Sunday, June 29, 2008

you asked for it

I wanted to wait until i had taken a machete to all of the grounds and planted flowers and and and. But all of you know me too well and know that isn't going to happen anytime soon. One day during "open swim" i started hacking away at the bushes by the pool and cut through some big electrical wire. I didn't die but was forced to remember the old saying, "a husband doesn't see three hours of chop chop only cut wire." Therefore being a beast that can only survive on a steady diet of validation - i have left that project.

So here are just some quick pics I ran outside (and inside) and took. I didn't clean, i didn't touch up. They are just raw and naked. Exposed. Earthy. Weedy. Perhaps these photos are better explained through a lyrical dance. I'll call Mia Michaels. She's award-winning you know. She has won awards. She's a winner.

Saturday, June 28, 2008

all done

finally. sheesh. that was a huge project. now i'm all burnt out and don't have to do anything else ever again. ever. even write a whole sente

Friday, June 27, 2008

in my very yard

there's quite enough deer for one like me. there was another mom and a baby playing with these ones but they ran away before i could army-crawl with my camera over to them. This one's name is Jason the She-Deer. The other mom is "Friday". THey are always around but I hadn't seen more than one baby until today. hip hip!

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

Utah Blog Lunch

Hey people!

Melanie and I will both be in Utah next week (I get in tuesday night) and want to get together with all of our friends who get on this blog. Actually, I don't know if melanie wants to. Maybe she doesn't. I was going to ask her when she called on my birthday, but she didn't... kidding. kidding. I kid because I love. I didn't call me on my birthday, either, so who am I to judge?

So, maybe in Salt Lake one day? Let me know if you are interested.

Monday, June 23, 2008

Roll Call!

Who is in Hayward, CA and Mt. Pleasant, Michigan? It seems I always get on at the same minute as hayward. There's a bunch of places I don't know. Why don't you guys introduce yourselves?

Do you guys hate that I spy on you? It's love-spying.

Like a stalker.

just some pics

This is our "deefer". He comes about every night and isn't afraid of us. When I was painting, he came right up to the screen door where i was. I kinda wish he was scared of me.

These are my chicks. I make cute people. They are such fun and cute girls. I admit, Camryn was tough one for about six and a half years, but I think we have figured her out and this new no-sugar camryn is amazing. (Yes, her hair is green) She is sweet and helpful and hasn't lost her quirkiness. She writes a lot of stories these days and they crack me up. Her latest is about a boy king duck and a girl king duck that get married and struggle to unite their kingdoms. I asked why the girl duck isn't a queen and she said,"because she is a king!" So now I know.

Preslie is a crazy little lady. She is a perfect experiment in the "it takes a village" theory. She has many moms and many dads. She doesn't prefer anyone over anyone else. She loves everybody. I think she was sent to me when she was because she was going to have to have TWELVE different moms while I was sick. Sometimes I get a little sad that she's not a mamma's girl, but I wouldn't trade her being everyone's little girl for anything.

Sienna has always been sweet and good and way too grown up. Reading is her passion now and we'll often read the same books and then get to talk about them together. SHe finished Little Women and it's her favorite. Check out her shelf:

I didn't get any great pics of Mason because my camera isn't fast enough. He's a wildman. I'll keep trying, though.

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Tagged from Denmark

I haven't been tagged before, so how can i resist Marianne? I love feeling like I have a friend on the other side of the world. Hooray for cancer that made Mel make me a blog that helped us find each other. I left the questions in Danish, too, because it is such a crazy-looking language. I wish I could write my responses in Danish - but alas, I'm not as smart as Marianne.

Hvad lavede du for 10 år siden?
What did you do 10 years ago?

Ten years ago I was living in Provo, Utah. I was almost pregnant with Sienna and Jaymee had just graduated from BYU but had been turned down for med school. It was a sad time, but ended up being a huge blessing because we got to spend one stress-free year together. We both just worked and played a lot. He was able to be around for my first pregnancy and also really got to bond with Sienna before he started school again. He has been so busy since then. I think it was the glue we needed to get through all that was in store for us. I'm so glad Heavenly Father sees the big picture and always has a better plan for us than we could make for ourselves.

