I hope you are all having a very merry Christmas! I just wanted to share my Christmas tree with you. There are no chickens on my Christmas tree, but it is really pretty and I've been collecting the ornaments on it since I was in high school. It is themed around the Nutcracker Ballet. This year my tree is 20 feet high, taking advantage of my ridiculous vaulted ceilings. Putting the lights on it was scary.
One of my favorite things about this tree came from a fantastic find....
You know the story of Chicken Little, and how, when an acorn hits him on the head, he decides the sky is falling and gets everyone all freaked out? Chickens really are like that. If one of my ladies decides that something is bothering her, she clucks and postures until the whole flock is freaking out, even if nothing is really happening. It's pretty funny to watch. Aren't you glad you're not a chicken? Then again, it seems that the sky is always falling for someone, somewhere. There is always... Continue reading ...
I love Thanksgiving. It's all about the best things in life--family, food, and gratitude. What's the best thing about Thanksgiving in Southern Utah? Dixie Salad. This is just a small post to clarify a few things.
What is Dixie Salad? Apples, pomegranates, raisins, walnuts,and whipped cream. AND THAT IS ALL. If you add anything else it is just a fruit salad with pomegranates. I just needed to say that. Have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
I love dressing up. Maybe it's because I'm an introvert who wishes she was an extrovert, maybe it's because I'm an artist and love creating the costumes, maybe it's because my BFF was a drama freak who grew up to be a costume designer, who knows. Who knows? Making the costumes is probably my favorite part. It's gotten even more fun for me since I married a someone who is a straight-laced, by the numbers kind of guy all year round, but on Halloween if I say, "Your costume involves tights", he... Continue reading ...
Have you noticed America is practically painting itself pink? That's right, it's October, Breast Cancer Awareness Month. I don't need an presidential decree to help me pay attention this year. In fact, I'm considering all the hoopla one giant party for my mom, who just finished up a long ten months of treatment for breast cancer. I've talked about my feelings for her and how brave she's been in an earlier post "What Makes A Woman" so I won't go in to that again. I'd really like to do a more se... Continue reading ...
I have a confession to make. My boys, all four of them from
the age of 14 to 4, are bronies. What’s that you might say if you’re not up on
the super hip new stuff? Well, a brony is a guy who likes My Little Pony. That’s right, I said My Little Pony. Now if you’re old school like me, you’re thinking,
what has this woman done to her children?! You’re thinking sickly sweet little
horsies with flowing manes and tails that you can brush and curl, right?
Someone on Facebook made a snarky comment the other week about
all the drama that has occurred in my life lately and how I kept posting about
it, and how they were a little sick of hearing about it all. My first thought
was hey sunshine, no one is sicker of the drama then the person it is happening
to. Then I thought of those people,
you know you have some too, those who are forever complaining, forever a victim, seem
to not really want to get better. Was I being one of those? Gosh, I hope no...
My blog is not much of a real blog. I’m not signed up with
one of the cool blogging sights, I don’t have any advertisements, and I don’t
even have a comment thingy besides facebook link. I do it as a place to share
thoughts with friends and anyone who cares to know more about me, why I act the
way I do, why I think the way I do, why I paint what I do.
I’ve been told that to have a successful blog you need lots
of followers, you need to post at least once a week, you need to create a...
I’ve been surrounded by music my whole life. My dad is a
band teacher and a piano tuner, my grandpa wrote music, played the guitar and
harmonica Dylan style before there was a Dylan. The highlight of every
Christmas Eve was the family talent show and sing-along. All of this naturally
led me to become….an artist. Right, I know. But you have to understand, as much as
I love music, I also have a pretty serious problem with performance anxiety.
Piano lessons were fine, but since I never figur...
I’ve been here before. When I woke up in the ICU after
having my son, Nathan, and found out that I no longer had a uterus I went
through a long process of dealing with the fact that my reproductive powers
were no longer under my control. And, hey, if you don’t have a uterus any more,
well, you think about what it means to be a woman.
This brings up the question; who decides what it means to be
a woman? Society and my religious views have very divergent thoughts on what it
means to be a...
I used to be a writer. I kept a journal, I wrote poems, I filled notebooks with thoughts, dreams, and rants. And then I stopped.
I think life just got to be a little bit too much. Things became too hard to write about, it took too much energy to translate the feeling into words, and I just stopped.
Every so often I'll be sharing some bit of my life with a friend and they'll say, "Kirsten, you should write a book about that." I'm still not keeping a journal any more, and I often regret that. A... Continue reading ...
I am an artist, wife, teacher, and mother of four boys, not necessarily in that order depending on the day!
This blog is about all the things that interest me; art, relationships, friends, kids, teaching, adoption, being a Mormon, chickens, essential oils, gardening...you know,totally normal stuff.