Tuesday, June 8, 2010


I wish all days consisted of the Tudors, sewing, soup, three hours of tennis, friends, and ice cream.  Annnnd now I'm going to take a bath.

Too bad tomorrow's work! 

And since I haven't posted any pictures recently, here's a picture of my super duper cute nephew GK making his fishy face while standing next to some fishies at the Lincoln Park Zoo in Chicago.


I talked to my dear friend Rachel today.  She lives in Humboldt, and she and her husband Dan were really the first people to be our friends (well, them and the Csehs).  We hung out at their house a couple of times a week, and we spent holidays with them when we couldn't go 'home' to Chicago or Idaho.  I was at the hospital visiting their daughter just 7 hours after she was born.  I could tell Rachel pretty much anything.  She was the one I talked to after Bryan was in the hospital with pneumonia; she was the only person that I really cried in front of when I told her how scared I was that he could have died.

This was the first time I talked to Rachel since we moved; I don't talk on the phone very much, and neither does she.  It was really really great to talk to her, and I didn't realize how much I missed her and Humboldt (meaning all my friends plus the place itself plus my church, Catalyst) until I hung up the phone and started crying.  I really love Wyoming but I hate that we're so far from our Humboldt friends.  Our Humboldt friends were there for us the first two and half years of our marriage.  They were the first people we met for the first time as a married couple.  Humboldt was the first place that was our home, as a married couple.  It will always have a very special place in my heart.

Today is beautiful in Wyoming, but in my heart I wish I was in Humboldt today.