mom.
There once was a dress, a perfect, little, black dress. It was found maybe 5 years ago and was purchsed for a trip to London. Fast forward to 2008 and my friend needed a dress to wear to a dinner with her Navy Seal husband. She has a new baby and was worried about the post baby bod. I offered up my closet and she came and tried on a few things. This dress, this magic dress was the winner. A week or so later, I got an e-mail from my cute friend Melissa A. She had an event and wondered if she might try the perfect lbd. So off it went to Utah for another night on the town. We are so different. Those girls are 29 and 30, I'm not. We are all different sizes, different heights. This little treasure fit the bill. How does it work? I have no clue but it is magical. If you'd like to join the sisterhood let me know. It can be arranged.
Remember: Dress = love. Love your pals. Love yourself.
Since learning that Thomas Monson will be speaking at Women's Conference, I've been thinking a lot about something he said at April conference. "We've had a smorgasbord today of faith..." Is it just me or can you picture this on a board hanging in your kitchen. I want one. All of you crafty girls get to work on the vinyl lettering or whatever it is you do. I'll pay!
The past couple days have been rather eventful. Shark attack at a local beach, bomb and shooting threat at the high school, day of silence and loss of some bling. Bad picture, sad ring. It looks like it lost a tooth!
Some of his clients thought maybe Tom was the victim as it was a guy swimming with his tri-athlete team. Luckily, he's out of state and running a marathon.
Stupid kids threatened school during state testing week. When first threat was ignored they wrote, seriously, by the next threat. Seriously!
Day of Silence is sponsered at the boys old high school by the g^y straight lesbi^n alliance. Don't even get me started about this. The goal is that all students are silent to know what it feels like. I kept my kids home. I am not opposed to their right to celebrate or whatever I just don't want it done on school time. The girls can't even wear their value color bracelets because then they appear to be GSLA members.
Sadly, I lost some bling from my ring. Alas, it will be resurrected. I just have to wait.
I need to get out of town. Only 3 days until girl's week!
Boys are back in town. If only for a long weekend. Today's fashion is courtesy of Mr Mac. This is what will be worn on the streets of Boise this summer. That Mr Mac knows where it's at. Suits are on there way. Currently being tailored to fit our buff boy.
Um this is a blurry, artsy picture...yeah, that's it. Another post about shoes, I don't think there can be too many!
My new theme song. Some serious good stuff comes out of the UK. Paolo rocks. This song puts a smile on your face. Notice how he says Tuesday at the beginning of the song. Not since Corrine Bailey Rae have I heard such a happy song...You go ahead let your hair down. Funny that people who pride themselves in their dour attitudes should produce such cheerful music..
These are my new shoes and I'm trying to decide if I should keep them. They are cute and comfy but, they may be too sensible for my sensibilities...hmmmm...what do you think? I've just been wearing them around the house til I decide.
We call it the but# crack of dawn. What pray tell am I doing up at this hour?! It's dark and cold outside. The only time I'm up this early is if I'm sick, have had major insomnia, or have an early flight. Tom went out of town so I had to get up to take Brynn to early morning seminary. Her friend recently got her driver's license so no more rides. Not usually a problem for me since Tom takes her. He is in charge of morning parenting and I do night time. My talents lie in staying up late to help with homework, deal with teenage melt downs and monitor people coming and going. Today the delicate balance has been upset. I am not a morning person. I grunt until 10 AM. Tom is cheerful and energetic, he even cooks breakfast for her. So, I'm trying to think of the upside of being up this early...I get to see my lovely daughter's face before school, The Jeff and Jer Showgram (Did you know that 37% of women do not use the bathroom at work. Good thing I work at home), and I stopped at Starbucks for hot chocolate. I'm going back to bed.
Apparently, this is what you wear when Camilla and Spencer Kimball stay at your house in 1976. Tom is the long haired boy in the back. This is not all of the children. My mother in law is pregnant and two older boys and one older girl are missing from the picture. That's right 13 children! They raised them well and fashionably.
My sister suggested this post, so here goes. Her kids love my pantry. They think it's like AM -PM or 7-11. This is what it looks like on a random Thursday. It hasn't even been freshly stocked like it is when the boys are coming home or someone is coming to visit. It's full of junk food. In french they call it "Plastique food." My neighbor once told me "Your kids have the most colorful snacks!" Her kids love my pantry. There is a book called Whole Foods For The Whole Family, my question, is that a whole bag of chips as opposed to a half bag? Whatever you call it you really shouldn't have this much. We do have a lot of teenagers come to the house, and they are always hungry!
I'm suffering from post traumatic mission call stress. I've been puking my guts out...and no I'm not pregnant! Not even an option anymore. It's my ulcer. It doesn't matter what I eat, I'm pretty much on a carb only diet. Dr Pepper is my new best friend. I don't usually drink soda, maybe once a year, but the Dr helps my nausea and migraines. I like it flat and watered down and I can only drink about four ounces. On to my next ailment, mouth virus, canker sores, swollen gums and cheek. It hurts to eat and talk. This is the cocktail remedy...equal parts liquid Benedryl for swelling, liquid Maalox, coats, and Hurricaine,numbs. One teaspoon each is good. I couldn't find Hurricaine so I've been using Cepacol, two squirts. You mix the stuff together and swish and spit. It helps. So if you need me you can find me hunched over my puke bowl. It's ok because the Dr makes house calls.
This stuff is great. I use it to hold down a lapel, keep a neckline in place, I even use it to straighten a picture on the wall. I find it amusing that it is made in Minneapolis, Minnesota...I grew up there and it is a happening place. I guess Minneapolis Tape doesn't have the same allure as Hollywood Tape. I think I figured out what to wear to the MTC. On the back of the box one of the recommended uses is to adhere body jewels! Now if I can figure out where you get those...
What I wore when I went to the MTC...I won't wear it again.
Me and my sistas...the day of my farewell...fierce faces!
I openly admit that I am shallow. My latest obsession is ...what to wear to the MTC. When my brother died my first thought was what will I wear to the funeral? My sisters thought I was nuts. Maybe it's just a stress reliever or maybe I'm just overly concerned with things that shouldn't matter! Anyway, it is the last time my son will see me for two years. When Tom was called to be the Bishop I was very concerned about what to wear. I considered a short skirt or plunging neckline hoping that our Stake President would reconsider. Unfortunately, he knew me too well. When Evan reported to the MTC I had spikey hair and he begged me not to spike it that day. I complied. It's good when your kids are more conservative than you. Anyhow, back to the matter at hand...any ideas let me know.