Thursday, December 23, 2010
Tuesday, December 21, 2010
16 Years
There’s a storm rollin’ over the hill
And the willow trees are blowin’
I’m standin’ here starin’ out the window
Safe and warm
I feel her put her arms around me
And its a good feelin’ I’m knowin’
Oh, I’ve got a good woman and we’ve got a good fire goin’
We’ve got a feast on the supper table
Bread for breakin’
A blessing from the Lord for makin’ me such a fortunate man
The light of my life in the candle
Her face a glowin’
Oh, I’ve got a good woman and we’ve got a good fire goin’
CHORUS:
So let it rain
(let the rain fall down)
Let it rain
It won’t do nothin’ but kindle a never ending flame
Let it rain
(let the rain fall down)
Let it rain til mornin’
Oh, I’ve got a good woman and we’ve got a good fire goin’
Now there’s a hard rain fallin’ on the roof
Coffee comin’ from the kitchen
I’m lyin’ here listenin’ to the ceiling on the living room floor
I feel her lay down beside me
My love is overflowin’
Oh, I’ve got a good woman and we’ve got a good fire goin’
Oh, I’ve got a good woman and we’ve got a good fire goin’
And the willow trees are blowin’
I’m standin’ here starin’ out the window
Safe and warm
I feel her put her arms around me
And its a good feelin’ I’m knowin’
Oh, I’ve got a good woman and we’ve got a good fire goin’
We’ve got a feast on the supper table
Bread for breakin’
A blessing from the Lord for makin’ me such a fortunate man
The light of my life in the candle
Her face a glowin’
Oh, I’ve got a good woman and we’ve got a good fire goin’
CHORUS:
So let it rain
(let the rain fall down)
Let it rain
It won’t do nothin’ but kindle a never ending flame
Let it rain
(let the rain fall down)
Let it rain til mornin’
Oh, I’ve got a good woman and we’ve got a good fire goin’
Now there’s a hard rain fallin’ on the roof
Coffee comin’ from the kitchen
I’m lyin’ here listenin’ to the ceiling on the living room floor
I feel her lay down beside me
My love is overflowin’
Oh, I’ve got a good woman and we’ve got a good fire goin’
Oh, I’ve got a good woman and we’ve got a good fire goin’
Saturday, December 11, 2010
Finally!!!
I've been waiting for an i heart faces win for awhile now... and I am finally an Angie & Amy pick! Woohoo! 3 Pioneer Woman picks, and now and Angie & Amy... that much closer to being famous someday! ;)
Sunday, December 05, 2010
I Heart Faces... Self Portrait
Thursday, November 11, 2010
If You Care...
I'm going to be playing a solo on my violin at a concert tomorrow... here's the info:
3rd Annual
A Joyful Noise
A concert
Bring the whole family
and be prepared to be inspired as you listen to many
different music styles performed by some of the
Basin's best musicians.
You will be picking your
chin up off the floor!!!
Fri. November 12, 2010, 7:00 p.m.
L.D.S. Church, Cultural Hall
1270 west 1500 south Vernal, UT
This is a community event--come all!!!
Saturday, October 30, 2010
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Halloween Mini-Sessions
Just in case you look here, but never at my photography blog... go sign up for halloween mini sessions if you're interested! It'll be lots of fun. :)
(thanks, Molly, for being my beautiful princess model! :)
Sunday, October 03, 2010
I Heart Faces... Recipe in Photos
Okay, technically this isn't a dinner recipe, but you could make a chicken pot pie with a homemade crust! I think ANYONE can make a pie crust from scratch, and I'm going to show you how... a step at a time!
First, put on your apron. It's gonna get a little bit messy. ;)
Put your filling inside the crust. You can make your own filling, or use canned filling if you're feeling lazy. It'll still taste good, because you have a homemade crust! I usually add more filling than this, but I didn't want to open another bottle, so we're skimping today.
Life and Stuff Like That
A couple of days ago I said something like "we've got to do this thing before summer is over". That pretty much sums up how fast September flew by... I still think it's summer.
