I love to host parties. Last year, I had one for National Pie Day. I wanted to have one when David was able to start taking Humira, but David didn’t really think it would be fun to have people watch as he gave himself the first injection. I had planned a cake shaped like the Humira pen and everything.

I only go into Paperie & Co. if David is up for me having a party. I have NEVER gone in there without buying invitations and hosting a party. Once I bought a dress and didn’t have any place to where it so I threw a party.

But the craziest party I ever had was when I was thirteen. I threw a funeral for summer. Yes, I hosted a funeral. I did NOT want to go back to school. I hated my middle school years. Hate is a strong word, and it’s a strong emotion, as David likes to say.

What does it say about me that my teenage angst fueled parties instead of dying my hair?

I dressed in black and wore a widow’s veil. I invited my friends and their parents over as well as family and neighbors. We started by burying a summer time capsule with ticket stubs and pictures of all the fun things we’d done that summer. My brothers and their friends did a cap gun salute and buried the box. Two neighbor ladies sang Amazing Grace.

Then we had a wake. It was fabulous. Everyone brought a dish and we had an awesome pool party.

And yeah, I had to go to school the next day. My parents were so great to let me have that party. The next year they let me homeschool.

Hmm…maybe when David is feeling really well he’ll let me have a remission party…

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Autumn is my least favorite season. I’m sorry. I know a lot of you love the fall, but I’m a summer girl. All the delicious produce, the wakeboarding and barbecues…Sigh. I love summer. In middle school I hosted a funeral for summer. I’m not kidding. The Sunday before school started, I invited a bunch of friends, family and neighbors over for a funeral. We buried a shoe box full of ticket stubs and pictures. A summer time capsule. My little brothers did a cap gun salute. And then we all ate a bunch of fabulous summer food. It was a blast. And yeah, I throw parties for everything.

Unfortunately, for me Autumn means severe allergies. Now, with David’s Psoriatic Arthritis, I really dread Autumn because the weather starts changing, and changes in barometric pressure really hurt his joints. However, I am decorating for the season this year. I didn’t last year, probably because we’d only been in the house a few months and I was more focused on unpacking.

Here are some pictures.

What do you think about the dining room table? I’m not sure I like the line of decorations. Maybe I’d rather have a cluster of pumpkins in the middle like on the kitchen table. Ideas?

The best thing about Autumn is it means Christmas is coming. Christmas is my favorite holiday. It’s incredible to think that God sent his Son to live among us and die for us. Celebrating our Savior’s birth puts people in a generous mood. And there are several baked items that my mother only makes at Christmas.

Oh, and here’s the picture of my poor baby Brother #1 right after he had his wisdom teeth pulled.

This is what he normally looks like.

I chose this picture because Brother #1′s puppy is just so darn cute. This picture was taken almost a year ago. Little Grizzly is now 90 pounds. Brother #1 is doing fine now, Praise the Lord!

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I feel like I’m cheating on my blog. I haven’t really been writing. I’ve just been making lists.

I hope no one is offended or disappointed. Right now I just have no desire to write about David’s arthritis. It’s so awful. Things are really hard. We were expecting David to feel great this summer. He’s felt better, but definitely not great.

Anyway, if I write about it, it will just sound like whining. Everyone would try to tell me how it’s going to be fine, blah, blah, blah…But you know what? It might not be fine. David may never go into remission.

I’d better stop myself before I start writing about this. Because this past week I haven’t even wanted to think about arthritis.

I’m stopping now. No more arthritis.

Have I told you, dear reader, about the hand soap I like for the kitchen? Bodycology’s lemon scented hand soap. It smells like real lemons! You can get it at Wal-Mart.

A Young Wife

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