Changes in Latitude

It was a scene straight out of Home Alone last night. You remember that one? Crazy people running around, Fuller drinking 2 gallons of soda….the Pizza guy that hits their little garden statue every time? That was our house, minus the extended family with the cheap uncle.  We leave today for sunny beaches and snorkeling in the clear waters of Cancun. It looked like this:


It sounded like this:

“Mom! I can’t find my white shorts!”

“………….ummmm……in the dryer!”

Littlest marching around in only his pajama bottoms singing at the top of his lungs:

“♫Glory, glory hallelujah! I love presents, what it’s Tooooooooooooooooooooooooo Ya?♫”

“Lis, we’re packing light, right? No need to go crazy….right?” I hear my husband’s reasonable voice from somewhere above my head, most likely in the kitchen.

“Of course!”I holler, looking at my suitcase bulging with hair products and flat irons…(silly man. When’s the last time I went crazy?)

But somehow, despite the chaos and headache-inducing bedlam under the roof of the family Carr last night,

ready to go

We are somehow ready to go. I took Frodo the big black poodle on one last romp through the hills this morning. He’ll be taken care of while we are gone, but I know he, like me, will miss our daily runs in the fresh air. Speaking of air, the temperature was a crisp 23 degrees this morning. RE-freshing!

south dakota winter moring

I couldn’t help but marvel at the life I’m fortunate to live: This morning, cold foggy, crystalized grasses in South Dakota. Tomorrow morning, my feet will squash along in wet sand; the temperature in the high 80’s, and I’ll be smelling ocean water. How wonderful.

Cancun beach (Mexico), August 2006

Cancun beach (Mexico), August 2006 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)


Toes by Zac Brown

Me with my Finger Toes. Pay no attention to the tiny foot off to the left. Although it is cute and Fred Flintstone like.

Ya’ll remember this picture? It’s from my  journey Into the Mystic. It’s the best photo I have of the time I spent with “finger toes”.


FINGER TOES. Some people call it a French Manicure. But Another…who will remain NAMELESS<<<(if you click on NAMELESS….it will take you straight to my girlfriend that so nonchalantly decided to make me feel bad about my toes in the middle of a baseball game that our sons were playing in) calls this particular nail fashion…Finger Toes.

“Lis..sorry…but, you have Finger Toes.”  announced Miss Nameless.

Finger toes? How weird is that? Who wants their toes to look like fingers?

I was devastated. Everytime I wore my beloved flip-flops, I was self-conscious. What were people thinking? There goes that girl with the toes that look like fingers. Ewwwww!


Why doesn’t she wear some flats that cover up those finger toes?

So, I went to my wonderful Kerri friend. Master of all things nails….and asked her to get rid of my Finger Toes. She did. This is what they look like now.

Pay no attention to the large black poodle snuggled up. Look at my toes.

So I ask you dear reader: Which look do you prefer? I know what some people would say. But I need your opinion. Because, of all my features..I’ve always been quite confident about my feet. I thought I could pull off any nail design.

Until. You know WHO said you know WHAT.

Please help me get my confidence back.

But be honest.

Because, if I’m walking around looking like I’m doing a handstand….that would not be cool.



Free by the Zac Brown Band

Picnic Day♥


Aspens that I fell in love with♥

Violet took this one. She’d like that noted for the record♥

My smallest Kayaker♥

I asked the littles…”is this more fun than Disney?”. They said yes♥