This is how I feel about winter coming soon. ;) Actually this is my adorable niece, Maylee, and this is how she told me she was done with our photo session. If you look closely you can see Tanner on the left trying to be sneaky and keep her from falling off the chair. It makes me laugh... the whole picture.
I love. love. love. this picture. Love it. Tanner is Brandon's brother, and I see a lot of Brandon in him... and when I see him with his first little baby it brings back so many memories of my husband with our babies, and it almost makes me a little teary. But not teary enough that I want to try that again. ;) I'll just enjoy the memories. It's so much fun to see Brandon's youngest sibling with a baby of his own... time flies, doesn't it? He was just a little kid when we got married. Sigh. WE were just little kids when we got married, come to think of it.
And Tanner's beautiful wife Leisha? It's so much fun to see her as a mom... she is a natural, and you can tell she loves that little Maylee more than anything, just as it should be. :)
I made my year of canning absolutely nothing official by missing the concord grapes. I like to be thorough with my failures... ;)
This is how I feel about winter coming soon. ;) Actually this is my adorable niece, Maylee, and this is how she told me she was done with our photo session. If you look closely you can see Tanner on the left trying to be sneaky and keep her from falling off the chair. It makes me laugh... the whole picture.
I love. love. love. this picture. Love it. Tanner is Brandon's brother, and I see a lot of Brandon in him... and when I see him with his first little baby it brings back so many memories of my husband with our babies, and it almost makes me a little teary. But not teary enough that I want to try that again. ;) I'll just enjoy the memories. It's so much fun to see Brandon's youngest sibling with a baby of his own... time flies, doesn't it? He was just a little kid when we got married. Sigh. WE were just little kids when we got married, come to think of it.
And Tanner's beautiful wife Leisha? It's so much fun to see her as a mom... she is a natural, and you can tell she loves that little Maylee more than anything, just as it should be. :)
I made my year of canning absolutely nothing official by missing the concord grapes. I like to be thorough with my failures... ;) Dad and Mom Smith got us tickets to go with them to the Saturday afternoon session of conference, and it was fabulous! We were sitting maybe 8 rows back from the front... we really couldn't have got much better! It was so neat to wave at the prophet afterwards, and to see all of the apostles so close. We all loved the whole experience, and are really grateful we were able to go. (And only sorry that Mom & Dad had car troubles on the way home and had to get a motel. :(
Life is good. Not perfect, but good. And that's enough.
Monday, September 20, 2010
Sunday, September 19, 2010
I'm a Marathoner
This journey starts sometime months ago when my silly brain said, "hey, you should run a marathon this year". And I tried to tell my brain to shut up, but it didn't... and I asked Annette if she would want to do it too (since we ran our first race ever together, our first 1/2 marathon together, our first Ragnar together) and the crazy girl said yes. So, here we are... registered and stuck. We've got to run this thing or die trying.
Training was tough at times... I had to run some of my very long runs all by myself, but I loved the feeling of accomplishment each time I ran farther than I ever had before. It's empowering. It helped that Annette was running the same training plan as me, and we could encourage each other. I had a glitch when I got tendonitis in my right foot, but since the doctor said I could run on it, I did.
I felt great the week of the race... confident, not worried, ready... until about 2 days before. Then I thought I might throw up, cry, stay home... I was a little nervous. ;) Luckily both Annette and I made it there and we were as ready as we would ever be.
We had fun going to the expo the night before, buying socks and sweatshirts (Annette bought mine because she's jerky that way... sigh, friends. What are you going to do with them? ;), then eating the obligatory pasta dinner (which I paid for, because if a friend is a jerk, I have to be a jerk right back) which was actually pretty good, AND we got to "spin the wheel" and both of us got great prizes that more than paid for our entry fee to the race, even though we both said we never win anything good. (Annette won a camelbak and I won a car organizer thing... it's impossible for me to explain.) Then we talked until almost 10:00... wishing we could talk longer. I miss living with our back yards connecting and being able to hang out whenever we want to.
