FAVORITE.

i think she made this herself. it almost ruins the song. but oh my. i cant stop listening to this one. in my car. dance dancing like a robot. sing singing. in my car. in the shower.

love me some regina.

and this.

hopefully with Sarai and CJ.

and arcade fire too?

these people pick the right bands for their movie trailors.

i will see this film.

and even "us" by regina spektor? and zoey? aw, bliss.

love it. cant wait.

Life Lately.

china china, run, work, china china boom boom, drive and sing, ride your bike, visit brother boom boom, china china. weeo! work. sleep. wake up wake up! summer summer, work. almost fall. sunny good.

this world is our play thing. hum on himi it!

Happiest Date of Birth, you Sparkley Raptor-head, Baby-belly!

Oh, Seester. Look how cool we used to be. Now we're getting so old. 24, right? I sure hope so. And you almost have two kids? Weird. Anyways, I hope your day is like a merry go round with cotton candy and a yellow balloon at the end. And maybe a taco time hat as well. Also I'm sorry that your birthday fell on a Sunday this year. It's sometimes unfortunate when that happens. Sorry that I always wanted to copy you when I was little, its just because you're so cool.

"Happiest date of birth sister dear,happiness will come to you all year, if i had a wish then it would be, a happy happy birthday to you from me!"

that was a song. that i just sang. for you. yep.

LOVE EWE!

Love For Us.

last summer, i was sitting in Brother Bradley Buhanan's sunday school lesson. I raised my hand and tried to express the comment i wanted to state, but couldn't really find the words. Here's what I would have said if i had been as wise. Mine was more so just a jumble of words that went something like "Heavenly Father loved us so much, and had the power to save Christ from the atonement, but thought of his love for us before saving his favorite son."

THIS GUY SAYS IT BETTER. (I THINK.)

"In that hour I think I can see our dear Father behind the veil looking upon these dying struggles until even he could not endure it any longer; and, like the mother who bids farewell to her dying child, has to be taken out of the room, so as not to look upon the last struggles, so he bowed his head, and hid in some part of his universe, his great heart almost breaking for the love that he had for his Son. Oh, in that moment when he might have saved his Son, I thank him and praise him that he did not fail us, for he had not only the love of his Son in mind, but he also had LOVE FOR US. I rejoice that he did not interfere, and that his love for us made it possible for him to endure to look upon the sufferings of his Son and give him finally to us, our Savior and our Redeemer. Without him, without his sacrifice, we would have remained, and we would never have come glorified into his presence. And so this is what it cost, in part, for our Father in Heaven to give the gift of his Son unto men"

-Melvin J. Ballard, "Sermons and Missionary Services of Melvin Joseph Ballard", comp. Bryant S. Hinckley [Salt Lake City: Deseret Book Co., 1949], pp 153-55

Little Pieces.

Little tiny pieces.
all jumbled in a pile.
one is a heart for love.
its chucked a million miles.
its battered, torn and trampled,
but still has a real big smile.

another is a little cube,
all perfect on the sides.
not perfect from the in,
but in her you confide.
she works and works and works and works,
and she will find the him.
she's got the beauty and the faith,
and she will surely win.

one is a never ending circle.
spinning round and round.
always coming back and forth,l
ike a swing.
but hardly makes a sound.
soon it will have adventures,
and roll into the one.
but for now it simply swings,
and pokes around at fun.

another is a twisted sunny triangle.
with an angle lost.
but soon it will be replaced.
soon it will be forgot.
for now she sings sweet happiness,
because it's hers to own.
shes twisted and she's tossled,
but never losing hope.

and there's other new ones too,
all round and square and bent.
these random broken pieces,
were surely heaven sent.

I am buying this!

When it comes out.

On June 23rd!

Yay for more regina goodness!

http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=105518205
I also love the cover quite a lot.

weeooo!

Happiest Birthday, my leetle Defamsbue!

Samuel Hardman Taylor.

sometimes, your grams turns 80 years old.

Does your granny happily beat the crap out of a pinata? Mine does.

UP!

If you haven't seen it, please do. It might be my favorite Pixar movie made so far. Actually, I'm pretty sure that it is. It's heartwarming, and YOU need to watch it.

Good days in the Esteegee.

just another good picture of me and the nuggetcakes.

someone should probably teach me to post my pictures and make them look normal.

until then, they'll be jumbled like this. but this is a good jumble, i'd say.

happy summer.

Oh, and guys,

In case you were wondering.
because I was wondering...

It was a TUMOR. just, hanging out in my twisted, kinked, and dead fallopian tube.

and yes, they did take it outta there for me. I'm quite sure about this part, because I asked the nurse at least eighteen times in the recovery room.

AND

i'm alive.
and can still reproduce!
with my one happy ovary and my one happy fallopian tube.

Yipee! They best stay happy. I like them better that way.

happy ovary(ies)=happy kids.

plus my patriarchal blessing says i'm having some.

lets just hope they're tumor and kink-free.

at least we know they'll be good looking.

I want to climb the great wall of China

NEXT YEAR.

oh, and while i'm at it, I think i'd like to teach the leetle squinty-eyed children some English.