Old Foto Friday

Em and I jumping on the tramp in the backyard of our Spaulding Ln house in Pocatello. I love that Em and are being silly. I love Max standing by the fence. I love the field behind our house. I love that the sun is low and beautiful. I love our big backyard (that was awful to mow...or so I heard. Being the youngest I never had to mow the back, just the front.) I love that it was probably my mom who saw us out playing and came out to take our picture. I'm not entirely sure when the picture was taken, but I'm guessing it's somewhere between '95 and '98.

Dads Are Important, Too

Dads get the shaft. Especially in the media. Remember all those P&G commercials during the Olympics that said, "Thanks Mom." Ann Romney spent a good portion of her speech talking about how women and moms and daughters have made this country what it is, that moms work hard. I'm not saying they don't. But where's the love for dads?

I have a very strong belief that dads are just as important to their kids as moms are. Dads love, too. Being a mom is hard, but that also means being a dad is hard. But the rewards are the same for both. If we keep treating moms like they're these mythical creatures that nearly every mom feels like they can't live up to, and keep giving dads the shaft, we'll only continue to feed into the disparity.

Moms AND dads are important.

My Huckleberry Friend

Tonight my friend Pammy and I laid out under the stars in Pioneer Park to watch Breakfast at Tiffanys. This was the last outdoor movie of the summer, and with school starting this week I think I can officially declare summer over. But it ended on a great note, with the tune of Moon River, a rain-soaked kiss, a cute cat, and a fabulous friend.

Old Foto Friday

These photos were taken two years apart during the summers I used to spend in Kansas with my best friend Amber and her family. The top one is when I was 12, proudly displaying the biggest fish I caught. The bottom one is two years later on Amber's birthday, July 2. My mom likes to point out that I was a chunky little kid, but then one day, almost overnight it seemed, I lost my baby fat and got tall.

Old Foto Friday

This pic is from our first house in Pocatello, the yellow one at the end of the street on Ardella. I'm probably 8ish in the pic. Max was our dog and Milo was our cat.

Bourne Again

I loved the first Bourne movie, The Bourne Identity. It completely changed action movies and their heroes; Matt Damon was at first considered an odd choice for the lead role. But once the movie debuted, every one was in love with him. Remember how he pulls out the map before a car chase? Awesome. Two sequels were made, which I lost interest in the moment Marie was killed in the opening minutes of The Bourne Supremacy.

Normally I'm not a fan of series that ended and try to get going again with a different character who is somehow linked to the original. But most the time those movies don't include Edward Norton, Rachel Weisz and Jeremy Renner.

Edward Norton is super cool--he's the thinking person's celebrity crush. He always gives so much to every role that I'd watch him in anything. Also, his graying hair is kinda hot. Rachel Weisz is fantastic as usual (I'd expect nothing less from 007's wife). Jeremy Renner plays a good version of a slightly (medically) tweaked Jason Bourne.

The movie is a little slow at first, with a lot of medical backstory being explained and political maneuvering getting covered. But then it kicks into high gear and just keeps going. It's intense, and the car chase in Manila is pretty awesome. I really liked that the movie showed the CIA and all those other government agencies having to do some leg work to find Aaron and Marta--on the phones, figuring things out, telling all the underlings to ask for help if they needed it; it made the movie seem more real and grounded. Although I still don't know how the man chasing them on a motorbike always knows where Aaron and Marta are and is not hindered at all by two gunshot wounds.

The movie was great and I can't wait for the sequel.

Old Foto Friday

My best friend Lindsay-loo and I at her wedding, five years ago on Saturday. August 11, 2007.

How Did That Happen?!

Since it's summer and it's hot, I've been wearing a lot of skirts lately. And since I'm working a "professional" job I've been wearing my "nice" pants to work. Tonight I went to a friend's get together and wore a pair of jeans I don't think I've worn since late May.

They were tight. Tighter than the last time I wore them. And it was sad. How did that happen?

Okay, so I know how it happened. So I guess a better question is, What am I going to do about it?

Playing Favorites

I have six nieces and nephews--three girls and three boys. I love every single one of them. But I will cop to having favorites. Being a favorite, though, is a fleeting thing that changes quite frequently for me. It varies based on age and interests and what I'm doing and all sorts of things. They're all such unique and fun kids that each one holds a very special place in my heart.

My Grandma has over twenty grandchildren. I know she has favorites. I also know I'm not one of them. And this doesn't hurt my feelings at all. Such is the way of life when there are so many choices.