can we dim the lights please?

after consulting the management, as in the people who live within the walls we call home, and deeming it okey-dokey-artichokey

AND in the famous words of mr. zigler

the show must go on.

of course, there are some ground rules as to what will be discussed, so let us review.

things not discussed:

1) my BM schedule.

2) my bra size.

3) my caloric intake

4) my current weight/waist size/or the unsightly chin hair i can grow on command now.

what will be discussed.

1) my sister’s bra sizes, and to be fair, my sister-in-law and brother ricky.

2) just basically pure awesomeness.

now onto my wish for today:

i wish i could find an emerald in my cornfield just like the farmer in north carolina did today.i looked,

it was not there.



a couple of years ago i met a very nice woman who was writing a book about the importance of play.

she asked me to help write a chapter on playing with children who had disabilities.

from this encounter, she suggested if i ever wanted to write a book, she would help me.

awhile later i did write a book.

i did not have a lot of time to do the finish work at the time so she suggested a blog.

i sat on that idea for a bit then decided to jump in.

i used excerpts of the chapters i had written from my book to start,

then introduced you to our every day ‘normal’ life for us.

and that is how the now infamous blog began.

it has come to our immediate attention,

that although we do not have any visible, physical wounds,

my family is wounded and these wounds are going to take time.

time does seem do help many things,

it is very relentless in its march forward.

for that reason,

i am shutting down this blog for a while.

it will not be left alone by those wishing to use it against me.

i know it will not be left alone when i do start again;

but i refuse to make it private,

i CANNOT let another aspect of my life be controlled.

we need this time to heal.

until then,


it’s independence day

bear found his treasure at DI yesterday in the form of a jump-start.

the kindergarten version to be exact.we uploaded it on the computer for him and away he went.

this particular version is pretty easy for him.

i came back downstairs to check on the game to find the following:

1. he had already stopped jump-start and taken the CD out.

2. he got on the internet.

3. he got onto you tube.

4. he typed what movie he was looking for and was watching it.

5. may i state that he did this ALL BY HIMSELF!!!!

we now take a moment to brag about the queen

after getting out of the bath tub today,

she promptly went into our bedroom,

opened sir’s shirt drawer,

and dressed herself before coming down.

i don’t want to brag,

but i am fairly certain they get their genius from me.

how the other half lives…..

my brother came from cali to rescue me from my deseret industries/wal-mart wardrobe.

i actually saw him shutter when my girls told him these were the best stores.

he took me to a store called anthropologiei know!! i did know it existed either.

in fact, i spelled it wrong trying to google it.

don’t worry, google corrected me.

in this store, they actually have an ambiance.

they have dresses that you don’t even feel the fabric or the seams when you put them on.

they…….have……..dressing rooms!!!!!

not only dressing rooms,

but rooms that they write your name on the door and you can’t see your feet from under the door!!!!

they comment on your clothes as you come out.

they have a waiting room with a couch and a chair by in the room by the dressing rooms!!!!


no wonder the rich like to be rich.

turns out it does not suck.

my amazing brother got me two dresses.

two dresses that will ALWAYS be hung up.

and that is saying somethin’!

yes, anthropolgie,

i enjoyed our chance encounter in the night,

and am grateful for the two beautiful dresses created from that chance encounter,

but, alas, we were just not meant to be.