5 ting på to-do listen i dag
5 things on my to-do list today

Finish Bazzill's summer catalog
Go more miles than Brittany (I'm catching up!)
Paint some more of my living room. My friend once told me he hated painting with the fire of 1,000 suns. I now understand.
Laundry, laundry. Always laundry.
Mow that one little strip of grass that I somehow missed a few days ago. How did I do that?

Snacks jeg kan lide
Snacks I enjoy

Cinnamon bears
Dark chocolate milky ways
Rainbow sherbet ice cream. Mel said that "comfort foods" aren't necessarily mashed potatoes and cornbread and such - it's more like the foods you ate as a kid when life was easy and you felt safe and taken care of. I think that's why I went through 200 bowls of rainbow sherbet when I was sick. When I was little, my dad would scoop us up some almost every night and my brother Travey and I would mix it to see what color we would get. For some reason we always acted surprised when it was light brown. It was ALWAYS light brown.

Ting jeg ville gøre hvis jeg var milliardær
Things I would do if I was a billionaire

Pay off all our student loans and other debt. I guess that's obvious.
Go to Denmark
Buy Jeff a new practice out here
You know, there is so much good that could be done. But I could think of things that might not do as much good, but would be fun, fun. I'd like to go to restaurants and pick tables at random and anonymously pay for their meals. Or go to a car dealership and pay for someone else's car. "Put it on my tab." Do things so that people get mail that says,"someone already paid your property taxes this year." or "You got a full-ride scholarship because you held open the door for someone toting 4 kids a couple weeks ago." It would be SO FUN to go around and seek people out to secretly help. And not just poor people. Anybody. What a blast. Hurry. Give me some money!

Steder jeg har boet
Places I have lived

Phoenix, AZ
North Ogden, UT
Cedar City, UT
Provo, UT
Milwaukee, WI
O'Fallon, IL

I hereby bestow a tag upon (but not limited to) Lexi. Some restrictions apply.

Sunday, June 15, 2008

that's mrs. DOCTOR stroud to you.

Friday night Jaymeson graduated from Washington University's radiation oncology residency program. Thus ending his TWENTY-EIGHT years of school. Sweet. Four years undergrad, four years med school, one year transitional residency and four years radiation oncology residency. Sheesh. That boy can study!

We've had so many beginnings lately, I had forgotten the endings. I was all about NEW. New house. New job. It didn't really hit me until Friday that he really was graduating and done. End. Wow. I am so proud of him that I could burst. I know first-hand what kind of doctor he is. They passed around an email to his department and asked for a word or two that came to mind when they thought of Jaym. They said he was the best-dressed, hottest, nicest boy scout. (Luckily for me, the one who said he was hot was a gay guy.) They said lots of nice things about him. Sometimes I don't whether to burst with pride or stand up and tell everyone to BACK OFF - he's taken.

I'm so lucky. He has handled so much of this without ever acting like it's too much. He has always made time for us no matter how hectic his work got. He has helped me with my job and supported me in my stressful times, too. He is an awesome dad. Not only my kids, but all the kids we know are crazy about him. He's so much fun.

Some other things you might not know about Jaymee:

He is a dynamic figure, often seen scaling walls and crushing ice. He has been known to remodel train stations on his lunch breaks, making them more efficient in the area of heat retention. He translates ethnic slurs for Cuban refugees, he writes award-winning operas, he manages time efficiently. Occasionally, he treads water for three days in a row. He is probably the best soccer player in the world and perfectly understands the laws of physics.

He can pilot bicycles up severe inclines with unflagging speed, and he can cook Thirty-Minute Brownies in twenty minutes. He is an expert in stucco, a veteran in love, and an outlaw in Peru.