I actually slept great that night... until I dreamed that I ran 1 1/2 miles of the marathon in high heels and a dress, finally realizing I was running in heels, then running back to the start so I could change into my shoes. I was relieved when I woke up and realized I hadn't started the race yet. It was almost time to get up at that point, so I got up and started to get ready.
We went to the buses that would take us to the starting line in the dark and the cold, and then the bus drove us up to the top of the canyon... and that ride took FOREVER. I kept thinking "this is what we're running... we're running this far, and the bus is never going to stop". We did finally get there, stood in line for the potties, then found the "tent of heat". It was so weird... people mushed together in a tent, sitting or standing, many with their heads down, nobody talking, and all facing the same direction in the dark. I said that it looked like some sort of strange ritual or something, and some dude next to me said "hey, that's what I thought too... I'm just waiting for the spiritual leader to come". He reminded me of my brother Geoff but with long hair. (What I could see of him in the dark).
Then, it was time to start, so we stood there freezing until the guns went off... then it was the slow surge of masses of people moving forward. It was exciting to finally be starting, and it felt good to get the blood flowing. It was cold for quite awhile, and I did wish I had brought gloves.
The first half of the race was downhill, which is nice in a way, but oh boy, I started feeling muscles that I don't normally feel, and it HURT! It was also very hard to judge how fast to go... I knew I needed to keep a fairly easy pace, and not go out too fast, but how do you judge that for your first marathon? It felt easy, I was breathing super easy... so I figured I should go with it. Annette and I were running together most of the race, and we kept asking each other if we were feeling good... and we were.
The scenery was gorgeous, and I had to keep reminding myself to take it all in. We hit mile 13 at 2 hours, which is slightly more than my half marathon time. Probably too fast, but that was a few years ago, I felt good, and it was downhill. I ate a gu at almost mile 9, and 1/2 a gu 14, and was drinking water at most water stations, but not all.
I still felt good at this point, but my hips and thighs were already feeling very sore from that constant downhill. The run was still gorgeous, and I had lots of moments where I thought, "I LOVE this! I'm so glad I'm doing this!" It hurt, yes, but totally manageable. At around mile 18 it started to feel a bit harder. My legs were screaming, and it was getting hot. When we were almost to mile 19 Annette and I parted ways. I would've stayed with her, but I felt like I had to run the exact pace my legs felt like at that point, so I went ahead. (It was the plan from the beginning to stay together only as long as it felt right for both of us, so don't worry... she told me to go). I ate another 1/2 a gu sometime around this point, and part of another a few miles later, but I'm not positive when. (Things get a little fuzzy at this point).
I hit mile 20 at 3:09:06. Things started to hurt even more, and when I got to around mile 21 I thought about my sister chasing me with a knife (that was her way to encourage me... she told me to imagine that at mile 21). It wasn't very helpful... I was kind of wishing that she would catch me with that knife and put me out of my misery. At this point, I totally understood why everyone says the last 6 miles are the hardest. I believed it, but now I was feeling it, experiencing it, living it. It was mostly mental, like everyone told me it would be, because my legs had nothing left. I was determined to continue running to the end. So many were walking, but I wanted to run it all the way... besides the couple of water stations that I walked through (because I could barely hold a cup) hurt so bad to start running again... it was easier just to "run". Around mile 23 we had a short but fairly steep downhill. It hurt so bad I almost cried.
Somewhere around mile 24 I heard someone yell my name, and it was my sis-in-law Melissa, sticking her head out her car window and waving her arms at me. It was the perfect thing at the perfect time... I was having such a hard time at that point, and it was so unexpected and encouraging. She wasn't able to make it to the finish line in time, because of the traffic, but I was so glad she was there, and that she saw me, and it meant so much to me that she would come cheer me on. I cried a little after I passed her. ;)
I was running so slow at this point, but I had to keep going. I wanted to be done soooo badly, and whenever I saw someone along the side with their finishers medal it would remind me that there IS a finish, and I will make it, and I WILL be one of those who are DONE! (Yeah, I was a little jealous of them too. ;)
Finally I turned a corner and saw the finish line. Oh, the glorious, beautiful FINISH LINE. I cried a little right there. It was one of the best things I've ever seen in my life. I ran, looking for my family, and then saw them all of a sudden, cheering me on. It was such a great moment. I. had. finished. a. marathon. 26.2 miles... 4 hours 19 minutes and 37 seconds... and it felt amazing. They called out my name, I raised my arms in victory, and then I was through the finish line. They handed me a medal, I went and got my sweaty, ugly picture taken, and wobbled over to the chocolate milk and bananas.
