Bird's Eye View

Jeremy is speaking at a conference in Miami on Thursday and he decided a red-eye flight was to be his means of arriving there. Yuck. I much prefer flying at a time of day I can enjoy the view from the window seat. If you stop to think about it, the opportunity to sit in the window seat of an airplane really is under appreciated. Common people do it by the thousands day in and day out and it is even passed up by many who prefer aisle seats. We take it for granted. Seriously though, we are FLYING. We are 35,000 feet above the surface of the earth and we can look down at it's mountains, canyons, rivers, fields, cities, weather patterns, etc. How incredible is that? Well The NY Times asked for photo submissions from people who do appreciate the view from the window seat. What they got was incredible. I posted a few of my favorites below. See the rest and read the associated article here.

Why is a Yorkie like an Ab Roller?

My friday night plans are to put Gemma to bed, pop some popcorn, snuggle up with my boys (Jeremy & Rockstar) and watch Alice in Wonderland for the second time. I have been looking forward to it all day! I realize a few of the words in the Mad Hatter's riddle above are slightly off. That's because of a little story I have to tell you. When I heard it myself I laughed so hard I cried a little....

Rockstar the yorkie lives a charmed life. He sleeps in the bed with Jer and I every night. (Don't judge me). Well a few times each night Rockstar is struck with a terrible thirst that drives him out of bed and over to his dish. When he returns he whines for help getting back into bed. (Apparently darkness renders him unable to jump up on his own the way he does throughout the day). He knows that darkness also renders me grumpy and unwilling to assist small animals into my bed so he goes directly to Jeremy's side. This has become routine over the years and Jeremy doesn't even have to fully wake up when lending that rascal a hand. That reality became apparent this morning when Jeremy, while rolling over, elbowed what he thought was Rockstar. He opened his eyes to apologize and make sure Rockstar was uninjured when he saw it. The Ab Roller. That's right, it was in bed with us. As Jeremy put it back in its proper place (as proper as it is to keep an Ab Roller next to your bed) he saw Rockstar glaring back at him from his (rarely used but much more appropriate) doggy bed on the floor. I wonder what went through Rockstar's head in the middle of the night when he watched Jeremy ignore his whining plea and instead pluck the Ab Roller from the ground and place it in our bed.

A Message to the NW Weather Gods:

Um... seriously?

I wish I could say I'm happy to be home but really I'd rather see this in front of my face again:

What Happens In Vegas...

...Doesn't happen to me. And I'm not just talking about the drunken gambling and promiscuity. The Neon Boneyard is closed for the summer which means I will not be toting my camera(s) there this weekend. I suppose our long weekend in the desert (at least I get some desert sun) will have to be spent otherwise. Thankfully we are staying off-strip at my FIL's so I'm thinking it will be rather laid-back. Lot's of pool time with The Mister and our sweet little Gem. I hope your Memorial weekend treats you right.

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California Dreamin

Lately I've been really in the mood to go to California. It might have something to do with the stormy weather we Portlanders have been experiencing. (And are SO over.)

I am dying to:

see a palm tree or two

sip a lemonade by the pool

view some atomic ranch loveliness

enjoy the sun-bleached color of the mid-century glamour that is Palm Springs.

In honor of my longing I curated an Etsy Treasury inspired by that hipster desert. Check it out here.

PS- So excited today is day one of Pin It Forward. My day will be June 14th but there will be lots of inspiring posts till then. Check the schedule here.

Here's where I get sappy

Went for a nice little walk this evening with my man, our girl and that rascally dog. Looking down at G in her stroller I had one of those moments. Those moments that come on unexpectedly but with surprising frequency. I saw her tiny feet in those pink flower shoes and I thought "how long I've waited to see tiny feet in pink flower shoes that come home with me." I felt that little joy of gratitude in my heart, pushed her home and tucked her in bed.

Quit Clowning Around

A few weeks back I met up with my old college roommates for the weekend so we could attend BYU Women's Conference and also shop, eat and discuss all sorts of nonsense to the point of hysterical laughter. When we were in the planning phase of this year's SHREX (Sperry House Reunion EXtravaganza) I thought a clown-themed photo shoot would be a grand idea. You see back in our Sperry House days we were such a circus that we earned ourselves clown names one by one starting with Bozo aka Jenny. They have stuck with us (my name is Chums in case you were wondering) and so we decided to take it to the next level. Thanks to my tripod and self-timer I was able to jump into the group shots. We rather enjoyed ourselves despite the occasional snowflake. (I'm not kidding, it snowed. It was THAT cold.)