Picture Day For The Herrin Twins

Yesterday I took school pictures of the Herrin Twins. Maybe you remember them- they were born conjoined twins and were successfully separated in 2006. They are in 2nd grade at a charter school in North Salt Lake. They have totally different personalities, and it is neat to see their progress twice a year when we visit their school. You can check them out at herrintwins.com. Don't get excited- I didn't take this picture:

My Work Bag

Ok, this will win the "most random and possibly boring blog ever" award, but I figure my blog is about my life, and my work bag is a major necessity to get me through my work day. Inside my very cool Mickey bag I carry: Mr. Monkey- he helps get those preschools to grin!, my wallet - for those Diet Dr. Pepper runs, my calendar, my keys to the studio, my notebook, tic tacs, Kleenex- for snotty noses and other bodily fluids, hand sanitizer- bless the person who invented hand sanitizer, Tylenol- 'nuf said, chapstick, my Leatherman- for fixin' stuff, emergency sugar, pens, brush and hair spray, extra DVD's, my phone- my link to the outside world, not that I can answer it at work anyway, and my lunch bag. All small but worthy and important items to get me through a work day.

Horse Show Season Pages

So, after narrowing down the 3328 horse show pictures I took last summer, (just kidding!), I picked my favorites to scrap. It makes me so excited for this coming summer- I can't wait!! I should probably put one of those countdown clocks on my blog for the first show!

Be Happy, Now.

Today's blog brought to you by my 11 year old friend, Emily, who lives in my neighborhood. I found this as I walked to church on Sunday and it made me smile. Hope it does the same for you!

It Was An Epic Battle...

But I won! Xena is fairly plump, so she can't reach a 3 inch spot her back when she cleans herself. That spot ends up getting all matted, so every few months she gets a bath. Being a cat, she hates it. So, several puncture wounds later, Xena is clean. She holds a grudge for a few hours, then forgets the bath ever happened! Why is it that fluffy animals look so funny when they are wet...

Almost 50!

Last night we had a little get together with my husband's side of the family to celebrate his 50th birthday. He really doesn't turn 50 until St. Patrick's Day, but the scheduling worked better for Sunday. He got a new yard blower and a chain saw and I gave him the scrapbook from his mission that I've been working on. He really liked the scrapbook, and after everyone left he went through every picture, telling me who was in it and what was happening. It feels good to give just the right present! Now if I can just deal with the fact that I'm married to someone who's 50...

Last St. George Post- I Promise!

I know you thought I was done with the details of our St. George trip, but you were WRONG! One more day to blog about- Tuesday, the 10th. We went golfing!!! I can see now that in St. George, golfing is an all-consuming passion that is taken very seriously. People buy houses bordering every inch of every golf course, just to be closer to the golfing. Unfortunately, my family tends to be the rebel and rowdy type. I don't think we fit in so well with the senior golfing crowd down south. We got in trouble on the 1st hole we played. The golf course police came in their little cart to tell us that we really couldn't all play together and that we would have to split up. Downer. But, we took it well, and the course police must not have seen Youngest Son in his many golf cart power skids, or when he drove backwards for the entire length of one hole, or FDIL wading out into the pond to retrieve our balls. One man who lived next to the 7th hole did come out to see if YS did any damage to his house when a ball ricocheted off his back wall, but no one seemed to notice when FDIL bounced a ball right off someone's roof. It's a good thing we found so many balls on Sunday's hike- we used a good portion of those balls on Tuesday! I haven't laughed that hard in a long time!

It took Youngest Son 7 tried to get out of this sand trap: