halloween, you're early.

<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">halloween, you're early!</div><div style="text-align: center;">okay, not technically. technically you're right on time.</div><div style="text-align: center;">but you feel early 'cause i'm not ready for you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">no carved pumpkin, no decorations, no candy, no costume.</div><div style="text-align: center;">none of it. not yet. and now i only have one day to prepare.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and you arrive tomorrow!</div><div style="text-align: center;">i have to be honest with you. there was a time not so long ago {a couple days}</div><div style="text-align: center;">when i wished you wouldn't come at all.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and we could skip right ahead to thanksgiving & christmas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">but now i'm happy to have you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">you're more than welcome.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and even if our preparations are a little last minute,</div><div style="text-align: center;">we're excited to celebrate your arrival with our clue party tonight.</div><div style="text-align: center;">so, forgive me?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>

halloween, you're early.

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a corner worthy of a cup of tea.

<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397810567043965474" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SujgHKWBYiI/AAAAAAAAATI/bVRl-o89tHM/s400/IMG_4191.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" /><div style="text-align: center;">guess how much this lamp cost us. go ahead, guess!</div><div style="text-align: center;">you won't. you won't be able to. so i will tell you.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">this lovely shade was no more than $2 at d.i. yesterday. $2!!</div><div style="text-align: center;">isn't it the most adorable shape & silhouette you've ever seen?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">so today, in search of the perfect base, i head over to {where else?} walmart.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and there i find this lovely cream puppy for $16.99. that sounded great, considering the practically free shade we had waiting at home to go with it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">so, i bring it to the cash register and low & behold it's a clearance item for $1.50.</div><div style="text-align: center;">yeah, seriously! </div><div style="text-align: center;">hard to believe right? i know. i checked. twice.</div><div style="text-align: center;">$3.50 is looking like a pretty good number to me right now.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and this corner of our house is giving our new office a run for it's money!</div><div style="text-align: center;">isn't it cozy?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SujgH1MxIpI/AAAAAAAAATQ/QeZk48mgFvs/s1600-h/Picture+9.png" style="text-decoration: none;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397810578547876498" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SujgH1MxIpI/AAAAAAAAATQ/QeZk48mgFvs/s400/Picture+9.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 265px;" /></a><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397810553661054210" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SujgGYfSXQI/AAAAAAAAATA/3MrJ5LSkqGI/s400/IMG_4189.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" /><div style="text-align: center;">and a little catch-all blue dish stolen from our master bedroom rests atop some of our favorite books to store special things like free ice cream tokens. are you as in love with it as i am?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>

a corner worthy of a cup of tea.

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tractor love

<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397706819547717826" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SuiBwQzYYMI/AAAAAAAAAS4/yAkodBgCUWw/s400/IMG_4179.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" /></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">needlepoint #2: this little number is a throwback to ryans dairy farming roots.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and i guess some farming roots of my own. since both my mom & dad were also raised on farms. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i kinda' like having agricultural connections, it makes me feel wholesome.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>

tractor love

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as of late i am...

<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397404274597744034" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Sudul1CSzaI/AAAAAAAAASg/xoyyWkjQvYg/s320/Picture+1.png" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 255px;" /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">reading:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">right now <i>the adventures of tom sawyer</i> is on my bedside table & <i>the four loves</i> is in the bathroom. i'm reading both of them, just at different times & {obviously} in different places. on my mission i read all 747 pages of james e. talmage's<i> J</i><i>esus the Christ </i>in the bathroom. it rested perfectly atop a little old fashioned radiator to the left of the toilet with a package of colored pencils used for marking. it made bathroom trips so much more enjoyable. and ever since then i just can't quit the habit. plus it's such a lovely way to capture a little time.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397404281881498914" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SudumQK4FSI/AAAAAAAAASo/E1f6KKZHX4M/s320/OST+Once.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">listening:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">for some reason i just adore a good melancholy tune. the sadder the better. something really good and depressing gets me every time. and because i organize my music by mood, the folder entitled <i>soft & sad</i> is my largest by far. and lately i just can't stop myself from putting these two songs on repeat. <i>falling slowly</i> by glen hansard & marketa irglova {listen <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FkFB8f8bzbY">here</a>.} and <i>duet </i>by rachael yamagata. {the best listen i could find was posted <a href="http://www.musicramen.com/2008/10/29/duet-by-rachael-yamagata-ray-lamontagne/">here</a>}</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397407127212131330" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SudxL32kBAI/AAAAAAAAASw/6wpi4eJGbpE/s320/51oc6QJyVEL._SL500_.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 235px; height: 320px;" /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">watching:</div><div style="text-align: left;">we are making our way through these babies! season 5 came in the mail a couple weeks ago {thanks again for birthday present bliss ry} and that is how we are spending our evenings. could there be a better way?</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">picture from </span><a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://www.tastymadness.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/Peanut-Butter-And-Jelly-Sandwich.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.tastymadness.com/2009/08/19/pb-j-crackers&usg=__KdlcCarAWtLne6H0BdeiuGBXmk0=&h=343&w=500&sz=125&hl=en&start=259&sig2=Y1GMcKzIB6OoZPoexPsBrg&um=1&tbnid=d5cidgLY6E6-dM:&tbnh=89&tbnw=130&prev=/images%3Fq%3Dpeanut%2Bbutter%2Bsandwich%26ndsp%3D21%26hl%3Den%26client%3Dsafari%26rls%3Den%26sa%3DN%26start%3D252%26um%3D1&ei=2WnnSvCGCJD0tAOgvuCkBQ"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">.</span></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397404261407707042" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SudulD5iz6I/AAAAAAAAASQ/LNQTaisszm8/s320/Peanut-Butter-And-Jelly-Sandwich.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 219px;" /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><br /><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">eating:</span></div><div style="text-align: left;">peanut butter and jam sandwiches. it has to be chunky. it has to be homemade strawberry. it has to be 12 grain. it's the best thing on the planet right now. i can't tell if i love that it is fast or that it is easy better. but even if it was neither, the taste {oh the taste} alone would win my heart. maybe because i hated peanut butter as a child i am now overcompensating, but i think we've had this for lunch every day for the past week.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">*post idea adopted from my friend mercedes </span><a href="http://productiveillusion.blogspot.com/2009/10/lately.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">here</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">. isn't it a good one? </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">what are you guys reading, listening to, watching & eating?</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>

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i've got a mustache. {i really do.}

<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SuU3P9JjTWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/611P2KqBbEA/s1600-h/IMG_4169.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396780475725598050" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SuU3P9JjTWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/611P2KqBbEA/s400/IMG_4169.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">okay, to be honest, i thought this needlepoint thing would be easy-peesy.</div><div style="text-align: center;">tonight i picked up my smallest hoop with every intention of having a completed project in 20 minutes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">turns out this little guy took me closer to two hours. </div><div style="text-align: center;">i don't care, it was worth it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and when i was done i smiled. and i laughed. and yes, i even cheered.</div><div style="text-align: center;">then i woke ryan up to show him. </div><div style="text-align: center;">{i'm interpreting the bleary one-eyed squint as a sure sign of approval.}</div><div style="text-align: center;">and now i can't stop looking at it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">first from far away, then close up, then i walk outside and come in again.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and from every angle i am loving it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">'cause these days i find joy in even the smallest accomplishments.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and i'm not ashamed to say that i am incredibly proud of my little 'stache.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; ">also, i love the way this whole combination is suggestive of a little bald man with a stop watch.</div><div><br /></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">i cannot however take credit for this idea.</div><div style="text-align: center;">a little while ago i found a picture of a tiny pin with an embroidered mustache.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">{i can't remember where.}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;">it was lust at first sight.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and i knew, one day i too would have such a mustache.</div><div style="text-align: center;">so tonight i made that dream a reality.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">step 1: draw a mustache on a piece of paper</div><div style="text-align: center;">{i found the old heart trick made this incredibly easy. you know, fold a piece of paper and draw half a heart on one side, cut it out and voila! perfectly symmetrical heart. or mustache in this case.}</div><div style="text-align: center;">step 2: cut out the mustache</div><div style="text-align: center;">step 3: trace mustache onto fabric </div><div style="text-align: center;">{i used an HB pencil}</div><div style="text-align: center;">step 4: cross stick like crazy till the mustache is completely filled in.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*be prepared for a completely delightful feeling of accomplishment upon completion.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>

i've got a mustache. {i really do.}

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weekend hoops!

