Happy Hallo-weenie!

Here is Pearl in her little Halloween costume.

Isn't she the cutest bumble bee you've ever seen?!

As you can see she absolutely hates clothes, but mommy loves her in them!

We just want to wish everyone HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Happy Birthday Brother!

Yesterday was my big brother's birthday. The big 30!

So here's to you brother. Hope you had a great day and got lots of presents! I thought I'd post a photo of you with a gun in case anyone had thought of calling you old.

BANG!

Too many paint fumes.

I moved to a new place last weekend. For a week now I've been doing a lot of painting. I think the fumes are starting to take a toll on me.

The image of the ducks and the hot-air balloon were painted in the kitchen. Today...they disappeared. I couldn't help but write a little note to Dave before I shot the ducks and popped the balloon.

Hello.

I'm a caterpillar. Someday I will turn into a butterfly, then someone will win the Nobel prize, then they will buy a wiener dog and a Delorean. All because of me...the caterpillar.

I guess you had to be there.

Paperback divorce.

It was the best of times, it was the worst of times....

It was a time, not that long ago, before bed I would read a little from a book. Now every night before I go to sleep I tool around on the Internet. Another soul sucked in to the endless clutches of technology. I'm sorry little book, so sorry.

See, more change.

change

I think about change. Sometimes it is good, sometimes not. But it is always present.

This is my 100th post. A few things have changed since I've started my little blog.

In no particular order:

Seasons, my jean size, my hair color, my profession, my marital status (kidding-just seeing if you're paying attention), the number of fish/snails in my aquarium, the number of instruments I own, how much I love my puppy (it is even more now), my feeling of welcome, more friends have babies, I've made some new friends, I feel like I've lost a good friend.

Happy 100th, little blog.

Pipe dreams.

If I were home, I would have probably just picked up this irrigation pipe so the harvest could begin (glad I'm not home). While the white plastic pipe is nice because it wouldn't burn your hand, it is quite a bit heavier and more awkward than the metal pipe. While I don't miss the picking up and laying out of irrigation pipe, this photo has some sentimental value.

Hi dad.

Here.

Here I:

found dinosaur bones, learned the hatred of laying out pipe, learned the bigger hatred of picking up pipe, drove tractors, almost got left, watched dad working on a diesel motor...time and time again, described my perfect horse, hunted, went sledding, moved cows, was a sand bur magnet, rode with dad in the combine, helped build a chute, miss with all my heart, began.