Autumn Time

Perhaps I take pictures of this same lovely stuff year after year, but, oh, my goodness–I can’t help myself.

I wander around out back thinking that I’ll just snap a couple of pictures, and be done with it and then something magical happens.

Nothing is as it was last year. The greens seems way brighter…

the red, so much more brilliant…

and when did the juniper bush grow those pretty little pods?

New browns and greens and yellows and reds that Autumn has never, ever come up with before!

All crisp, all unique and all beautiful…

just like every, single year.

My Boy’s Bucket List

When my Daney-boy told me that he was taking is sweet little family to Boston–AND to his first actual Patriot’s game–well, I knew something special was in order. I grabbed the appropriate colors of my favorite Caron yarn and got to work. With three different patterns and some embroidered patches from Ebay, Papa Bear, Mama Bear and Baby Bear had some awesome new hats for the special day.

As you can see–they were a hit!!

Of course the Patriot’s did their part too and put on an unforgettable show right where my boy could see it, up close. Good job, Tom Brady!

Colts 24 / Patriot’s 38

“Take family to Patriot’s game–”

check.

Happiness–

double check.

doTERRA Convention Coming Up!!

Because the doTERRA Dream Convention is coming up THIS WEEK, it got me thinking back to the doTERRA Alive Convention that we attended a few years back.

It was wonderful to meet up with our sweet friends…

and sit for together for THREE whole days…

just soaking up all the incredible new oil information…

and the science behind it all.

We filled whole tablets taking notes, without missing a beat. WAAAAY too much info to just trust that we wouldn’t forget.

But this, this was easy to remember…

and all this happiness, it was easy too.

 

 

The actual doTERRA Dream Convention is totally sold out now. But if you’d like to watch the Live Stream from the comfort of your own home–in your jammies even, click below for more info. Join us!!

doTERRA DREAM Convention 2018 Live Stream

My Cheeto Girl

If you’re a Cheetos connoisseur– like Miss H and I are, then you know there are many ways to eat them that are considered “proper” depending on the circumstance you find yourself in.

For instance, there is the dainty “Nibble, nibble,” most often used to avoid embarrassment at large gatherings, where people insist on talking to you, even when your mouth is full.

Then, there is the the voracious “Starved Wolf,” made popular at family barbecues when the chips are out but the meat is still frozen.

And who can forget the Cheeto-fangs-beat-plastic-fangs “Vampire,” method seen at scout camps and sleepovers for the last four decades?

You’re on your own to visualize these particular techniques. Sorry.

One of my personal favorites, as our girl here is demonstrating, is the “Seagull” technique. You know, an actual Cheeto in one hand and the other–and entire ARM, if possible–securely poised in the bag, making it impossible for anyone to take what is rightfully yours. Somewhere off in the distance I hear those charming aquatic birds squawking, “Mine-mine-mine-mine-mine-minemineminemineminemine…”

Hey. A fresh bag of Cheetos can do that to a person.

Creepy Little Things

I used to positively adore seeing Blue Jays. We never saw them when I was growing up in Los Angeles, and then very rarely ever saw them in Utah. So then when they started showing up–we all got really excited. They really are a beautiful bird to look at–until you get to know them.

What I didn’t know, was that they are not very friendly things and they don’t work and play well with others. In fact, when Blue Jays show up–most of the other birds leave. Not because they can’t share space and trees and food with the Blue Jays but because the Jays chase them off. They are a predatory bunch and will raid the nests of other birds and destroy the eggs or anything else they find to make the sparrows and robins pack up and go. Makes me really kinda mad, to be honest.

In fact, I’ve had the sweetest little sparrow family right under these eves that have built their nest in the framework for as long as I’ve been here. But see this little creep? He is trying to run them out.

I’ve banged on the window and hollered at him and he just looks at me like a naughty kid, saying “Whaaaat?”

So you know, right after I took this last picture I grabbed a broom and headed out to the porch.

Showed him what.