<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">for the last year or so i have been collecting dozens of these:</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SuIuSJbiExI/AAAAAAAAAP0/cgo7zlf75j8/s1600-h/IMG_4159.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5395926192847196946" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SuIuSJbiExI/AAAAAAAAAP0/cgo7zlf75j8/s400/IMG_4159.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">embroidery hoops! </div><div style="text-align: center;">and now that i've got a stack i figured i should put them to use.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i'm not exactly sure why i started collecting them. </div><div style="text-align: center;">but every time i found one that was a cool shape, or metal, or really tiny, i just couldn't help myself.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and i really love them. problem is, i don't know anything about embroidery.</div><div style="text-align: center;">so, naturally, i am just going to swing it.</div><div style="text-align: center;">for now they are hanging on my wall with nothing but fabric in them.</div><div style="text-align: center;">{and i even kind of love them like that.}</div><div style="text-align: center;">the plan is to methodically make my way through them, creating magnificent works of art out of needle & thread.</div><div style="text-align: center;">okay, so they probably won't be magnificent, but they will be lovely.</div><div style="text-align: center;">'cause i have so many sentimental ideas.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and 'cause they will be handmade.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and 'cause even if they are complete train wrecks, </div><div style="text-align: center;">i have every intention of loving each & every one of them.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*and perk: the large one completely hides our eyesore of a thermostat.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">yeah!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>

weekend hoops!

for the last year or so i have been collecting dozens of these: embroidery hoops! and now that i've got a stack i figured i should put t...

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what's a girl to do?

<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">my house is: dirty.</div><div style="text-align: center;">my mood is: apathetic.</div><div style="text-align: center;">my goal is: to clean. and organize. and finish about 1000 projects.</div><div style="text-align: center;">my stumbling block is: (see mood.)</div><div style="text-align: center;">suggestions?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>

what's a girl to do?

my house is: dirty. my mood is: apathetic. my goal is: to clean. and organize. and finish about 1000 projects. my stumbling block is: (see m...

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our door has a face.

<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">it's true. here's proof.</div><div style="text-align: center;">(just in case you thought i made it up when i mentioned it <a href="http://fannylatourlambert.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html">here</a>.)</div><div style="text-align: center;">ryan thought two peep holes on our front door would be hilarious. (and it kinda' is.)</div><div style="text-align: center;">we're still waiting to see what kind of fine we get for it though.</div><div style="text-align: center;">you know, since we're renting.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/StyoNrx2F6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/mSjnejNerg8/s1600-h/IMG_4113.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394371406726567842" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/StyoNrx2F6I/AAAAAAAAAPs/mSjnejNerg8/s400/IMG_4113.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">and my favorite part? </div><div style="text-align: center;">the way our magnet hook (where ryan hangs his work keys)</div><div style="text-align: center;">creates a nose to compliment our peep hole eyes.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">*you should see the outside where our wreath hangs - it looks like an entire head!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>

our door has a face.

it's true. here's proof. (just in case you thought i made it up when i mentioned it here .) ryan thought two peep holes on our front...

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<div><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Stj7Ras6RUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/G3yxwiDOm2s/s1600-h/IMG_4125.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393336830420206914" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Stj7Ras6RUI/AAAAAAAAAPc/G3yxwiDOm2s/s400/IMG_4125.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 300px;" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">dear farmers market, </div><div style="text-align: center;">if we get the chance, i would love to visit you again this weekend.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>

dear farmers market, if we get the chance, i would love to visit you again this weekend.

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side table facelift.

