linky love

today I’ve come across a bunch of wonderful things that I just must share!

beautiful plate with a Mr. Darcy quote on it. I can hear and see Colin Firth deliver the line…can’t you, fellow P&P lovers? I totally printed the photo and am putting it in a frame on the shelves above my bar tonight.

adorable crocheted headwrap loveliness! I am NOT crafty in this way at ALL, but I have some awesome friends who are and have offered to make me one or two of them after I begged on Facebook today. 😉 Conventional headbands give me a horrible headache, so I thought this would be perfect, besides being freakin’ cute!

a beautiful post with a lovely thought about God waiting to bless us us. I have only met Jenny once, but she’s a sweet woman and I love reading her blog about their family life and her creativity. Having a dear friend find out she’s expecting this week after 2 1/2 years of trying, this blog post brought a smile to my face and a lump in my throat. The verse Jenny used at the end of her post is one that God gave me in a time of waiting and wondering if and when He would do something big in my life. I ❤ Isaiah 30:18.

homemade granola bars with GINGER? Yes. please. I like the formula of this recipe so you can tweak and add things as desired. I do a lot of tweaking when I cook and bake. A lot.

dark chocolate and orange scones. Yeah, I’m definitely making these to take to MOMS group on Tuesday. Can’t wait to try them!

And that’s all she wrote, folks!


blue eyes. mine, not frank sinatra’s. 🙂

I’m your quintessential blue eyed, formerly blonde haired girl.

My hair has gotten darker and darker through the years, much to my dismay. As a kid I was tow-headed, almost white blonde in the summer, strawberry blonde the rest of the time. As I’ve aged, my hair has gone from that to dishwater blonde, to squirrel gray ashy-blonde, to my dabbling in a multitude of colors because I get bored with what the good Lord gave me.

But my eyes, well, they’ve stayed true blue. 🙂 As if anyone’s eyes change color after 28 years!

foto friday: the many faces of jack

my son has many expressions. when he first meets people or is in a new situation, he has this furrowed, concerned brow that makes you think he’s mad or concerned. when you finally realize what he’s trying to communicate to you, he gets this excited, happy smile and he nods.

this week he learned the word “stuck” and now says “RAWR” when you ask him what a lion says or “OOH OOH” when you ask him what the monkey says. 🙂 its pretty cute.

the bottom right photo is titled: its a party in my mouth!

I promise my next post will be writing. I’ve not been super inspired recently, which means I need to write more. For me, writing begets writing and creativity begets creativity. mostly I’ve just been trying to get through the “dog days of winter”. Spring will come, right? 🙂


silhouette on a cold winter day

this week we’ve stayed inside A LOT. With temps in the negative range almost every day, or at least negative windchills, along with J-Boy being sick most of the week, not much could induce me to leave my cozy house. In this picture I’m cozily clad in all manner of fleece and wool, standing in the window of my bedroom as the winter sun shown bright one afternoon.

one thing winter in Minnesota has going for it is that on the coldest days, the sun always shines. I think its a grace of God that its not both FRIGID and DREARY together. If its warmer, its cloudy; if colder, its sunny. Today I’m hoping to “blow the house dust off” my stir-crazy self, even if just for a Target/Starbucks run. By myself. 🙂

foto friday: starry night

a starry winter's night

i haven’t posted in a week mostly because my little J-man has required a lot of attention the past several days due to the evil that is teething and getting sick on top of that (or along with it). 😦

When he has been sleeping, I’ve been working like crazy to get the normal stuff done OR relaxing because he’s not crying or clinging. Then at night he’s not been sleeping and I’ve been up with him because of COURSE he gets sick the week his dad is back to work. 🙂 Darnitall.

Anyhoo…that explains my absence/lack of mental capacity to write anything, if anyone was dying to know.

Last weekend though, Kyle and I enjoyed a fun, very Minnesotan date night. Wild River State Park, located on the St. Croix, is not far from our house. We try to make good use of its walking paths and hiking trails in the warmer months, and Kyle snowshoes there in the winter. It’s a beautiful park and is kept well-maintained.

This past weekend they hosted an annual Candlelight Ski and Prarie Bonfire event. All of the trails were lit with luminaries to enjoy a nighttime hike or ski through the woods and an enormous bonfire could be seen for miles around as we drove down to the river. It was magical, like something out of winter-cursed Narnia or a glen from the Shire.

