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Baby Willis' Room

2012-01-10T14:53:00.011-07:00

We had a lot of fun putting together this room for our baby boy. Well, I guess I can't speak for Greg, he probably wanted to kill me a few times ;) It was especially fun to include some items of special significance to our little family. Here are some of the details:

(Excuse the crazy spacing - Blogger was being highly uncooperative)

We wrapped styrofoam balls with yarn for the mobile.

The blank canvas above the crib will be used to document baby's growing footprints over time.

My Mom and I made the crib sheet from twin sheets I found.

I made the crib "skirt."

I made the cover for the pillow on the rocking chair.

The green bags hanging on the dresser are for cloth diapering - call me crazy if you must ;)

The dresser once belonged to my great-grandparents. Greg painted it and the drawer pulls.

I gifted Greg the "typestaches" poster for his birthday last year.

When we are 100% sure on baby's name, the small frame in the upper right will be replaced with a green canvas with his first and middle names on it in white.

The ribbons are mine from various races (running) over the years.

The pirate poster is from one of Greg's favorite bands- he's had it for years.

I bought the wooden "W" and painted it orange (for Willis :)

Greg made the stencil from a photo of me from our wedding.

We bought the map poster at a concert we went to this fall.

The frame with the blue paper is a placeholder - I will replace the strip of paper with baby's hospital bracelet.

I've collected bottlecaps for a number of years now - it was good to finally have a use for some of them.

I gave Greg the bicycle letterpress print as a gift a few years ago.

You can barely see the tiny red heart I placed on the map of Ogden to note where our house is.

The medals are (left to right): Mine from the State Games of America 1999 (soccer), my finisher medal from the 2007 Wasatch Back Ragnar Relay, and Greg's finisher medal from the 2011 Boise Half Ironman.

The cardboard painting was done by my great-grandfather - he was a little eccentric ;)

The piggy bank was a sweet gift from my Grandma. I collect piggy banks and she thoughtfully bought baby his first one.

how i know it's true love:

2011-05-13T10:49:00.004-06:00

Greg put a picture of Ron Swanson as my phone background last night.

As Kerry Jackson once said, "If anything in the world could stop a comet, it would be Ron Swanson's mustache."

Let it be known that I'm not making any promises about posting - we can all see how well that went...

day ten

2011-02-11T21:11:00.003-07:00

I'm wearing: black and white checked shirt (Miley Cyrus :), black cardigan (Vanity), red necklace (JC Penney), bootcut jeans (Maurices), gray boots (Madden Girl)

The quasimod-eye is still on the mend.....thus the decapitation.

quasimod-eye

2011-02-10T15:46:00.003-07:00

No outfit post today. I've been hanging out in my pj's sporting a swollen eyelid a la Will Smith in "Hitch." Ok, it's not thaaat bad but bring on the benadryl nonetheless.

Delightful.

day nine

2011-02-09T18:29:00.002-07:00

I'm wearing: glasses (BCBGMAXAZRIA), floral top (thrifted), black skinny belt (Rue 21), black blazer (Old Navy), gray skirt (Banana Republic), black polka dot nylons (Target), black flats (WetSeal)

day eight

2011-02-08T16:01:00.002-07:00

Prepare yourself for this face...

I'm wearing: gray sweater (Rue 21), black skirt (Banana Republic), raspberry tights (JC Penney), gray heels (Fergalicious)

day seven

2011-02-07T15:58:00.000-07:00

I'm wearing: white button-up (Old Navy), brown v-neck sweater (Rue 21), pink double belt (Down East Basics), tan skirt (Target), brown chevron tights (JC Penney), brown oxford heels (Maurices)

day six

2011-02-06T15:56:00.000-07:00

I'm wearing: black dress (Target), gray and black houndstooth tights (Walmart), gray boots (Madden Girl)

day five

2011-02-05T15:53:00.002-07:00

I'm wearing: black and white striped shirt (Rue 21), purplish cardigan (Old Navy), black glitter belt (thrifted), black skinny jeans (Old Navy), pink argyle socks (Target?), black flats (WetSeal)

day four

2011-02-04T23:21:00.004-07:00

I'm wearing: raspberry long-sleeve tee (Down East Basics), striped vest (vanity), black glitter belt (thrifted), skinny jeans (Forever 21), gray boots (Madden Girl)

I'm also wearing this adorable tiny heart necklace Greg gave me for Valentine's Day last year. (via Etsy)

day three

2011-02-03T17:18:00.002-07:00

I'm wearing: cream turtleneck (Banana Republic), necklace (Vanity), slacks (Target), brown oxford heels (Maurices)

day two

2011-02-02T20:32:00.004-07:00

There will be no trusting the auto-timer from here on. It doesn't focus...

I'm wearing: black long sleeve tee (gift), skirt (Down East Basics), black belt (Rue 21), black leggings (Vanity), gray boots (Madden Girl)

day one

2011-02-01T17:43:00.004-07:00

This is what happens when you take a self-portrait in a dirty mirror.
In a dirty kitchen.

This is what happens when your super tall and handsome husband takes a picture of you...
...next to swamp cooler controls.

This is what happens when that same husband tells you to "Hurry, do something cute."
Scary.

I'm obviously not afraid of black mail.

Here's to hoping tomorrow doesn't bring more tornado-like winds so I can venture outside for photos...

The tights I'm wearing are actually a fairly bright raspberry color.

I'm wearing: Navy and white ruffle front shirt (The Limited), charcoal gray cardigan (Old Navy), brown "crocodile" belt (thrifted), gray pencil skirt (Banana Republic), raspberry tights (JC Penney), gray bow heels (Fergalicious).

30 for 30 picks

2011-01-31T21:53:00.005-07:00

Here are my picks for the 30 for 30 challenge...

Why didn't I lay the shirts out so you could see what they really look like?.....
(If you guessed it's because none of them are ironed, you were right.)

The black and gray striped one is technically a vest.

why we love grandpas

2011-01-24T13:20:00.007-07:00

Scene: Greg's parent's house last night. Commercial starring Fergie on the TV......

Papa Willis: "Who is this lady?"

Grandpa Willis: "She's a hot mama. She might even be a man."

Greg: [Speechless]

Wendy: "Uhhhh, her name is Fergie."

Classic.

coming soon

2011-01-19T14:28:00.004-07:00

After almost three years of going without, we're finally breaking down and getting the internet at our house. This is a big deal people. Now, instead of pretending to fold laundry while watching DVDs of The Office/30 Rock/Big Bang Theory, I will spend my time feeding my blog reading addiction. Or maybe, this here "blog" might see some more action.