<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393090183428599458" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Stga8rDobqI/AAAAAAAAAPM/1qQFnAX3b_Q/s400/IMG_4145.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 237px; height: 400px;" /><div style="text-align: center;">i love our new used side table/magazine rack in the living room. </div><div style="text-align: center;">isn't it retro-y & fun? and functional to boot!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Stga9HUtn8I/AAAAAAAAAPU/QSkpy5xyUM0/s1600-h/IMG_4148.jpg"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Stga9HUtn8I/AAAAAAAAAPU/QSkpy5xyUM0/s1600-h/IMG_4148.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393090191016435650" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Stga9HUtn8I/AAAAAAAAAPU/QSkpy5xyUM0/s400/IMG_4148.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">just a couple bucks at d.i. and then a quick coat of mod podge </div><div style="text-align: center;">slapped on the surface over some pretty patterned paper from michaels.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><br /></div>

side table facelift.

i love our new used side table/magazine rack in the living room. isn't it retro-y & fun? and functional to boot! just a couple bucks...

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butternut squash

<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">this weekend we visited a lovely farmers market in brigham city with <a href="http://apalepinkpeony.blogspot.com/2009/10/our-weekend.html">these guys</a>.</div><div style="text-align: center;">we bought a lot of our favorite kinds of squash.</div><div style="text-align: center;">{fresh produce & cheap prices have us already talking about trip #2!}</div><div style="text-align: center;">here's what we did with our butternut's.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392595674385866946" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/StZZMdUT4MI/AAAAAAAAAOw/OHt9DlQ8fcM/s400/Picture+8.png" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" /></div><div style="text-align: center;">so good. so fast. so easy.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>

butternut squash

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to my grandma! oom pah pah!

<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i've begun writing my memoirs. premature? maybe!</div><div style="text-align: center;">but, i figure the best time to start is now,</div><div style="text-align: center;"> when i can most clearly recollect dates & times & places. </div><div style="text-align: center;">so, for the last couple months i have been compiling important, </div><div style="text-align: center;">funny, </div><div style="text-align: center;">wonderful, </div><div style="text-align: center;">interesting & </div><div style="text-align: center;">even sad moments </div><div style="text-align: center;">into a document appropriately titled: my memoirs.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i've organized entries according to seasons of my life.</div><div style="text-align: center;">not necessarily chronologically.</div><div style="text-align: center;">chapter titles are things like: childhood, dating, mission.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and anytime a fond memory comes to mind, i write it down under it's proper heading.</div><div style="text-align: center;">it has seriously been such fun re-living these moments.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; ">for many years my grandma has been telling me to do just this. </div><div style="text-align: center; ">even at a young age she would encourage me to write </div><div style="text-align: center; ">anything & everything i wanted to remember about my life.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">i think it was instinctual in her, to write things down.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">{and sadly ironic that her handwriting is almost illegible.}</div><div style="text-align: center; ">she has piles of journals, and has written me countless letters over the years.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">but now that my grandma has been diagnosed with Alzheimer's, </div><div style="text-align: center; ">i think i'm finally appreciating how truly wise is her advice.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">lately her favorite activity, how she spends most of her days, </div><div style="text-align: center; ">is reading through those old journals.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">at this time when all is confusing and unrecognizable, </div><div style="text-align: center; ">she finds the most comfort in re-reading through the familiar sentiments of her past.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">and so i'm writing. anything & everything. i've started my memoirs.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">so here's to you grandma!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392198064758483842" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/StTvkiB6a4I/AAAAAAAAANg/vEHV5yzyyhE/s400/IMG_1667.JPG" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/StT3kgSvCoI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xt_bqQskvpk/s1600-h/IMG_1669.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392206860385192578" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/StT3kgSvCoI/AAAAAAAAAOI/xt_bqQskvpk/s400/IMG_1669.JPG" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/StT3kDJ2adI/AAAAAAAAAOA/C0Wv7SZvzvc/s1600-h/IMG_1670.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392206852563298770" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/StT3kDJ2adI/AAAAAAAAAOA/C0Wv7SZvzvc/s400/IMG_1670.JPG" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">i love these pics we took together. </div><div style="text-align: center; ">maybe you can't tell, but there was a lot of laughing going on.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">grandma would check out the result in between each shot. </div><div style="text-align: center; ">and demand that i take another.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">she kept re-adjusting, and was never quite pleased with her image. </div><div style="text-align: center; ">it comes with age {according to her.} </div><div style="text-align: center; ">she removed her glasses after viewing the first picture, </div><div style="text-align: center; ">"that will not do." she lamented. </div><div style="text-align: center; ">ah vanity! </div><div style="text-align: center; ">i think we have ten of almost the exact same frame. </div><div style="text-align: center; ">these 3 are my favorite. </div><div style="text-align: center; ">they capture some of my favorite <i>grammy</i> expressions.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">i love my maternal grandma.</div><div style="text-align: center;">she's absolutely adorable and just the cutest thing, </div><div style="text-align: center;">especially when she get's the giggles.</div><div style="text-align: center;">this happens a lot. </div><div style="text-align: center;">and luckily is an innate characteristic that runs in our family. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>

