Monday, September 29, 2008


I Just Don't Get It.

(If you have problems with the embedded video, click here.)

And while it's funny when it's Tina Fey rambling on and on on a SNL sketch, it's SCARY how closely she was quoting the actual Palin/Couric interview. (See this article.)

I am hesitant to venture into politics on this blog, because that tends to be very divisive and ... kinda silly. But we're electing the next leaders of the free world. Is there anyone who actually "gets" her as a VP candidate? Are we really serious?!

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Thursday, September 25, 2008


The Hat ... Not Completed. Yet.

(Side Note: I don't know that I've ever actually heard the Beatles sing "Lovely Rita" ever. But the song has followed me around since the 7th grade with at least one teacher each year singing it to me while calling roll. Thanks to Mr. Colbert for starting the trend. Anyway. It's on now and I'm kinda digging it. If it's my new favorite does that make me arrogant?)


This is where I stand on this hat project. It wasn't going so well. So I pulled it out to start over. And, instead of retrying with the "good" yarn, I just started over on another color (of the same yarn ... don't ask. I'm dumb.) and this is the finished product.

I super hate taking pictures of myself.

Hoorah! I'm finished with it! Now I can re-cast on for the blue one! :-D


Wednesday, September 24, 2008



If you haven't seen this:

you might not appreciate this:

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Monday, September 22, 2008


happy september twenty-second


Monday, September 15, 2008



I keep forgetting to post these pictures. They're several weeks old at this point, but cute nonetheless.

Everyone, meet Charlie.


Or, rather, see him again.
First, here. Then, here. And again, here. Another time, here. And lastly, here.

Charlie was one of our puppies. And we gave him to our friend, Phillip. Well, technically to Phillip's parents, since Phillip was still in Tanzania, where he was spending a couple of years working with the Peace Corps. But he's HOME now! And when we went to see him, there was the added bonus of getting to hang out with Charlie too!


He's a good combination of Rosie and Ollie. Rosie's size. Oliver's good looks. And just the right balance of both parents' personality. And I love that brown nose!!

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Who, when they first saw Sarah Palin, didn't expect this one?!

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Friday, September 12, 2008



from Garfield Minus Garfield

It's been a heck of a week and I'm anticipating a Friday night of NOTHING. And NOTHINGness includes a LOT of sleep!!


Tuesday, September 9, 2008



Man Accidentally Kills Best Friend.

(Yes, I met them more than half-way on that grammatical correction.)

If you read this, would you please take a minute to pray for the Hyrne family. Hannah, Rally, and Mr. Rick just buried their mom (his wife) less than two weeks ago.

Friday, September 5, 2008



Twice this week, my sister walked into my office and we were dressed alike. Awesome.

Also ... Hurricane Hanna? I ain't skeered. I just wish you'd make up your mind where you're going and just GO there!

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Wednesday, September 3, 2008


Number 4.

September 3, 2004

Dear Kyle,

We were married four years ago today. Which means that four years ago at the time I'm typing this (6:50 am), I was probably laying awake in bed, squished between several of my girlfriends who'd made it to town early, with a strange mix of excitement and anxiety twisting my stomach into knots.

I knew I wanted to marry you. I knew I was doing the right thing. And it was our decision. But that bittersweet anxiety mixed with sadness and a large dose of excitement ... I think every bride can identify with that. Questioning whether all the preparations are made. Whether everybody's going to remember what they're supposed to do. Whether I've done everything I'm supposed to do. And throw in a little hurricane chaos ... just for good measure.

But still, at seven o'clock that evening, dressed to the nines (even with bare feet) I stepped out in confidence, knowing that I had been chosen by you. That we were choosing each other over every other potential mate the world had to offer, over the naysayers, over our families, and over anything else that might threaten to pull us apart. This, we determined, is the path we would travel, and we would do so together.

And, in a similar fashion, every day as I walk out of the house (never dressed as nicely but often still with bare feet), I meet the world as Mrs. Kyle Polk. Chosen. Loved. And bound to annoy the same man for the rest of our lives. Lucky you.

Let's have another 4, and then 14 and then 40. Shall we?

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