Note to Self

This summer, make sure you cut a crap load of wood. Then you won't have to spend your mornings searching the woods for dead, seasoned sticks. Even though you have a little companion to follow you around, 15 degrees is not your friend, nor is it awesome when your nose hairs freeze. 

For real. Stock up wood this summer. You will thank me later. Just avoid ticks. 

Some Nonsense

This morning I went outside to take some pictures for a project my mom, my sister, and my self are working on. I was walking along when I heard a *squeak* under my foot. I paused mid-step and turned to see what the heck made such a noise. Then I saw it. Half buried under the dead grass was a a poor, lifeless bunny. 

Except it wasn't. 

What I thought was a bunny actually turned out to be a long lost chew toy of some sort. Don't ask me why I thought I was a dead animal. Bunnies don't squeak and dead things don't either. But whatever. 

Redirect. My family has been over pretty much all day taking down a tree and chopping and stacking wood for me. They are the bomb.

Pretty sure my dad is telling my mom to stay back. 

Pulling the tree down. 

That's how we do Monday. How was yours?

This is a Life Blog.

This is a life blog. Because I have one. Sort of. Really! Mostly I started this blog just for me. I have a blog for our awesome house and my semi-awesome furniture-upcycle addiction, but nothing for like, me. So here I am. Rock me like a hurrican'! No, don't. I don't like hurricanes. Either way, you can love it or leave it!

I was born in Long Beach, California (shout out to my homies!) but my family moved to Provo, Utah when I was four-ish. As a result, Provo is the city I claim, though I'm not sure it can really count as a "real city". More on that later. 


I moved to Missouri two years ago today (Happy Anniversary to me!), got married four months later, got pregnant two seconds later, bought a house two months after that, and however many months later, baby came along. 

Living in rural Missouri presents about 13,249,000 challenges for one who grew up in a city, albeit a fake city. I still have my "townie tendencies", like wearing high heels even though my driveway is made of gravel, dressing up to "go to town", and wearing pink because I can. I can't wait to share! 

PS. This is just the most recent/decent picture of me. Missouri looks nothing like the ocean. It's in the Midwest, guys.