to my grandma! oom pah pah!

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to ryan, with love.

<div><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss-2M2GB4cI/AAAAAAAAANY/xBxY1seO0q0/s1600-h/Picture+4.png"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390727610781262274" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss-2M2GB4cI/AAAAAAAAANY/xBxY1seO0q0/s400/Picture+4.png" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 299px;" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #551a8b;"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"><br /></span></span></span></div>

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birthday breakdown.

<div style="text-align: center;">so here's how it all went down.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss6gy4KagiI/AAAAAAAAANI/IR83wFT3hWc/s1600-h/IMG_4039.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390422599939031586" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss6gy4KagiI/AAAAAAAAANI/IR83wFT3hWc/s400/IMG_4039.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">6:30 am. - breakfast in bed!</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">there are just so few things in life that rank higher or better than spending your birthday</div><div style="text-align: center; ">morning in bed enjoying early morning snuggles, kisses & an omelette for two.</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss6ggSJwpwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1JL4BEuzJII/s1600-h/IMG_4042.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390422280498095874" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss6ggSJwpwI/AAAAAAAAAMI/1JL4BEuzJII/s400/IMG_4042.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390315870264679346" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss4_uZJG27I/AAAAAAAAAKM/03iHexSYKkk/s400/IMG_4051.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 266px; height: 400px; " /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390315884549488898" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss4_vOW3wQI/AAAAAAAAAKU/ikp0ybz7BQQ/s400/IMG_4111.JPG" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 197px; " /><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">all day - no cards, just notes.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">we were completely card-less this year for the first time! {i think that may just be birthday tradition #4 worthy} b-day cards always seems like an incredibly fast way to collect clutter. they're so sweet you feel inclined to hang onto them for a while, but they never really get looked at again. all ry's birthday messages were white-boarded & chalk-boarded this year. luckily we have a lot of both around!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss6gjCKIDXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/z_t-ZoDjH24/s1600-h/IMG_4058.jpg"></a><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390422294590293538" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss6ghGpmhiI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/yh4SKM96VvU/s400/IMG_4062.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 166px;" /><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">dinner for four - 5:30 pm.</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">menu:</div><div style="text-align: center; ">chicken parmesan with fresh mozzarella</div><div style="text-align: center; ">linguine & homemade tomato sauce</div><div style="text-align: center; ">buttered oregano zucchini</div><div style="text-align: center; ">mint lemonade</div><div style="text-align: center; ">& oreo cake for dessert</div><div style="text-align: center; ">yum!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss6ghwWyK_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/30h_Fp1wC7U/s1600-h/IMG_4064.JPG"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss6ghwWyK_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/30h_Fp1wC7U/s1600-h/IMG_4064.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390422305785654258" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss6ghwWyK_I/AAAAAAAAAMY/30h_Fp1wC7U/s400/IMG_4064.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div><div style="text-align: center; "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss5CPQWt5mI/AAAAAAAAAK0/sY39iMPM-bU/s1600-h/IMG_4059.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390318633864783458" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss5CPQWt5mI/AAAAAAAAAK0/sY39iMPM-bU/s400/IMG_4059.JPG" style="text-align: left; display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">mindy & eric, our dinner guests. thanks again for joining us you two.</div></div></div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss6gjCKIDXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/z_t-ZoDjH24/s1600-h/IMG_4058.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390422327744269682" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss6gjCKIDXI/AAAAAAAAAMo/z_t-ZoDjH24/s400/IMG_4058.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">then cake {of course!}</span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">this is our biggest dispute with ryan's birthday every year. he always wants a german chocolate cake made with a cake mix & packaged frosting. i just cannot resolve myself to this. i simply refuse to do it. {i know, so mean right?} but i just love to make home-made cakes & try lots of different varieties & birthdays are the only real call for extravagance like that. so our big compromise is every other year = german chocolate {no guarantee on store-bought} and in between a cakey surprise catered to ryan but concocted by me. this year was a tribute to oreo cookies, {ryan's fav.} and it was so delicious i think ryan may just change his mind!</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390422560569244354" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss6gwlf7OsI/AAAAAAAAAMw/t5OSfgPC2dI/s400/IMG_4067.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390316278423251378" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss5AGJpsabI/AAAAAAAAAKs/EQHXTk1XzYA/s400/IMG_4068.jpg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss6giaAqzeI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KLaID1JVmUg/s1600-h/IMG_4065.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390422316967185890" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss6giaAqzeI/AAAAAAAAAMg/KLaID1JVmUg/s400/IMG_4065.JPG" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 321px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">and the opening of presents.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">all these nifty-gifties were wrapped with kraft brown paper & cream ribbon </div><div style="text-align: center;">purchased at d.i. for less than a single dollar. not bad at all!</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">the <i>money</i> items: </div><div style="text-align: center;">racquetball equipment - from the ostlers</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: center; ">{thanks guys - you know yan so well!}</div><div style="text-align: center; ">wii sports resort game & headphones - from me! </div><div style="text-align: center; ">{and we're already super addicted to archery.}</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss6gyEONStI/AAAAAAAAANA/4Nn80XkkwFU/s1600-h/Still+1.jpeg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390422585996298962" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Ss6gyEONStI/AAAAAAAAANA/4Nn80XkkwFU/s400/Still+1.jpeg" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">and wii wrapped up the night</span> </div><div style="text-align: center;">by keeping ourselves busy with rowing & archery. </div><div style="text-align: center;">that's right, and wii loved it!</div><div style="text-align: center;">you should see the videos of these two as they duke it out. priceless! </div><div style="text-align: center;">and mind & i squealing with laughter is the joyous background.</div></div></div></div>

