another one from the niece

I was cleaning out my inbox (clearly I have no life!) and came across the following email from my sister-in-law:

Today I gave the girls hard boiled eggs for breakfast. This conversation followed.

Sariah: can we kill some eggs?
Me: what?
S: I want some of those eggs that you kill
M: eggs that you kill?
S: yeah. I love killed eggs. Do you kill eggs?
M: Um. Not really.
S: yes you do. When you dip them in the colors and they are all beautiful.
M: Oh, you mean dyed eggs?
S: yeah. Dyed.

Decisions, decisions

I think I've pretty much decided to move back to Utah. It feels right. I was thinking about this summer, but now that the decision has been made, I'm antsy and want to go now. I don't think finding a job will be a problem (famous last words!), but I'm worried about finding somewhere to live. I have a dog that doesn't get along with my parent's dogs, so I can't really stay there until I find something else, but I might have to anyway. My mother will have a conniption fit. She is not my dog's biggest fan! Grrr . . . What to do? I actually do need to stay here for at least a few more months-moving in the middle of the winter in Wyoming is not something that is easily done. So maybe by spring/early summer I'll be in Utah again! Whoohoo!

For Meagan

My last roommate, Meagan, keeps bugging me about updating my blog, so here are some random pictures of our brief cohabitation from my phone:

This is the one bonfire we had in our backyard. We couldn't get it to start, so I whipped out some bacon grease to get it going. It actually worked fairly well. The picture taking did not:

My pasta salad that Meagan loves:


Her sweet dog, Vixen (and my dirty laundry):


There's a creek/crick/slough that runs through her parent's farm. The area where the cows live during the winter is right by the water, so when we saw something weird in the water later in the spring, we thought maybe a calf had fallen into the water and drowned as it was being born. Turns out it was just some paper.


A frightening number of cats live on the farm:


Meagan and her mom, who is one of the coolest ladies EVER:


Trying on hats at TJMaxx:


The puppy (named Veronica Mars) who Meagan convinced me to get. She only lasted a couple days before I gave her away. I am not a puppy person.