Friday, June 19, 2026
That’s the Power of Love
Wednesday, September 10, 2025
If you know...
September Writing Challenge - Prompt #2:
IYKYK
(If you know, you know)
The love and convenience of kitchen shears.
I just got a new set a few weeks ago, and my admiration for kitchen shears is renewed. I like to have at least three pair because I use them multiple times a day.
One might wonder how I could possibly have such a need for kitchen shears, but IYKYK.
Sunday, April 7, 2024
My Bird Era
There are a lot of memes and jokes about how you start to like birds when you get old. I didn’t think it would happen to me, and yet, yesterday I found myself slowly creeping toward the bay window in my living room to get a closer look at a downy woodpecker in my tree without startling it.
When I was a teenager, and Scotty was on his mission, his mom would often take me on bird watching adventures. We went to the Great Salt Lake, the dump, Tracy Aviary, and various bird refuges. I don’t know why I went - I had no interest in birds, and honestly, I suffered. I must’ve been bored and lonely.
I never thought I’d give a hoot about birds (see what I did there?) but then in 2020, I ordered the bird-inspired board game Wingspan for myself for my birthday, and a pandemic hit and made life so slow and boring that birds suddenly became one of the most exciting parts of my existence. I downloaded the Wingsong app that lets you scan the cards from Wingspan and hear the bird calls. Then I downloaded Merlin Bird ID, which helps you identify birds by either sound or photo. I started going places to purposely look for birds - like the Great Salt Lake Shorelands and the Bear River Migratory Bird Refuge. I even went to the dump and got an annual pass at Tracy Aviary.
We put birdhouses and bird feeders in our backyard. We ended up getting rid of the birdhouses, though, because we had a few batches of baby birds die in them, and we felt like murderers (and cleaning them out isn’t fun). So now we feed the birds, but we don’t provide them with lodging.
I’ve also become very set on taking photos of uncommon birds, as if I’m going to need to prove someday that I saw a grey heron by Target (true story). There’s a technique that anyone who takes photos of birds can relate to. You have to start taking pictures from way far back just in case the bird flies away. Then you sneak closer and take another photo… sneak closer and take another photo…sneak closer and take another photo… until the bird flies off. Which it will. Because birds do that sort of thing.
So I unintentionally became a bit of a bird nerd. In fact, my friend Lynsie gave me a bird themed gift for my 40th birthday with a Bird Nerd shirt, a Nice Tits mug, and a bird sticker pack.
But here’s the thing… sometimes I still hate birds.
Like in the summer when there are hundreds of them in our front tree every morning, and they chirp for two hours straight (4:00-6:00 am).
SHUT UP, BIRDS!
And when magpies perch on our window frames and peck at the siding of our house.
And when geese leave their big, green, juicy turds all over the sidewalk and grass (sorry I got so graphic there).
And when robins dart at my head and ruffle my hair because they laid eggs in my yard, and I have the audacity to go outside and try and water my garden.
And I really don’t like grackles. Them and their weird, beady eyes, and their parking lot lifestyles, and their annoying screeches.
Ugh. Birds. The relationship is complicated.
One thing I have to say about birds, though, is that love them or hate them, I really stink at identifying them. Thank heavens for the aforementioned Merlin Bird ID app because without it, I’d just call everything a penguin, much to my mother-in-law’s dismay.
The app is probably what has made bird watching the most exciting. It’s really fun to walk through a park or other bird-y area and scan for bird songs to see what’s around. A few years ago at Young Women camp I got out of bed really early and was tiptoeing around camp between everyone’s tents like a creeper holding my phone out as it scanned for birds. To anyone who doesn’t know what I’m doing when I’m scanning for birds (which is mostly everyone) I probably look like a total weirdo.
So even though there are some things about birds that still annoy me, I’ve mostly crossed over to Bird Enjoyment. I guess you could say I’m in my Bird Era.
Wednesday, August 16, 2023
Mom and Dad Til the End of Time
Back in May, Scotty and I went on a quick trip to Disneyland for our 20th Anniversary. In some ways, this made us feel young, wild, and carefree. But then when I saw the photos (like the one below), I was like, "Oh dear! We’re so old!" (said in Sultan voice)
The photos made me realize that, even when we don’t have kids with us, we are a mom and a dad. I mean, look at us!
I am such a mom! And Scotty is such a dad!
We were never supposed to be like this. We truly believed that we would always be cool and “with the times” (nevermind the fact that we weren't ever cool when we were actually young).
