two years, bread, love & sick...

Mr. Wright has been my Mr. Wright for two years now!

For our anniversary he gave me this nifty danish dough whisk.

You see I have recently learned how to make Artisan bread. When I brought home a sample for Mr. Wright to taste he loved it. The next day there was yeast and cornmeal in the cupboard. Did I mention he does most of the grocery shopping?

He loved it the first time I tried when it was too wet. He loved it the second time when it was too dry. We both loved it the third time (with the whisk) when it was just right!

Could the whisk have made all the difference?

My gift to him was a little fat book of love. I saw the idea online and it turned out so cute...take a look.





But for now all the bread and love in our whole house isn't helping my poor Mr. Wright feel any better. He's been sick for the past 3 days.

Snow anyone?

If it were up to me I would say - no more snow! At least in the valley. Let it snow in the mountains all it needs to. Now I'm not trying to get rid of the season all together or even ruin our water table. I would just prefer not having anymore snow at my house.

Mr. Wright on the other hand...although I don't think he enjoys the snow...secretly wishes for more snow. You see he is a fixer. Since we have been in our house he has found some great deals online. Two that come to mind are our snow blower and our edger. He cleaned them up and worked on them until they worked like a charm. ("worked on them" means he did something to get them from not running to running but I don't really know what...although he explained it to me in detail**sigh**I forgot.)

With the snow blower he also had to replace the blades. And because you can't just buy the blade separately, it created a challenge but he was up for it. He first went around to find some rubber. Now it had to be hard rubber and of a certain thickness. Well, Mr. Wright found it and he got it for free. He then had to drill out the rivets that held the old ones on, cut out the new blades and bolt them on again. What a great job he did but I still don't want it to snow.

The old rivets.

The damaged blades.

The new rubber.

The new blades.

The finished project.

got Voles?

The poor vole gets no recognition.


Everyone has heard of the mole. But most people go their whole lives without ever so much as hearing about "voles," let alone practicing vole control.

Voles construct well-defined, visible tunnels, or runways at or near the surface, about two inches wide. Vole runways result from the voles eating the grass blades, as well as from the constant traffic of numerous little feet beating over the same path.


And if any lawn and garden pest can literally “beat a path” through the grass due to their sheer numbers, it’s the voles. Rabbits don’t have anything over this fertile rodent!

Voles can burrow into the root systems of landscaping shrubs and trees, They can damage flower bulbs and potatoes in the garden. But mainly voles eat the stems and blades of grass. And the runways they leave behind in the process make for an unsightly lawn.

Even in winter you're not home-free with respect to potential vole damage. Voles will use snow as cover as they attack your landscaping.


So, YES, wish us luck cause we got VOLES!!!!!

The above pictures are of our very own vole runways. Mr.Wright saw the signs and has already started the vole control. Another reason I love my Mr. Wright.

He can take care of all your pests too. (shameless plug for Wright Pest Control...)

Could I really be Kristi?

When we were young my Dad would ask us which one of us was Kristi and which one was Kelli. I remember thinking it was kind of cool that he couldn't tell and I would proudly inform him that I was Kelli. Then he would follow up with the question that haunts me today..."How do you know that you are Kelli? How do you know that I didn't switch you in the middle of the night and you just woke up in Kelli's bed."

What!?

I know, how mean right? And by the way, for my sibling out there with this same personality trait (you know who you are), I hope you can see that you take after Dad.

As a little kid, I was troubled for a moment about this question but decided that I was right because I would certainly know if I was really Kristi...right?

So the other day when Mr. Wright and I were talking about childhood memories, I was really bothered that in some of my memories I couldn't remember which one of us did what. Do I have memories of Kristi and memories of Kelli? Why can't I define these things in my head? Could I have been Kristi for a week, month or year before my Dad remembered to switch us back? Who am I?