A Perfect Home

What makes a perfect home; is it the square footage, the state of the art electronics, number of rooms?

A Perfect Home is:

• Doors left open because everyone is in and out.
• Neighbors popping in randomly, bringing treats or just wanting to chat.
• Children running around, those that belong there and those that are there just to play.
• Full of stories and laughter.
• Full of service and good examples.
• A place to let your creativity grow.
• Shared with others.

Friday was the Funniest day ever!!

Friday morning I slept in pretty late, I'd been up late knitting these-

I decided for easter to make little knit bracelets for my sisters with these cute chickies on them (the extra blue one is for a headband for my friend Traci since I never finished her hat)

So I slept in till Eleven and then after quickly getting ready I went with my Dad, Sister and Brother to the Carl Bloch exhibit. http://www.carlbloch.com/ Such amazing works of art, I loved them all and loved reading the captions to learn about what he was trying to convey and special things in the picture to look for.

Couldn't take Pics of the Carl Bloch Exhibit but this was another exhibit in the Museum!!

BOOKS!!!

On the way to drop younger brother at older brother's house we all stopped for some In'n'Out YUM!! Second time in 2 days though lol.

Burger Bracket was also this day and it was at Hires in Salt Lake (I think I will do a seperate post about this since it deserves a lot of detail) This is my friend Mel's creation and I need to do it justice. On the way to burger number 2 for Friday I picked up some friends - first Jessica then Diane, last but not least was Brittany. I went a new way to Brittany's house and went too far south, Diane thankfully noticed and we figured we would just turn around. Easier said than done- I was in my neighbor's truck and I saw a dirt driveway right next to a cement one and figured I'd just pull partway onto the dirt side and turn around onto the cement one. I didn't factor in the rain and snow from the last couple days. We slid A LOT!!

Sideways and forward and all over the place we slid.... I freaked out and they just laughed. Finally I found the 4 wheel drive and we were able to back out of the driveway. (not before I ruined it) We picked up Brittany and drove back to view the damage and get this pic. One of these nights the 3 of us plus Brittany are going to take leave them cookies and an apology note)

One of these days I will....

• stop staying up late to knit
• finish all my prejects before I start new ones
• scan the last photo I have of me and my Aunt Carol into the computer so I can write memories and have that photo in a post
• stop texting Kristy only grumpy stuff
• post pictures of all my knitted stuff
• file my taxes
• be an & on Traci's blog
• catch up on 30 rock

some may take longer than others - but here is to optimism

It's Only Inappropriate if I Lick It.....

I'm sure this isn't the best title of this post, but when I think of Randy Noorlander this is what I think about. It all happened when my friend Melissa and I were driving her Dad to Chemotherapy. Here is the story:

Melissa and her sister Mariah were driving their Dad (Randy) to Chemo and asked if I wanted to come along, after they dropped him off with their mom they were going to do some shopping. On the ride to the hospital I was telling about how my phone background always got some smart aleky comments, especially at church. (it's a picture of Jacob Black Shirtless). One guy in particular asked me, "Isn't that inappropriate?" Her Dad always joking, even when in pain, responded, "You should say it's only inappropriate if I lick it." I'll never forget that summer day, all of us laughing and me promising to say that next time.

On February 14th Randy Noorlander lost his battle with Cancer. Leaving behind a loving wife and 4 amazing kids. One of which I am lucky to call a friend. What an inspiration this man and his family has been to me. He coached his kids soccer teams since they were little and my sisters were lucky to be on their teams. His funeral was filled with people telling about how he served his whole life and how much he cared for others. Here's to you Randy, you will never be forgotten.