Like sand through the hour glass

Eleven years ago today I was scheduled to go to Jackson Hole Wyoming with my best friend. I was a fairly fresh culinary graduate living on the other side of the country and was on an errand to procure sour dough pancake starter for my head chef.

Eleven years ago today Mother Nature decided to be a butt hole and dumped 12 inches of fresh powder in three hours which rendered the pass closed

Eleven years ago today I was sitting in my parents living room bummed out about the fact that I had failed to complete my mission

Eleven years ago today my sister got a wicked craving for skittles and beef jerky and corn nuts and had to go the only place that sold such a random crappy list of foods

Eleven years ago today there was a casual encounter at the Broulim’s which sent a friend over to my parents’ house that I had not seen in four years

Eleven years ago today I accidentally stumbled on to the path that would result in hours of laughing in a bowling alley, using 5000 cell phone minutes in a month, staying up until all hours of the night to use said cell phone minutes all of which would culminate in me turning down my dream job in New York.

Eleven years ago today I met Brice.

Eleven years later I am sitting in another freak snow storm only this time I am grateful for the moodiness of Mother Nature because this time around I belong to Brice.

Mary had a little lamb

As you know I am trying my hardest to become a converted pinterest mom. This year I stumbled across an advent calander that uses scriptures that revolve around Jesus to help to bring focus onto the true meaning of the season. Since I normally despise all things Christmas I decided to give it a whack so I diligenttly cut out these prescribed versuses and then stuck them in adorable numbered matchbooks. I figured that I was already winning christmas.

 Thing two decided to go first and he boldly read us Isaiah 7:14. It reads Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign; Behold, a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and shall call his name Immanuel.
Thing two read it as a virgin shall conceive a bear. I almost died. Try keeping a straight face through that one! All though truth be told his version sounds way more exciting. Heck for all we know Chewbacca could have been the Christ child if that had been the case. Or smokey the bear, or Yogi or Fozzie. Shoot think of the possibilities. Thanks for nothing pinterest!