Tuesday, May 31, 2011


I have no life. I work. I work.
I look for long skirts and practical shoes.
I work some more.

Life is just chugging along....

But what about all those boys? After you get a mission call aren't they supposed to come out of the woodwork?

ya-NO!!!! They are no where to be found. nada. zilch. nothing.

But you dated like crazy before your call?

Um, that was by the sweat of my own brow. I didn't wait around: I asked them out myself. Now I am removed from the dating element and practically broke from mission prep stuff.

Glad game: I am going to California for a week.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Mother's Day

So, Mother's Day is supposed to a relaxing day where mom get's pampered by her family. At the Wilkins household, we don't follow those rules. We give our mom unique gifts. Della was the most generous daughter of all. She gave mom a snotty nose, naked bottom, and throw up.

It started a couple days before, Della was sick. REALLY sick. Stuffy nose, coughing, laying around totally out of if. Saturday night I put her to bed, but when she wasn't there in the morning, I didn't worry about it. She often bed hops, especially when she was sick. As I looked around, and she wasn't to be found, I noticed the bathroom door was closed. I peaked in and there she was, curled up in a ball, on the tiny mat between the toilet and shower. Her night gown was up around chest, and her panties were missing. She had made it to the bathroom, but was too wiped out that she just couldn't crawl back to bed.

I told mom, and she started to laugh, and begged me to take photos. I carried her back to bed and continued to get ready for church. A while later I heard Della call out for mom, and I responded that I could help her. "No, mom." I responded but could only hear funny girgling.

I walked in, and the poor thing was half asleep, lying in a pool of throw up, and choking. I rushed to her side and half yanked her out of bed so she could be miserable in the trashcan, rather than her sheets.

"Mom! We've got throw up!!!!!"

She came in and could only laugh. What a sight we must have been. She was a mess, I was half dressed and struggling to help Della be sick, while not getting it all over my church clothes. Her hair was thrashed, her nightgown soaked, and she still had a naked bottom. Mom grabbed a rag and started wiping her down, giggling the whole time. It only got worse when Dad walked in.

"Did you know there is a giant wet spot in the - What the? Is she throwing up? Why are you laugh - Is she NAKED?!"

He couldn't get a full sentence out before he registered more of the picture. Mom and I just laughed harder and harder.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Tulip Festival

Ashlee took me to the Tulip Festival at Thanksgiving Point. It was our last hoorah before she leaves for Ecuador this week. It was a beautiful morning, and the perfect day to do. I have never loved walking around in flowers so much (and I have spent A LOT of time walking among flowers).

I was impressed how often they played around with contrasting colors and the patterns they would create. One of our favorites was the orange tulips with bluish/purple pansies.

I confess, I started playing around with my camera like everyone else there, and this was my favorite. I have always wondered what it would be like to be very small walking beneath flowers and watching how the light spilled through their petals.

This picture doesn't do the pathways justice. They were breath-taking.

And, I HAD to take a photo of the Ranunculus at the front of the garden. They are my ALL TIME favorite flower, and the garden only had them in a couple pots around the main building.

Ice Cream

I was out and about with Ashlee today, and we stopped for ice cream. While there, Ashlee ran into the cutest old man. He was standing in front of us in line, and turned around and started talking to her. I missed the conversation, but noticed her blushing. I got the recap:

How did you get to be so cute?
I don't know.
I do, its because you have freckles.
she rubs her face in embarrassment...
Don't try to rub them off! A girl without freckles is like a night without stars!