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Reason #109 why I love my 4-10 work schedule // Part II

Remember this uber-relaxing pool day? Well friends, lesson learned: REAPPLY YOUR SUNSCREEN. How did I let that one slip? Well, I’m usually pretty good with it. Especially since living with Shanna in all of her Utah Cancer Specialists goodness. But this particular Friday it was warm, I was tired, and I got lazy. Not so smart, Jess. Not smart at all.

By that night I swear I was on fire. Radiating heat like never before. I silently prayed for another random June-in-Utah rainstorm (or better yet -- snowstorm?) but nothing. And by the time I woke up the next morning I knew moving around and searching for my aloe was useless considering, well, EVERYTHING HURT. Too dramatic? Maybe. But dramatic seemed in order considering my skin felt like it was eating itself alive.

Weird thing is this: the burn on my legs seemed to fade pretty quickly, but it left behind a friend. Something equally uncomfortable. Something that stole my ankles right out from under me. SWELLING. Considering the burn on my legs seemed fine at that point, I wasn’t sure what was causing the swelling. So Google and I went through some of the possibilities:

• Long airplane flight/road trip? Oh, I wish. Greece or Italy, please.
• Early stage elephantiasis? Um, no thanks.
• Pregnancy? Not that I recall.
• Increased age? Hmm. Maybe?
• Starvation? Certainly not.

After much deliberation (but not really) I decided that it had to be a result of the sunburn. And so my ankles, followed by my feet, continued to grow. Awesome. Every girl’s dream, right? Wrong. Very (very) wrong.

BUT FRIDAY. Glorious, wonderful Friday. For whatever reason my feet decided to come back to me on this day. To let me fit into my running shoes and get back on my training schedule. To let me wear something besides pants in this 90+ heat. To let me look like I still have some femininity left in me.

So, without further ado ....

WELCOME BACK, ANKLES!
I sure missed you. 

I thought about not posting a photo for this ... reasons being: #1 feet are gross and #2 feet are gross. But I'm gonna go ahead and get over it. Plus, what's a post on my blog without a picture?

P.S. Check out those veins! Thanks Marmie ... or better yet, thanks Grandpa Call!

A Saturday

Those Foulger kids

Mama Curlie

Sultry Jen :)

Ginormous red rose in Aub's hair, as per her fervent request

Kambs and her new haircut

Aubs

Pretty Jill

Kambs: holding her rose in her elbow "like the brides do!" 

Riley: 11 YEARS OLD. I'm kind of freaking out about that.

Trace: I'm pretty sure the only way we got this sort of real smile out of him was when Curlie was acting like my 3rd and 4th arms. Maybe you had to be there?

And how about these unforgettable shots? Thems what I like to call FRAMING MATERIAL:

And last but not least, one very patient Dad :)

Reason #109 why I love my 4-10 work schedule

POOL DAYS!

Huh? What are those weird vertical lines on my legs? I don't know, but they couldn't possibly be lines from the lounge chair. Cause what kind of an idiot forgets their towel when going to the pool? No idiots here.

I think I'll name him ... Larry.

So we moved again. What number is that? Move #103? Well ... okay maybe it's not THAT high of a number. But it sure feels like it when I'm once again sifting through all the long lost bobby pins and pennies under the my bed. One of these days I'll have a place of my own where I can paint my walls yellow or red or blue or whatever color I want. But as for now I suppose it's a yearly opportunity to eliminate excess and support my local Deseret Industries. 

POINT BEING: There are a lot of trees around the new place. My first morning there I was woken up by the most beautiful little chirpings outside my window. Lucky me -- turns out there's a whole family/gaggle/grundle (what do you call it?) of birds living in the trees behind the house! And I mean that in all sincerity -- I love it. I crept out the other day and snuck this photo:

Just one cute little guy up there at that moment. I'll bet he's the one that's been singing to me every morning. My own personal songbird .... perfect!

Next step: BIRDHOUSES. Right outside both windows. A little surround sound never hurt anybody. 

E.N.F.

Only about 4 months old and this little dude already constitutes about 75% of all the pictures I take. I'm gonna need a bigger external hard drive.