Here are some things that Scotty does that make him such a dad:
He wears an ugly hat to keep the sun off his head and neck.
He eats whatever our kids leave on their plates.
When people drive fast up the street, he goes out on the porch and gives them the stink eye.
He tells dad jokes. Example:
Me: I’m going to run to the store and grab some milk.
Scotty: It would be faster if you drove.
He falls asleep anywhere, any time, and then he wakes up randomly and yells at everyone because he thinks they’re misbehaving, but they’re really just doing normal, non-sleeping things.
He has a dad bod.
He thinks everyone needs to be in bed by 8:00.
He yells at the neighbor’s dog from inside the house.
He pushes the lock button for the truck at least three times before he goes to bed.
He waves at everyone who drives by (as long as they are going the speed limit).
He digs coupons out of the garbage can.
He’s always telling us how much the cost of gas went up in the last 24 hours.
Here are some things I do that make me such a mom:
I ask my kids and all their friends if they are wearing sunscreen.
I answer to, “Mom!” even when it’s someone else’s kid.
I force everyone to eat my snacks.
I ask things like “Have you pooped today?” “Is there a chance you’ll start your period on vacation?” “Did you flush?” “Did you say thank you?”
I think driving a mini van is a real treat.
I tell my kids that drinking water is the solution to every problem.
I wear hideous knee-length shorts.
I went to high school with my kids’ friends’ moms.
I have Bandaids stashed everywhere… kitchen drawer, wallet, glove box.
I stand outside of bathroom stalls and say, “Every last drop! Make sure you get EVERY. LAST. DROP!”
I’ve picked out my oldest children’s spouses.
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There’s no getting away from it. We are what we are. Mom and Dad til the end of time.
Sunday, July 9, 2023
Small and Simple Excitement
You might have noticed that I have a lot to say lately. I’ve been pumping out blog posts left and right, and I have several drafts underway. I don’t know where this comes from, but I’ll just keep going until I hit my next bout of writer’s block.
Today I’m feeling inspired by Garbage Day.
I love Garbage Day. Enough so that I’ve made it a proper noun - capital G, capital D.
Garbage Day.
(Weird things I do at 7:00 am: go out in the street and take photos of my garbage cans, then add fake lens flare so it appears that the sun is shining down on them like a blessed gift).
I always feel really good about life when I get all the trash out of my house. I often refer to it as “cleaning the arteries of my home.” Do you realize how lucky we are that we can put garbage out in front of our house and have it taken away? Can you imagine how quickly things would get out of control and unsanitary if we didn’t have this amazing privilege?
During COVID, Garbage Day was the most exciting day of the week. Even though it’s not quite as exciting as it was during those days of lockdown, I still always look forward to it.
My overexcitement for Garbage Day got me thinking about other ordinary things I’m abnormally enthusiastic about:
Thing 1: Fresh black top and paint lines
I get so excited whenever I see a newly coated street or parking lot with crisp, vibrant paint. It’s so pleasing! So visible! So amazing!
Thing 2: When new “Readers Choice” books are released at the library
Our county library system releases a list of books twice a year that patrons can read and vote on to determine a winner. There is a special shelf for Readers Choice books, and they get tons of fresh copies of the books (which gives me the same satisfaction as new asphalt and paint on the road). They issue a pamphlet that lists all the books with their synopses. I always get the pamphlets and look up every book on Goodreads and make a list of the ones I want to read. I have found several amazing books from this (as well as a ton of dumb ones, but one of the great things about Readers Choice is that they select a wide range of genres and interests to appeal to).
The newest Readers Choice books came out last week! My list is ready!
Thing 3: Buy one get one free coupons
Need I say more?
Thing 4: Dogs with their heads hanging out of car windows
I don’t think there’s anyone happier on this earth than a dog with its head hanging out of a car window. I can’t help but experience complete joy whenever I see one! And I’m not even a dog person!
Thing 5: New plates for my plate racks
I’m still really happy with the plate racks Scotty and I built for our kitchen a few years ago. I love finding and trying new plate arrangements. Changing the plates for the holidays and seasons brings me joy, and I find most of them at the thrift store or on clearance, so I don’t even feel guilty if I display them one time and donate them right back.
Thing 6: Becoming familiar with audiobook narrators
After listening to audiobooks for the past several years, I recognize the names and voices of many narrators. There are ones I love and ones I don’t care for. And the sad thing about this is that there are very few people I can have conversations on this topic with.
One time I geeked out because I found someone else on this earth who could list off several books narrated by Julia Whelan, and we both sat there flapping our hands going,
“Oh yes! She did some of Kristin Hannah’s books!”
