About



I'm Mandy.  
First thing you should know...I'm not really a blonde.  
I live in Utah.  And yes, I am a Mormon.
I don't make or eat icky casseroles with corn flakes crumbled on top and I can count on one hand how many times I've made jello.  
I also don't share my spouse with any other wives.  Thank Goodness!

I met Brian, a handsome California chap, 15 years ago, snowboarding.
I saw him in the cafeteria and instantly fell in love with the dimple in his chin and the arrogant way he carried himself.  (Who doesn't love a confident Matt Damon look-a-like?) 
I introduced myself and we spent the rest of the day snowboarding together.

We were married 4 years later. 
I'm a lucky gal.
He loves to cook and I assemble and fix stuff.  
It works out perfectly.

We have 3 kids and are expecting our 4th in May 2012.
(Yay!  And a little bit of Oh No!  What am I thinking?)

Elle is 7.


Owen is 5.


And our fearless toddler, Hazel, is almost 2.


We don't have pets. 
Three members of my family are terrified of animals.
I'm not naming any names, but one of them is taller than me.  
So, my kids have pet blankets with names and I have a pet garden that I water and groom.
I mourn it's death every year.

I am a full-time, stay-at-home, CEO and mother to my family.  
I excel at speedy diaper changes, crunching cheerios under my feet, back tickles, dancing in my pajamas and I'm hoping to accomplish being in two places at once soon.
 I'm a happy nutcase.  If there is such a thing.
Our life is crazy just like everyone else's.  Most days I wonder how I survive.
And then I realize that life would be very boring if it weren't crazy.

My memory stinks, I hate fast-food and I'd rather
chew on shards of glass than fold laundry.  But I do it anyway because having two socks is kind of a necessity in the dead of winter.

Running keeps me off the crazy pills, snowboarding and surfing help me feel young and my camera is practically glued to my eyeball all day long.  I will always choose Indian food over anything else and I'd rather write than sew.

I cry often and I admit to crying because being a mom is hard.

I long for the day that the inside of my car isn't covered in pretzel dust, papers, clothes and stains.  But I also know that having a clean car all the time would be boring too.  So I hope that day doesn't come too soon.

Nothing can top tiny fingers wrapped tightly around mine and tiny toes nestled under my thighs to keep warm.  Those are the rewards to this crazy roller coaster ride called motherhood.

 Our kids are not perfect, and neither am I, by any stretch of the imagination.  And I'm learning to not want to be.  It's liberating to love flaws.  It's human to have weaknesses and I have plenty.

I love being a mom.  I wouldn't want to do anything else right now.
I love being a Mormon.  I believe in God and couldn't survive without His help every single day.  My mission is to find and remember the good and share it with others.
Thanks for stopping!
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