A Dozen {Luuuhv} Eggs

There were no big gifts or trips for our anniversary this year. But that's usually when we have our most memorable moments anyway. I think we will both remember this one for a long time.

I gave Chris a dozen eggs. At the restaurant. He was a bit confused (and a little embarrassed, I think.)

A dozen ovum of adoration.

But they weren't just any old eggs. No, sirree! Inside each egg was something I love about my dear husband. One for each year we've been married.

I blew out the egg whites and yolks. After letting them dry I inserted the paper. I filled the holes with extra-think butter cream frosting.

He wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with them. I think the best he could hope for was that they symbolized I would make him breakfast in bed for 12 days (or something to that effect.) I had to tell him to break them open.

Lingerie on your anniversary? Cliche. A real chick wears a smile.

You should've seen the look on the waitress's face as she brought out our appetizer and saw Chris busting the shells of what looked like a carton of raw eggs.

Chris made history as the first husband told to not walk on eggshells - break 'em apart, baby!

A Dozen Things I Love About You

1. You are the most patient person I've ever met.

2. You are incredibly humble.

3. You make me laugh and you laugh with me.

4. Almost 40 and still hot, hot, hot . . . need I say more?

5. I love that you sing.

6. I love that when you sing you take on a slightly British accent.

7. You are the smartest guy I know, especially when it comes to the important stuff.

8. I love how your eyebrows twitch and you blink more when you're in public.

9. Your smiles are always sincere. I can see it in your eyes.

10. I love to watch your hands while you play the piano. It's honestly one of my "top things to see." It makes me feel so special that those hands have blessed me, held mine, and rocked my babies.

11. I love the way you kiss me.

12. I love belonging to you. I am so proud to be "your girl."

Happy Anniversary

November 7, 1997

Halloween 2009

What Do You Do...

. . . when it's 108* outside and you've just run 19 miles?

Take a nice cool mud bath, of course!

29 August 2009 at the Stake Mud Football Activity

Our new stake has a fun tradition of flooding one of the local farm fields for a mud football game and mud playground followed by a barbecue. It was so much fun to get in the mud and get dirty!

We weren't able to stay for the dinner because Brandon learned, once again, that it is prudent to listen to your mother when she tells you to wear shoes in Arizona. He only walked a short way barefoot before they started to blister. Chris gave him his shoes and then his feet also blistered.

Despite the sore feet and some trepidation from the younger children, we'll be back next year. Heck, even taking "showers" with the hose in our backyard to clean off was fun :D

I've Been Running Down The Road . . .

Not in Winslow, but somewhere in Arizona.

My friend, Lisa, and I are training for the St. George Marathon. This Saturday we ran 19 miles together! This will be my second marathon and her first.

I am so proud of the progress she has made. When we started she had never ran more than a few miles and never without walking. That was only about 6 months ago!

You are one amazing woman, Lisa!

Did I mention she is also the mother of 9 children, (including 3 teenage girls; which I think should count as 2 each :P) ?

A Limerick About My Day - Enjoy :D

"I am feeling artsy," she said,

"So many ideas in my head...

"But there they will stay,

"No art for today.

"I must clean the toilets instead." :P

Prickly Pear Chair

What Chris and I saw while driving through a Phoenix neighborhood: A swing that would be impossible to sit on, let alone swing in, due to the cacti surrounding it and, in some spots, poking through it.

Okay, while technically probably not prickly pear cacti, they are like the tall versions of them. And either way, does this front yard swing really say "welcome, have a seat" to you?