Introducing. . .TRACIE TUESDAY!!!

It's true. I miss her. So welcome to the new weekly addition.

Well.

When did this girl




get old enough to go to this school?



She'll have a great time and I'll miss her!!

Killer

Brandon Flowers-- "Crossfire". Awesome.

Dear Heidi and Clayton.

Sometimes God answers prayers through people. Sometimes, He uses Yogurtland. In this case, He used both.
You've opened my eyes to a whole new world of joy, happiness, and dancing taste buds.
For that, you will be forever blessed.
I will be naming my firstborn child, male or female, Heyton.

Frumpalicious!

I was thinking last night about how if people came across my blog and didn't know me they would think that I had four kids. Because let's face it, that's 90% of what I blog about. So, as much as I love them, I'm going to boot them down to an occasional post because I know you'd rather read about me, right?
Ok.
Well, I'm working up the courage to ask a certain boy I know over for dinner. I know y'all want details, but I don't have any yet so just keep your pants on. I'll keep you posted.
That's about it.

PS when school starts, a new rule will go into place: I can only wear a ponytail-braid two times a week. But right now, it's just too dang hot.

Summertime. . .and the livin' is easy

I love summer. Being a teacher definitely helps that. But I love the summertime holidays and activities, too, and as long as I'm not stuck in traffic without A/C, I love the heat! Most of the time, anyway.
Following are many many pictures from hanging with the kids, the 4th of July "Cul-de-sac of Fire" in Orem, and Bear Lake. Eat your heart out.
So Ellie does this surprise face that is so dang cute. She's so funny!

Audrey was taking my pitcho while I took her pitcho.
Here, she had prepared my lunch.






Audrey needed to "seep in pool".







Tracie's such a good example. Nothin' like a good punk while watching fireworks.


Ellie LOVES phones.

I tried to get Audrey to kiss Tracie with this face.








Audrey had gotten sunscreen in her eyes and was crying and she wore herself out by the time we got to the beach.

Really?

Why is it so much harder? Is it really that I'm 30 now? I keep thinking I'm doing really well and I see no results. . . .
Do I really have to work out twice a day?

Revamping my attitude and plans. It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new [week] and I'm feeling. . . .gooo-oo-ooood*.
Or I will be, soon.

*Big ups, Buble.