by Lucky Red Hen on October 24, 2007
You’ve seen some of my other cute boys from Sunday school class. I’ve taken headshots of Rex, Danny and Brenen for their missions and Jared for prom (I’ve searched and can’t find that yummy picture right now – his mom has an 8×10 on her living room wall that gets lots of gasps and compliments then they ask “who is that?” not realizing it’s Jared – he gets a little miffed that it’s not obvious, hahaha, he should wear a tux more often). We’ve been planning to take Colby’s football pictures for a while except he didn’t have his uniform until after we moved and football season is just about over.
Oh, p.s… I didn’t know a lick about football (I pick my favorites based on the uniforms) but finally got to see Colby play last Friday (against a team with REALLY ugly uniforms). His dad explained enough to me that I was catching on and really liking the experience (a little chilly, luckily they brought me blankets). Tough part was finding the ball (that sucker is TINY) and watching Colby limping on his swollen knee he twisted earlier. The momma bear in me wanted to run down there and demand he stay off it and ice, ice baby. His mom said the same thing and dared me to do it. I was THIS close to running onto the field. Anyway, it was a whole lotta fun, he was fun to watch (makes it more interesting when you KNOW someone on the field) and I I might get to see him play next weekend when I’m in Utah again.
So, my flight out of Utah was Sunday afternoon. Most of the people around my neck of the woods were still in church so I got Colby to give me a ride (and gave him an excuse to get out of the third hour of church). With a few minutes to spare (wasn’t checking luggage and already had my boarding pass, yay Southwest airlines!) we pulled over into the cell phone waiting lot next to the airport and I snapped a few headshots under the hatchback door at the back of the car because it was straight up sunshine.
Oh, I should take this moment to mention how lucky I am to have such great boys in my life (they’ve taught me WAY MORE than I’ve taught them, that’s for sure)! I am glad we’re friends and not just teacher/student (they’ve gotten a rippin’ when introducing me as their “teacher” and don’t do that anymore). These are great men that can do great things!
Colby, my friend, I’m so very proud of you and am honored to know you and your darling family (squeeze your little brother for me, not too hard though). Be good or I will kick your arse. That’s a promise! And next time, help me catch the horse.
by Lucky Red Hen on October 22, 2007
by Lucky Red Hen on October 16, 2007
What’s with hair, anyway? I’m at the in-between stage of what to do with my hair. I think I want to grow it out, because I can always go back to short, and now would be better than when I’m 50 — don’t think I can pull it off then.
So do I sit and wait while it slowly grows or do I keep trimming into a style as it grows so I don’t look like a dork in the interum?
by Lucky Red Hen on October 14, 2007
by Lucky Red Hen on October 5, 2007
This lone pear was sitting
amongst the red pears
all by its lonesome.
I’ll save you…
come home with me.
I will not eat you,
you look too cool to eat.
Everybody that’s seen it
thought it was fake.
Would YOU eat it?
by Lucky Red Hen on October 4, 2007
I ache.
I miss my Utah friends.
I do love my new place,
even though there’s still lots to do.
But I miss my Utah friends.
I ache.
by Lucky Red Hen on September 27, 2007
Through linking a few times, I stumbled across this blog post and found it an interesting read.
I can relate to a lot of the points made about personal space and wonder what your thoughts are (that’s an open invitation to leave a thoughtful comment about your experiences).
Although I haven’t analyzed my boundaries as closely as the writer has, I notice there are some people I rarely touch (some of my absolute best friends), others I can’t seem to get enough of (Cjane, but who DOESN’T want to touch her – she’s like Midas), some I cringe to think they’d touch me “hello” and others (they could be strangers I’ve never met or spoken to before) I kiss on the cheek as a greeting like it’s nothing at all. I am much more affectionate with men than women and kids are welcome to smoosh up to me anytime (hopefully when they’re not sticky or messy, hahaha).
It’s kind of like a cat that rubs itself against people they adore, trying to leave their scent, or is it something else entirely? My mom likes to insist she knows the exact reasons why I turned out the way I did based on my youth but is it as easy as that? My answer is no.
Excerpts from Everytime (which should be Every Time) We Touch by Cascada…
I still hear your voice, when you sleep next to me.
I still feel your touch in my dreams.
Forgive me my weakness, but I don’t know why
Without you it’s hard to survive.
‘Cause everytime we touch, I get this feeling.
And everytime we kiss I swear I could fly.
Can’t you feel my heart beat fast, I want this to last.
Need you by my side.
‘Cause everytime we touch, I feel the static.
And everytime we kiss, I reach for the sky.
Can’t you hear my heart beat so…
I can’t let you go.
Want you in my life.
And a little 80’s video (I remember singing along to this song and, yes, I am a little embarrassed by that statement)…
by Lucky Red Hen on September 25, 2007
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