Using only a hoe and a large glass of water, he once single-handedly defended a small village in the Amazon Basin from a horde of ferocious army ants. He plays bluegrass cello, he was scouted by the Mets. He is the subject of numerous documentaries. When he's bored, he builds large suspension bridges in our yard. He enjoys urban hang gliding. On Wednesdays, after work, he repairs electrical appliances free of charge.

He is an abstract artist, a concrete analyst, and a ruthless bookie. Critics worldwide swoon over his original line of corduroy evening wear. He doesn't perspire. He is a private citizen, yet he receives fan mail. He has been caller number nine and has won the weekend passes. Last summer he toured New Jersey with a traveling centrifugal-force demonstration. He bats .400. His deft floral arrangements have earned him fame in international circles. Children trust him.

He can hurl tennis rackets at small moving objects with deadly accuracy. He once read Paradise Lost, Moby Dick, and David
Copperfield in one day and still had time to refurbish an entire dining room that evening. He knows the exact location of every food item in the supermarket. He has performed covert operations for the CIA. He sleeps once a week; when he does sleep, he sleeps in a chair. While on vacation in Canada, he successfully negotiated with a group of terrorists who had seized a small bakery.

He balances, he weaves, he dodges, he frolics, and our bills are all paid. On weekends, to let off steam, he participates in full-contact origami. Years ago he discovered the meaning of life but forgot to write it down. He has made extraordinary four-course meals using only a Mouli and a toaster oven. He breeds prize-winning clams. He has won bullfights in San Juan, cliff-diving competitions in Sri Lanka, and spelling bees at the Kremlin. He has played Hamlet, he has performed open-heart surgery, and he has spoken with Elvis.

Now he has graduated from his radiation oncology residency.

I couldn't be more proud. Or a bigger plagiarist.

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

is my blog like this?


Because if it is, THAT'S AWESOME! ha ha ha ha.

Monday, June 9, 2008

oh, i don't know, just stuff mostly

We've hauled some barges in our day. My mom came to visit this past week. She's a hoot. We were on our way to Grant's Farm and she said,"I want to go inside the Arch!" So we turned off the freeway and went to the Arch. While we were finding parking, she said,"Ooh! I want to go on that boat!" So she got us tickets for the Tom Sawyer riverboat. It was really fun even tough we didn't learn a thing about Tom Sawyer. We learned about coal. Lots of coal is transported down that muddy water. Asphalt, too!

We were so overcome with exciting barge facts that we didn't end up going in the Arch after all - which is ok by me. I've done it before. You have to hunch over inside a "Mork-calling-Orson, Come-in-Orson" egg with your knees touching the person across from you and crying kids on your lap. When you get to the top, it's like an airplane without seats and you might get a chance to look out the tiny windows if it's not too crowded. Claustrophobia! (Wow. All my life I thought that was claustERphobia. Thank you spell check. Thank you.)

It was great having Mom here. I wish so badly we lived by each other. Rip off. We love her so much. I was very sad to see her go. She was the best person to be the first to see our house. She's a great gusher. It was so fun to show her. She went on and on. One night Mason came in yelling,"there's a DEEFER on the porch!" So we went and looked and there was a huge raccoon out there hauling our garbage can away. I don't know why it's a "deefer". We saw a turtle and a bunch of cardinals. We also saw a baby deer prance around the front yard. And a rainbow and singing and fairies that granted us wishes. I love my house so much.

So our pool is open and has been full of people. I'm pretty sure we're the only one in either ward with a pool - therefore it belongs to the Stake. That makes me happy. Then I don't have to feel guilty about being the one with the pool. The young men have already had an activity here; the young women are coming tomorrow and the young women from the other ward are coming next week. For everyone else, it's swim day every wednesday from 12 -5pm. See you here! If you want to come another time, feel free! Gimme a call. Only I'll probably send my kids out to swim with you. They practically die if they have to go a day without swimming. You can tell from Camryn's green hair.