Being a Girl

Sometimes being a girl really sucks. I contemplate pregnancy just to be free of my monthly gift for a while...but then I think about the aftermath of that decision and decide 4 days of hell is better than the alternative.

Rain

Rain is a fresh start. It washes the old away and creates a clean slate. I love when it rains.

Witch Balls

Witch Balls are free blown glass spheres, with 3 to 5 strands inside for collecting evil spirts and the like. Each one is unique with color, strands, bubbles, and size. The size is about that of a grape fruit. Witch's Balls were very popular in 18th century England, but their actual origin is thought to be much older. For well over 300 years hollow glass spheres have been hung in windows to ward off witch's spells, evil spirits and ill fortune. Hanging these decorative balls in the window is thought to tantalize evil spirits which may be threatening a home's tranquility. The evil spirit is mesmerized by the ball's reflective beauty. When the spirit touches the sphere it is absorbed and trapped in the web-like strands of the glass inside the ball. 

I bought these balls in St. George. I love them! I want more so I can scatter them in the back yard. Maybe even hang them in the dining room window...?

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1.02.28

The Ultimate Example

These are my Grandparents. Bob and Janet. I love them.

I remember when I was little I was helping grandpa wash his car in the driveway and I got soap in my eye. He was so gentle and paid close attention to every tear I shed. He was so careful and let me cry as long as I needed. He just held me and let me spill my guts because getting soap in my eye was the worst thing to ever happen in my life EVER at that point.

Ever since I can remember I would lie across my grandmas lap at night to sleep. As I grew she still held me - my limbs would just dangle over the sides of her recliner.

This weekend my grandma fell and broke her hip. My invincible and perfect grandma was hurt. I dropped everything to go see her. She is more than a grandma to me. She is my best friend.

She knew before I did that I would marry Steven. She saw the love we had and said it was just like her and my grandpa.

This weekend was a giant slap in the face. It was a shocking realization that they will not be here forever and they can break. It kills me.

We lived with my grandparents for a while when I was young. They made a perfect home for my parents, me and my brother. I have a million memories at 2810 Westbranch Drive.

Grandpa has not left her side through this whole thing. Its an amazing example of love. I was blown away by the devotion and love they radiate.

Grandma is doing well and Grandpa is tired but doing well. I love them both and I am who I am because of them (and of course my parents).

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1.02.28

Wednesday With Squid: WTF?

I have no idea what possessed him into sitting like this but he was totally p'd off when I woke him up to take the picture. Can you see his bug eyes??? What the heck is up with that!?!?!

Anthropologie

Dear Anthrogologie, 

    I would like you to put a wider variety of door knobs on your website please.

Thanks, 

  

  Cassy

Rainy Day

Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather. - John Ruskin