birthday breakdown.

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birthdays around here.

<div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">i married a really amazing guy, which makes me want to take extra good care of him on the anniversary of his birth. last year that special birthday treatment looked like <a href="http://fannylatourlambert.blogspot.com/2008/10/birthdays.html">this</a>.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">this year it was more of an intimate affair. just some friends, and us, and dinner. it was lovely!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">and although there are lots of things that look different about birthdays from year-to-year, there are a few traditions around here that we've invited to stay . . . for good!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">1. breakfast in bed. </span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>this is a MUST every year, and typically includes something delicious, you know, not everyday foodies. this year it was a steak omelette with peppers, mushrooms, onions & salsa topped with one b-day candle. also served with fresh fruit salad and a glass of milk. {ry's fav. 'cause you can take the boy out of the dairy, but not the dairy out of the boy.} :)</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">2. special family dinner in & personal dinner out.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>you should know these two dinners are not enjoyed on the same day. growing up in a family of ten, we usually celebrated the real birthDAY with the whole family and a favorite meal. this was like our party. dinner, cake, gifts. but . . . in addition to this, every year we were also promised {at our selected day & time} a dinner out alone with the parents. this was like gold having so many kids & only two parents. to this day some of my best & only memories having one-on-one time with both mom & dad are these special & formal birthday dinners out. loved it! so, even though we don't have kids yet, we've already started this one. nice dinner in, nice dinner out. plus, that just increases birthday celebration time - this is never a bad thing! {oooh, how i love me some birthday fun.} dinner in - yesterday, dinner out - to come this friday.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:medium;">3. cereal.</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i>kay, this sounds so bizarre, but every birthday {and christmas} we always got a box of our favorite "sugar cereal." i don't know how this one started, but it's such a gem of a tradition. we probably appreciated this more because our daily cereals were things like grape-nuts & plain cheerios & oatmeal. fruit loops, lucky charms, {and my personal favorite} corn pops were found in our house only following someone's big day or after christmas when these boxes were found in-a-plenty. {think of it, 10 people = 10 boxes of cereal, in addition to whatever was already in our cupboard. it was bliss.} these boxes of breakfast goodies were so treasured it was usually a race to find the best hiding spots in order to keep others from scavenging your personal supply. anyways, the tradition lives on and ryan was lucky enough to get a canadian box of our shared favorite <a href="http://www.quakeroats.com/products/more-products-from-quaker/content/cereals/crunchy-corn-bran.aspx">corn bran</a>.</i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><br /></i></div><div style="text-align: left;">so yesterday was fun, and friday will be even better.</div><div style="text-align: left;">i even have one more gift up my sleeve . . . but sweetie, you'll just have to wait.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">~pictures tomorrow~</span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div>

