The Eye of the Beholder

Do you ever wonder 

what you'd look like

if you could see yourself 

through someone else's eyes? 

Well...

I found out...

and I was fugs. 

Disneyland was supposed to be

the happiest place on earth.

(see the final product of me on the art board)

 Speechless.

Why You Should Major In Broadcast

You get to carry large guns.

Meet one of Barb's 10 Most Fascinating People of 2009.

Hang out extensively with naked cowboys.

Escort the VIP's VIPs to Miley in Bryant Park.

Pretend like you're important.

Predict the weather even though you have no idea what you're talking about.

Test out beach products with the other interns at GMA.

Attend very serious Broadcast Conferences featuring Bob Barker
(Notice my nylons.)


But really...it was a serious conference. I swear.


Act like you're having fun pulling archived video.


Sing with Gospel Choirs

And make a slew of new friends.

Now run along...change your major!

Happy Place

Do you have a place you could wander through

everyday

and never tire of it? 

Mine used to be Nordstrom.

The grand piano...

marble floors...

e-bar...

and beautiful items up for purchase

were enough to cheer up any case of the drabs.

Then...I stopped working there...

and lost my employee discount.

It's still a very happy place for me nevertheless.

(Ok...time to stop...this is getting shallower... and shallower sounding.

Plus...I may want to take into account my

"single lady" status before continuing.

On second thought... c'mon, you know you love it too.)

Lately...

I love love love

strolling through

Williams-Sonoma.

Partly because bestie Allie works there...

and other-partly because...

well...I just like it.

Appliances...cookie cutters...mixers

oh my!

Try their Sprinkles cupcake mixes.

No plane ticket to CA,

no lines,

a little work,

a lot of delicious.

Tom Tom

These attractive,

young, college age

ladies live in

Sugarhouse.

(My sissy being the second from the left.)

I'm not telling you which street,

just in case you're reading this

Tom.

But I'm kind of thinking

you should come stay with me

for while Denny.

See why here.

Jus' sayin.

Let me Clarify...

In my sidebar,

you might see that

one of the descriptions of myself

is

"one time juvenile delinquent."

No,

I am not a klepto.

Not an underage drinker,

or a drinker for that matter either.

No, I did not

get caught smoking behind the school,

or streaking at football game...

we'll leave those shenanigans to the boys.

What I did do,

is break a unique

Idaho law...

which says that you can drive at 15...

but not at night until you're 16.

I didn't take the "at night"

part seriously.

The punishment?

60 hours of lovely community service

(entering recruiting forms at the Marine Corps and finding out everything

every boy at my high school ever did, plus their weight, height, and

what the recruiter thought of them in the "notes" section).

Also,

the State of Idaho

gifted me with a

probation officer by the name of Tanya,

and lots of personal time in the lobby

outside her office

with kleptos, underage drinkers, etc.

as I waited for our weekly visit.

It was a fabulous little

white-trash experience.

I never drove at night again before my 16th birthday.

And Curtis,

the family lawyer,

convinced Tanya to set me free

as soon as my community service was done.

I finished it in 3 weeks...

before orange-vest highway clean-up time.

Praise.

Thanksgiving

Isn't this a great recipe for happiness in relationships too?

I had the most beautiful Thanksgiving weekend...

starting Wednesday

as I watched Dallen step off the airport curb

and into my car.

So much to be grateful for!!!

I haven't been as happy as I was

the last few days

in a long time.

'Tis the season.

WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY (think Annie Lennox)

Yes,

this picture was taken in February, 2009.
Nine months ago.
Nine.
I've had one little
itty bitty trim.
My hair is the same length.
Vitamins? Check.
(more than you know. I love taking vitamins.)
No or very seldom flat ironing? Check.
Wearing my hair curly for the last SIX months? Check.
Good Shampoo? Check.
Not Shampooing everyday? Check.
(sorry if you're grossed out now)
I'm spent.
Tell me...
Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy.
(if you know it, sing it.)

ps. if you're going to tell me to trim my hair more often,
save your comment for the birds.
I don't believe in that.

Don't Mind If I Do!

Anthro Days!
Anthro Days!
Thank you
sister
for your employment.

You know I needed
some comfies
for frigid
Utah winters.
And yes,
you are seeing
same thing,
in two colors.

Should I be embarrassed?

John.

If you know me,

you know I love me some
John.
Make haste
and get
Battle Studies.

