my new look: wife

i like to pretend that i know what i am doing.

thanks to melissa, i can now dress the part in my sweet new apron.

Tillamook Orchard Harvest Yogurt

didn't rock my world. raspberry is still nectar of the gods, though.

It's March 15 Again

It's hard to believe that it's been four years since Cameron's been gone. I won't say that it seems like yesterday that I gathered in my parents' bedroom with a host of loved ones around as my dad told us all over the phone that he had been killed. It doesn't. I'm a different person now than I was then. That day changed our family entirely.

However, I suppose it's easier to say that Cameron doesn't feel distant. I like it that way. He's missed the births of five new Davis grandchildren. He missed my wedding. I suppose you could say that's missed a lot--I know that we have certainly missed him. But his sense of humor, his little boy charm, and his huge heart have always been a part of us.

I think that these pictures of Cameron best depict what I admire most about him. They were taken about ten years apart, but they both depict exactly who he is.

These pictures show how over time, despite all of the challenges in his life, Cameron never lost his sense of who he was, and is: a goofy kid who loved a good baby, a good laugh, and a good family.

For those of you who knew and loved Cameron, my heart goes out to you today. It's hard every year.

And to Cameron: we all love and miss you every day. especially today.

i just finished my first grad school paper

... and i am out of practice.

that was the longest it has EVER taken me to write a paper, and it is far from my best work.

final conclusions:

1. i'm glad it's over

2. i am praying that my genius ideas carried "a power to virtue friendly," so that my teacher doesn't totally hate it

3. i hope i never have to study wordsworth again

Six Days to Indiana

Jesse and I are excited about going home to Idaho Falls this upcoming weekend. I am mostly excited that I won't have to work on a million different large assignments; Jesse is mostly excited about seeing Indiana.

While I was listing friends and family that we need to make sure to pop by and see, Jesse only reiterated time and again that he needs to spend time with Indie.

I suggested a trip to Rexburg. Jesse suggested staying home with Indie.

Although my immediate response was one of insane rage and jealousy that Indie should top the list of Jesse's priorities, I took some time to review the old photos of Indie as a baby. After seeing this little gem of a photo, I began to understand the reasoning.

Indie, we're coming home.

Today's Goal:

Remain positive in the face of English Department politics. It's fine. I wanted to PAY for my overpriced education anyway.

(how am i sounding on the whole positivity thing?)

sad realization

all the television shows i watch these days have commercials for denture adhesives.