In other news, I've signed up to participate in this self-inflicted insanity. So, if you don't want to see my face everyday from February 1st - March 2nd, I would suggest losing my blog address...

pray for us

2011-01-14T10:09:00.003-07:00

For a church that advocates abstaining from the consumption of alcohol, we sure know how to lead a woman to drinking.* That's right, it's "church ball" season once again.

You may recall the excitement of last year. It is with great trepidation that I announce: Greg informed me that tonight's (first game of the season) game might be against that team. He also informed me that if it's true, he will be sitting this one out.

Mom will be proud; we've finally learned to avoid compromising situations. At least when they happen at church(?).....

*You realize this is extreme sarcasm, right?

this is me.

2010-12-22T14:41:00.007-07:00

This is me looking inside a fake heart.

This is me back to blogging?

TWIT

2010-07-21T14:36:00.002-06:00

Just realized I didn't turn the crockpot on before I left this morning. #dinnerfail

absentee

2010-06-02T09:20:00.003-06:00

I've been absent of late. I returned home last Tuesday after spending 11 days playing mom to these three babes in Pennsylvania. I miss them like crazy. They call me "Sissie" although, technically, I'm their aunt. I started tearing up at work last week when someone asked how my trip was. We had so many fun adventures and it's just plain hard to not be near them all the time to watch them grow. Stop growing up so fast my littles!

Photos and stories to come...

pancakes

2010-05-28T16:32:00.002-06:00

This is just plain cool. WARNING: don't click the link if you don't want to feel like an inadequate parent... :)

on motherhood

2010-05-11T18:02:00.006-06:00

I may not be a mother to children of my own (yet) but I consider myself a mother of sorts to 70+ 3-11 year olds every Sunday when I "teach" music to them at my church. I did, however, feel a tiny glimpse of motherhood's joy when one of my little friends brought me this for Mother's Day:

What a charmer. Girls, watch out for this one!

mother's day

2010-05-07T10:28:00.001-06:00

For Mama Wilson (Wendy's Mom):

For Mama Willis (Greg's mom):

No explanation necessary, right? Ha, ha. :)

Love you both!

deef

2010-05-06T11:36:00.003-06:00

This post by Meg inspired me to share the following...

We sat side-by-side on a church pew; we being me, he, and he's girlfriend. I don't remember what the man standing at the pulpit was saying. All I remember is that he said, "deef," and as soon as the words escaped his lips, me turned to he and he to me in unison, both wearing a look of utter confusion. I think we may have mouthed "deef" to each other and then, unsuccessfully, tried to contain our laughter. Meanwhile, girlfriend sits clueless outside the connection forming between me and he. He later told me that moment brought a thought, "You should marry a girl like Wendy." Little did he know what the thought really meant, "You will marry Wendy."

may 5th

2010-05-05T14:05:00.003-06:00

I have Cinco de Mayo breath.

Carne asada with white corn tortillas, pico de gallo and guacamole.
Cuban rice.
Frijoles de olla.
And two churros for good measure :) They were smallish. Kinda. (That made me feel better.)

retraction

2010-05-04T10:30:00.003-06:00

I take it back. Last night I dreamed I was a collegiate football player. We're not talking a 7th string bench warmer either, I was a starter. What position did I play? No clue. Shows how much I know about football. Sorry dad...

Beautiful Inspiration

2010-05-04T09:06:00.000-06:00

singing time

2010-05-03T09:51:00.003-06:00

I'm having dreams about primary singing time every night and I've even heard Greg humming primary songs on multiple occasions. It's officially taken over my life.

chop, chop

2010-05-01T16:37:00.002-06:00

I think you get the idea (goofy face and all).

ahh-choo!

2010-04-29T10:44:00.000-06:00

Allergies, be gone!

letter

2010-04-27T14:27:00.001-06:00

My mom found this letter (written on a leftover valentine envelope no less) while going through some things at her house recently:

Was I a funny kid or what?!?

I wonder what I used for the 7 very small pieces of love...

I spy...

2010-04-27T09:11:00.003-06:00

I spy Greg competing in the Legacy Duathlon 04.17.10

I spy Allie's aunt Sarah...

california dreamin'

2010-04-26T09:54:00.001-06:00

A few additional California highlights:

The beach.

Two of my favorite boys all dressed up.

Nephew Ethan and my sweetie.

shuffle

2010-04-23T09:14:00.000-06:00

Shuffleboard, anyone?

We went to California* for a few days in February with the Willis crew and Grandpa Willis taught us to play shuffleboard. IT'S HARDER THAN YOU WOULD THINK. (Read: I wasn't very good at it :) It was fun though and as Grandpa would say, there's nothing funnier than a bunch of 80 year old men swearing up a storm while they play. These people are serious about their shuffleboard. I wish we could have seen one of their tournaments. Matching team outfits and all. Hilarious.

*Sadly, the reason we went was for Grandma Willis' funeral. It's times like these when we lean on our beliefs for comfort. We know Grandma is in a good place and we will see her again.

string cheese

2010-04-22T09:04:00.004-06:00

Is 9 a.m. too early for string cheese?

I didn't think so either.

Notes on string cheese:
(Yes, I've managed to accumulate this much of an opinion on the matter over my years.)

String cheese must be eaten right out of the fridge while still very cold. Waiting even a few minutes to eat it entirely ruins the experience. (Did I just refer to eating string cheese as an experience? Clearly I need to get out more-dang grad school.)
Western Family string cheese reins supreme. I've tried other string cheeses, they just aren't as good.
String cheese is the best mid-morning snack ever created.
String cheese must be eaten in strings. Taking bites out of the whole stick is STRICTLY forbidden and just plain gross.

Now you know :)

mario at church

2010-04-20T09:42:00.005-06:00

The children were extra wiggly during singing time last week so I had everyone stand up for a little bit of "Head, Shoulders, Knees, and Toes." We started out by singing it soooo slow it was almost painful. Two quicker renditions later I told the kids we were going to sing it "Really, really fast. Like......super mario fast." It just fell out of my mouth that way and the kids ATE. IT. UP.

I have a feeling this one is going to stick.

P.S. They decided that "super mario fast" is when Mario gets a star item and becomes invincible.

noted

2010-04-19T09:44:00.004-06:00

Note to self: Never ask primary children how old they think you are. It's not good for your ego.

