Eggs-actly what’s so eggs-piring about these egg cartons?

For the last six months, I’ve been compulsively collecting egg cartons. Whenever I empty one, I consider it carefully, move towards the trash, then swear and chuck it on the top shelf in my pantry with about a dozen others. I can’t stop myself!

(FYI, if I’m suddenly missing, I may have been crushed in an avalanche of empty egg cartons!)

The funny thing is that I have no idea what exactly I plan on doing with all the egg cartons. But, I suspect it may be the greatest craft project of my adult life. Michelangelo saw visions in marble and was compelled to cut the shapes out. Could I be the Michelangelo of egg cartons?

Or, do I just need to buy a chicken?

Hmmm. When I figure it out, I’ll let you know.

Ten days in Montana, 47 mosquito bites, and not a single rattlesnake (thank goodness)

If my blog has been a bit neglected the last couple of weeks, I have a good reason: I spent 10 wonderful days in Montana with Erik and his incredible family. We had the best time. I still have to sort through all my pictures and tell you about my trip, but I didn’t want you to feel neglected with a too-long absence. So, here’s a short look at what’s to come on Friday, when I’ll have a bit more time to devote to a vacation post.

• The run. In the early morning hours of July 4, I completed my first running race, a 4-mile jaunt up Cemetery Hill in Laurel, Mont. I ran the entire 4 miles and finished respectably in the middle of my age group. Not bad for my first try. I was so nervous, I hardly slept the night before and, for the first mile or so, I felt like I might need a diaper. But, those early nerves faded and I made it through, eager to run another day.

• The reunion. I didn’t take any pictures and I probably won’t write too much about it, but I wanted to mention how much fun Erik’s family reunion was on July 3. Everyone was so nice and welcoming. I really had the best time, even though I knew almost no one. Also, on July 4, family members hosted taco and sundae bars…perfection!

• The fireworks. Laurel is a small town, but they do it up big for the Fourth. I was astounded at the fireworks show the volunteer fire department put on. It was the best show I’ve ever seen. Plus, the parade earlier in the day was perfect.

• Tourist time. I feel no shame about playing tourist, and Erik and I made the rounds. We visited Little Bighorn Battlefield, the Pictograph Caves, and spent a day tooling around Billings (including a trip up to the rocks surrounding town and a few minor panic attacks about rattlesnakes and tumbling to our death). I took pictures. Lots of pictures.

To be honest, it’s been really hard coming back to my real life; I have some post-vacation malaise. I miss Erik’s family and I miss Montana. It’s so beautiful and expansive, and there’s space to breathe and relax. I can’t wait to go back. More later!