My Happy Place

But could also go with this one 

Yes please!

The memories... 
ALSO this one, and this one

The Voice


She just started a new job at Amazon, bought a new house, oh and got married. 

But yesterday she called me just to see how I was. 

And I told her great.. and she knew better.

Eventually I hung up the phone feeling so much better. 
Thanks Linds!


Goodbye Well Fargo

I hate Wells Fargo with a horrible burning passion. 

Earlier this week I switched banks. I have been in there twice 
and they all know me by name and I am loving my choice. 

I looked into many banks and their banking policies before making my decision. 
For me there seemed to be a clear choice. 

One problem. 
 I went to write a check today and guess what?

 Um seriously?
How am I suppose to write my tithing check out,
and honestly hand it to a member of the bishopric,
knowing they are going to see my pooh bear checks?


Evil Reese of Doom

My adorable brother Logan drew this picture of me a few years ago. 
Tender isn't it? 
You can tell that he really looks up to me,
and has a tender spot for me in his heart.


An Ice Cold Fanta

There have been a lot of crazy, and by crazy I mean really sad and heartbreaking, things happening in the life of my friends. Sometimes it weighs just a little heavy on the heart because I want nothing more than to be able to make everyone's troubles go away. And a lessening of my own heartbreak wouldn't be refused. I have had more than one friend remark to me that what we all need is a beer.

The other night Kyle, Katy, and I were heading home after a night of adventure and Kyle says "I can't wait to get home and crack open an ice cold Fanta." But he didn't have one on hand so we headed to Smith's where he got his Fanta and I got a Neuro Bliss. If it does what the label claims (eliminates stress and promotes happiness) then we are in business.
Umm. I am not sure it worked because I drank it the next day at Education Week classes. So I think that being with a very dear old friend, and studying the gospel all day, I wasn't going to feel stress anyway. It is great that there is a drink that will reduce our stress and increase happiness. But guess what?

What we really need is to be able to more fully apply the atonement in our lives. Because the miracle of the atonement is that suffering is not required. That is what Christ did for us. What He needs from us is a change of heart. Sometimes a change of heart can only happen by suffering. So we have to learn how to offer up a broken heart without suffering, or with minimal suffering. Ummm... That sounds real hard and like maybe I won't ever figure it out in this life. Well surprise, that is what this life is for. Until then I am finding that forgetting myself and going to work is a great step in the right direction. Forgetting myself and serving is my ice cold beer, I mean Orange Fanta.


Cinnamon Rolls

My very first post ever on this blog involved the making of my mother's cinnamon rolls.

My mom's cinnamon rolls were perfect and looked something like this

But for some reason whenever Katy and I make them they always kind of look like the cub scouts made them. 

Last night I got the recipe of a friend who's cinnamon rolls are also always perfect. Okay this time we have to get this right. Right? Well I decided to half the recipe but then the last ingredient I put in, the warm water, I forgot to half. So we just do the whole recipe right? Well I didn't have anymore yeast. So I have to run to the store for yeast. We get home and fix it and then realize we need 14 cups of flour and we have a grand total of about 2 in our house. So back to the store I run. Mind you we had somewhere we had to be at 7:30 and the last trip to the store was at 7:18.

We get the dough done and it is rising beautifully and we take off, letting the dough rise while we are gone. We come home to perfectly raised dough. We roll it out, cut it up and place in the pan to rise again. And it is doing it! I didn't kill the yeast this time and I am so so happy. Once they go in the oven we realize we don't have the ingredients for the frosting. This time Katy heads off to the grocery store while I monitor the baking. But after double the baking time they are still doughy in the middle. I am heart broken and saying a little prayer, because I know God cares about my cinnamon rolls. But in the end I gave up and went to bed.

I lay in bed wondering why for the life of me I can't make a decent cinnamon roll. I mean I think I am a pretty good cook but cinnamon rolls are always a failure. I concluded that maybe mom doesn't want me to be able to make them without her. I will just have to accept the perfect cinnamon rolls died with her.

This morning I woke up and thought about putting them back in the oven while I got ready and I decided to taste just one little piece before hand. They were perfect! All the doughiness went away in the night! So thanks for coming and finishing my cinnamon rolls after I went to bed last night mom. Just like you did my project on Norway, and my pinata, and my science fair project on biscuits.



When mom would made me hug my sister and tell her I was sorry for pulling her hair or hiding "Big Pa" I never meant it.


I wouldn't have hid Big Pa or pulled her hair if I wasn't mad at her.

Recently I hurt a dear friend. I didn't pull this person's hair. I did something much worse. I pulled on the heart. I found the thing that would hurt the most and I said it. And then when the hurt appeared in their eyes all I could think of was how bad I wanted to hug and say I was sorry. And I did, and this time I meant it. I really really meant it.

I realized instantly that I didn't believe any of the things I had said. I realized there wasn't a hint of truth in them. But it doesn't change things. Sorry doesn't work as well as an adult. Words that are said remain said, and sorry doesn't wipe them out. These scars remain. 