P.S. I'm the primary chorister in my ward now. Still doing the cub scout gig as well.

super

2010-04-13T11:35:00.004-06:00

Loving these vintage style Superhero posters by Michael Myers:

Do you think I could pull off hanging these in our bedroom? :)

Found via Ohdeedoh.

kisses

2010-04-13T09:19:00.002-06:00

I just found out Hershey's makes kisses with macadamia nuts in them. Bad news, they're only sold in Hawaii. Good news, just another reason I need to go to Hawaii some day...

two years ago

2010-04-12T18:53:00.004-06:00

We sat in the room adjacent to the one where we would be sealed for all eternity as our Sealer asked us how we met and what our plans were for the future.

"Do you have any questions about the ceremony?"

Greg and I looked at each other and shrugged.

"Let's do it!" Greg said.

The Sealer and I erupted with laughter (quiet laughter that is - since we were in the temple :)

"Ok then, let's get this done." The Sealer said.

We walked into the room where our family and friends were waiting. I was sooo nervous to see everyone. Not nervous because I was about to make eternal covenants, no, just nervous to see my loved ones waiting to witness the ceremony.

We walked out of the room 15 minutes later (estimation) man and wife for eternity. That's including the chat before the ceremony, the ceremony, and hugging everyone in the room after. I do believe we may have set the record for fastest wedding at the Bountiful Temple.

We had family members who were unable to attend the ceremony who missed the majority of the picture taking on the temple grounds after because the ceremony was so quick.

What can I say? My man knows what he wants and there's no waiting necessary.

Happy two years my Gregory Allan.

at heiner's 04.06.10

2010-04-06T11:41:00.003-06:00

"Home should be more than just a fueling station."

Amen.

Visit past editions of "at heiner's" here.

balanced

2010-04-01T11:29:00.003-06:00

What's better than finding $20 in your pocket? Finding over $200 in your checking account because of two silly math errors. We're talking addition and subtraction people, this isn't rocket science. It's not even calculus in fact. That's right, I'm one of those people. My check register must balance - to the penny - for me to sleep at night. I've been pouring over bank statements for longer than I'll admit trying to find a missing deposit when all along it was me not being able to add correctly. Sigh of relief.

I think it's time for a nap.

And maybe a repeat of first grade...

what?

2010-03-26T10:56:00.003-06:00

Ok, I'm coming out of the woodworks for this one...

I see what they're trying to do here (give you a variety of skin tone shades to color with) but this just seems weird to me. Anyone?

P.S. We recently "acquired" wi-fi so this posting thing might become a regular gig again...

at heiner's 02.12.10

2010-02-12T13:00:00.000-07:00

A new series on bits: at heiner's

I drive past Heiner's Insurance Center on my way to work everyday. They have a marquee in front of their building where they post a funny/thought provoking quote that they change frequently. I'm sure I'm not the only one in town who keeps track of the marquee to see when it changes. It's good for a laugh or contemplative moment to start my day. I'll be posting the quotes that strike me.

So, today at Heiner's.....

"Don't judge a book by its movie."

Not a new thought, but it got me thinking. Which books have you read whose movie counterparts were a disappointment? Which movies turned out better than the books they came from? Did seeing the movie first ruin the book for you? Discuss.

My first thought was Harry Potter. Let it be known that I LOVE HARRY POTTER. The movies are ok but I've heard of too many people who saw the movies first and weren't interested in reading the books. There are so many awesome details that the movies can't explore.

"art"

2010-02-10T12:59:00.007-07:00

Since we do birthdays right in my department (Man I talk about work a lot.), I thought I'd share the latest birthday adventure.

Yesterday was co-worker's birthday. The same co-worker who has now eaten a waffle and had his office emptied by my hand. I may have put something of his in Jell-O once as well. We had the waffle breakfast in his honor, but it didn't stop there. You may remember the amount of art in co-workers office.

Exhibit A
(It should be noted that all of his walls are covered like this)

We thought it only appropriate to add to his art collection for his birthday present this year (enter Photoshop). Here are a few of the masterpieces he found in his office yesterday:

The Blue Boy 1770
by Thomas Gainsborough

American Gothic
by Grant Wood

Seven Dogs Playing Poker
by Cassius Marcellus Collidge

And my personal favorite:

Self Portrait with Grey Felt Hat
By Vincent Van Gogh

Tomorrow

2010-02-09T13:48:00.003-07:00

By "tomorrow" I actually mean today; which was today's tomorrow, yesterday.

Maybe this will help you make sense of that: Yesterday's throat clogging turtleneck choking weirdness has turned into today's fuzzy headed nose sniffling hot flash inducing sickness. Simply put, I'm skipping the gym and going straight home to my pj's, hot cocoa, and a chick-flick (You've Got Mail is my classic "I'm sick" go-to movie).

It should also be known that co-worker had his first waffle today! We should've taken a picture. Dang. I believe his words were, "This is good!" I think that means he liked it. "It" meaning he only ate one. (I'm not telling how many I ate.) I know on good authority that he has already recorded the event in his journal. I still can't believe it took 34 years for that man to experience a waffle. What a weirdo.

today

2010-02-08T13:15:00.001-07:00

I'm dreaming of Cozumel today. My turtleneck is choking me. Maybe my throat is clogged. Greg thinks my turtleneck is "sentient" and is trying to kill me. He suggested I just take my shirt off.* He says there are plenty of people that couldn't get away with taking their shirt off at work, but that I could. Thanks for the vote of confidence sweetie, but I probably need this job.

I think I'm ready for spring.

I'm having a weird day. "Better" stuff tomorrow.

*Too much information? We all know I could have said much worse. Did you blush Mom?

doppelganger 2

2010-02-05T09:41:00.003-07:00

How about one a little closer to home?

Jack Black

My brother Adam

(I may or may not have stolen this off his Facebook...)

Take a look at this picture posted by my sister Kate of her daughter who has a striking resemblance to the Gerber baby...

doppelganger

2010-02-04T10:57:00.004-07:00

If you've been on Facebook recently, I'm sure you've seen the "doppelganger craze" that has taken over. If you're totally clueless, Facebook users are replacing their profile photo with one of their celebrity look-alike. (FYI This article says it's illegal.) The only time I remember being told I look like a celebrity was when my grandma said I looked like Lindsay Lohan...granted this was around the time of The Parent Trap but we're still going to avoid that connection...

I have a real doozy of a doppelganger for you though:

Steve Martin as police inspector Jacques Clouseau
(The Pink Panther 2006)

Guy I work with as police inspector Jacques Clouseau
(Halloween 2008)

Scary, right?

gem

2010-02-03T13:25:00.006-07:00

During another organization craze at work I found an old booklet titled "Progress Report." It was stashed with annual reports from my work so I assumed that's what it was. Boy was I ever wrong. Or so I hope...

