Learning to color

I learned to color from my Grandma Baer. She taught me to color inside the lines. She taught me tricks to cover up if you colored outside the line. She taught me how to use a butter knife to scrape some of the crayon wax off to create different shades. She told me to color the sun yellow and my hair brown. Imagine my surprise when I went to kindergarten and kids colored outside of the lines. One day our teacher gave us a unicorn to color. I didn't know what to do. I had only seen white unicorns. It was already white. I looked next to me and a girl was coloring hers aqua and purple on top of that. It was the most beautiful unicorn I had ever seen. I never colored the same ever again. That's probably why I got a C in Art in Jr. High. I would definately challenge that C now.

My life these days

Archer's art on a cardboard box which unfortunately Idon't think we will keep,but it needed to be documented.
Zoe takes her bushbaby Yoohoo everywhere.
My current extracurricular activity.

Valentine's Day

It was snowy and we stayed home and ate Chinese. Then I made more houses. Biella has a huge book of Chrysanthemum. Plus the first time I read it I thought she might like it. Then there was a house inspired by my cup.

Picture Postcards

I love beautiful music. Calm moments alone with God are irreplaceable. Nothing is more beautiful than the night sky full of stars. Picture postcards spread much joy. These are simple things. What if we all focused on the beautiful simple things. In a different sense stop and smell the roses.

Card Catalog

The summer of third grade I was offered a quarter for every book I read. (by my father.) We had a field trip to Natrona County Library the same year. I loved the library. I loved the corner with the turquoise and white headphones. I loved the tapes ad albums (not cd's). I loved the movie days (herbie car movies) fantastic. The older I got I loved the magazines. I learned all about Meg Ryan from that library. I loved the card catalog most of all. The smell the feeling. I never thought it would ever be outdated. It was a perfect feeling right? Today I listened to a book on cd. what have I done? I cheated on paper. I'm so ashamed. There is a book I checked out from that library that I don't remember the name of. I was a junior in high schoool on New Year's Eve and stayed up all night reading this book. Something about a dungeon and a boy I fell in love with. It's a glimmer that I've been trying to magnify. Which reminds me of the microfiche. I miss microfiche.

In a cozy Cottage

In a cozy cottage on the outskirts of a sheltered village there once lived a little girl who was quiet and good.

No one noticed her, until one day she appeared in a bright red cape with ribbons to fasten the hood under her chin.

Now, people turned their heads on the village street and everyone delighted to see her. From that day on, she was known as Little Red Riding Hood.

Miso Not Sorry Anymore

I lament the days that Ariake was open and we lived so close to Cottonwood Mall. I loved Ariake's miso soup the most. Thank goodness for Annie Chun's 100% natural miso soup. it's not sold everywhere but still easy to find.

I miss the gyoza as well. Fortunately there's Ling Ling's frozen pot stickers.

By the way I was wondering about the panda..

Are you just a little curious about the name and Panda icon? Ling-Ling was one of two giant panda bears given to the United States by the Chinese government in 1972. The female panda was named Ling-Ling and her companion was Hsing-Hsing. They lived at the National Zoo in Washington D.C.

Now if only I can figure out how to make the Pesto Tortellini like that of the American Grill. When I worked at the mall I ate it almost everyday.

Change good?

there is a sheryl crow song that says "A change would do you good." I've been so sick of hearing of change. Seeing change for the worst. Losing change. My body changing with age and babies. I fear change because sometimes it doesn't happen the way I want it to or maybe the wrong thing changed. Zach's Uncle Russ is very sick right and considered to be dying. This is the kind of change I don't like. It's hard to go about life with these things going on. So I look for happiness in the little things. Zach brought this free rug home and it changed my home and room for the better. it was like a butterfly wing on my week and consequently life. it was something I needed that I didn't know I needed. Perhaps that is what change is. Either way I know nothing ever stays the same