Tell You [a] Little Story

Every once in a while I like to revisit this song. It's a favorite. See 1:50.

Somebody took pictures of an event in the Craig household (and her name is Abby), so I present to you a photographic account of Miss Norah's rainbow birthday party

When I remember, I like to end each day asking each member of our family his favorite part of the day. It causes us to end the day with a memory of something happy or fun or peaceful, instead of dwelling on all the garbage we dealt with. Today, though I neglected to ask my children, I am choosing to sort through much mucky muck of this day and remember the best part: a spontaneous and fervored duet with Steve of rem's Radio Song as we were getting ready for bed. I also liked when Abby came over and was nice and supportive and helpful. I hope she had fun seeing Phoenix tonight in concert. I like Phoenix, both of them. I love Abby and I'd like to add that all of my sisters should live near me. I adore rem. And I like favorite parts of days that really aren't altogether stupendous.

My life is sort of crazy right now, much busier than usual and with ever so much not getting done (*ahem* laundry/backyard/temple/bills/reading for class), so what did I do? I started attending a Chinese class that a neighbor put together for parents whose kids are in the immersion program at school. It starts at 9:30 at night. No problem, right?! Xie xie.

I like to change up my blog design with great frequency, and sometimes I like to make it purposefully ugly and unpleasant to read. Why would I possibly want to have an ugly blog? Because, my friends, every once in a while I need to channel my younger, sassier, and more defiant self who wants nothing to do with the status quo and has general distaste for conformity. Not that I don't appreciate beautiful blogs . I do. My sisters are both the bomb.com at making things look gorgeous. But it's not necessarily a talent that I value enough to dedicate serious time to myself. Plus, while I love having a forum in which to have conversation and I especially love conversation and am interested in what people have to say and so I think blogs are great especially since I'm taking a fb hiatus (breathe), I do not seek after nor desire a large audience to read this blog. I have never once promoted my own blog and I like that's it's very grassroots and raw. That is why I said,

Pandora, all of a sudden. People who genuinely love my children. This expression of specific belief. Saying "I believe" or "I'm coming to a belief" in favor of "I know" in formal bearing of religious testimony. My mom and dad and brothers and sisters. Long weekends. Days with nothing whatsoever on my calendar. Buying gifts for people. Receiving gifts. Eating out. Exploring big cities by myself. Beating Ryan at Scrabble. Bargains . My Blendtek blender.