A sampling of the pages:

And my personal favorite...

The best part is that I have no idea where it came from. There are no identifying logos or words anywhere in the entire booklet.

opt out

2010-02-02T13:38:00.004-07:00

I've never seen a single episode of Lost and I love it. Weird thing to love, right? I don't have a problem with Lost and I'm not taking some kind of principled stand by not watching it. I just think you need to say no sometimes.

I've heard and seen Lost obsession everywhere this week. On blogs, on the radio, on TV, on Facebook, shaved into the neighbors' dog, etc. I've come to the conclusion that there are just too many things going on in our world to be involved with all of them. I've chosen to opt out of watching Lost.

Go on, tell me what I'm missing. I'll probably tell you I don't care.

I'm so rude.

P.S. I've also never seen 24. And Greg hates American Idol.

groundhog day

2010-02-02T08:52:00.003-07:00

Dear Sunset Sam,

Phil doesn't know what he's talking about. Come out of that burrow and bring us an early spring! Our heating bill could really use it...

ugly

2010-02-01T13:31:00.005-07:00

This is what happens when you ask someone to take your picture...

...You get a very fuzzy result (click to see the reality of the fuzz).

L - R: Elsa (the boss), Andy ("never eaten a waffle"), Wendy (the me), Rory (the photog)

This is what happens when someone takes your picture without you knowing...

...You get caught laughing your head off.

Not the greatest, but at least you get a glimpse of my ugly sweater and awesome red skinny jeans from Halloween.

*Sorry for the shrinky-dink photos. Photobucket was given me trouble. Grr.

karma

2010-01-29T13:57:00.003-07:00

Today was the "Ugly Sweater Contest" I planned at work. (For those who don't know, I do marketing at a college.) A trip to the D.I. took place a few weeks ago to find suitable attire for the event. I was pleased with my purchase when Greg's reaction was simply, "Yikes." Jackpot. Greg was officially appalled when he realized I was going to wear said ugly sweater all day at work today, rather than changing into it right before the contest.

Greg: At least I know you won't get hit on today.

Me: What? I could totally get hit on in this outfit. Have you seen the students at the college? (Admittedly not tasteful on my part.)

Greg: Most days I worry you'll get hit on at work; but not today.

Me: (Thinking: Most days?) Gee thanks. Maybe I'll bring home the grand prize.

Fast forward to after the contest...

E-mails:

Me: Well, we didn't have a huge turnout for the sweater contest but it was still really fun. We had a bunch of people say they would participate if we did it again though. I saved two of the votes that were turned in for the people's choice award. I attached them. I wish I knew who "the cute girl" was. Too funny.

The Votes
(I hope you're not offended by the first one...)

Greg: Wow. You totally got hit on. I didn't think that was going to happen with that outfit.

Karma:1 Greg :0

I can't say that "the cute girl" is me (for sure-ha) but I'll pretend it is just to teach Greg a lesson.

chime in

2010-01-28T09:23:00.003-07:00

I decided* I'm getting a new camera (point and shoot) for my birthday. I bought the one we have about four years ago and its shutter speed is wayyyy toooo sloooow. Do you have a camera you love? Hate? I would appreciate your suggestions...

*Greg has to love this, right? I won't even feel bad if I'm the one to order it :)

forgotten

2010-01-27T09:16:00.005-07:00

I'm about to tell you something really embarrassing.

Last week I was visiting my parents and it went as it always does. I tell my mom so-and-so is engaged/pregnant/promoted/maimed/etc and my dad asks if so-and-so is the child of older-so-and-so. I never know so we turn to Facebook for answers. We search through wedding photo albums until we determine, with the aid of dad's high school yearbooks, that so-and-so is in fact older-so-and-so's offspring. How does the man do it? His ability to recognize familial ties astounds me.

Now to the embarrassing part. While looking through the photos we came across one that reminded us all of a funny video involving a man, a destination, and a fox hat. (If you don't know, I won't pollute your mind with the details.) My dad discovered this video at least 5 years ago and was so thrilled with it that he shared it with anyone who visited (Love you dad, but we both know this isn't an exaggeration). Upon seeing the aforementioned photo I recited the punch line and dad replied with, "I don't get it". He and mom laughed. In my confusion I asked what was funny...

Dad: Remember when your friend [so-and-so] didn't understand the movie and said, "I don't get it"?

Me: [So-and-so]? I've never had a friend named [so-and-so].

Mom: Yes you did. Remember, you dated him?...

Me: What?

Dad: What was his last name...[so-and-so], [so-and-so surname]!

That's right, I totally forgot that a person I dated even existed. I'm getting old; I also need to get my thyroid checked.

P.S. Every guy I ever dated with any amount of seriousness has seen the video so there's no need to worry he would know this was him if he were to read this.

P.S.S. Greg had a big smile when I told him about this.

waffle baffle

2010-01-26T11:42:00.003-07:00

I have a co-worker who claims he has never eaten a waffle. Pancakes? Yes. He told me he ate so many pancakes on his LDS mission, in fact, that he can no longer stand to eat them.

I question his knowledge of what a waffle is. That's the only explanation I've come up with. I mean really, how can a person who grew up in Utah AND has parents have never eaten a waffle? Did I mention he's over 30 years old?! I think it's apparent I'm appalled by this.

Maybe he's just afraid of waffles for some disturbing reason. Our boss made us Belgian waffles for breakfast at a department retreat a few weeks ago and he ended up with the stomach flu and didn't attend. Likely story.

The real dilemma is this: How can I reasonably trust a person who has never eaten a waffle? No wonder I feel compelled to play practical jokes on the guy.

A waffle party is already in the works for his birthday this year.

in response

2010-01-25T12:12:00.001-07:00

Comment from this post:

Dear Wendy,
I love your posts. Thanks for always making me smile.
Love,
Amy
PS- I found my writing portfolio the other night- Including a book we started writing together based on the Baby Sitter's Club. The catch phrase? Eight girls and their eight stories from their seven weeks of haunted summer. Who wouldn't want to read it?

My response:

Dear Amy,

Thank you for reading. I figure I owe you at least one smile since I threw a brick at you as a child. I'm still relieved I missed. I remember running in fear as my brothers yelled "Run Wendy, run" from the back deck as your mom chased me around the house. Then I hid under my bed until our moms finished their conversation on our porch. I believe that was the day I sealed my fate of playing soccer, as opposed to softball. I'm glad we could remain friends.