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to: my honey

<div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">in our bathroom we keep a cream planter full of all sorts of colored white-board markers. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Sstk6At73qI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8NRnp3fbzuA/s1600-h/IMG_4049.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389512326866788002" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/Sstk6At73qI/AAAAAAAAAJc/8NRnp3fbzuA/s400/IMG_4049.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 254px;" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">because this bathroom mirror is where we write most of our lovey-notes.</div><div style="text-align: center;">today {ryan's 28th birthday} was no exception.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>

to: my honey

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it's official - we've got food storage!

<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">aren't packages form home the absolute best?</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">{around here they definitely are. they're one of the few perks of living far away from home(s.)}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">ryan's mom & dad just sent us out 3 boxes of food storage.</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">we couldn't be more excited!</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif; white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"> </span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Lucida Grande', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; white-space: pre;"><br /></span></span></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388882437616886114" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SskoBoZ-4WI/AAAAAAAAAJU/RgQ5d6WAtGE/s400/IMG_4024.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">our previously non-existent food storage now includes the following:</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-1 gallon of honey</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-1 liter pure mexican vanilla</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-nearly 50 pounds of flour {okay i'm not really sure on quantity, but a LOT.}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-freeze dried strawberries & raspberries</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-pecans</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-cinnamon</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-yeast</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-shotgun shells {think less food storage & more entertainment.}</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-macaroni</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-granola</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-oats</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">-shaving cream</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">YEAH! thank you mom & dad reigle. </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">we feel so much more prepared!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>

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cemetery love.

<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsaH63Fr2-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/mEWiNdOcLFI/s1600-h/IMG_3962.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388143449485335522" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsaH63Fr2-I/AAAAAAAAAJM/mEWiNdOcLFI/s400/IMG_3962.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsaH6EMmyII/AAAAAAAAAJE/R7qQrJd-H3c/s1600-h/IMG_3957.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388143435824154754" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsaH6EMmyII/AAAAAAAAAJE/R7qQrJd-H3c/s400/IMG_3957.JPG" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 300px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">ryan,</div><div style="text-align: center;">i love you.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and i love the cemetery.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and i'm glad i got to enjoy you both yesterday.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and even though our camera died,</div><div style="text-align: center;">i'm happy to have at least these two pictures.</div><div style="text-align: center;">let's walk there again tomorrow.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and the next day.</div><div style="text-align: center;">and the next.</div>

cemetery love.

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goodbye summer. i will miss you.

