Spring Jam

This past week we had a jam sesh to welcome spring back in to our lives.  Spring has arrived in all of her glory.  We missed her and she is beautiful.  She arrived flaunting warm breezes and copious amounts of pollen and new critters.  She asks us to open up our windows and let the air roll in to make our curtains dance and we oblige.

Our little apartment was donned with pink and white snap dragons and a plethora of instruments.  The apartment was vibrating with with an unmistakable energy.

We gathered nine lovely people around our very small heirloom dinning room table.  We all cuddled closely and conversed and laughed as we filled our bellies.  Then we each decorated our own cupcakes and became giddy from the sugar. 

We poured our new energy in to thanking Spring for coming back once more. 

We celebrated the new life of spring with improvisations and spontaneous eruptions of pleasant sounds.  

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1. Green Apple Jones (it literally tastes like you are biting in to an apple) and homemade Pizza for girls night.

2. My gorgey new navy blues that my mommy bought me on Friday.

3.  Erin, my new little sister.  She is one heck of a sous chef in the kitchen.

4.  Two brother in laws and their fortress of a fire.

5.  Jumbomallow.  Most fantastic for s'more making.  They are the size of a full grown kiwi.  I'd like to see someone play "chubby bunny" with those suckers.  You get an automatic win if you can fit 2 in your mouth.

6.  My super Jones Soda bottle-cap fortune.  Thanks Jones, I needed that.

7.  Lindsay, my 2nd new little sis.  I'm obsessed with her straight across bangs.

8.  Mr. Murphy and I trying not to burn up from our bon-bon fire.

9.  My real little sister, Bek.  I love her and her tender heart to pieces.

Weekends are so heavenly.  And this one was full of:

singing

making music with Mr. Murphy

new shirts with bows

making friends

making pizza

making fart noises

and no laundry...because that would be offensive to weekends. 

pee.ess.

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Monkey Kisses

Poem for the day:

Monkey see, monkey do.

John Murphy, I love you.

Thank you for surprising me with these ridiculously amazing hats last night.  I believed you when you told me they were ALL sold out.

You little trickster.

You must love me or something.

Do you know what happens when monkeys kiss?

They make little baby monkeys that you want to squeeze and smooch on.

We want one of these.  

But the human version.

The end.

Pee.es.

Did you notice that Mr. Murphy has new glasses.  

He looks like a yummy stud.

There's No Place Like Home...

...for the Holidays.

I heard that song approximately 100 times this Christmas season.  Do you ever find that there is that one special song that seems to be on the radio every time you turn it on during Christmas?

This year "Home for the Holidays" was it.

It embodied how I felt this year.

Being in my parents home this year was especially magical.

It was my first Christmas as a married woman

AND

it was my first white Christmas.

Talk about overwhelming.

Matching footie pajamas equal real love.  

We danced around in our monkey feet all morning.

The snow was glorious. I have always wanted a white Christmas.  The fact that I got to experience my first one with my husband was something I will never forget.

John pummeled me in my stomach with a well packed snowball.  

I took it like a champ.

My sister and I posing splendidly on the stairs, just like every other Christmas...ever.

Remember when (this) happened?  Its wonderful how something can fill the hole in your heart right back up with love.  This is Pippi and she is our new love.  We still miss Honey and she will always live in our hearts.

There was sledding and snowball fights.  Well...for my hubs anyway.  I tried to sled but kept falling on my butt.

The day after Christmas Dad made us his famous breakfast.  

Yum.

Yum.

Delicious buttery, cheesy, crap now I can't fit in any of my pants yum.

All hand strung by yours truly.

NOW...for an A.D.D. string of thoughts:

May I suggest laying under the Christmas tree and looking through the limbs?  

I got a Kindle this year and I have no idea what to read.  I have never been a good reader but now that I am graduated, I am going to be allowed to read FOR FUN!!! What is that going to be like? 

What to read...what to read...

Merry Christmas to everyone...now to loose all of this Holiday weight. I don't recognize my own face.

A Bun in a Hot Place

It's finals week.

Stress and anxiety levels are at an all time high.

I may or may not have had random silly crying spells yesterday.

I am expected to graduate in exactly a week.  

If I pass my piano profficiency.   

Ick.

Then...precious freedom and a lot of unknowns.

So, tonight in between me writing a paper for Psychology and studying for Psychology and Mr. Murphy slaving away over his French final we decided WE NEEDED A BREAK!

Enough was enough, our brains had had it and it was time for some sweet sweet music making.  

It is the 2nd best kind of therapy out there.

So, we dressed ourselves and scrubbed off the study grunge and made ourselves look presentable to record a happy song.

Here is our original cover of Iron and Wine's "Such Great Heights" debuting Mr. Murphy's birthday gift.

So, why don't you take a break from what ever hot situation you are in and treat yourself to a little procrastination by yours truly and her honey bun.  

It can be good for the soul ya know?

I want to thank (this lady) for the inspiration for the Audrey Hepburn meets Carrie Bradshaw

BUN!

The light at the end of that long, sad, dark, depressing, lonely tunnel is near.

I can't wait to wear that funny square shaped hat and bask in the glory of 5 1/2 college years.

Now...back to the grindstone.

Thank You Anonymous

Remember how I said I was going to spend my Thanksgiving vacay doing makeovers on my perfectly beautiful twin nieces?

It happened.

And it happened big.

Have you ever seen anything more beautiful?

Want to know the kicker? They are 8. Not 18.

Autumn and Jadalyn are life size Barbie dolls.

Yesterday on (this)post I got an interesting anonymous comment.

 

So, I decided to kill two birds with one stone. 

 

Makeovers-check.

Tutorial-check.

 

Dear Anonymous,

Here is your tutorial.  I love my nieces and they were the perfect models.  Even though they are wee little ones, hopefully you can still apply the techniques to your beautiful face.  

Love,

Rachel, Autumn, and Jadalyn

Jady's finished product.

Auty's finished product.

Their make-up artist:

Sisters.  

They know when to be the hams and they know when to be serious.

We are in love.  My heart hurts to leave them in 3 days.  Maybe we will just move to Walsh.  I could have a pretty busy opera career here in Walsh, right?  Right guys? 

I'm off to bake Thanksgiving desserts with my sister (in-law).  Ahhhhhh, family is so precious.