Love, Wendy

PS- In a recent effort to overcome my own genetic pack ratness :) I found copies of two stories you wrote. I think they were for our "club." What did we call it again? Something about crafts and dancing...I forget. I'll post a picture of one of the covers, including Bob's signature. Yes, he desecrated one of the covers with his kid handwriting. Typical. Also, I need your address because you should certainly be in possession of these stories, not me.

approaching fisticuffs

2010-01-22T11:23:00.001-07:00

Last Friday was the first CHURCH BALL game of the season. I think that explains the title of this post.

In my experience, church ball is an anxiety-ridden drama inducing ulcer factory. Maybe there's something wrong with me, but I really enjoy it. Do you think growing up with five brothers, two of which played high school hockey, has anything to do with it?

Last week's game was particularly "exciting." Spoiler alert: no punches were thrown, but the wife of the elders quorum president sitting next to me was worried her husband would be the one to start it.

The start of the game was very promising when my good friend Meg announced she had a veggie tray in her purse and her intention was for us to eat it. Um, yes please. I, being impressed with what I thought was brilliant foresight on her part, complimented her on bringing an excellent snack.

Meg: "Oh, I just happened to have it so I thought I'd bring it."

Wendy: "I can't wait for the day when I just happen to have a veggie tray. I can honestly say that has never happened to me."

Things turned south quick when I realized which team "we" were playing. The jerk team. The jerk team, as I apparently call them, was the one we butted heads with last year. The one with the scrawny know-it-all with the 80's haircut and the seven foot 35 year old stuck in the glory days who seems to think this will be the game he finally gets drafted. I admit a bias. They really did cause problems when they tried to steamroll the Tuesday night pick-up games at our church house last year. Sure their gym was under construction and they've had the Tuesday night ritual for years, but this is our turf! Choose another night. Geez.

On with the game. We were getting a lot of fouls called on us but from what I could see both teams were playing rough. It's usually a good thing when one of the refs is from your ward (he plays on the geezer team), but not this time.

Munch, carrots.

We have a Polynesian WSU football player on our team who can appear quite intimidating but is the biggest tease. I look up from the sugar snap peas to see him getting escorted into the hall by a player on the other team. I hear something about him being the stake athletic director so he can make calls on the court if he wants to.* Our team member eventually gets a technical and the job of score-keeping on the sideline.

Munch, munch celery.

At one point the refs stopped the game and both teams huddle to regroup. Two members of our bishopric were there and went on the court to tell our team to cool it.

Munch, munch, munch cherry tomatoes.

The next thing I know, Greg is saying "That's the best call you made all night!" After which he stormed off the court in my direction, grabbed his coat from my lap, and headed for the door. In my confusion I asked, "What's going on?" "We're leaving." That was my cue to get up and get out.

Apparently Greg got kicked out of the game. It looked like he just decided to leave from my seat.

Saturday morning came and Greg started to worry a bit.

Greg: "In my parents' stake you have to talk to the stake president to get permission to play again if you get kicked out of a game."

Wendy: "For real?"

Greg: "I just hope I don't get called into the bishop's office tomorrow."

9:00 a.m. Sunday came with great apprehension.

Much to Greg's relief, he got slaps on the back from all. The first counselor in the bishopric complimented Greg on "the best comment of the game" and a member of the stake presidency had a good laugh about it with us.

I guess we'll be at the game tonight after all.

*This is where I took [biased] paraphrasing license

where there's smoke...

2010-01-20T14:44:00.001-07:00

The scene opens on a college marketing employee working at her desk. Time period: last Wednesday, mid-afternoon

Coworker "V": (walking past my desk) It smells kind of smoky in here.

Wendy: That's true, it does.

V: (continuing down the hall) Whatever [boss "E"] has burning in her office is smoking like crazy!

Wendy: What? (I jump out of my chair and realize the hall is filling with smoke. I enter E's office which is full of smoke.) It must be the space heater under her desk. (Fearing flames I looked under the desk to find a leather briefcase pushed against the space heater.)

V: (Standing in the hall watching me buzz about saving the office from ruin. Repeat, just standing there.)

Wendy: (Pulling the briefcase away from the space heater I assess the damage) Well, it's not ruined.

E: (Nowhere to be found.)

Wendy: We were probably seconds away from the fire alarm going off.

V: Probably. (Walks down the hall.)

Wendy: Thinking: Really? I just saved the office from burning down. Not to mention saving ["E"] from complete embarrassment and evacuation of the entire building.

Moral(s) of the story:

Don't put a space heater under your desk. Duh.
Show a little appreciation the next time I save your job and therefore your life.*
Sheesh.

*Drama added for comedic effect.

of late

2010-01-11T09:52:00.004-07:00

Been wondering what we've been up to? I thought so.

Greg is killing it at work and school. Here's the latest review of a microsite he created for a marketing campaign at work.

As for me, I've been pouring on the charm with the nursery crowd. Remember the boy who asked his mom to let him wear cologne to church for me? He graduated to Sunbeams two weeks ago but he almost had me in tears when he came running up to me after Sacrament Meeting yesterday. In other news, the Pinewood Derby is this month. Vroom!

And we got new curtains for our living room.* Life's good.

*We're tackling the decorating one room at a time. The living room is coming together nicely. Come check it out!

dear greg,

2009-12-17T09:22:00.002-07:00

Thanks for scaring me half to death last night in our dark hallway. I'm sure I would have wet myself if I hadn't just exited the bathroom. I guess seeing you laugh that hard at me screaming and slapping your chest and then crying from laughter was worth it. The story may have been different had I peed my pants. That doesn't change my need for payback, however...

pop!

2009-12-10T09:00:00.000-07:00

Confession: I have been in love with Bubble Wrap my whole life. It's just satisfying to hear those little bubbles pop. I know I'm not alone here...

Growing up with a salesman Dad meant receiving lots of samples in big boxes = Bubble Wrap. Growing up with 5 brothers meant we occasionally fought over who got the Bubble Wrap. I usually won. When I was feeling nice I shared with my little brother. I may not have felt nice as often as I should.

I would lay the Bubble Wrap carefully on the floor and run up and down the sheet until the 'popping' stopped. Then, I would methodically scan each row for unpopped bubbles to squish with my fingers.

That being said, you must understand why I need this calendar:

A bubble to pop for every day of the year? Genius.