Minutes later I heard them call Annette's name, and I waited for her to come out of the finish maze. I was so proud of us... we did it! Yet another big racing milestone that we accomplished together. A girl came over to me and told me my family was looking for me over at the side (super nice of her... looking for me for them), and I got to hug my kids, who gave up birthday parties and jobs to come see their mom run through a finish line. I got to hug my mom-in-law, who kept my kids overnight, drove quite a distance, battled crazy traffic, tried to find a parking place, kept 3 kids safe in crazy crowds, and was there to cheer me on. Yeah, she's one in a million, and I am amazingly lucky. I love her so much, and it meant SO much to me that she was there, and that she helped my kids be there. Brandon had to work, and couldn't come, which was SO hard for me, but it all turned out okay.
Annette sat down on the grass, but I literally could not sit down. I had to bend forward, put my hands on the ground, and lower/plop myself down. It was very strange that my legs just wouldn't do what they were being told to do. I needed to take one step forward to hand someone a cell phone, and my leg wouldn't move. My foot was okay the whole race (thank goodness) but was killing me at this point.
Well, I could go on forever, I'm sure... and this has been a ridiculously long post, but I'll try to wrap it up. This was one of the most amazing and one of the most horrible things I've done, which I'm pretty sure makes it a good marathon. It was tough... physically tough, mentally tough, but I feel like I accomplished what I wanted to, and I pushed through, even when it was more than I thought I could do. I am so thankful for all of my family and my friends who have encouraged me all along the way, and there at the race. I know I've put so much of myself and my energy into training and running this marathon, and Brandon and the kids have never ever complained. They put up with crappy dinners, a messy house, and a tired mom, and only encouraged me. I love them. I felt the love and support of all of my friends while I was running the race, and I knew so many of you were thinking of me... that helped so much! Thank you!
I am a marathoner. I've looked 26.2 miles in the eye, and I've finished. It wasn't a perfect race, but it was a good race, and I'm really proud of me. So, the question so many will ask... am I going to run another one? Not next year, but maybe... maybe the year after. :)
Training was tough at times... I had to run some of my very long runs all by myself, but I loved the feeling of accomplishment each time I ran farther than I ever had before. It's empowering. It helped that Annette was running the same training plan as me, and we could encourage each other. I had a glitch when I got tendonitis in my right foot, but since the doctor said I could run on it, I did.
I felt great the week of the race... confident, not worried, ready... until about 2 days before. Then I thought I might throw up, cry, stay home... I was a little nervous. ;) Luckily both Annette and I made it there and we were as ready as we would ever be.
We had fun going to the expo the night before, buying socks and sweatshirts (Annette bought mine because she's jerky that way... sigh, friends. What are you going to do with them? ;), then eating the obligatory pasta dinner (which I paid for, because if a friend is a jerk, I have to be a jerk right back) which was actually pretty good, AND we got to "spin the wheel" and both of us got great prizes that more than paid for our entry fee to the race, even though we both said we never win anything good. (Annette won a camelbak and I won a car organizer thing... it's impossible for me to explain.) Then we talked until almost 10:00... wishing we could talk longer. I miss living with our back yards connecting and being able to hang out whenever we want to.
I actually slept great that night... until I dreamed that I ran 1 1/2 miles of the marathon in high heels and a dress, finally realizing I was running in heels, then running back to the start so I could change into my shoes. I was relieved when I woke up and realized I hadn't started the race yet. It was almost time to get up at that point, so I got up and started to get ready.
