.::still blinking::.

:: me ::

:: jj ::

:: gentry ::

Broken arm. Going to Logan so someone can wipe the boys bum, maybe mine too if needed. Hopefully that wont be a problem.

Don’t afternoon thunderstorms make you giddy? I love the rumble all around me. The moisture in the air. The warmth but not sweltering heat. jj says it is the monsoon. I say it is foreshadowing of things to come.

jj went to the library a couple weeks ago and got this for me. It must be wishful thinking.

There is a new post over at the bookclub, by me. All McManama’s will like this one.

I was scared of bears. How ironic.

We were evacuated from our campground because of this forest fire. We got panicked and left half our food and all the tents. Being the adult leader of 20 girls was no laughing matter. Tents and food, we can buy again. Lives will never be replaced especially of teenage girls. That would have been especially a tragic.

We were all safe. That is the important part. We then went to Heber for dinner at a fast food resteraunt. Every boy that walked in caused a tremor to run through those girls. You could see the panic or joy on each girls face.

We continued on to a neighbors cabin and spent the night and then the next day at my family property in Tabiona, Utah.

It was a pretty eventful story that we all will tell for years to come.

Our greatest fear is not that we are inadequate.

Our greatest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure.

It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.

We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, fabulous, gorgeous, talented?
Actually, who are you not to be?

You are a child of God. You’re playing small doesn’t serve the world.

There’s nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you. We were born to make manifest the glory of God that’s within us. It’s not just in some of us. It’s in everyone. And as we let our own light shine, we automatically give other people permission to do the same. As we are liberated from our own fears, our presence automatically liberates others.

:: Nelson Mandela :: 1994 Inaugural Speech ::
:: a quote from Marianne Williamson ::
:: used in coach carter ::

:: being rescued by my mother ::

:: being so tired I sleep through the night ::

:: unconventional weddings ::

:: my new gocco printer ::

:: baby animals :: bengal cats + kittens ::

:: peridot screw ring :: never been a big fan of my birthstone :: however, this is lovely :: this necklace :: this print ::

::this basket :: donating to causes your are passionate about ::

Went to Logan this weekend. Nice to relax. The sky was filled with smoke and ash.

Have I mentioned that I am going to girls camp? Me, the ever so outdoorsie, practically living in the wild as it is girl.

I am the girl who does not camp. I stay in cheap motels near campgrounds.

Last year, I woke up early at girls camp, or couldn’t sleep, one or the other. I was up trying to light a fire. I was there for about an hour with a box of matches, what I gathered of small branches and pine needles and could not get it to light. Half a box of matches later I gave up.

That is me. Partially in charge of 25ish girls and leaders. Have I mentioned my irrational fear of the outdoors, and the recent death of an 11-year old boy by bear mauling and all the bear sightings that have closed down campgrounds near where we will be camping? And did I mention that my irrational fear may actually be rational.

The leaders of the camp had a meeting tonight. Going over the last details. The bears came up. Now it is 1:30 in the morning and I am terrified out of my mind and researching pepper spray for bears and the proper fetal position to assume when a bear attacks. There is a bit of terror here in bed with me, the kind that makes it impossible to get out of bed and go potty.

I guess this is where Wayne’s World comes in. Hopefully, the dull mumbling of jj’s favorite high school movie can erase the fear out of me for the evening so that I may get some sleep tonight.

Here’s to ceiling mounted Red Vine dispensers.

A baby spit up in my hands last night.

I washed them, but it still smelled like heaven.