My Version - Ace of Base

I saw the SUN, and it opened up my eyes

I saw the SUN

Life is demanding without understanding

I saw the SUN and it opened up my eyes

I saw the SUN

No one's gonna drag you up to get you into the light where you belong...

The worth of 2 cents

A penny for your thoughts, remember that old saying? How much can thoughts really be worth?

Some thoughts/ideas can be priceless. Here are two of my current thoughts. They race through my mind at breakneck speed and they will not leave me alone. They are a constant in my life right now.


1. Grow a garden.

2. Work hard on your food storage.


I know that so many people tire of me blabbing on and on about this subject, but I feel that it is vitally important. If it wasn't, then why have our modern day prophets counseled us to do so? How much longer will people either hide their heads in the sand or pretend that nothing bad can happen?

Hard(er) times are coming. Better safe than sorry.

Business 101

Our version of Donald Trump.

This is Scotty's sign posted on his door:

I like the way this kid thinks!

He makes me laugh

Today I asked big Zack, "Guess who I saw today?"

Scotty hollered, "Chuck Norris?"

Doesn't everyone know it's all about ME?

Hmmmm, they must have missed the memo.

I always look forward to Relief Society Meeting, especially when it involves food. So, why then, am I so bitter about tonight's? It is going to be a fun activity, some of my dearest friends will be there, and there will be new friends to meet...

Oh, wait, I know why - the refreshments are supposed to be light and healthy.

Crap.

I get it, really, I do. It's the new year, new goals, a new 'you'. BUT...when I get to have a night out, I want to indulge and splurge a little. Please don't preach to me that healthy food can be sublime. I know it can be. And yes, I know I'll learn new ideas, taste new things, blah, blah, blah...

Want to know a little secret? Shhh, come closer and I'll tell you.

Did you know that I cook healthy food? More than just periodically? You can even ask my family if you don't believe me. But that's when I am 'on'. Do you get my meaning? I have this whole drama or play that I put on almost every night with a cast of characters that are as diverse as they are beautiful. Crisp veggies, tender fruits, delicate fish, olive oil - you get my drift. I even have an OCD thing about not having the same color or texture more than once on the plate. So much pressure!


I also am always expected to set a good example for my children in what I eat (what's up with that?). We have dessert nights only on the weekend and I try to encourage fruits or nuts for their snacks. I think I am doing OK.

Yes, over the years I have been considered by many to be a junk food junkie, but I am much better when it comes to what my family eats. I am accountable to them, therefore, I eat my junk food in private.

I know that the sisters in charge of the activity have worked hard and I love them all to death. I also know that many sisters have even asked for and suggested this healthier idea. I know that I will love it all once I am there, it's just all in the build up, so please, forgive my whiny ways.

So, what have I learned? Apparently, it's not all about me all the time. Who knew?! I guess I'll let them have their way - just this once. However, in the future, on my once a month girls' night out,

"Back off, I'm starving!"

Name that show.

Dumb Movie

We just finished watching Toys Story 3. We got it for Christmas from my grandpa.

Guess what? I didn't really enjoy it. Yes, I did. No, I didn't. Yes! Nope!

Oh, don't worry. It was fun, silly, very creative, and cute...until the end when I was crying so hard I had to leave the room.


I think I may have worried my eldest son who spied me falling apart about 30 seconds before I snuck out.

*Spoiler Alert* *Spoiler Alert* *Spoiler Alert*

This movie is all about Andy leaving for college. The toys have to decide what they are going to do because they think he wants to throw them in the garbage. Needless to say, Andy ends up giving his toys away and this was extremely disturbing to me.

It wasn't the fact that he gave them away, it was that as I was sitting there watching my children enjoy this movie, I was hit square in the face that they were growing up and it kills me. I may joke about looking forward to the empty nest, but apparently, it's all a big lie. My children are what I live for, they are my joy. This period of time in my life is the most magical, amazing, and yes, it's even a sacred time in my life. What a blessing it is to have this sweet opportunity to have these near perfect little ones as my own. Sadly, I see their childhoods slowly melting away. And by slowly, I really mean at the speed of light. Pooers!








It's hard to put words to my heart's most tender feelings, but that's not important. It's getting my 13 year old to still wear a onesie and suck on a binkie so that I can keep these cute memories alive that matters the most. Creepy? Yeah, maybe a little. Disturbing? Most definitely.

Maybe my thoughts on getting a dog aren't too far off. You know, the kind that will always resemble a puppy (AKA:baby)? Ugh, but really? A dog?

Nah.

Tommy, Scotty, and Julie Sing!