We went to the buses that would take us to the starting line in the dark and the cold, and then the bus drove us up to the top of the canyon... and that ride took FOREVER. I kept thinking "this is what we're running... we're running this far, and the bus is never going to stop". We did finally get there, stood in line for the potties, then found the "tent of heat". It was so weird... people mushed together in a tent, sitting or standing, many with their heads down, nobody talking, and all facing the same direction in the dark. I said that it looked like some sort of strange ritual or something, and some dude next to me said "hey, that's what I thought too... I'm just waiting for the spiritual leader to come". He reminded me of my brother Geoff but with long hair. (What I could see of him in the dark).
Then, it was time to start, so we stood there freezing until the guns went off... then it was the slow surge of masses of people moving forward. It was exciting to finally be starting, and it felt good to get the blood flowing. It was cold for quite awhile, and I did wish I had brought gloves.
The first half of the race was downhill, which is nice in a way, but oh boy, I started feeling muscles that I don't normally feel, and it HURT! It was also very hard to judge how fast to go... I knew I needed to keep a fairly easy pace, and not go out too fast, but how do you judge that for your first marathon? It felt easy, I was breathing super easy... so I figured I should go with it. Annette and I were running together most of the race, and we kept asking each other if we were feeling good... and we were.
The scenery was gorgeous, and I had to keep reminding myself to take it all in. We hit mile 13 at 2 hours, which is slightly more than my half marathon time. Probably too fast, but that was a few years ago, I felt good, and it was downhill. I ate a gu at almost mile 9, and 1/2 a gu 14, and was drinking water at most water stations, but not all.
I still felt good at this point, but my hips and thighs were already feeling very sore from that constant downhill. The run was still gorgeous, and I had lots of moments where I thought, "I LOVE this! I'm so glad I'm doing this!" It hurt, yes, but totally manageable. At around mile 18 it started to feel a bit harder. My legs were screaming, and it was getting hot. When we were almost to mile 19 Annette and I parted ways. I would've stayed with her, but I felt like I had to run the exact pace my legs felt like at that point, so I went ahead. (It was the plan from the beginning to stay together only as long as it felt right for both of us, so don't worry... she told me to go). I ate another 1/2 a gu sometime around this point, and part of another a few miles later, but I'm not positive when. (Things get a little fuzzy at this point).
I hit mile 20 at 3:09:06. Things started to hurt even more, and when I got to around mile 21 I thought about my sister chasing me with a knife (that was her way to encourage me... she told me to imagine that at mile 21). It wasn't very helpful... I was kind of wishing that she would catch me with that knife and put me out of my misery. At this point, I totally understood why everyone says the last 6 miles are the hardest. I believed it, but now I was feeling it, experiencing it, living it. It was mostly mental, like everyone told me it would be, because my legs had nothing left. I was determined to continue running to the end. So many were walking, but I wanted to run it all the way... besides the couple of water stations that I walked through (because I could barely hold a cup) hurt so bad to start running again... it was easier just to "run". Around mile 23 we had a short but fairly steep downhill. It hurt so bad I almost cried.
Somewhere around mile 24 I heard someone yell my name, and it was my sis-in-law Melissa, sticking her head out her car window and waving her arms at me. It was the perfect thing at the perfect time... I was having such a hard time at that point, and it was so unexpected and encouraging. She wasn't able to make it to the finish line in time, because of the traffic, but I was so glad she was there, and that she saw me, and it meant so much to me that she would come cheer me on. I cried a little after I passed her. ;)
I was running so slow at this point, but I had to keep going. I wanted to be done soooo badly, and whenever I saw someone along the side with their finishers medal it would remind me that there IS a finish, and I will make it, and I WILL be one of those who are DONE! (Yeah, I was a little jealous of them too. ;)
Finally I turned a corner and saw the finish line. Oh, the glorious, beautiful FINISH LINE. I cried a little right there. It was one of the best things I've ever seen in my life. I ran, looking for my family, and then saw them all of a sudden, cheering me on. It was such a great moment. I. had. finished. a. marathon. 26.2 miles... 4 hours 19 minutes and 37 seconds... and it felt amazing. They called out my name, I raised my arms in victory, and then I was through the finish line. They handed me a medal, I went and got my sweaty, ugly picture taken, and wobbled over to the chocolate milk and bananas.