Recently I was reading a book on forgiveness and I jotted down a line that struck me.  "You don't regain another trust by assuring them there is nothing to worry about but by assuring them that you are doing the worrying for them."

And I am doing the worrying. I worry that I am not the friend I want to be. I worry about who else I have hurt. I worry that things won't ever be what they were again. But worry doesn't fix anything.

I came across this Mormon Message Sunday morning that explains the friend I want to be. 

I want to be the friend who "Assumes the good and doubts the bad." I am not going to be perfect in this life, but I plan on trying my best. And when I screw up, believe me I am going to be doing the worrying for you.



Me: Good friends are just so hard to come by.
Kyle: Whatever! You have known me for like 6 weeks and you love me!
Me: You are certainly assuming a lot.
Kyle: Please! You love me.


"You know that
if I was even slightly straight
I would be married to you by now."

I think I want to frame this 
and put it up somewhere where 
I will see it everyday. 

Because I am FANTASTIC and it is good to be reminded of it sometimes.  
Someday a straight one will get it.


Life is just good when the simple things make us happy. 
Sure there is bad, there are friends that disapoint, and rough days at work...
But it is so easy to just be happy if we choose to be.
Count your many blessings....
Name them one by one.

*Don't you just want to pick Calvin up and squeeze him?


Things That make me miss mom

*Being in the mountains.

*The sound of wind through the aspen trees.

*Kyle's Louis L'amour book on the coffee table. So well read that it is in two pieces.

*Home Depot

*Burger King


*Chain saws

*Animal Control Officers.

*Giggling about boys

*My Logan boy


He Better Be

I have been trying to remember stories about my mom.

If you have one, even one I have shared with you, please pass it along.

Here is one of my favorites:

One night my friend dropped me off late at the house. As I was walking up to bed I heard my dad say "What were you doing out so late? He better not have been kissing you!" Not in an angry way, in a teasing way. Mom then chimed in "If he had you out that late he BETTER have been kissing you!"

Thanks for the advice mom!


Simon McMonkey McBean

Now I love dearly all my siblings,
but something about this little man has me captivated! 
I believe this has been well established in past posts. 

I got home late the other night and noticed my Dad's Facebook status:
"Simon got squished by the tail gate/ ramp on our trailer and fractured his pelvis."
I was FREAKING out but I didn't want to wake anyone who might have a fractured pelvis, or someone who had been in the hospital with the broken boy all day. So I just sat there awake picturing all kinds of horrible things happening to the love of my life and really having no idea how broken he was. I did all I could do. I prayed like crazy.
I called in the morning and found out that my little monkey was playing in the yard and pulled the pin out of the flatbed trailer resulting in the ramp crashing down on his little body. The final prognosis: Three fractures in this pelvis. Hospital stay, followed by 3 weeks bed rest, and then up to two months with a walker. Ask me how you keep a three year old off his feet for the rest of the summer. I don't know. I suppose his parents are figuring it out a day at a time. If he doesn't he risks internal bleeding and or major Surgery.
When I called him in the hospital he told me all about the dinosaurs on the tray they brought his Jello in on. All about the "Metal" balloon Dad brought him that just wasn't worth it. Also that he was done being brave and was ready to go home. 
All I could think about all day was how badly I wanted to be there to just hold him until it was all better, and I am not even his parent so I can't imagine how they were feeling. But they DID get to hold him.  
 I am very grateful to friends and family who dropped by and brought him little packages and to my friend Emily who made ME peanut butter bars because even when it is just your heart that is fractured in three places you'd be surprised how peanut butter bars can speed up the healing.
I also found myself grateful for friends like Matt, Trevor, Lolly, and Drew who go out of their way to get to know my family. 
 This picture warms my heart. Two of my favorite men.  


At The Red Iguana

Me: So anyway I have really been studying the Word of Wisdom Latley... I actually found a very interesting talk the other day that references...

Kayla: Can we not talk about this right now?

Me: Right...

I look over at Kyle as he slices into his steak

Kyle: Do you guys not watch the news? The Dow dropped like another 300 points yesterday. I think this counts as times of famine!

Kayla: I like the way you think.So we still going to Leatherby's after this?



I love this picture.
For one, this was the Logan I remember 
when I could cuddle him everyday... 
and I did.

Second it is the perfect picture of the relationship my mom has with her kiddos.

This is the mom I miss the most.
My Logan boy has been struggling lately.

The poor kiddo was so young when we lost her 
and he simply doesn't remember her. 

So I decided to put together a book for him. 
with pictures and lots of memories.

But when I went to get started 
I realized my own memories are fading.


I needed this!
Thanks Terriyaki Time in Murray, UT


My Trendy G-Pa

I saw this in the store the other day
Is it just me or does it bare a striking resemblance to this ensemble?
Little did I know when I inherited my G-Pa's coat and made it my fishing coat
just how trendy I was.