I'm contemplating making my own. Now I just need Bubble Wrap. Who drew my name for Christmas again?

Isn't sealed air great?

london, france, underpants

2009-12-09T10:56:00.000-07:00

Changing into workout clothes in the locker room is significantly more awkward when you wear garments.

Let's just say I recently had a close call at my work gym with a co-worker who doesn't share my religious preference and it was uncomfortable.

Anyone else had this experience?

brrrrrr

2009-12-07T09:25:00.002-07:00

Welcome winter. I'm sitting at my desk (at work) with my coat on. I could really used a space heater right now, or at least a darker brown coat. I feel silly wearing tan pants and a tan coat at the same time. That's what I get for refusing to wear my black coat with my brown shirt/shoes combo today.

I'm a slave to fashion?

finally

2009-11-25T10:30:00.000-07:00

This was originally going to be a multi-part post explaining why it's taken so long to show a picture of my Halloween costume. But I'm too tired (Lazy?) for that so here's the short version:

I was the designated photographer for the Halloween costume contest event and it didn't occur to me until almost too late that I didn't have any pictures taken of me. I realized this when I went to visit Greg's work in all their Halloween glory. Trust me when I say these people go all out with their yearly themes...

2009: Zombies
2008: The Wizard of Oz
2007: The Addams Family
2006: Pirates

So I had Greg snap a picture of me with his phone.

Then there was the need to transfer the photo from phone to computer and upload said photo to blog. This gets tricky when you don't have access to the internet at home.

Then I got the lovely flu. You would think with all that time at home I could have managed to accomplish this task. Wait, Greg's phone was with him at work so that doesn't work. Not to mention heating myself a bowl of chicken noodle soup was almost asking too much let alone photo transferring.

Then what I thought was a toothache was actually a sinus infection.

Now I have some other kind of cold/cough/walking pneumonia/cancer.

Ok, that last one was a bit of a stretch but you get my point. I'm tired and lazy and will probably spend my day off Friday sleeping - which is all I seem to be doing these days.

This is the short version?!?

Without further ado, I give you my white trash version of the Fly Guy:

Sadly the photo doesn't capture the awesomeness that was my hair
(It was all red and twisty).

costume revisited

2009-11-18T09:47:00.002-07:00

I promise a photo is coming...

guernsey

2009-11-18T09:37:00.002-07:00

I know this book is old news but there's bound to be someone out there who hasn't read it yet. The waiting list at the library was so long I finally caved in and bought it this week.

I started reading last night and had to pull myself away (after several hours of reading) so I could say I accomplished something before Greg got home from school (which doesn't happen until almost nine o'clock). Catch my drift? I haven't been swept up in a book like this for a while. I got a pit in my stomach when the main character did. I got butterflies when she did too. It's a definite must read.

Mom, you can borrow my copy.

Thanks for the tip all-of-blogdom.

costume

2009-10-30T10:29:00.002-06:00

Want a sneak peek of my costume for work today?...

We call him the Fly Guy. Just wait until you see my version.

hairs 2

2009-10-25T15:29:00.004-06:00

And now for the (poorly lit and awkwardly taken) reveal:

Before...

After...

O

2009-10-22T10:49:00.003-06:00

k, someone has officially thought of everything. Don't you love a good drop cap? I know I do.

Random scale: 9

hairs

2009-10-19T09:28:00.000-06:00

My hair got a bit of a chop this weekend. I'll post pictures later :)

boo

2009-10-18T18:30:00.002-06:00

I had some fun with a little spooky decorating this week.

The piano is coming in handy and even adds to the look with its 'covers' off.

balloon(s)

2009-10-15T09:36:00.004-06:00

This is why I had birthdays on the brain:

She couldn't open the door when she got to work because of the balloons.

Don't worry, we had a portable air compressor that did most of the work.

That boy in the background? That's another story.
(It's actually Luke Skywalker wearing a different t-shirt...and face.)

oprah

2009-10-06T08:53:00.005-06:00

You've probably already heard (I know how things work in this blogosphere) that
Nie is going to be on Oprah tomorrow!
We all saw it coming after her cryptic post about going to Chicago.

Just making sure you aren't out of the loop ;)

birthdays

2009-10-02T12:05:00.004-06:00

I have birthdays on the brain today (I'll post about that next week when I have pictures). I realized I never posted pictures from my birthday this year, even after I said I would. So, here they are:

(*If you didn't watch The Office last season you probably won't understand why I about wet myself when I walked into work on my birthday and saw this.)

They left the period off the sign but I gave them some slack considering the card said I could choose between a one-hour nap and one hour of watching TV at work. And there was a slice of cake with a Chiclet on it.

Best birthday ever.

*Totally clueless about this? You need to watch Lecture Circuit Part 2 from Season 5

Elder Bob

2009-10-01T10:07:00.003-06:00

We (Mom, Dad and I) took our Bob to the MTC yesterday.

Curb-side drop off is ideal.
I no longer harbor resentment towards the MTC.

So proud of my baby brother, although he's being a goon in this picture.
Typical. But the power tie makes up for it.

Say hello to 'Winston' in the background.
He's Dad's English Bulldog (I'll probably get corrected on that) yard sale find who now takes a prominent place in the living room.

Love you Dad.

don't mess.

2009-09-22T10:59:00.002-06:00

true story

2009-09-21T13:57:00.001-06:00

There are moments in life when you feel like you're living in a movie. This was one of those moments and boy do I wish someone had been filming the outcome.

Tuesday August 11th, 2009 found Greg and I sunning and swimming in Cozumel. It was lovely. I mean to say, it was lovely until Greg realized he had lost his wedding ring. While swimming. In the ocean. He raised his left hand out of the water to show his naked finger and the only response I could muster was, "You're kidding." Unfortunately he wasn't kidding in the slightest. We decided to not let the situation ruin our vacation and planned on buying a new one when we returned home. [Note: It's safe to say this wouldn't have been my reaction had the lost ring been mine. Remember this?]

Let it be know that Greg was the ring-wearer in our relationship prior to our engagement. He already wore two rings (one of the CTR variety and another made by a jeweler in his mission to the Philippines) before I placed his wedding band on THE finger. He is also the one that rarely removes said wedding ring. (I'm paranoid about ruining my ring so I take it off when I wash my hands, etc.) SO, he felt pretty awkward without his ring.

