Little Sidda Cameroo

Sid's getting baptized this Saturday at 4:00 at the Bany building. Since we have not been to our ward, in what seems like months now, I wanted to send out an invite to everyone. Sid is very excited for her big day and would love to see you all there.

Service or Snow Boarding? That is my mormon movie title.

Yesterday I had the great pleasure of informing Mason that he could not go snow boarding with his dad because he needed to keep his commitment to help with the scouts service project (pulling weeds). He was not happy about this at all. I definitely was feeling the guilt of bad parenting. Not because he didn't get to go snow boarding but because he was throwing the biggest fit he has thrown in years and how could I have possibly raised such a spoiled little booger. I wont go into the details of the fit because I'm sure Mas would be incredibly embarrassed, but I was slightly disappointed that he couldn't immediately understand that he was a lucky little boy for getting to go boarding as often as he does and that service is more important. Then I had a flashback moment. I tried to imagine how I would have reacted to this kind of news at age 9. Let's just say I'm sure it wouldn't have been pretty. While Mason did have a hard time for a few minutes, he willingly got up early this morning to go pull weeds without one word (or nasty look) of irritation. I was very proud of him and just kept reminding myself that parenting is about teaching not overindulging. It was kind of hard though.

I warned ya

I've decided my first blog back needs to be exceptionally boring. So here it is.

I have a dilemma. I can't stand perfume! I love the idea of perfume. I need all the help I can get, but I can't handle it. It makes me sick to my stomach. Just so you know I don't hate perfume on other people. If it is really strong I may have to move away slightly, but I'll scoot closer when it wears down. Don't you worry! I would love to be that women that strolls by and leaves an amazing scent as she goes. But to this day I cannot find a perfume that I like on me. I just can't seem to find a wet dirt and dill perfume, or slightly chlorinated water splashed on hot bricks perfume, or old book closet perfume, or ground chalk perfume, or... well you get it. I don't want to smell sweet, fruity, flowery, or like anything off my baking shelf. Is that so bad? I've been conducting a lengthy unsuccessful search. I have even smelled every scent I can find from I Hate Perfume. Guess what? It all smells like perfume. I'll admit It's a tad closer to what I'm looking for and I haven't been able to find all the scents. So there is still hope.
I would love to know if there is anything you all have seen (or smelled) that you think I might like.

It really is not fair to Chris. He loves perfume. I also really love cologne on him. He wears Cool Water. The best men's fragrance ever known to man. I don't care if it is sooo two decades ago and you can buy it at Ross Dress For Less! Nothing is better than a whiff of Chris's neck when he gets home from work. A hint of Cool Water and salt. Is that too much information? Sorry.

I think I need to create my own line. Does anyone know how to get started on that? I always get nutty looks when I try to explain this to others though. I think I might be my only customer.

I freshened up my blog color. Can you tell? Just so you'd know I'm still alive. I'm sorry I haven't been blogging (for those who pretend to care). I'm just boring right now, Ok.

Happy Birthday Dad

Some of my favorite Dad memories are...
*Playing tickle monster as a child, hiding behind the clothes in his closet until he would eventually find us and then we would get our guts tickled out.
*being surrounded by poetry. He was and is always quoting something. Not quietly either!
*hay rides
*Stampede
*He always told me I was a hard worker, which made me always want to be a hard worker.
* going on long bike rides (he would never turn one down) wishing I could keep up. He was in his 50's. I was a teenager.
*I swear he never missed a game (softball).
*seeing him give my Mom a little kiss whenever he got home from work.


LINES AND SQUARES by A.A. Milne

Whenever I walk in a London street,
I'm ever so careful to watch my feet;
And I keep in the squares,
And the masses of bears,
Who wait at the corners all ready to eat
The sillies who tread on the lines of the street
Go back to their lairs,
And I say to them, "Bears,
Just look how I'm walking in all the squares!"

And the little bears growl to each other, "He's mine,
As soon as he's silly and steps on a line."
And some of the bigger bears try to pretend
That they came round the corner to look for a friend;
And they try to pretend that nobody cares
Whether you walk on the lines or squares.
But only the sillies believe their talk;
It's ever so portant how you walk.
And it's ever so jolly to call out, "Bears,
Just watch me walking in all the squares!"

Drum roll please

So here are a few pics from the wedding. I tried to get some of the decorating details.
This is the dance floor. Most of the night that is where the crowd was. Everyone else was by the heater!

The entry (or half of it at least). I thought the greenery was understated but gorgeous. Oh, and the sparklers! There are definitely no dull moments with the Vials. I'm not posting the shot with the big sparkler fire.

These next two are taken at the photo booth. The idea was to give some added interest and another activity upstairs. While it was beautiful, let's just say we ended up not needing more activity upstairs. I loved this area though. I got some fun shots.


The candy bar got rave reviews from a lot of the guests. I thought it looked scrumptious. The bags below were used for the guests to fill with whatever candy their little hearts desired. And of course add the thank you sticker for closure.


And last but not lest our little program. I think it was Brother Vial's idea to have some sort of schedule to help people know what was going on. It was a great idea. I thought since the reception was held at the apple barn that this was a cute way to incorporate the schedule and apples. It also added an extra touch to the tables.

There was plenty more I didn't get pictures of. I loved how the lanterns looked on the stair case. Although the bride did get her dress caught in one. Oops! I also loved the signs leading up to the barn (thanks Justin). They were beautiful. After the first hour I should have added a light underneath them. Dang it! I learned a ton being involved in this project and I obviously still have a lot to learn. I hope I get a lot more chances to study up.

On a more serious note (and I've warned you before it's hard for me to be serious on my blog, so this will be short). Many thoughts and prayers go out to the Barfuss family. Here is the story for those who haven't heard it yet. Ross and his younger brother Lance helped get the barn ready for the reception. I have never seen more helpful and hardworking boys.

Vial & Hardy Wedding

The festivities have come to an end. I had a blast while helping to decorate the Vial wedding. Thanks to Paula & Kenni for letting me help. It was fun getting to know you guys a little better. What a fantastic family!

(my head has successfully reattached itself to my body)

'til next time

I wont be posting until next week when I get my head put back on .

My creative brain hurts

I have been having a blast jumping from blog to blog. There is some seriously amazing things out there. So many things to try
(crafts and stuff not drugs). I want to try this

and this

Anyone want to take a calligraphy class with me?
And so many more things I find online. It gets a bit overwhelming.

But now on a serious note. Does anyone else have a hard time with all the new concentrated laundry detergents out now? It just feels wrong to pour a mere tablespoon of blue liquid into the washing machine. I keep using too much so all the good efforts of saving the planet by cutting down on plastic bottles are going to waste.

Stud Muffin

Mason has officially been asked out. As in "Will you be my boyfriend?". The girl called him on the phone to ask "the question" and you should have seen Mason's face. Luckily Chris was home because I was no help at all. While I was in a fit of laughter (Mason giving me the what the heck should I do face) Chris stepped in to let Mason off the hook. He calmly told Mason to tell the girl that they could be friends but he was not allowed to have a girlfriend. This news was music to Mason's ears. Mason calmly repeated what his dad had said (verbatim) and then hung up the phone. Poor Mas was so embarrassed, and I quietly chuckled for the rest of the day.