He didn't let me down.
Especially with
Heartbreak Warfare,
Assasin,
and Friends, Lovers, or Nothing.
But I'm sure those will change
to other favorites soon.
Did I tell you about how he tossed me his pick?
Another time my dears,
another time.

Relief Society Arms

First came the

Bumpits.

And now...
in even more ridiculous

infomercial items.

I introduce to you...

the

Instant Arm Lift!

And get a load of

the

amazing results!

Get yours
while supplies last
in Utah!

It's Beginning To Look A lot Like Christmas...

I came home to encounter my mother

on a huge ladder 

decorating our trusty tree.

Here is a look at the ginormous 

work in progress. 

The highlight of these jaunts to

Idaho Falls

are always

the kiddies

Presley, Grace, and Finn.

Better known around these parts

as

Sessy, Dwace, and Fee.

You most definitely

don't want to miss

Presley's blog post

about Dallen.

It will not disappoint.

Oh, and

Dear Santa,

Grace wants a tiger and a car.

*Please excuse the crappy camera phone pictures, for I did not have access to my sister's amazing photography skills this time around. 

Another Flashback

I stole this from

Emily's blog.

We lived in Chile together.

She's the tall drink of water on the left.

Our other kindred Sara is on the right.

Her photography is amazing.

She's been creatively inspiring me since

her mixed tapes in '95.

Oh yeah,

and I'm the lil tike in the middle

with the Airwalks and cat-eye glasses.

I was so cool.

All Growed Up

Dis Baby

started a big

adult

job this week.

Clearly

he's been gearing up

for this

since 1987.

*photos courtesy of mama Sherron.

Drumroll...Another Celebrity Sighting!

During our

adventurous

trip to LA,

I stumbled upon this

...creature.

Looking startlingly

more like this...

OHHH MAAAAN!!!!

By The Way...

Did you know

Dallen J. Moore
was born in
Wamego, Kansas....
in
Pottawatomie County...
to
Dr. Wigglesworth?

Sounds like a storybook

where a
Prince Charming
would be born...
doesn't it?
I think so.

Muppet

This is Dallen's brother

Brandon.
Sometimes I call him muppet.
That's because...
well...
see for yourself.

Ok...ok...
despite his resemblance to
Ernie
in this picture....
isn't he cute?
He's a single,
business major at the BYU ladies.
He also plays the guitar and sings.
All interested applicants,
please apply here.
(returned with honor missionary certificate included.)

**album orders also accepted

***Brandon is a very good sport.

****offer only good for a limited time...
as he's sure to be snatched up soon, or be set up by me with my sister(s).

*****offer only good for a limited time also because
he may see this post and force me to take it down.
So hurry!

******rubber ducky, you're the one.

Terrifying

With this blog,

I'm often able to incorporate
one of my favorite hobbies...
embarrassing my sissies.

You can view some of my best work

here and here.
And now,

a third little treat for you.

Shelby.

Isn't she pretty?

Just a Squeezable Little Guy

My long posting hiatus
has all been leading up to this...

This great unveiling...

This moment captured in time.
It's taken me years
(ok, 2 days)
to get my paws on this little jewel.
Feast your eyes on
Baby Dil!

Don't worry.

He was cute then...
and he hasn't changed much.
I think he's even using that same blankie.

Love you Creaky Eye.

U Pick

Do you ever go to SLC Farmer's Market?

I love it.

There's nothing like freshly picked produce.

In Idaho Falls-- my cute little hometown,

my little brother started his own!!

He's 15.

Except it's even better...

You go to his little red barn,

and pick your own produce.

They have 20,000 pumpkins, squash and other fall veggies to pick.

Get your halloween pumpkin there!

Pretty good for a 15 year old huh?

And you can also stop into the red barn

and buy

freshly baked pumpkin bread

and other treats

courtesy of mama Walker.

Could it be any cuter?

They're hosting pre-school or kindergardens for field trips too

where the kiddies can pick their own pumpkin,

ride the little train, and get a treat.

It's the perfect fall experience.

I wish I could be there tomorrow.

Saturdays are fun at the red barn.

Good job little brother.

Oh, and he has a website.

Good luck mini Donald.

Bambi

One more Organ Donation

post...at least for now.

I think everyone should watch this little clip

about my friend Bambi Chugg Thomas.

I was at the Dash for Donation 5k race in Sugarhouse Park

3 days before she passed.

Get your kleenex ready.

What a beautiful woman, mother, and wife she was.