Minutes later I heard them call Annette's name, and I waited for her to come out of the finish maze. I was so proud of us... we did it! Yet another big racing milestone that we accomplished together. A girl came over to me and told me my family was looking for me over at the side (super nice of her... looking for me for them), and I got to hug my kids, who gave up birthday parties and jobs to come see their mom run through a finish line. I got to hug my mom-in-law, who kept my kids overnight, drove quite a distance, battled crazy traffic, tried to find a parking place, kept 3 kids safe in crazy crowds, and was there to cheer me on. Yeah, she's one in a million, and I am amazingly lucky. I love her so much, and it meant SO much to me that she was there, and that she helped my kids be there. Brandon had to work, and couldn't come, which was SO hard for me, but it all turned out okay.
Annette sat down on the grass, but I literally could not sit down. I had to bend forward, put my hands on the ground, and lower/plop myself down. It was very strange that my legs just wouldn't do what they were being told to do. I needed to take one step forward to hand someone a cell phone, and my leg wouldn't move. My foot was okay the whole race (thank goodness) but was killing me at this point.
Well, I could go on forever, I'm sure... and this has been a ridiculously long post, but I'll try to wrap it up. This was one of the most amazing and one of the most horrible things I've done, which I'm pretty sure makes it a good marathon. It was tough... physically tough, mentally tough, but I feel like I accomplished what I wanted to, and I pushed through, even when it was more than I thought I could do. I am so thankful for all of my family and my friends who have encouraged me all along the way, and there at the race. I know I've put so much of myself and my energy into training and running this marathon, and Brandon and the kids have never ever complained. They put up with crappy dinners, a messy house, and a tired mom, and only encouraged me. I love them. I felt the love and support of all of my friends while I was running the race, and I knew so many of you were thinking of me... that helped so much! Thank you!
I am a marathoner. I've looked 26.2 miles in the eye, and I've finished. It wasn't a perfect race, but it was a good race, and I'm really proud of me. So, the question so many will ask... am I going to run another one? Not next year, but maybe... maybe the year after. :)
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Fallow Field Farm Marketplace
I'll be a little bit busy this saturday running a marathon, but I thought I'd let the rest of you know that you should go to my friend Marci's awesome amazing marketplace!
Monday, September 13, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Excitingest Family Vacation Ever Part 2
The thing this post is going to prove more than anything else is that I am officially the worst photographer in the world. I didn't take any pictures... well, these. That's it. Yes, Brandon isn't happy with me. I guess I get a little burned out sometimes and I just want to enjoy myself without looking through the eye of the camera.
So, after Dayton we went to my mom & dad's in Bountiful for more pampering, spoiling, and fun. And now that I've waited so long to write this part, I can't remember as much detail, but I do remember that it was nice. Thanks, mom & dad for always being happy to have us come (or putting on a good show of being happy ;), and making beds and giving us whatever we ask for.
Monday morning we went to the Clark Planetarium to see the IMAX 3D show. Cooper especially loved it, and it was super cool. Even I couldn't stop myself from reaching out to grab something every once in awhile. ;) We also toured the conference center, and saw all the different colored lights they put on the organ pipes. It was cool. We did all of the other temple square, beehive house, etc. stuff, and it was really neat. I loved visiting with the missionaries there, and talking to sisters from all over the world.
We had a few not-so-fun moments, as you can see from the face of our second child in this photo, but overall it was a great trip. We got to swim in the motel pool, which was oh so exciting, and I discovered that my swim bottoms were transparent in the back. Yes, that is a fun discovery. I won't be wearing them again. We ate lots of good things, and especially enjoyed Cold Stone. I know there was so much more that we did, but my mind is completely blank right now... see, I waited too long to post this. Just know that it was truly the most exciting vacation e-vah.
I did do a photoshoot with Brandon's cousin's wife and daughters, so I wasn't a complete waste of a photographer. ;) They were so so cute, and I loved getting to know them better.
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