The happiest moments of my life have been the few which I have passed at home in the bosom of my family. -Thomas Jefferson

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Fashion Designer or Artist?

This morning has been very full of camera-moments.

First, folding laundry may be one of my more boring tasks, but it is one of Kaitlyn’s favorite times! I knew she had grabbed clothes out of the basket and walked away with them, but what I didn’t expect was for her to come walking back in my room with my sports bra around her torso and her jacket perched on her head!

Then later this morning as I was switching the laundry some how Kaitlyn found a pen and a piece of paper and drew not only all over the paper but all over her face and her jammies as well!



(the picture isn’t great but if you look close you can see the pen on her face and clothes!)

Saturday, February 23, 2008

Eating is Hard Work!

She literally fell asleep mid-chew!


Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Scrubs

I don't know how many of you watch Scrubs, but I LOVE IT! One of the episodes was a musical and this is one of the funniest numbers of the whole thing!

Monday, February 18, 2008

The Glass Castle

Jeannette Walls grew up with parents whose ideals and stubborn nonconformity were both their curse and their salvation. Rex and Rose Mary Walls had four children. In the beginning, they lived like nomads, moving among Southwest desert towns, camping in the mountains. Rex was a charismatic, brilliant man who, when sober, captured his children's imagination, teaching them physics, geology, and above all, how to embrace life fearlessly. Rose Mary, who painted and wrote and couldn't stand the responsibility of providing for her family, called herself an "excitement addict." Cooking a meal that would be consumed in fifteen minutes had no appeal when she could make a painting that might last forever.
Later, when the money ran out, or the romance of the wandering life faded, the Walls retreated to the dismal West Virginia mining town -- and the family -- Rex Walls had done everything he could to escape. He drank. He stole the grocery money and disappeared for days. As the dysfunction of the family escalated, Jeannette and her brother and sisters had to fend for themselves, supporting one another as they weathered their parents' betrayals and, finally, found the resources and will to leave home.

So I just finished reading The Glass Castle. I don’t usually read non-fiction books, and if it wasn’t the book for my book club I probably would not have picked it up on my own, but I’m so glad I “had” to read it because I really enjoyed it.

The author tells the story of how she was raised moving from place to place sometimes living in a car or in tiny shacks and having to sleep in cardboard boxes. The kids would have to dig through the trash at school so they wouldn’t go hungry, even though mom and dad seemed to find ways to keep their own bellies full. It’s a captivating story of what these kids had to do ON THEIR OWN to get out of this situation because the parents weren’t doing it. The most frustrating thing is that the parents could have, at any time, gotten their family out of this situation and DIDN’T! What truly fascinated me was that the author describes her parents with such deep affection and generosity despite the horrid conditions she was forced to grow up in.

I highly recommend this book. (you can borrow mine if you don’t mind that I spilled milk all over it when I was trying to carry the book, oreos, and milk up the stairs). If you are looking for a feel-good-fall-in-love-with-vampires-or-Mr. Darcy book …this isn’t it. But, if you are looking for an intriguing look at the choices some people make and why they make them, then this is for you!

Sunday, February 17, 2008

Luck of the Irish


I know St. Patrick’s Day is sort of a looked-over holiday…personally, I love it!
There are many reasons I love St. Patrick’s day: first off, my favorite color has always been green and this holiday is totally devoted to that color. Along with that, my eyes are green and my birthstone is an emerald.

Next, the name ERIN actually means Ireland…crazy!
I also love clovers. I have a necklace with a clover charm that my frind Mindi gave me and I LOVE it and where it all the time! Also, when I was little I would search and search through patches of clovers to find a FOUR-LEAF one…I never did though...
The best thing to wrap this whole thing up would be if I could tell you that I am also Irish…but no, my ancestors came from Denmark and Wales. Oh well, I still love St. Patrick’s Day!




One more thing, my size has often been compared to that of a leprechaun…just one more reason to love the Holiday!