Letter #1

Dear My Life,
How are you? I'm okay. We've been living at my sister's house for awhile because our new old house is not done or near done or will be done any time soon. That's fun. Sister is very nice and they have a new new house with heat and soft carpet and a big large TV that plays pinocchio and Tom and Jerry and Mickey Mouse on demand. Heaven.
One day my husband had a birthday. It was last week. I got him a big mac to celebrate. With cheese. Does cheese come on a big mac? Did I make a fool of myself at the drive thru when I said "Big Mac with cheese?" Didn't think about it at the time, I just really wanted to surprise him with an extra special treat. With cheese.
Another day I took a shower.
And then another day we went to Thanksgiving Point and saw the new soil to market exhibit that is MORe than awesome. Plus there was a worm farm, some chocolate milk and baby rabbits.
None of these days had any writing. Except for the grocery list that was actually quite literary. I tried to show not tell.
Oh and I had an awesome interview with lovely friends Sara Zarr (New Book ONCE WAS LOST released on that very day!! Can't wait to read it) and Emily Wing Smith last Thursday. It will show up sometime in Salt Lake City Weekly. My hair was very sleek.
I think that's almost all of everything.
I hope things are going well for you. Like you aren't so depressed that you wish you were rollerskating in hot pink sweat pants instead of scraping off wallpaper and being impatient with the people you love. I also hope you are eating healthy foods that are made with things like carrots. Maybe we should get together soon for lunch or a swim or something.
Much Love and Marriage,
Ann Dee

P.S. Please attend to two year old who is crying that he has "a lot of boogers, Mommy. Get them, get them."
P.P.S. Remember how Debra Schubert has a blog and had an invited guest on her blog named Daisy Whitney and Daisy listed Everything is Fine as a part of her YA indoctrination list? Remember that? That was the best. Thanks Debra and Daisy. Do you want to come to lunch or for a swim too? Okay.

Jewel

The first day of college, I almost threw up. I don't even remember what the classes were, what the homework was, how huge the professors seemed. All I remember was I wanted to die.
So I called my mom.
BAWLING.
I'm coming right now, she said.
What? I said, mid-sob.
I'm coming to get you.
Fifteen minutes later I was in her car.
Where are we going?
You'll see.
What about work?
It's fine.
Then she pulled into the movie theaters.
My mom and I saw GI Jane at 1:30 in the afternoon on a Monday afternoon. We even got popcorn.

He found his halloween costume at a really clean restuarant

P.S.

Here we are. A perfect example of us. Dressed up a little more. But the same.
Thanks Macy.
We love these.
More to come.

The sun will come out

I am moving to Ptown.
I am not having a nervous breakdown.
I am not getting the fabulous marmoleum floor because I can't find enough remnants.
But I might do this:
This is a cork floor and we want to do it because we are not very organized. This way we can tack notes to ourselves all over the floor.

In other news, do you think we should paint our wood floors? A la

My stylist Kathy says yes. Cam says no. I say ?????? I mean think of the possibilities.

Thank you and goodbye.

P.S. Do you ever bawl in the car and your two year old says "Why you sad, Mom?" and you say, "I don't know why. I just am," and then he says, "don't be sad, mom" and you say, "i'm trying not to be" and he says, "mommy? do you hear ms. hannigan singing to you? Don't be sad," because the annie soundtrack fixes everything in your house? Does that ever happen to you? Not us. That's weird.

Okay Dudes

I've been saying dudes lately. Like "Hey dudes, get in the car." Stuff like that.
The other thing I've been doing is buying a new old house that is fun to think about but not so fun to actually buy (as in the process almost rolled us out). but now I have lots of choices because the kitchen was gutted so we need a new one.
BUT
dilemma. No money funny.
So
here are some ideas.

This is from a diary of a Vermont Eco Builder.

I want a floor like this because I like it and because it's made up of remnants of marmoleum. Only problem is I don't have any remnants of marmoleum. Do you?

I also have to either wallpaper my soontobebought fridge and dishwasher or paint my oven and microwave. Here's why: I bought a bisque (which means not not white) oven and microwave on KSL because they were SUPER cheap but now I can't find any inourpricerange appliances to match (plus, do I even like bisque? Don't know). So I can have mismatched appliances or I can do stuff something crazy. Here is a wallpapered fridge:

Care of designsponge
And here is a painted oven:


Except it won't look that good because that's a wolf range that is professional and more money than my house and I would be doing it by myself with epoxy spray paint and masking tape. So what do you think? Wallpaper or paint? My stylist who is Kathy is against the wallpaper because she thinks I won't be able to pull it off (not literally because guess what, you can pull it off eventually and then put up new wallpaper). This is a big statement from Kath who is not afraid of anything weird. So I'm leaning toward the paint.

And where can I find a table like this for free?

That is all for now.

Let me tell it to your ear, Mommy.

Today V told me he had a secret to tell me about clowns, giraffes and elephants.
It was crazy.
Wish I could tell you.