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Click to play Make your own Smilebox This little video was supposed to come after the blurb I just posted, so read that first and then this video will make a little more sense.

Good news! I went fully dressed to church today! So, NOW what do I talk about? This week was a good week. On Saturday, Brian stayed home because it was raining and therefore impossilbe to be doing work on the trusses of the house he is building. He had to have some project going, though,

It’s hard for me to be motivated to write anything when I have no pictures. Maybe I’ll just start posting old pictures that have nothing to do with what I’m writing. That might work… Anyway, I had a good day at church today. The Gospel Doctrine Lesson was on the atonement of the Savior. I

Yep. This is a bold change. But cheap, for such a bold change. I think I like it. I may or may not eventually paint the other walls of the room. For now, the red makes me happy.

I don’t have anything specific to talk about today, so I’ll just give you a little bit of everything. So I’m pregnant, right? Well, you know how your mind doesn’t work as well when you’re pregnant? You know–you put the garbage bags in the fridge and the milk in the cupboard, and you lose your

I know. I’ve just got so much to say lately. I’m still thinking about how my life has changed in the last ten years–or rather, what I’ve learned in the last ten years. Some of the things I’ve learned are so cool that I should be featured on Oprah to share them with the world–except

So according to Ames, I never told her that I was pregnant. I still think I did, but who knows? Anyway, here you go, Ames. This is me in all of my 6-month, no mascara beauty. At first I was going to make myself beautiful for all of you, but then this little voice inside

Click to play | Make your own Smilebox

Click to play | Make your own Smilebox

I love Brian because he has a genuine desire to make me happy. He is the kind of husband that serioulsy wants me to have whatever it is that I want. He NEVER gets mad at me for spending money. (Lucky for him, there are no stores to shop at here in Florence, and I’m