looky, looky

my "going away" present.

i love how mom puts a title on it. as if it's totally normal that she gave me this.

notice anything else that's new? i got a new 'do.

malorie: i dare you. and you better do it so i won't see you be-bopping around with those gorgeous locks in HK. 

my first picture: scott the morning after shipping day.

shipping day

because scott and i didn't have our personal one of these this morning:

we found that borrowing this is the definitely the way to go.

::the perks to our little helper::

*it carries so many boxes at a time

*we don't have arguments looking like this: "cat, if you could just shove 5 more boxes in your arms, then we could carry these 14 down in only one trip." [i know, so appealing right?] 

*and it makes the boxes feel like we do when we're floating in the pool. weightless and wonderful.

after our morning fun with Dolly, we headed to the Dean's to load our stuff on the back of an 18 wheeler. the 40 foot container will drive to California and hop on a boat headed to China. needless to say, we're exhausted [let's be serious, we=scott] and we're excited. this was shipping day. 18 more days is moving day.

neutro:nightmare

so i thought i'd try it. what harm would it do, right? fresh foaming? sounds pretty good. i'm pretty loyal to certain products. my usual face cleanser was out so i decided to buy the cute little blue bottle that even said it was also makeup remover in tiny print at the bottom. 

well, that was wednesday night. come thursday morning, i was [of course!] expecting to find this in the mirror:

but this sleeping beauty opened her puffy eyes to find this:

it was one of those rare times where i could see white all the way around my eyes.

poor scott. he kept saying "it really doesn't look that bad". isn't he sweet. and i've been in a slight itching frenzy ever since.

 

our little ballerina

these colorful hands are leaving soon and venturing out to California.

my sister has always been independent and usually all over the place [kind of like her color pallet of paint shown above]. never a dull moment. love seeps out of her.

 even at the age of four she saw all the candy in her stocking and immediately exclaimed:

i got lots of chocolate for my lots of friends

. 

her giving has been like this ever since. she is flowing with mercy. and you always have that feeling of home when you're around her. it's as if she is just waiting with open arms for people who need to be heard. i'm joyful for the people who get to meet this little ballerina. 

well. color me happy.

 and look who showed up right in the middle of the film that i got developed:

attitude adjustment

i know. you're automatically assuming that i have to be talking about scott. so for a second, let's just pretend that this is about me. ever since this whole packing thing has started up, i have taken on some kind of awful attitude. you know the one... where everything is revolved around me? let me draw you a little picture of what that has been like:

     big Dowe used to say "the Queen has arrived". [i can still hear the sarcasm in my dad's voice]. and let me tell you, this title has been quite fitting.

             and this is the way i have been picturing scott [or even better: expecting scott to be.]

the problem?

well yes, there are many of them in this picture. but how does my attitude get so messed up to where i think that it is me who is the main character of everything. i need an attitude adjustment. 

                          and why is it so hard to do the very thing that brings perspective?

my little rebel

well scott decided to break his own rule [not starting this thing until we get to HK] by posting a few here and theres. so i thought i'd do my own little tid bit with an oh so grateful shout out to the Tyers.

while you were probably doing this last week:

scott has been:

we appreciate you so much.