Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Connecting the Freckles

Ever feel so sick that all you can do is lie in bed and stare at the freckles on your arm?

I have. I am.

I started connecting those freckle-dots in childhood during my numerous strep throat infections. The habit reappeared for the first four months of each of my pregnancies. This week the visual exercise returned due to a cold that is perhaps the worst I have had in my 47 years.
You'd think that by now I would have already entertained all the cold viruses out there, but noooooo. This one had to introduce itself on Thanksgiving night. I ignored it the best I could. Family was in town for one thing!

Monday, however, it tackled me hard and once again I lie staring blankly at those freckle-dots feeling like I was going to die.

A few rounds of solitaire is just about the only thing I can muster in between freckle staring.
My sick bed companion doesn't have freckles. Trying to find something to count on him gives me an even greater headache.
Come on antibodies. Do your thing. I'm sick of being sick.

Sunday, November 20, 2011

All Tucked In

There is a certain 12-year-old at my house who still insists on treating our cats like her own personal dolls. One morning before she left for school she tucked them in all nice and cozy at the foot of her bed. She must have done a good job because they actually stayed put and snoozed away.
After taking a quick peek to see what I was up to, Lucy resumed her sweet slumber. Linus, of course, wasn't phased in the slightest.

I'm sharing today at

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

The Art of Asking

He'd already gone to bed on his 16th birthday when there was a knock at the door. No one was there. Yet, the doorstep was not empty. Attached to two green helium balloons was a small white Cupcake Chic take-out container and a note.
An embarrassed yet happy grin appeared on his face the next morning when he discovered that he had been asked to the Sadie Hawkins dance. Clues written on the balloon strings were quickly deciphered as he figured out who his date would be.

"How are you going to answer her?" his mom queried. "I don't know. That's why I have sisters," he replied.

The next night his reply found its way to her doorstep--a red velvet cupcake from The Sweet Tooth Fairy complete with homemade "YES" flag.

Luckily this asking/replying interchange was relatively simple (not to mention delicious.)

Do they do this where you live?

Often the "asking" can be quite elaborate in these parts, and it really is only done for the bigger school-sponsored dances like PROM, MORP, Homecoming, etc. The concept was foreign to me until I came to BYU as a college freshman. Once again I live in Provo, and the practice is as strong as ever.

Anyone know how and when this even started?

"Curiouser and Curiouser"

Friday, November 4, 2011

Dear Rachel (#3)

Dear Rachel,

What does Fall look like in Atlanta? Take some pictures and post them on your blog when you can. Here's a peek at our yard this year. You know I love all the red. :)
(Our apples are few, but the ones we do have are big and beautiful.)
(burning bushes in the backyard)
(Too many leaves! We are waiting for a windstorm to blow them into the Ogden's yard--just kidding!)
(Virginia Creeper edging up the front of the house)
(Remember the little bird nibbling on the apple in my last letter? This blue bird is finishing the job.)
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Abby had the toughest time deciding what to be for Halloween this year. In fact, she wasn't even sure she was going trick or treating until the very last minute. She wore her poodle skirt from last year to school, but when she got home, she got to work on her original idea--a Rubik's Cube. She cut, designed, and painted it all by herself.

The kids' pumpkins were pretty spooky. Travis' toothy snarl was especially intimidating.

We love you and miss you--especially since it was the first year we didn't get to see you in your traditional "poor sailor boy" costume. Have a good weekend!

Mom