a plea.

go here. read. say big fat prayers for my friend. be inspired. be blessed. send blessings their way. that's all i have to say.

old blog

so i tried to import my old blog onto my new blog. can't. figure. it. out. so if you have any interest in the old me you can head over there!

i'm back. i think.

i know, i know, i know. i am SO lame at the blog game. hey! a rhyme. i've been listening to my 6 year old read and it is mostly words like...cat, fat, hat, sat. you get it. since i've been on facebook i cannot find the time to blog. then there's the whole thing of digging out old journals, albums and general memorabhilia. i miss my old blogs. they're on the web somewhere. you could find them and read about my life from 6 years ago. i was probably way more interesting then. i was much more random and blogged about beer. and homebirth. and sunsets. and dreams. i'm more jaded now. hee. hee. i'm done having kids. i haven't gotten in the car just to watch a sunset in a few years. and dreams? maybe this is what they call midlife crisis. i'm happy, i just keep wondering what defines me. maybe i need to get outside of ME to figure that out.

a moment in history

i made my kids watch the inaguration today. some were more interested than others! isabel (5) had the funniest comments.....

"will he change everything? like, will there be no tv? will we have to keep the windows shut? will he close all the great wolf lodges?" (we're going there this weekend) HA. hopefully he'll change some things. hopefully not the things my 5 year old deems important!

still trying

to get used to my teenager's voice. sometimes it's really cute. sometimes it's really grating. i miss baby talk.

the chair must go. and the kids.

what i really mean is that i must post a new post.

most people who know me, know that i like to camp. i can go without a shower for many days. i'm happy being sweaty and gross, if needed. sometimes, if i'm not going anywhere i just stay in my workout clothes all day. stretchy, comfortable fabric. i put a bandana on my hair and i'm fine with it. this could go on for a few days, actually. sometimes i do go places dressed this way. however, i have a hidden diva underneath. i love to have my hair done, my nails done and get massages. this past week i did two of those things. going to the nail shop is a funny experience. if you go to the "on the cheap" place where a pedicure and manicure together are cheaper than the "spa-like" place's pedicure alone, you are hit with the smell of some serious nail chemicals. these places give decent nail care but they also do fake nails, airbrush and fill ins. today was on the cheap. it's always fun to get your nails done while breathing in toxins and watching infomercials. when i'm feeling luxurious and have extra money to spend, i hit the aveda school. it takes forever to get an appointment there, but it's worth it. you get a spa-like treatment and it smells way better. breathing in essential oils IS probably better for you. they even have candles in the bathroom. when i'm feeling really crazy (like, never) i go to a real spa. they're really quiet and subdued. calm. lots of pillows on the sofa-like thing you sit on to have your feet done. no matter which my feet feel lighter and my hands feel dainty and soft. i forget that i have piles of laundry, kids waiting for dinner, a floor that really needs mopped. i am, for a few minutes, a pampered queen.

happy christmas from my really cute kids

and my really cute chair.