I was going to take a picture of my barrel of monkeys for Tianna since she gave them to me and I brought them to work and soon EVERYONE was giving me barrels of monkeys -- even though I hate monkeys, even in barrel form. This is what my desk looks like. I don't usually have neon green monkeys hanging from the shelves. In that background I have Gumby and Pokey and my Maltese Playmobil guy. This is not even showing more barrels of monkeys, a little puzzle ball, two dolls and a dinosaur that lives in the Egyptian pyramids.
This post is dedicated to
chance_potd for saying offices are boring.
My church meets at 1 now. Which means it's 4 by the time it gets out. Later than that by the time I finish talking to people. Which means it's nearly sunset by the time I'm going home from church. This is taken from Wasatch Blvd across the valley as I was driving back from church. It's also the only picture I took that isn't of Giselle. You're welcome (o:
Try as I might, I could not get my moon picture to look like Suzanne's! Next time I demand the sky to be overcast. I've been wanting to take another moon picture forever (the moon looks gorgeous rising from the mountains behind my house), but...usually it's visible after I prefer to be in bed or am involved in something else.
Dave and I went to Red Mango for frozen yogurt. It was SO amazingly good. Mine was...I forgot the flavor. Something fruit. And I have chocolate chips and blackberries on top. Dave had a chocolate/vanilla swirl with strawberries and magnos. It wasn't as good as mine, though (o:
After, we went to Hale Centre so I could see The Importance of Being Ernest again (I loved it the first time and wanted to see the other cast).
Once upon a time in either Young Women or Sunday School someone told me that Songs of Solomon shouldn't be a book of scripture and we'd do just as well to rip it out of our bibles. Of course I then had to cross-reference it to a "real" book of scriptures (2 Cor where it talks about greeting one another with an holy kiss). I remember also putting on really dark lipstick and kissing someone's bible on that page once, too, but I don't know who has that copy.
I went to an antique shop with MamaLynne and saw these. She said they were the ugliest things she'd ever seen, so of course I had to have them.
I actually really love them and think I might use them as the theme for when I decorate the study (maybe. So many ideas!). I like how my bedroom has those statues on display right next to some very modern paintings (the black frame on the left). Such a mishmash of styles.
MamaLynne and I went to the hospital because she was having internal eye bleeding (it was pretty intense). This is the parking lot as I hung out in the waiting area.
I wanted to get a picture of the storm rolling, but by the time the clouds were right, enough people had joined me in the room to make me feel to self conscious about taking a picture.
Can anyone spot MamaLynne's car? (o:
Ziggy has decided to talk in a baby voice, cry at the slightest perceived offense, and eat with his hands. We're all hoping it's just a phase.
I actually thought his eating with his hand was funny. Just like I think it's hilarious when the kids SCREAM in their highest pitch. Jenny hates it, so they are forbidden. Those kids can't do anything fun.
I, being the doting auntie that I am, bought Ziggy a toy for when he woke up from his nap. This is his seeing-the-toy face. He loved it and I'm the best aunt ever. I don't remember what the toys are called (Ziggy has to tell me every time)...oh, but luckily google does! I got him Bakugan and I honestly do not understand the appeal, but oh well.
Don't worry, I got Giselle something, too. She ended up with a bright pink Little People airplane (so cute!) and I let her wear my clothes for the afternoon (which delighted her to no end. She loves some of my shirts).




