Two days later we rented snorkeling equipment from the resort dive shop to explore the water nearby. At some point during our excursion, I commented how crazy it would be if we found the ring. We decided to swim over to the area where we realized the ring was lost figuring we might as well check out more fish. I came upon a rock I knew we had been climbing on two days prior when I saw a really pretty tiny purple fish. I followed the fish as it swam over the rock when what should enter my view but the ring. There it was, sitting a few feet under the water on top of the rock. I think I stopped breathing for a moment as I reached forward fully expecting to grab nothing but a handful of salt water, as the ring I was seeing couldn't be real. Once the ring was safely in my grasp I emerged from the water screaming hysterically. Greg was swimming far enough away he only heard the muffled sound of my celebration. He pulled his head out of the water to the great surprise of my find. Needless to say, he was very happy. And relieved. And didn't even care about the people staring at us from the shore.

X marks the spot of the discovery. ish.

[photo]

Dear Allie,

2009-09-04T11:47:00.003-06:00

You will be so proud of me. I have spent most of the last two work days sorting through and GETTING RID OF old, useless papers/stuff in my "office". I am almost done with the last drawer of the file cabinet next to my desk which contained nothing worth keeping. Literally. I found a thank you letter from 1990. I found duplicate copies of e-mail correspondence from 2001 in which the sender asked if the receiver would help at such-and-such event and the receiver replied with yes. Why would you print that? Twice? Needless to say, the recycling bin is full to the brim today.

Aren't you proud?

If only I could take this organizing enthusiasm home with me.

Love, DUB

vacation

2009-09-02T11:40:00.005-06:00

After at least a week long struggle with Photobucket (pictures showing up different sizes than they claimed to be-ugh), here are a few pictures of our trip to Cozumel...

View of the back of the resort. The large hut-like structure was where we ate breakfast and lunch. They strung rows of string along the open back to deter birds from flying in. They flew in from the other ends anyways and every few minutes you would hear the waiters clapping their hands to get the birds to fly out. The small orange building to the right is the "activities center" (pick up towels, rent water sports equipment, workout room, pool tables, etc.).

Another view of the back of the resort with Greg standing on the pier. Apparently a woman fell into the water here the day we left when she leaned over too far to look at the fish. I wish we would have seen it... The white house you see a glimpse of on the left was the governor's, come to find out. We caught a peek inside the gates and I think I may have dared Greg to go in.

The water to the left is the calm, clear water behind our resort. It was really interesting to see a distinct line of the change underwater when we snorkeled.

Fish you could see while standing on the pier. I wish we had an underwater camera to capture the really pretty ones we saw.

View from the beach chairs in the shade. A great place to relax with a good book. I loved the look/texture of these "umbrellas."

Beach chairs. Love the color and repetition of shape when they're all lined up.

View from the hammock.

LOVELY gear for our bike tour. Check out that bike! Greg's didn't have handlebar plugs and another lady that went with us had her chain fall off twice (sweet Greg fixed it for her).

Can you spot the iguana?

Squinty eyes from too many margaritas? I did mention our resort was all-inclusive, right?

We got a kick out of the lunch menu. Macarron and cheese? Delicious.

Greg teeing up for a round of mini-golf. Watch out for hole 12-it's a doozy!

How cute is he? Dinner at the resort restaurant.

bowed heads

2009-08-26T10:25:00.000-06:00

From the mouths of babes. This stuff gets me every time...

A few weeks ago at church, during the passing of the Sacrament, the boy (4 years old-ish) sitting in front of us said (not in his 12" whisper) to his mom, "Everyone is sleeping!" After a whispered explanation from mom he exclaimed, "Oh, they think about Jesus by bowing their heads!"

I supressed a giggle but I think it's safe to say that child will bow his head the next time he thinks about Jesus. I realized I witnessed the planting of a seed of faith in that young boy. Small miracles.

leap

2009-08-25T14:30:00.005-06:00

Last night marked the beginning of our grand new adventure called Graduate School. As I sent Greg off with a kiss, pb&j, and string cheese for the road, I had a "mom moment." At least I think that's what it was. I'm not a mom so I can't be completely sure, but it felt like other moments I've had...my nursery kids getting excited about going to the bathroom all by themselves or my cub scouts grinning proudly because they've hammered together a lopsided wooden toolbox. I felt like I should have been taking pictures as he drove down our driveway.

I was proud.

He's mine. He's taking the next big leap into his (our) future. I was reminded of the scene in Little Women when Laurie is leaving for college and Jo says, "You'll come back knowing all sorts of things I don't know and then I'll hate you." I certainly won't hate Greg for the things he learns but I don't want to be left behind. I guess you could say...

I'm hoping to leap with him.

I'm formulating my own "Graduate School" of sorts to be completed while Greg does his. I don't want to look back 14 months from now (fingers crossed it will only take that long) at Greg's graduation and wonder what I've been doing. Some of the things I've added to my list are mundane tasks like creating organizational systems for virtually every aspect of my existence, while others are more challenging like finally learning to play the guitar. Greg will walk away with a diploma, experience and opportunity. I'm hoping to walk away with something too.

What would be on your list?

odds

2009-08-17T10:55:00.007-06:00

If your husband's wedding ring gets lost while swimming in the ocean, what are the chances you will find it while snorkeling
two days later?

Yes, we got home late Saturday night from our vacation in Cozumel, Mexico.

Yes, I really did find Greg's ring sitting on a rock 18" under the ocean surface two days after it was lost.

Yes, I will post pictures.

Yes, I realize I haven't posted in over a month.

Have we been busy? Yes.

proof

2009-07-15T11:50:00.005-06:00

I prepped Greg pretty well for the first time he was to meet my family (December 2007). Love you fam, but you can be a bit intimidating to the outsider. Don't get me wrong, I knew they would love Greg, but with five very unshy brothers and the Dad to match, I wanted to be sure Greg knew what he might experience. No worries, it took all of two minutes for him to be laughing and joking with the crew.

I really love this about my man.

He loves my crazy family just like I do and always looks forward to spending time with them. He is often the one to suggest we make a trip (it's really only 20 minutes away) to visit Mom and Dad. Want proof?

Actual e-mail received by me, from Greg last Thursday at work:

Subject: I need a nap

And I really want to play Xbox with Bob right now too.

Funny eh?

The next night found Greg and Bob playing Xbox until I fell asleep on the couch.

chicken little

2009-07-14T09:15:00.003-06:00

The sky may very well be falling.

I had a reasonably important work presentation at noon yesterday for which I had planned to finish preparing that morning. I should have known that would mean we would be having campus-wide computer problems when I got to work. My computer not working = I literally can't work on anything. The problem was sorted out at 11:30 and I scrambled to get things together for my presentation. The meeting went well (to my great relief), but what should happen as soon as I returned to my office? The power went out. It was almost as if someone was trying to keep me from accomplishing anything. Or maybe they were trying to win me a day off...

