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In case you didn't know, I'm in a band.

Well, now you know. So let's move on.

Our band played at the Utah Arts Festival last Thursday and we were interviewed by City Weekly magazine.

You can read the article here.

You can listen to our music here.

You can buy me new shoes here.

These ones, preferably:

Puppy love

Justin: I think we should get another dog.
Me: Hahahaha!! Oh man. That's funny. . . ... oh wait. You're serious?

I then proceeded to attempt to talk him out of it, actually believing that it might work. Maybe he'd forget about it and move on. Maybe he would realize that buying a puppy isn't a very smart idea at the moment. Maybe I forgot that it was Justin I was talking to.

That dude is smart. He knows how to work the system.
The next morning he sends me a picture of this:

Seriously? How could I say no to that cute little thing? You're right. I couldn't.

So that evening, I came home to this:

and this:


and this:
and also this:

We are so in love with her. I think you'd have to be lacking a soul to not be in love with her. Unless, of course, she is peeing on the floor, whining, chewing on your shoes/couch/rug/pants/hair/cupboard/door, or biting your nose at 3 in the morning. But then she just looks at you and cocks her head to the side and your heart melts and you forgot why you were upset in the first place.

Harley is loving having a playmate. She was a bit territorial the first day or two, but now I think she's enjoying having another pup to hang out with. And the sweet little pup follows Kennedy all over the house. It's darling.

Welcome to the family, Roxy. Now please stop peeing in the house.

Happy 6th!

My sweet little Kennedy Rae turned 6 last Wednesday. It makes me feel old.

To celebrate this momentous occasion, we had a dinosaur birthday party yesterday.

So you'd think that, being almost the middle of June, the weather would be sunny and warm. But alas. 'Twas 60 degrees, windy and rainy, and nary a glimmer of sunlight could be found. So instead of having 16 children in my spacious backyard, there were 16 crazy 3/4/5/6 year olds in my not-so-spacious basement. Chaotic? Yes. But we made it work.

The plan was to bury dinosaur skeletons in the backyard and have the kids dig them up. Instead, we put them in a piñata (thank you Janica) and let the kids take out their energy by hitting something.

After all the kids had a few tries at whacking the t-rex, the sturdy dino was still intact. So we let Jackson (who should be a pro baseball player) beat the crap out of the sorry creature.

Candy and dinosaur skeletons for all.

Then everyone took turns being a caveman in a T-Rex's mouth.

Except for Kait and Brook. They opted to stay away from the mean dinosaur's jaws. Understandable.

Present time!

Cake!

And here's the inside of the cake. I tried out this rainbow idea and it turned out pretty cool, imho.

Make a wish!

I love my darling Kennedy. She makes me happier than anyone in the world. Happy birthday, my sweetheart!!