Last night, this person called me. She said I had been on her mind for a few days. I really needed to talk to her. She listened, I cried, I listened, we laughed…this went on for about two hours.

I love her more than I can say.

Thanks for being so good to me, C!

Remember my post about lockers?

And remember how I said I wanted to have guest lockers?

(How could you forget?!)

Well, without futher ado, I bring you…

Sam’s Locker

(please click to see larger and in all it’s glory)

Want to hear what I did right? I asked the right girl (artist extraordinaire & cool down to her socks) at the right time (when her newly-wed prince charming was out of town on business).

Sam is my sister-in-law and in true Sam fashion she has surpassed the first locker, being mine. I want to find out how she did hers (love the tilting pictures!) and I want to be more like her.

Enjoy her lovely locker…hopefully more will follow!

Thanks again, Sam!

This goes out to my bud who just had her tonsils out and who is currently laid-up.

I look this video yesterday of our babies playing tag (while she was under the knife).

I think it is so cute I can hardly stand it, types the doting mother. You will have to judge for yourself if you agree that two diaper clad (almost) two year olds sweetly chasing each other is as cute as I think it is.

If you listen carefully you can hear Drew say, “Hi, girls!” every time they round the corner.  And could you make out that Clara is saying, “I get you!”

I was DYING!

I hope this little ray of sunshine will aid you in your recovery process!

When you were in high school did you ever dance in front of your full length mirror – by yourself, with your sibs or girlfriends?
I did.
I did A LOT.
If I had studied Spanish the same amount of time I was dancing in front of the mirror I would be fluent – if you know what I’m saying.

Nowadays, thanks to modern technology, the mirror has become obsolete. Girls are still dancing – but things have changed.

Now we have photo booth – and boy am I grateful we do, because my sisters just sent me four little “films” of them dancing to songs and they made me feel like dancing in front of the mirror.

I ADORE these cutie-pies SO MUCH. Please just watch it long enough to see Tess do her unbeatable air guitar – and it might make you very happy to see Betta jump on the bed. It sure made me smile!

Don’t know what you make of all this, but it made our day here in Dawesome-ville we loved it. Check out Tess and Bette’s nieces responded.

We watched each video a couple of times then Millie said, “When I go to UT I’m going to jump on the bed with Bette and Tess.” And them they just couldn’t contain their enthusiasm or wait until the next visit to UT.

Remember your high school locker?

In our high school there were two sizes:  really small and skinny or big and fat. You had to wait until you were an upperclassman to get one of the fatty big ones. For the rest of the time you had to put up with the super skinny useless jobs – that you could barely get your books in and out of.

Humph!

I could hardly ever get mine open.

Every time as I stood in front of it a piece of me wondered,

“will I be able to open you”

& then I would cross my fingers and

HOPE.

I was just remembering my high school locker and the pictures I put up in it.

Oh, how I fretted over it – how I used it as a place of self expression, all the while wanting people to know WHO I WAS and being terrified that they wouldn’t get me and reject me.

(so glad these years are behind me)

I was also remembering that my mom told me that she had a picture of this guy in her high school locker…

PETER SELLERS!

You get why I feel the NEED to speak to this woman every. single. day.

right?

How many 17 year old girls had a picture of Peter Sellers in their locker?

My guess is NOT MANY.

Anyway, back to ME!

I was wondering what I would put up in my locker if I still had one.

So this is my locker as a 33 year old dame:

(click on it if you don’t want to see the squished version)

This isn’t perfect or even close to capturing everything that encompasses my current existence – remember, it is just my locker and it is just a little snap shot of what is going on in my life right now (miss-spelled words and all – the program wouldn’t let me go back and correct “extra curricular activities” for example).

Just don’t be surprised if I email you in the next little while and ask you to make “your locker” for me to post right here. I have been thinking that I need to shake things up around here and motivate myself to blog and I think OTHER people writing on it will be just the thing, she types right before she heads upstairs to take a nap.

Lazy blogger I may be but…

In defense of my nap I have just been watching five children for the past six hours on four hours of sleep the night before. If you do the math you will see why I am checking out. Does anyone have any advice for me on how to get over my insomnia?

Your advice is welcome here, as are your lockers — start thinking about this idea: What would be in my locker if I had one? You never know when I am going to hunt you down and ask you to spill it – right here all over dawesome land!

Till then, toodle pip!

I just came across these pictures that Jan took of Millie and her beloved dogie pal, Taco.

Taco isn’t the only one who got a treat! I feel like I got one too!

No doubt after all the man-handling that dog was put through he earned that there biscuit.

Ah, Taco! we miss you. The other day we were at Pet’s Mart (just for fun) and Millie wanted to buy you a dogie sweater. I was afraid that other Spring City dogs would mock you, but wondered if maybe your mommy Ada would look down from heaven and approve of a little sweater on you?

Perhaps come Christmas we could send you a package…

At any rate, we are thinking of you and missing you, old friend.

these girls!

NOT for grown-up ladies.*

(*Unless you are a chorus girl from the 1930’s and are in the middle of rehearsing for a Broadway musical.)

I recently spent a Saturday in NYC – a place where I get an eye-full of of whatever is cool and trendy – I saw a lot of rompers on all body types.  And I have to say that my conviction remains solidly in place – rompers were meant for babies and not us ladies… in public, anyway.

Okay, maybe poolside is an acceptable place to wear one of these jobs – yesterday I saw a lady in one and it made sense by the pool.

I don’t know where my fashion authority suddenly comes from?!  Do you? I just feel what I feel and then decide to get bossy about it, I suppose. Perhaps Joan Rivers will read this and invite me to be on her show where she and her daughter make judgments about who looked good at the Oscars and who looked silly. Because, like Joan and Melissa**, I know what I am talking about!  Can’t you just see me? I’d say, “WHAT was she thinking wearing a ROMPER to the Oscars?! I just want to wrap her up in a pastel baby’s blanket, tickle her under he chin and say coochie coo!”

(**Seriously, who decided to make them fashion gurus? It’s a little odd. On the other hand, I am TOTALLY QUALIFIED to boss people around and tell them what they can and can not wear!)

That is me.

I have become a “lazy bones” in the blog department.

The thought of uploading pictures sends me into an emotional tail spin. Well, not really – I just thought it would be fun to sound dramatic.

Any-who – if you want to see something cool, from a person who, unlike myself, is a faithful blogger – go and check this out.

So you know where you are being directed it is two short videos of songs that my family performed at Chas and Sam’s wedding lunch.

What happy memories!

The boys sang a really fun song, which they dedicated to Chas and I think they come off looking pretty swell. AND my cute dad plays the ACCORDION! Not to be missed, my friends. (Accordion to me, you are the best, daddy o’mine!)

The girls sing a song that is very meaningful to Sam. I was just trying really hard NOT to cry (many tears were shed at the luncheon). The tears shed were”tears of joy”, but even tears of joy are not what you want to be experiencing when you are trying to SING OUT! I couldn’t even look at Sam for fear of springing a leak. At the end watch for Sara (Sam’s younger sister) wiping away her tears of joy with her trusty napkin. And I would like to explain why I bop my head around the whole time – I was DIRECTING everyone when to come in. That is what older sisters do. They feel the NEED to direct a group especially when that group is made up of mostly younger sibs. Lead, guide and stand beside, it is in the DNA of an older sister.

And if you need me to further sweeten this deal…it is in HD! That stands for “HIGH DEFINITION”,  suckaz!

Don’t miss it.

Because who knows when I will reform from my lazy blogger ways.