Dear Santa

I want one.

iphone and the Puget Sound

Twinners

Snapped this picture of Chelsea and Amanda this morning when I woke up at the crack of dawn (10:00 a.m.). They looked like little siamese twins and I couldn't help myself. What if they were siamese twins? That would make being married to brothers all the more complicated.

Note Chelsea's eye shades. Love it.

Punked Zach

Zach has talked for weeks about me cutting him a mullet. My mom made me promise to wait until after some family photos we took last week - so finally Sunday was the day.

before, still innocent looking

during

after - check out the badittude he's sporting with his new look. Even Jack is impressed.

The next day. If there was audio to this you would hear my mom in the background begging us to get rid of "it"

The due lasted a dismal 24 hours, although before hand Zach was sure he was going to leave it until he went on his mission in two weeks. Sometimes when you love something you just have to let it go. I'll get a new pic of the buzz I had to give him because I cut the sides so short.

Stones

I was walking near the cemetery the other day and across the street there was a grave stone shop (location location location) with the most excellent selection of head stones. Unfortunately I didn't snap a shot of the one I saw with a Mickey Mouse head on it (yes, it is true) or the one with the New York Yankees symbol - but lucky for you guys I did get a pick of the doves flying to heaven together.

Despite all of the varied options I was really surprised to see just what (I didn't know) I was looking for! My headstone! I want a little sand stone one like this one! How cute is that? I didn't know they had hippy head stones.

Jared claimed this one.

There must be something about grave stones and Thanks Giving time.

I want to be there . . .

Not to be pushy snow gods, but . . . we could use more.

Or I could just go to Norway, I could be good with that too.

This Guy's My Hero

My dad gave me the heads up on this clip from the today show. If you're a junk collector and/or a design nerd you might be interested.

The claw is finally out of the brace. I'm pretty much terrified of this prospect. First off it feels WEIRD and second of all it looks just as weird or worse.

Look out world here IT comes

The Man Watching

Came across a paper with this poem on it among my piles of stuff (and I have a lot of that let me tell you). It was meant to be, I really needed it - especially the third paragraph.

The Man Watching

by Ranier Maria Rilke

I can tell by the way the trees beat, after
so many dull days, on my worried windowpanes
that a storm is coming,
and I hear the far-off fields say things
I can't bear without a friend,
I can't love without a sister

The storm, the shifter of shapes, drives on
across the woods and across time,
and the world looks as if it had no age:
the landscape like a line in the psalm book,
is seriousness and weight and eternity.

What we choose to fight is so tiny!
What fights us is so great!
If only we would let ourselves be dominated
as things do by some immense storm,
we would become strong too, and not need names.

When we win it's with small things,
and the triumph itself makes us small.
What is extraordinary and eternal
does not want to be bent by us.
I mean the Angel who appeared
to the wrestlers of the Old Testament:
when the wrestler's sinews
grew long like metal strings,
he felt them under his fingers
like chords of deep music.

Whoever was beaten by this Angel
(who often simply declined the fight)
went away proud and strengthened
and great from that harsh hand,
that kneaded him as if to change his shape.
Winning does not tempt that man.
This is how he grows: by being defeated, decisively,
by constantly greater beings.

So deep - have a good weekend!

Fall Colors

Just after the sun dipped behind the mountain last weekend in the Uintahs the colors were so great, and I know I didn't get the true feel of them with these dinky pics - but hopefully you'll get the idea. Pure blissful late fall beauty.

Police Report

Automoblie : Failure to Yield

Yahoo! Looks like I'm not paying the bills on this one! Sorry Mr. & Mrs. Snow, but you gots to look out for us bikers!

Amanda's picture of Rez wins by a cabillion so I had to add it to the collection

Aminals

Lately I've been collected phone pics of my favorite animals (most animals are my favorite animals) and here's what I've got so far

Coal Plewe - Gentle Giant

Birdie Farney - either this is the cutest cat, or the ugliest, and I can't decide which I like her for more

Drigg's Strate - no words

Rez James - so weird, for the first time in my life I have contemplated perhaps one day, that may not exist, having a cat. Well a kitten anyway

Frida & Kenya James

Frenemies for Life

Bosom Buddies

Guess who else is helpless these days? Yup Manda. Slaving away getting ready for her radical photography show in Salt Lake this weekend, October 16th at Art Access from 6-9 if you must know, she sliced her leg open. Next she spent two days in and out of the hospital getting all fixed up. Finally I have another gimp to feel sorry for.

Last Night

Last nights concert at Urban highlighted an unexpected life lesson. I need more enthusiasm in my life. I mean, I enjoy a good mopey day like everone else. Listening to sob music, shuffeling around in my pajamas, watching lame movies online is great now and then, but something about watching the d dog crew party like it was 1999 on stage last night made me tink "I need something in my life that I can be THAT passionate about"

In contrast my insescent girl crush Jolie Holland who preformed first could not be more dull on stage. You can tell very well that being in a hole-in-the wall bar in Salt Lake is not her idea of a good time. If it is she's a masachist because she acted MISERABLE. Good ridence Jolie - get on out of our town.

All of this to say I will most likely continue to lounge about listening to Hollands gorgeous gloomy tunes, but mark my words a change is going to come. It's time for an adventure.

I know i'm going to regret this - but that's what being on heavy drugs does to you right? i know it doesn't look like much, but this is probably the most bizarre sensation i have ever had. my arm from the elbow down is so numb that someone could saw my arm off without me noticng

Also, if you have a strong stomach you can check this out and see what i was up to early today. fast forward to the end because it's the coolest part.

The doctor broke it to me last week (i know, i kill me too) that in fact I've broken both hands. Classic.

Actually instead of the right being super mangled like the left it's a stabile fracture which apparently means no cast or splint necessary - just a super cool looking wrist guard that looks just like the ones the cool kids wore when they went roller blading back in the day.

Truly im starting to feel like Denise

Sorry for the incessant broken posts, unfortunately it's pretty much all that is going on