MY FANCY NANCY LIFE

11.07.2011

{my bank}

I'm not sure BUT I think if you're wearing a ski mask
AND entering a bank . . .
it's not good!
(and I don't think you're reading the signs on the door . . . )

11.06.2011

{ wisdom }

Maybe it's the shorter days and longer nights,

or maybe it's the lengthened streams of sunlight

in the late afternoon

or the quietness that comes

with children back in school

and frost on the grass

but whatever brings it on,

I find myself more reflective in the fall

as I think about my life,

my struggles, my triumphs,

my life lessons learned.

I gained empathy while experiencing loss,

freedom while breaking crippling bonds,

gratitude while holding my children,

reverence while honoring my mother's life,

testimony while applying the Atonement,

healing while seeking forgiveness

and laughter while remembering to look up.

I heard this song and was a little taken aback

by the term 'beautiful heartbreak' but

as I listened and thought of my own journey

I was grateful again for lessons learned,

testimony deepened,

understanding broadened

and the healing balm

of my Savior, Jesus Christ.

8.25.2011

{my life story}

Me in DC circa 1990

Our daughter, Elizabeth, has expressed an interested in

Mr. W and my life histories.

I have narrowed the list of titles for my autobiography down to two.

I can't decide between calling it "My Fancy Nancy Life"

or . . . . "A Series of Unfortunate Perms".

I'm sure it will be a fascinating read.

Anyone have a favorite?

On second thought, I think I should consider

"A Series of Unfortunate Outfits".

Hmmm, this is a lot to think about.

I'll tell Random House to hold the presses.

(I actually think it would be fitting to have

Random anything print my life's story.)

{Pumpkin for President}

This may explain some of the Pumpkin/Mr. W conflict -

they're both running for president!

Move over Mitt & Jon . . .

7.28.2011

{34 years . . . and counting}

Thirty four years ago this July I told Mr. W.
that even if we lived in a tent,
I would marry him.
I was completely smitten with this man (still am)!

Well . . . 34 years later (and likening the scriptures
to myself)

1 Nephi 2:15

And my father (I) dwelt in a tent.

I spent my 34th anniversary in a tent!

Loves of my life - my dad & Mr. W.

Instead of the traditional opal gift,

I received a new air mattress, perfectly cooked s'mores,
the lullabies of pine trees, the rush of a clear mountain stream, listening to ghost stories around the campfire,

Fun is mandatory!

marveling at the mountains majesties and sipping hot chocolate in the early morning hours as I directed
lost joggers (who stared in shock at my 'bedhead' hairdo -
hey, it was early and I was sleeping on the ground in a tent) towards the Timp trailhead.

Jason & Mr. W. - July 2011

Best of all, I'm still head over heels in love with the
same man that I promised to follow in thick or in thin,
in mansion or tent, to the ends of the world.

And that (as Mastercard would say), is priceless!