feeling a bit "under the weather"

♥ jewels

Daddio

Each year that passes,

I'm even more glad,

More grateful and proud

just to call you my dad!

Thank you, Dad...

for listening and caring,

for giving and sharing,

but, especially,

for just being you!

I'll always love my daddy.

Happy Father's Day!

♥ julie bird

hello, friday

{Countdown: 71 days!}

Friday, what took you so long! Any fun plans this weekend?

'

The sunshine is finally making her debut,

& I'm loving it. I am hoping for a sunny days ahead.

Trav & I are going Rodeo-"ing" tonight and heading

to Idaho Falls on Saturday and Sunday for some relaxing down time with family

over Fathers day weekend.

I have lots to look forward too

this summer

...

{Mrs. Julie Carol Standley on August 28th @ 1:30 pm in the Idaho Falls Temple}

& Next week

...

On Monday, haircut and color. Yes! :)

Thursday thru Sunday Va-cay at Bear Lake with the Stewart bunch.

I'm sooo excited for raspberry shakes

& the freezing cold lake!

♥ jewels

I am...

Where I am

I sit now wrapped in a blanket, typing to the drip-drop of drizzles on my window, occasionally glancing up to admire my mountains veiled in mist. And I envision...

I walk stone-faced down congested 6th Avenue blending into the crowd in my black trench and oversized sunglasses. I am an elegant sophisticate, writing impressive journalism for a major city paper. On drizzly Saturdays the ink of the same paper, held above my head, will drip-drop at my side as I run from my small, cotemporary loft to the waiting taxi. Abstractly wandering the Met in an oversized grey sweater allows me to escape close to home. I will sit on a bench, preferably accompanied by a friend, for hours, in silence. Simply because it's lovely.

I scrape drying jam from the counter as my knight in shining armor dashes out the door, barely stopping for his briefcase, a kiss, and a harried look. I almost see the brilliant orange of Alpine autumn before the door slams again. Little ones gallop about, dotting the floor with jelly beans and bumping walls as they go. Shrieking joyfully and waving their stubby arms to catch my attention. A half-empty bowl of milk teeters on the countertop and crashes to the ground. Amidst shards of glass, kicking limbs in my arms, and drip-drops of milk on the stools, we laugh.

I absent mindedly brandish my chef's knife, crush potent garlic cloves under its weight, and toss sizzling flavor into my screaming pan. Six new orders catch my eye. Chef sees them too. Through the steamy haze, he barks something about slow knifes and still hands and I hastily turn back to my station. 7 o'clock, the dinner rush on Sunset is hardly over. Sweat drip-drops at my hairline, then joins tomato puree and pomegranate juice on my sleeve as I move to wipe my brow. I sigh at the clock, and then smile as my hands restart their work.

In any city, whomever I am with, I hope I will remember the 19 year old clattering away on her keyboard, terrified to choose. I hope she is who she's always wanted to be. I hope she lives exactly how she has always wanted to live. She will be happy. She will have settled for nothing and she will continue to reach for everything.

{write, read, share. publish}

♥

be ok

"Often the most difficult times of our lives are essential building blocks that form the foundation of our character and pave the way to future opportunity, understanding, and happiness."

--Elder Uchtdorf

♥

Mr. Sun?

Sorry I've been MIA since school started. I've thought of so many funnn posts. but never got around to publishing anything.

Well, well, What a lovely relaxing Sunday.

Tomorrow is the start of a brand new week. oh goooood :)

I'm excited but nervous, scared but thrilled all at the same time.

I'm happy :) I hope you're happy!

Oh &&& Mr. Sun.....

please shine down on me.

♥