I called my dad earlier this week to ask him if he would help me build a rack for all the ribbon that is showing up at my office. He said, “Actually I wanted to ask you if you would help me build something.” Me: “Okay… what?” “A tractor out of cans.” Oh right, why didn’t I think of that?  Well I did help and the above is proof of our efforts (I actually did little compared to the rest of the people who were there from LCG Pence). Anyways I helped him and then he helped me with the ribbon rack. I spent the rest of the day working on this project for the Ribbon Jar. It was such an awesome idea, I’m just finding out it will take lots of work, but hey, I’m up for a challenge! Driving this morning was so gross. Yesterday on the way to Salem there were tons of wrecks, not today. Today we had what I like to think of as the hard core Oregon drivers. Now normally I don’t comment on the rain, because what’s the point, we have it all the time, boring. This morning it was pretty bad though. Surprisingly this brings out good drivers in Oregon. Especially on Saturdays when it’s mostly just people who are driving because they want to get somewhere not because they have to get somewhere (like work). These hard core drivers like to prove that they no how to drive in the rain so, no one slows down and no one looses control. I have to say everyone is very nice on the road when it rains, I do not find this to be the case in all parts of the country. I’ve been places where rain is not normal, and it’s raining, and people are acting like it’s the end of the world. I find that very annoying. On my way home it was absolutely beautiful, sunny, and green, green, green. Compare:

ew this is the morning, that cloud was like, way darker in real life

Isn’t that pretty? I think so. I don’t want you to think I don’t like the rain, because baby I do!

Okay and I came home, walked up to my room and saw this:

Look my little snowman has a tulip!  There was a whole bunch on my desk, but I thought this was just the cutest. Bj always puts my little guys like that when he makes my bed. I’ve been wanting flowers forever, thanks sweetie!

Bj and I drove to Salem tonight to have dinner at my mom’s. My little step brother Taylor was there, as were my step sister in law, Coralia, and my cute little niece Brianna, who’s four. Her Dad, my step brother, Aaron, is over in Iraq. My other step brother, Allen, is working in Japan (he’s the same age as me). We were all sitting around talking. I love our family dinners because it seems like my family is really good at talking about everything. Well today we hit on a bunch of topics including piercings and tattoos. After talking about it was said to Brianna, “Never get a tattoo, okay?” She had just been walking her Fisher Price Little People around the table and wasn’t really paying attention. She’s like, “okay.” Then we kind of started talking about something else and she said, “I got a tattoo when I was little, it was sparkly and somebody gave it to me, and it had a mouse dancing (or something like that can’t remember)” So my mom said, “Well glittery ones are okay.” She replied, “Ya, it came off in the bath.” He he he, so funny. I meant to get a picture but totally spaced it. Aaron called Coralia while they were there, it’s cool she gets to talk to him every couple of days. I feel very honored that he has a slang card (see this post) I sent him hanging in his office! Here is a picture of Aaron:

He’s in the middle. He is doing all kinds of stuff over there, Coralia just told us that he is going to work on “beautifying a cemetery” that I guess Saddam had a mass grave in an older cemetery so they are going to fix it up. He works with the ministry, an assistant to the chaplain (I think that is his title, Aaron if you are reading this comment and correct me!!). This is the best picture he’s sent:

It was taken at a girl’s school after a drop off from operation crayon. Aren’t they the cutest happiest looking little people? I’ve been thinking that the world is so big and so small at the same time right now, it’s easy to think that way with so many of my friends and family all over. Scotland, England, Denmark, Japan, Australia, New Zealand, all over the United States, I miss you all!  Thank goodness we live in an age where we can keep in touch. Love and Peace where ever you are!

First of all did you know that wound (“That wound is from an accident with scissors, I was jumping on the bed, long story”) and wound (I wound the red string around my finger and I STILL forgot your birthday!”) are spelled the same? What is UP with the English language?  They definitely did not consult me! Okay, so sorry about the rant.

And sorry Sciarrino, but this is just too funny (only because you were not hurt worse). So Sciarrino comes home and Bj and I are in the kitchen and she has this baby gash on her head and she tells us that she was going to pick up her backpack this morning (that was sitting on the kitchen floor), and when she bent over she got stabbed. How does this happen you ask? Well the funny thing is that Sciarrino bought us a little holder to go next to our dish rack for small things like silverware, and um, knifes. Ya, so when she bent over her head caught the knife drying in the little holder. Sciarrino says, “Well, I think the amazing thing is that I didn’t need a Band-aid.” We do too Sciarrino. Now sometimes you just can’t get a picture of the moment like you would like, what do you do then? You improvise. Here is what I believe happened:

I love Sciarrino (I don’t think many other people would take things like this so well)! Okay now enough with the fun, she does need help. No not with her head. She needs to find more of this tiny paper clip:  The tiny one is the one she wants, the big one is a regular Clipola so you can compare. We know it’s not Making Memories, and I don’t think it’s 7 Gypsies either. It was bought a while ago and she got some of these as a gift and doesn’t have the original packaging. So if you know where to get these mini guys, please let us know (they are for wedding invitations).

*Edited to add: that is an I heart apple shirt, not baby, as Sciarrino originally thought.