Happiest of Birthdays

Happiest birthday yesterday to my handsomest man! The ripe old age of 24 looks good on you. I hope you don't disapprove of me disclosing your new age in public.

 

Thanks for your sweetness and gentle hand that cares for and helps me.

 

You are so strong, hard working, wonderful and kind.

 

I love you mucho.

Frivolous Thinking

If I were a rich woman undoubtedly I would throw out my entire wardrobe and buy a new one. It hasn't been changed much from the way that it was when I was a sixteen year old, but hey, what can you do when you make minimal dollars an hour and have to feed yourself and a crazy food eating 24 year old man with it?

This is the number one item on my wishlist right now. The lovely, the beautiful - pink leopard print nikes. I quite admire these, don't you?

Leopard has been a bit of an obsession of mine lately, which is strange coming from someone who used to shun any variety of animal print, but I am a woman and therefore am allowed to change my mind at will. Heck, when I was fourteen years old I vowed that I would never wear makeup, and clearly THAT little idea has changed.

Open Season

With fall comes all sorts of exciting things, for some it means pumpkin spice candles and cable knit sweaters. For us it means blazing orange and tromping around the woods in search of big old bucks with big old antlers. This year was my very first deer hunt, and while I didn't end up bringing home anything, I sure had a lot of fun being out with my husband, brother and grandpa freezing our butts off in the great outdoors.

The Simple Things

 

Making anything from scratch that is supposed to be canned or preserved in a jar has always been intimidating to me, but when my mom invited me to come over and learn how to make peach freezer jam I soon discovered that it is a much simpler ordeal than I had originally imagined.

 

I wish I had the recipe to share with you, but alas I do not. Perhaps it shall suffice to let you know that our peach jam is indeed, delicious.

 

Pictured above is me and my homegirl Cassady Stewart, furiously slicing and peeling juicy peaches for the sugary sweet concoction.

 

Now that I have graduated from making jam I would like to go on and learn how to make pickles. Any good recipes, peeps?

The D-land

There are those that like Disneyland, and there are those that do not. Can I just start out by saying that if you number yourself among the 'do not' group I am automatically going to assume that you also do not like kittens, or babies or warm blankets.

As a young teenager I went through a bit of a Disneyland obsession phase. I had Disneyland t-shirts, Disneyland posters, a Mickey Mouse bed spread, as well as mounds of other various memorabilia from the Happiest Place on Earth. Then I grew up and now I have a big person bed spread and my walls are no longer adorned with pictures of Disneyland, however I still consider myself a huge fan.

I was privileged to go on a girl's only trip to the D-land just a few weeks ago and oh how wonderful it was! And not to cause too much jealousy but I am going again in December! Life is sweet, my friends, life is sweet. I love Disneyland not for the thrills, but for the magic and for the good times with all of my family that adores it not equally, but almost as much as I do.

Also I would like to give a birthday shout out to my best friend, Shelby Frampton, who is currently on a mission in Ohio. We have now officially been best friends for 12 years. Happy Birthday Shelbster. I miss you dearly. When you get home we will go to Disneyland together again.

Peace out y'all.

Huckleberryin'

 

Upon the mountainsides of Teton Valley, Idaho, there is a special little berry that can only be found within a three week window in the summertime at certain elevations and in certain climates.

 

They're quite particular little fellows.

 

You can't buy them at the store, and you can't grow them in your backyard.

 

And that my friends, is why huckleberries are so special.

 

I always look forward to huckleberryin' season because after you've licked all those purple, sticky juices off your fingers from pickin' you get to go home and make homemade huckleberry ice cream, cheesecake and shakes. Which, as you can imagine, are quite delicious.

Cheer

Currently nothing is occurring in my life that I find worthy of blogging about and so I will share these sage words with you.

 

 

 

 

 

Mmm, yes. Something I find difficult to apply to myself at times. As I look back on my 20 years of earthood I realize that at all ages I was always wishing I was in a future situation in life. For example,

 

 "I wish I was old enough to drive."

"I wish I was married."

"I wish I was in college."

"I wish it was summer."

"I wish I had a better job."

 

It's just an assumption, but I'm guessing most of those phrases seem familiar to you. How often do we forget to enjoy the time we have now, hoping for some distant achievement or situation in life to come to pass? A guilty pleasure I partake of almost everyday. So slap yourself in the face gurrlll cuzzz...

 

You gotta stop dat!!

 

I heard once that the most forgotten commandment is to be of good cheer. I think when God told us to be of good cheer he meant to enjoy each and every part and stage of our lives, because I mean the alternative just isn't fun, and time just goes by too quickly for us to waste it away dreaming of better days.

 

Food for thought.