I'm ready to move.

Six months ago I thought about what would happen if Mike lost his job. I thought I'd be devastated to leave my home and yard and friends and great ward. I do still love those things, but I don't know if it's worth it anymore. I want to leave. I am ready to go.

Last night at the school board meeting I was sick. Watching the ignorant, angry, ugly, virolent exchange made me sick. People were not behaving like adults. On both sides. Grasping at straws, holding up flimsy arguments, twisting the truth. I thought Brigham was a nice small town. I guess it is until you disagree. People north of Brigham in the even smaller towns hate Brigham people so much that they'll stick it to 'em whenever they can. What the heck? Why live like that?? It's like the Hatfields and the McCoys. Do I need a gun for the grocery store? It wouldn't surprise me. Give me the big city where I won't see people who hate me at Wal Mart.

I know this is a knee-jerk reaction. We're not going anywhere. It's going to take a long time, though, before I can forget the ugliness of last night. I'm not reaching out again for a while. My foray into the community has left a very bad taste in my mouth. Good thing I have a husband who still believes people are basically good. 'Cause I don't.

Help! I live with oviraptors!

That's right, my family has turned into oviraptors. You know, egg-stealers. Those dinosaurs that eat eggs. I bought a bag of cadbury mini-eggs yesterday. It entered the house at 3:50 pm. It was gone by 8:30 pm. I had three, and Emily had five. Where did the rest go????? I guess I shouldn't buy them and maybe my fam will change back...

Checking to see if I'm still "wick" ....

First, Adams siblings, it's not the kind of "wick" you used to talk about when Mike and I first got married, if you know what I mean....:) It's from the Secret Garden. Mary is talking to Collin, who knows about gardens. He explains something about how a plant might look dead during the winter, but can still be alive. If something is wick, it'll be green inside and come back to life in the spring. That's the general ideal. I started taking pictures of a few things I was doing to coax spring, and it got me thinking about the whole wick thing. I've felt less than alive and green this winter, in some ways, and as the sun is coming out I'm trying to figure out what I can do right now (walking 1/2 mile--sad,eh?) and what is still out of the question (like digging). Injuries can be depressing, and it's not just me, I'm finding out. I'm off my pain meds now and my brain does feel more clear, but some days just don't go so well. So that's my whole speech about seeing if I'm still wick. Here are some pictures.

Tate's birthday cake. He wanted cherry frosting and he decorated it himself. Then he decided he didn't like cherry frosting after all and never ate another piece....
My tray of tomato and tomatillo plants. I scaled back to two trays this year. Peppers, tomatoes, and 2 kinds of flowers. I will start the squashes at the end of April. Now I just have to convince the kids to plant them when the time comes....
Dollar bracelets from Wal Mart. COLOR!!!!!
My yellow wreath. On my almost finished brown door. Soon. Soon.
My latest creation. Perhaps it seems too out there, but I promise, I saw something like it in the stores. And it makes me feel spring-ish. so there.


Lastly, my daffodils have appeared. Hooray spring!