This week in pictures

Nut is working so hard at napping, which is hard when mom is crocheting and


Luke is playing hard,


Lucas, the most handsome boy.


Opps, it fell in paint bucket.

Picture of my afghan. Im still working on it.

Frosted Flakes and Cabernet

Yes folks, its 11:30 at night and I am chowing down on some frosted flakes. Oh, and I am having a glass of cabernet with it. Who says cabernet and frosted flakes cant go together? At least its not 8 am and I washing my cereal down with wine.
I had every intention of coming home and taking pictures of my new project, a crocheted afghan for Luke and blogging away. A few glasses of cabernet and I am writting about Frosted Flakes. The wine makes me lazy, that and the fact that I am looking at Dale in the big comfy computer chair and thinking that me, the blankie, and Peanut need to join him doesnt help. Its one of our favorite late night rituals.
Not too much has been going on. Luke is away at his dads this weekend for a funeral. (Lukes step-grandpa passed after a couragous battle with cancer). Dale and I also went, but Luke wanted to stay with dad (aka "the fun one"). I know its hard for Megan (Lukes stepmom) to lose her father, especially since her mother passed from cancer about 5 years ago. I feel for her.
Enough with the sadness though.
I hear the red, comfy computer chair calling my name. Its a call Im gonna answer. Good Night All.

Tired....Oh So Tired

I have never known the meaning of the word until now. I have been helping Dale paint at the house, working, being a mom, being a girlfriend, a dogowner, a daughter, a sister. Will it ever stop?! I literaly almost begged Dale for 10 more minutes of sleep today, and now here I am at midnight posting and preparing to work a double tomorrow. But I cant complain because Dale has been by my side working just as much (actually much harder) than me. And for that I thank you love. So please excuse my nonpostyness. I have been camera happy so that I can put some fun pictures on here, one of mine and Luke's toes (fun), but I am lethargic and ready for bed.
Alright, one picture!

Stop and smell the flowers

These came from my flower garden today. I used bulbs, my first time and now I wish I would have used all 150. I love fresh cut flowers.
Today was a day spent outside. I did not have the camera in my possesion or I would have journaled it through photos.
Lucas and I spent the morning playing soccer and then cut the grass (my first time ever and I mastered the riding lawn mower). I also got some much needing weeding done today as well.
While on the lawn mower I discovered a blackberry tree and a raspberry bush growing wild. Dale ate a handful but I am waiting to see if hes okay tomorrow before I eat any. (Thanks for being our berry guinea pig honey)
Tomorrow will be spent with Dale and Lucas at the construction house, so I should have some exicting pictures tomorrow.

Hello, My Name Is Linus.

Yes, shocking as it may seem I am in my 20's and still sleep with my blankie. Cant sleep without it, sad isnt it? Whats really sad is the despair that my blankie is in. It is actually see thru and has holes. You may be asking "Why not get a new blankie?" and the answer is that I have tried but none of them compare to mine, kind of like a blankie soulmate. There is one other blankie out there that resembles my own, but is owned by my nephew (same age as me). It hasnt even ever been used, and is still yellow, unlike my own. I have literally begged my sister for this crucial replacement with no luck. I occasionally look at this treasure in my sister's linen closet and contemplate stealing it but my morals get the best of me. As sad as it may seem my blankie is a part of me and I am sure that my grandmother appreciates that at least one of her quilts did not get made in vain.

Pictures of my Lucas

Here are pictures of the cutest boy I know:

A Tribute To My Father:

Franklin James Wallen
1938-1992

A Little Girl Needs Daddy
Author Unknown

A little girl needs Daddy
For many, many things:
Like holding her high off the ground
Where the sunlight sings!

Like being the deep music
That tells her all is right
When she awakens frantic with
The terrors of the night.

Like being the great mountain
That rises in her heart
And shows her how she might get home
When all else falls apart.

Like giving her the love
That is her sea and air,
So diving deep or soaring high
She'll always find him there.



There is not a day that goes by that I do not think of you, Dad and wish you were still here. It saddens me to know that our time was cut short, and that you will never take Lucas fishing or walk me down the aisle. I wasn't done being your daughter yet. I will carry you with me forever, and keep you alive in my memories.

Why cant I look like the supermodels on the magazine?

That is the 8th wonder of the world. Its probably because my life is to chaotic and busy to sleep, let alone find time for the gym or dust off the treadmill in the living room. Or maybe because I have noone to hold me accountable for not trying. Lets face it, looking like the girls on the magazine cover is an unobtainable goal, but excercising and eating healthy should be a top priority. The body is the car that drives you through life, and without regular maintaince breaks down. I often look at my mom and wonder if she had taken better care of herself would she still be the same person. She can barely stand for any length of time and can fracture bones with mearly a sneeze. (She has severe osteoporosis) I am scared of becoming this.....scared that one day my car will break for good. So I am making a vow that from today forward I will think of my future and live healthy, not only for my sake, but for my loved ones as well.
This is my goal, one I will post on ocassionaly so that I WILL be held accountable. I WILL incorporate excercise and eating healthy into my daily routine, not for weight purposes, but to ensure my "car" lasts longer than my mothers.
P.S. Mom, I love you and your "car".