Meet Giggles
I am an educator and graduate student. I quilt, belly dance, run, read, and try to grow things. I am a Mormon. I am a daughter, sister, aunt, grand-daughter, friend, and wife.
more...The start of forever
Brett and I got married 2 years, 2 months, and 20 days ago.Lonely Post of the Week
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- Belly dancing and physical therapy7 February 2006
You can always use what you learn.
- Belly dancing and physical therapy7 February 2006
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I’m a Mormon
Monthly Archives: July 2010
My inner introvert
Categories: Life, Relationships
My name is Lisa. And I’m an introvert. And I’m perfectly fine with that fact and don’t plan to change it any time soon. Keep reading
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Good News Minute
Categories: Happy Things
It is 60 seconds for anyone to share whatever good news they have that week. … Surely we all have at least one good thing happen to us each week. … So take your own 60 seconds today and think of the good news in your life. … Keep reading
Power of 2
Categories: Random
Lots of good things come in sets of two. Like heads. Heads are good things to come in pairs. Keep reading
Sweet 16
Categories: Life
I’ve always been a little different, and I wasn’t exactly sure what a “traditional” sweet 16 party included, so I made up my own. And it was sweet! Keep reading
I’m on a cart
Okay, now who here hasn’t wanted to have someone push them on those carts? (Harold B. Lee Library) Keep reading
Drooping Rabbit Ears
Categories: Random
The Prime Time Emmy nominations came out last week. I apparently don’t watch good television. I went through the whole list and this was what I’ve seen: Keep reading
Wednesday’s Random Sampler – July 14th
Political fact checking. Google Doodles. Do tractors smile? Die Bugs! Leftovers. Duck beaks in my hair. Eight months. You know, the random stuff. Keep reading