We opted to hike, since we don’t have cross-country skis, and it was quite a workout! The snow was moderately packed down, but still required a fair bit of trudging – like walking on a sandy beach for all you that can’t fathom walking through more than 2 inches of snow. 🙂 We went about 2.5 miles round trip between the two lodges at the park.

Bonfires at each lodge welcomed frosted travelers and cookies and hot cider begged us to stay and warm ourselves in the middle of our snowy journey. It was an exquisitely beautiful night. Not bitter cold, but cold enough. A navy, velvet sky twinkled with diamond stars and a luminescent moon shone down.

We walked to the blaze that was billed “the largest bonfire in the state of Minnesota” and had no reason to doubt whomever decided it would be so. I fulfilled a grown up winter wish of making a snow angel in the thickly piled snow field. 🙂 And then we returned to the truck, happy and tired and cold-kissed with rosy cheeks and red noses.

a wonderful starry night.

photo credit: Kyle Puelston

foto friday: grandma puelston

each friday I plan to post a picture and a little info about it. So here’s the first installment. 🙂

today we celebrated the life and mourned the loss of a wonderful woman that I am proud to call “Grandma” even though I married into the family. Doris Puelston was a gem of a woman – spunky, happy and hospitable to the end. On Monday, the Lord called her home to glory and she rejoices with Him even now in her eternal home.

this picture was taken on Thanksgiving, which was one of the last times we were all together with her lucid and feeling chipper, despite the illness that ravaged her lungs.

today’s memorial service was a sweet time of remembering the special lady she was and her legacy of love remains among Kyle’s family members. And we all look forward to the day we will all be reunited in heaven!

the last picture of all of us

In memory of Doris M. Puelston – June 2, 1931 to January 17, 2011.



outside on a sunny, "warm" winters day

today (just got back now, in fact) J-Boy, Nikon and I took a lovely walk around our neighborhood. Packing a 30 lb. toddler on my back for 3/4 of a mile trudging through the sloshy snow was kind of challenging!

I wish I could let you hear Jack saying “snow” – its this cute, nasal sound that is more like “no”, but is different from the way he says no. I’m finding his language development so fun and fascinating. 🙂

And yes, the pile of snow at the end of our driveway is as tall as me. thanks for noticing. 😛


week 1 of 52

This year I decided to do a 52 week self-portrait challenge. I’m not very technical behind the camera, and some of these will definitely be taken on my iPod (thank you, Hipstamatic app!), but I thought it would be a fun challenge for my narcissistic side to take a picture each week.

I promise to be creative sometimes!  here I am last week: 1/52. With my Jaclyn Smith hair and all.

I think, therefore i blog

I have a bad habit of blogging too late at night. And on weekends. I guess my brain and heart are full and I feel the need
to share, particularly now. so I can sleep.

Today I’ve been thinking a lot about friendships that used to be. People I once was close to and shared my hopes and dreams with…friends I thought would be around for life, or at least most if it.

Then time passes, and you or they enter a new stage of life or you remain behind while they soldier on to the next adventure. The phone calls get further apart. Your interaction and social lives diverge. Life goes on. You drift away.

On the other hand, there is one or sometimes a few, if you’re a lucky one like me, that are like the sisters your parents never gave birth to. Through the ebb and flow of life, they are constant. you figure out how you relate under new life experiences and stick like Gorilla Glue, no matter how many miles separate.

I’m in a place right now that feels like friend limbo. The sister-friends aside, I feel a little adrift.

One of my besties will be leaving MN sometime this year. I’m married, a couple friends aren’t. I have a kiddo now, and some friends don’t or some have more than one. I’m still getting to know the women in our new (and wonderful!) church and small group. I live a lot further north than 75% of the women I know at MOMS and through other social connections.

I’m not whining. I just need some relational ballast.

I can’t really figure out what I’m so nostalgic about regarding the friends that have slid out of my embrace, but I miss them.

I struggle inwardly to make new connections, even though I appear extroverted. My deep self both yearns and loathes vulnerability in a dissonant chord.

My only remedy for this weird sort of friendship purgatory is to invite people over, to put myself out there and hope that the other person might crave female companionship as much as I do.

Friendships take time, but darn it all, time seems to take friendships. Ah, there it is again, the bittersweetness of life.