The power eventually turned back on, but when it went off again while I was in the middle of composing this post, I decided to call it a day. Home and a popsicle cure all ills.

rat

2009-07-09T09:40:00.000-06:00

My boss asked me to tease her hair yesterday. I'm pretty sure that's not in my job description. Good thing too, because I'm not that great at it. I blame it on a lack of experience. (You may have noticed my hair has yet to reach the stratosphere.)

I obliged. The poor woman had surgery two weeks ago that left her right arm in a sling.

I later helped her carry her lunch from the cafeteria.

Should I be asking for a raise? Ok, I admit, she did buy me a slice of carrot cake.

I love my job.

compare

2009-07-08T10:40:00.006-06:00

I needed a cord to connect our camcorder to my laptop.

Best buy: Didn't carry the right cord

RadioShack: $40.someridiculousamount

RadioShack.com: $23.99

Newegg.com: $4.98 (including shipping)

Sorry brick and mortar, a girl's gotta eat.

arrival

2009-07-07T11:06:00.002-06:00

It's here.

I just received word that the dreaded hiney flu is sweeping through a department in my building at my place of employment.

Maybe I'll catch it. Maybe I won't.

Stay tuned for the hysteria.

empty

2009-07-06T14:10:00.004-06:00

*Updated with better after photo*

This is why you don't pull a prank on me. (Especially when you're going to be gone for a week and I have a key to your office.)

BEFORE:

AFTER:

The sticky note on the computer says:

IT, Please move this computer to the [another location at my work].

bob

2009-07-02T10:05:00.006-06:00

Video coming soon of Bob (my not so little, anymore, brother)

opening his LDS mission call to...

the Canada Edmonton Mission

He's ecstatic.

And not just because we have family in Edmonton that will make sure he's well fed :)

So proud of you my little Bobby-poo (How embarrassing :)

camp

2009-07-01T14:00:00.001-06:00

Camp Kiesel. Let's just say I slept really well (last) Wednesday night. Chasing 12 eight and nine year olds around all day in the (Finally!) summer will do that to a person.

POST-EVENT EVALUATION:

Overall, I consider the venture a success. Two cubs were scraped up (knees and elbows) and bleeding within the first ten minutes, we only thought we lost the same cub twice, one cub lost a hat his grandparents brought back from Israel, one cub freaked when he got "out" in dodge ball, oh, and we left 30 minutes late.

BUT-the cubs participated in all the stations (with the exception of one cub who opted out of the canoeing due to a severe fear of water) and I even heard one remark, "This is the best day of my life!" That made it all worth it.

Working on a leather arrowhead with "semi-precious gemstones"

Traversing the "monkey bridge" in the obstacle course

Strategizing before a game of dodge ball

(Yes, you heard me right)

away

2009-06-26T14:30:00.001-06:00

I'm off on a blog sabbatical.

Regular programming will continue Wednesday July (?!?) 1st.

reveal

2009-06-25T11:40:00.006-06:00

Here is my Kimball in all his glory. He's obviously missing his "covers" in these photos but it's fun to see the guts. (Wow, that sentence is funny out of context.) You can see we have a lot of work ahead of us, thus the lovely floral "drop cloth."

A peek under Kimball's lid reveals... (we will leave this intact)

Did I mention Kimball didn't come with a bench? Enter improv:

kiesel

2009-06-24T10:00:00.001-06:00

I'm at Camp Kiesel with my cubs today. I may not survive the experience. If I don't, I leave my scrapbooking stuff to Allie, my clothes to the needy, and my piggy bank collection to Malan and Jane (I hear they like pigs - see comments). Greg, I leave you all my love and whatever funds you get from hawking my stuff. Kimball, I wish we could have had more time together. I would have changed you from the ugly girl to the hot girl who was actually the ugly girl without her glasses.

Here's hoping no one shoots their eye out!

kimball

2009-06-23T11:45:00.000-06:00

Our 1969* Kimball piano made it safely home last night. No pictures yet; our camera batteries were dead. The previous owner had started to strip the finish for an update so we have a big project ahead of us. It needs to be tuned but is still playable and has one key that sticks. Overall, not too shabby.

I thoroughly enjoyed playing it last night although I need to snag more of my old piano books from Mom's stash :)

Thanks Greg, Dad, Bob, and Mom for your help getting my baby home.

*This is my best estimate with the research I've done so far.

time off

2009-06-23T11:40:00.001-06:00

It's so nice to not worry about make-up. Maybe a little concealer for the trouble spots and powder for the t-zone and call it quits. My lashes and lids love the break.

Today is one of those days. Ahhhhh. I could throw-in The Boy in the Striped Pajamas or Marley and Me without fear of a smudge.

I guess it's practice for camping this weekend in the Uintas. Can't wait for that mountain air.

retraction

2009-06-22T16:13:00.005-06:00

Dear KSL Classifieds,

Maybe you're not so bad after all. The guy with the free piano just called and said he still has it. Until tonight that is. When I pick it up. Ok, my husband, dad and brother will really be the ones hefting the thing, but I will be there for support :)

I think I love you KSL Classifieds. That may or may not be contingent on the piano's condition.

xoxoxo,
Wendy

june

2009-06-19T09:10:00.002-06:00

I'm worried about June. I know I shouldn't say such things but I think she might have bipolar disorder. Ever since she came for her yearly visit it's been a yo-yo game of crying, cheering, sobbing, smiling, weeping, dancing, etc. There have been moments of audible grumbling which lead to full-on sparks. Other times she seems cheery enough to approach but her outlook changes in a flash leaving me standing in the run-off of her tears.

I've told her there's no need to bathe herself in her own tears; we can handle the spike in our water bill. She didn't think that was very funny.

Today is looking good so far but you just never know when June comes for a visit. She came to work with me today and let's just say I packed an umbrella, just in case.

Cheer up dear June, July will visit soon.

rodent

2009-06-18T13:57:00.002-06:00

Dear KSL Classifieds,

We have a real love/hate thing going, don't we? I love you when you get things sold fast (like Greg's wakeboard) or when you let me buy things for a reasonable price (like my road bike). I hate, however, when you tease me with a free piano that I really want and it appears I won't get. Now I have no choice but to buy a baby chinchilla to cheer myself up. Thanks a lot KSL Classifieds.

Love/Hate,

Wendy