tired//lucky

You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we'll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I'll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I'll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.

e.e. cummings

when i turn purple with anger over a betrayal of trust

or i can't sleep with nightmares of a former life

or i beg in tears to not have to leave this place and face provo this fall

i am so lucky to have a husband that will calm me down

with kind words and sweet promises

unmatched even by my beloved e.e. 

wolf attack

so here's the story

i got bit by a wolf spider

had an allergic reaction to it

was home alone

called 911

rode in an ambulance

went to the hospital

annoyed all of the nurses

convinced them that i didn't reallllly need an iv

ate hospital food

freaked bryson out

and went home.

it was a pretty productive trip

i got to cross riding in an ambulance

and eating hospital food

off my bucket list

and the spider that i thought was dead

came back to life

and had 15 babies in its plastic bag.

rip 16 wolf spiders.

"we are gonna run out of air.."

...after all the people put pollutants in the air from the factories making plastic.... bags."
 
                                         - a nine year old explaining
                                               why we need to put air on the list of needs
                                                 during sunday school,
                                                   yelling over the other 98739 year old boys

on an unrelated note, we are never having nine year olds.

(except this one)

tay-has

don't worry guys

i didn't die 

which was actually a legit fear

cause bryson left me alone for 933458347 (12) days 

while he moved and i took exams boooo

all those nights i was just alone and any murderer could have found me

but none did

not even one

ok

away from my dark mind

WE LIVE IN TEXAS NOW

(i think live is the right word. i mean we are here for 4 months 

which is longer than we lived together in utah. so yeah we're going to say live.)

it's heaven.

i'm never going back to provo.

like. ever. 

it's so perfy.

bryson has a big-boy internship.

with big boy hours

and a big boy paycheck.

(and i still am on that smoothie makin lifestyle..cough.)

and normally him being gone for 10 hours a day would be a bummer

and it still is

but it's less of a bummer

because five of my favorite people are also around all the time.

yep. we live with all of my sibs and parents and pet.

(it used to be pets, but the fish died. r.i.p. journey pumpkin) 

and i think they like bryson more than they like me.

but more on that later.

here's a picture-fest of what's been going on.

kimmy got stranded in texas and i rejoiced and yes that's a metal football.

we went to the lake and bryson showed off his bikini bod.

we waited out our first tornado warning. prayers to those in OK.

cactus gardens. even i could grow one.

nubbs participated in her first color 5K and there is still chalk everywhere...

the rangers game where the sky caught on fire and everyone sang texas songs.

i have get to live with this one. every day.

bryson is apparently obsessed with cows and even got to ride one WOOHOO.

and i got a dirty chicken sandwich from my favorite place and all is well.

anyways.

 if you need me, i'll be here.

happier than a slinky on an escalator. 

bryson vs taylor

ok. so we've all seen those parodies by now of taylor swifts...really good... song, trouble

from her...really good new album.... ummm. 

just in case

here's a refresher of the classic goat version

and here is my husband doing a cover of the role of "goat"

BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE

here's a lesser known (but in my opinion better) parody, starring Nigel Thornberry

and bryson, being the adaptable guy he is, once again hits it spot on. 

yup. i married that.

crash.

one time when i was a little sophomore i was really sick

like the throw uppy kind

and so i showered and went to bed

without putting any clothes on

i wake up to find two of my friends in my room

one with a guitar

to serenade me back to health apparently

(don't worry i was covered, and they pretended not to notice.)

this is him

this is the song he played

he's pretty good, right?

(his band is the raven watch. look them up)

WARNING THIS PART IS UNUSUALLY MUSHY.

this song pulls at my heartstrings

it always have

now it just about kills me

because i've got my ball, i've got my chain

he's sweet like candy to my soul

and i couldn't be more in love.

(SORRY I PROMISE IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN ANY TIME SOON)

Scared of the Easter Bunny

the title of the blog kind of gives it away

as a kid, i was terrified of the easter bunny

like, petrified

all of us voigt kids were

which doesn't make sense

i don't remember any traumatizing experiences with giant bunnies 

that would make us catatonic every time the easter visitor was mentioned

anyways

i thought we were alone in this

turns out not exactly

(watch this)