Lukey B.

Ok, so I stole these directly from Big Daddy's blog. But we're family, so it's all good. Look how cute he is!! These are my favorite photos so far...
I think I'm gonna call him "Sweetness."

Happy Birth Day Baby Luke!

My sister Big Mama had her baby today!

Luke was born around 1:30pm today and weighed 8lbs, 6oz and is 20" long. He is so beautiful ya'll! He has these tiny little blonde curls all over his head and the trademark HUGE family eyes. He looks a lot like his daddy. I'll post pictures of him as soon as I can... his daddy will be posting tons of pics on his blog probably tomorrow.

Advice

Here guys. This is for those few of my male friends who are still single. I'm sure ya'll are already doing fine, but I thought I'd share anyway.

updates and random facts

I've been listening to "When You Come Back Down" and "Hanging By A Thread," by Nickel Creek for weeks. I love them! They're those make-you-wanna-be-in-love-with-a-man-who-understands-you
kinda songs.
*sigh*

Strange fact: Every guy that I dated (this includes going on just one date), had a crush on, or who had a crush on me in Provo, is now either married, engaged, or seriously dating someone. With the exception of Jon Harmon. What does that mean?

In Baby News:
My sister, Big Mama, is officially 9 days overdue. She had an appointment to have her labor induced on Friday, but the hospital has been so busy that they told her they'll call her when they have an opening. Seriously, she had to make a reservation at the hospital and now she's on stand-by. She started school yesterday and sat through classes for 5 hours.

Natalie and Lewis had a baby girl on Thursday. I'm not sure about the spelling, but her name is Hailey Dawn and she weighed 6lbs, 3oz, was 18" long, and has blonde hair like Lewis! Both Natalie and Hailey are doing fine.

Do It!

Please sign this petition.
Or at least take the time to find out what this is about.

This is very very important.

700Women.org


Thanks ya'll.

Fickle

WARNING:
Another random hair blog.

I've spent the last 6 months patiently growing my highlights out and my hair is finally 93% my natural color...

...and I think I want to lighten it again. But like really really blond. You know?

Geez. It's days like these that being a girl is rough. I start buying tons of mags and being extra-grumpy and craving lots of cheese and nearly giving in to the urge to over-tweeze.

Who knows? Next week I'll probably go all Reese on ya'll.

"Fickle, fickle, fickle..."

Photo op

I need pictures!

I was looking through my photos and realized that I am lacking photos of a lot of my friends. So, I am officially requesting that my friends email or regular mail me photos of themselves. My email addy is in my profile. If you happen to know for a fact that I don't have a photo of you, PLEASE send me one. If you're worried that we really aren't that tight and you don't think I want your photo, you're wrong. If you're reading this and I don't know you, I don't need any photos. Really.
Chris, Ritzy, and Nama, I have tons of you, and Kimbolicious, I've got a few of you too, but you're welcome to send more. I have a few with Kat and Em, but they're ghetto. Ward directory photos don't count, I still have my old directory. Please ya'll?

Thanks bunches!

P.S. If I don't get any, I'll probably cry. No pressure.

Pleeeeeease make it stop!

This is one of the most frightening things I've ever seen. I really can't stand this girl as it is, but flaunting her painfully bad fashion and obvious discomfort in her own skin in a magazine is way more than I can bear. I'm gonna go puke now...

Monsoon

7.20.05 Mother Nature has always been my Muse. I can't write properly without her. The first rain of the monsoon came today. It doesn't drive the heat away as I'd hoped; it just pushes it around. The gigantic pine in my front yard has begun its wild rain dance. It makes me feel small as I sit cross-legged on my porch. The lightning glints off the rain and each drop becomes a firefly. I've always found heat and rain comforting. But this heat is oppressive. It takes no prisoners.

I wrote that a couple of weeks ago while I was sitting on my porch reading and watching the storm. It has cooled off since then. It's been about 15° cooler, it's down from the 115° days we were having. It rained all night and all day today. The rains are nice. Except for the puddle in our basement.

Nate

My brother and I stayed up all night on Friday talking. Our conversation was deep and multi-directional. We talked about our personal struggles. We addressed negative influences and how to combat them, the need to make a difference in the world, the interconnectedness of the human race. He told me that his best friend just started doing cocaine. He is hurt and upset by this news. We talked about my brother's own drug use and the struggle of watching people we love hurt themselves.
My brother is a wise and spiritual person. He makes mistakes like all of us. He is often more in tune with the earth and the world around him than most people. He is kinder and more forgiving than me. We spoke of health and pure food, how toxic substances such as drugs and unhealthy food can impair judgment and life. How arrogance and apathy create war. How running away from a country that makes mistakes is not the answer, neither is breaking her laws. The beast must be healed from within. The healing has to come from our own homes, through our education, our love for a country built on beautiful ideals, our refusal to accept the status quo and to turn a blind eye to injustice, through our activism and our votes.

My brother told me that I have been the greatest spiritual influence in his life.

I was so deeply touched that I didn't know what to say. We sat quietly for a moment. I told him just that. He told me he has drawn on my wisdom through his whole life; the conversations that we've had through the years have influenced and sustained him. I sat across from him, feeling very unwise, and very unworthy of his praise. I thought about my struggles of late, the struggle to reconcile all my parts, to find balance in my life, to look really really deep and find my essence. I told him I feel unwise. That I look back at the little girl I was at 12, the wise and resilient child, and want to ask her what I should do next. Want her to show me the proper path. He laughed and reminded me that she is me. And that I'm even wiser now.
I really want to believe him. I feel like there are so many layers to my experiences. I'm trying to look back on the whole of my life and reconcile my experiences and learn from myself. I'm grateful to my brother for that night. I realize that being near him, and the rest of my family, is helping me to harness my essence. They remember the Me that I have sometimes put aside. The parts of me that have lay dormant while I've tried on different hats and different experiences. I'm grateful for every experience of my life. For the many paths that have brought me to this place. I'm excited for the next stage of my Journey. For the experiences that lay ahead. I feel like I'm at a jumping off place. There is so much to learn and see and do and be. I want to learn and see and do and be it all.

Ready...

Set...

Indeed

I found a half-empty bottle of tequila and a shot glass in my freezer while looking for ice cream.

Yesterday, I spent an hour reading about politics and world issues and two hours reading celebrity gossip. Luckily, I only took notes on the world issues.

I sometimes wonder if my sister will EVER have her baby.

I'm shocked every morning to find that yes, my foot still hurts terribly. Maybe 3 weeks is a little long to wait before getting an x-ray...

When I'm stressed out or not feeling particularly well, I have to fight the urge to go makeup shopping. Sometimes I'm unsuccessful.

I find Scottish accents undeniably sexy.

I watched 3 movies that I did not like and would never recommend last week.

I would rather have a tooth extracted by a homeless man than step foot in another Wal-Mart.

Useless Information

Since I'm sure ya'll are dying to know (yeah right)...
This is more or less what my hair looks like.
(Jon, my love, I only cut a few inches inches off.)
Actually this is more, rather than less, what my hair looks like.
Well... this is nearly exactly the same.
But I think mine's prettier.
Cuz mine's a li'l bit darker.
And tons shinier.
And I think I'm prettier.

Not that I'm vain or anything.

Well, maybe I am.

Deal with it.

aaahh!

truly.

befuddled

I have made a decision.

To never say I promise.

Because there are very few promises in this world that are in our power to keep.

And very few words that one can promise that they will never say.

I promise to never make promises and to never say never.