“And she did, like five of the books we’ve read for book club!”
“You’re right! I didn’t even realize that, but yes! She read The Giver of Stars and Educated!”
“And The Measure and the Invisible Life of Addie LaRue!”
“I don’t like how she does men’s voices, though.”
“I agree!”
“Do you want to talk about Imogen Church now!
“YES!!!”
Thing 7: Squirrels in my neighborhood
Dug is my spirit animal. When I see a squirrel, nothing else matters. Especially if it is leaping from fence to tree limb like a fuzzy, little acrobat!
Thing 8: Thrift store finds
I love a good thrift store purchase! Especially when it’s exactly what I’m looking for! But I also have a special place in my heart for the totally weird things I find second-hand, like this gem:
Thing 9: Hearing or seeing birds around my house that aren’t “the usuals”
The most common birds in my yard are sparrows, starlings, doves, and robins, and they’re all old and boring to me. Anytime I see or hear a bird that’s not one of those four, I get really excited! It’s especially thrilling to see a bird of prey (except for turkey vultures because they hang out down the street from us - ever circling). Every few years we’ll get a peregrine falcon or a hawk stalking our chickens.
Thing 10: When my kids are interested in something I like
My kids mostly think everything I love and enjoy in this world is old and outdated, but every now and then, we will have a common interest, and it can be very delightful. You like a song from my junior high days? Yippee! You want to watch Lost with me? Maybe you really are my daughter!
I have to play it cool, though, and I can’t let them see my excitement.
Thing 11: Every blooming flower and every inch of growth in my garden
Confession: I love my garden. Like, really, really love my garden. Every little blossom and every little sprout makes me so happy.
Thing 12: Beating Scotty at board games
I wish it happened more often. I don’t want to win every time (that would be boring and predictable, and I still want to be challenged), but I wouldn’t mind if the tables tipped a little more in my direction.
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I hope you have something small and simple to get excited about today!
Wednesday, November 11, 2020
Managing the Monsters
You may recall that a monster was recently unleashed when Scotty and I built some plate racks to hang over the kitchen table. Shall we call it the "Plate Monster?" It's not a very exciting name, but it fits the situation. Anyway, the newly dubbed Plate Monster surfaced, and I have since wanted to buy every plate I see.
The Plate Monster walked away from these plates at WinCo a few weeks ago and wondered if she would regret it. I ask you... what is a Plate Monster to do? Today I was able to purchase them at 75% off - $1.22 each! A win for the Plate Monster!
(The Plate Monster bought monster plates!)
I've got to get this Monster under control because there are other monsters surfacing now. Like the Christmas Decor Monster who wants to put out the Christmas decorations and the Shopping Monster who is always operating at full force this time of year.
Combined, the Christmas Decor Monster and the Shopping Monster are dangerous, but adding a Plate Monster into the mix is a whole new beast. Not to mention the love children of the Christmas Decor Monster and the Shopping Monster: the Holiday Candle Monster and the Puzzle Monster.
Must... buy... all the candles...
Must... buy... all the puzzles...
I need Marie Kondo and Dave Ramsey to stage an intervention.
"Spark joy!"
"Live like no one else so later you can live like no one else!"
I also need to stay home and cancel the WiFi so the Monsters won't be tempted... right after my scented candle order arrives this afternoon.
Thursday, June 25, 2020
An Amateur’s Chalk Art Tutorial
- Soft pastels
- Cheap white chalkboard chalk
- Black pastels
- Foam for blending and smudging
- Baby wipes or a wet rag for wiping fingers clean
- Hairspray
- Tempera paint
- Paint brushes and rollers
If I end up with too many extra white lines, I use some foam to blend the lines I won’t be using so they cover more easily when I start working with the color.
I usually fill in the "biggest" color first. I don't try get full coverage by coloring with the chalk (this will make the chalk run out very quickly). Instead, I just do a good scribble, and then I use a piece of foam to blend it - which spreads the color and fills it in.
There will be some chalk dust that lingers. I used to try and blow it away or make it settle more into the cement, but it made things messy and sometimes ruined my pictures. I've found that the better option is to leave the dust alone and spray over it lightly with hairspray. Hold the hairspray kind of high so it doesn't over-saturate the chalk. If the colors lighten or fade from the hairspray, touch them up after the hairspray dries. They spray them again.




















