<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">i'm cold. and missing the warm sun, warm water, these beautiful places, and my beautiful sister.</div><div style="text-align: center;">i guess it's time to really say goodbye to summer {and fall apparently, now that we have snow on the ground.}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387687426407857122" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTpK0vg--I/AAAAAAAAAIE/Aj6pMWUiLBc/s400/IMG_3583.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" /><div style="text-align: center;">isn't this swimming spot almost magical? i felt like i was in a book. like something from the early 20's. jumping off an old train track to cool off in the summer evenings. it felt other-era-y. in a really good way.</div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387687400712715042" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTpJVBUOyI/AAAAAAAAAHs/boVqOiGi-K8/s400/IMG_3530.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387691016229758562" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTsbx3wJmI/AAAAAAAAAIk/3JvDBFDwD8k/s400/P8311130.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387687442214607762" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTpLvoI25I/AAAAAAAAAIM/WnrLLQ7QzW4/s400/IMG_3560.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" /><div style="text-align: center;">we can see you! {our impersonation of eye balls.}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387691001024622898" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTsa5OkMTI/AAAAAAAAAIU/_6c5F9_gPSw/s400/P8311155.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" /><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387687419732229794" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTpKb36_qI/AAAAAAAAAH8/wJH2HHdPaZY/s400/IMG_3591.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" /><div style="text-align: center;">would you believe me if i told you as i was climbing up through the barbed wire fence, a snake poked his head out the rocks inches away from me? believe it! it happened. and it was petrifying.</div></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387691029311446546" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTscimq3hI/AAAAAAAAAIs/wunBk4u1k-w/s400/P8311169.JPG" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 400px; " /><div style="text-align: center;">this is my favorite picture of the night. first, because i had no idea she was taking it. and second, because we were literally being attacked by mosquitos {hence the towel over my head} and you can actually see one biting katelyn in the bottom right of this picture. yikes! mosquitos! i will definitely not miss you this winter.</div><div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsT9p0pT8QI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZOfKwr-w7d4/s1600-h/IMG_3601.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387709949190336770" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsT9p0pT8QI/AAAAAAAAAI8/ZOfKwr-w7d4/s400/IMG_3601.JPG" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a></span></span></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTsdFGDPtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uvMY_7JctoQ/s1600-h/P8311177.JPG" style="text-decoration: none; "><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387691038569873106" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTsdFGDPtI/AAAAAAAAAI0/uvMY_7JctoQ/s400/P8311177.JPG" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center; ">________________________________________________________</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; ">also, have you been wondering if i have any more car pictures? {you're nodding right?}</div><div style="text-align: center; ">here they are. some of my absolute favorite parts of cardston.</div><div style="text-align: center; ">{inside-of-the-car style.}</div><div style="text-align: center; "><br /></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387682168150879810" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTkYwNW7kI/AAAAAAAAAHc/ddK3bJUgVSs/s400/IMG_3621.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" /><div style="text-align: center;">we circled the temple twice to get this shot. but it was much safer 'cause katey was there to take the wheel.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTkZThXuWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JVee8hY05yk/s1600-h/IMG_3649.JPG"></a><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTkZThXuWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JVee8hY05yk/s1600-h/IMG_3649.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387682177630058850" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTkZThXuWI/AAAAAAAAAHk/JVee8hY05yk/s400/IMG_3649.JPG" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">this shot was taken in an alley with a police officer eye-balling our shenanigans. </div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTkYS_VkjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Jcmro5frPtg/s1600-h/IMG_3641.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387682160307442226" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTkYS_VkjI/AAAAAAAAAHU/Jcmro5frPtg/s400/IMG_3641.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" /></a><div style="text-align: center;">and our favorite coca-cola sign on the corner of main street.</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387682140707143586" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTkXJ-Qv6I/AAAAAAAAAHE/BA6tvGFNENg/s400/IMG_3609.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" /><div style="text-align: center;">front & back of the cutest stop sign i've ever seen. jonny had the brilliant idea of planting those viney-flowers on every pole in town. wouldn't that be amazing?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTkX__xyWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WnHmrC4Ckjo/s1600-h/IMG_3614.jpg"></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTkX__xyWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WnHmrC4Ckjo/s1600-h/IMG_3614.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387682155209017698" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTkX__xyWI/AAAAAAAAAHM/WnHmrC4Ckjo/s400/IMG_3614.jpg" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /></a></div><div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTsbY-V9sI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KAGApK3ZtN4/s1600-h/P8290972.JPG"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387691009546516162" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Y47xG8Zoj6Y/SsTsbY-V9sI/AAAAAAAAAIc/KAGApK3ZtN4/s400/P8290972.JPG" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /></a><div style="text-align: center;">my rockstar sister katelyn took this picture. isn't she good? and it was NOT from inside the car.</div><div style="text-align: center;">{in case you were starting to worry about the kind of driving tactics we'd have to implement to get this kind of shot.}</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;">goodbye summer!</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div></div></div></div>

goodbye summer. i will miss you.

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