So much has happened within the past little bit and I have been such a slacker with posting it all. Thank you to Suzie, my wonderful friend, who encourages me to continue with my blogging. She is my motivation!

A week or two ago, Tommy sang a solo in his school's Christmas choir. He was so excited and I'd have to say, he did beautifully.



A few days later, I had my 30-cough-cough-fifth birthday. It was wonderful. I got a few canning jars, some food to fill them with, a can opener, candy, jelly roll pans, and one of my dearest friends, Julie, came with her family (plus a few others) to sing to me. I have been waiting for that for months!

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Then came Scotty's singing in his school's Jingle Jam. He's the one that looks like a sleepy, floating head.



Oh! Speaking of me getting old...Zacky shaved for the first time. Normally, I would say that he's too young and there is no possible way a 13 year old would need to shave, but pictures don't lie (this was towards the end): EW.



What else...hmmmmm....can't think of much except that we are having a wonderful Christmas break and that I have been cooking up a storm. Not nearly as much as last year, though. And last, but not least, I am so thankful that as of the 21st, there has not been any more of this crap in a full year!!! Blessings abound!

My Mikey Boy

When Mikey was a Sunbeam in church(3yrs old), he was asked to give his first primary talk. I happened to be in the Primary Presidency at the time, so my knowledge and wisdom allowed me to have a spectacular talk prepared. Just kidding. I wrote it that morning. Before we left for church we practiced it with Mikey two or three times. He had it down pat. His talk was about Noah and the flood.


Mikey's big moment had arrived. He proudly walked up to the little pulpit and looked to me for encouragement. I put my arm around his waist, smiled at him, and then I whispered in his ear, "Once there was a man named Noah."

Mikey said very clearly into the microphone with a gravely, evil voice, "Once there was a meeeean man named Noah."

My face went scarlet and I started to sweat. This wasn't going the way we had practiced. I then whispered, "Heavenly Father told him to build an ark for all of the animals." Mikey repeated it perfectly. We continued on. Disaster had been averted. Or so I thought.

I then whispered, "And then Heavenly Father made it flood."

Mikey creepily said, "And then there was blooood!"

I can't remember what happened after that. When I came to, he was smiling so proudly at me. He had done it. He had given his first talk and even had the kids spellbound. How many people can say that of a church talk - that they had the congregation spellbound?!

Mikey, I love you. You always keep me smiling!

Halloween 2010

I feel like I was a complete slacker this year. Our costumes were on the ho-hum side of things, but the kids still enjoyed their choices...and I use that word loosely. What I really meant was, "Mom is too cheap to go all out this year, so figure out something that's free." We have a wonderful friend who traded costumes with me which really helped us both out.

Zachary was a hobo.



Mikey was a Hippie and Dennis Rodman.







Tommy was the best looking caveman around.





Scotty was a racecar driver - can you say one track mind?



Emily was an Indian Princess.

Storytime!!

When I was a small child, I had a beautiful nose. It was feminine, dainty, and quite lovely.

See?


Stop looking at my hair.

Stop laughing at my ridiculous model's pose.

If you want to see it in real life on the second generation, look at my oldest son. Just never tell him that I said that the nose looked feminine because as we all know, his looks strong, virile, and down right macho.

When I was the young age of maybe 12, I decided that it would be a real hoot to scare my younger sister. I knew that she would have to go in our bedroom at some point, so I hid in our built-in laundry hamper. It was in the attached bathroom and was very large - similar to bathroom cabinets but taller. It was beautiful bathroom. Very lavish for a 12 year old girl. So was the house...I coveteth it. The size of the cabinet was very important because I had to be able to sit inside comfortably. I am sure that the dirty clothes aided in my tush's comfort.

*Note - Comfort is key when trying to scare someone...you never know how long you might need to wait.

When my sister finally came into the bathroom, I had to hold my breath to muffle my laughter. I was delirious with anticipation. I could see her through the tiny cracks of the cabinet doors and when she had finally walked in front of my hiding place, I knew my moment had arrived.

Three, two, one: BAM!!!

Her scream mingled with mine, but mine went from a "Raaaaaaaar" to a pained "Eeeaaaaaahhhhh!!!". I had forgotten that a wooden bar went horizontally in front of my face and I had smashed my nose full force into it. I came out of the hamper with blood streaming down 1/2 of my face and my eyes were throbbing and tearing. I was crying and bleeding and trying to see myself through my tears in the mirror. But...

Man! I sure got her.

All in the name of a good scare. I owned that thing!

Anyway, the next day, my eyes were a tad on the dark side and my nose was super sore. Looking back on my life, I have to give this experience the credit it deserves. I now have a crooked nose, complete with a bump in the middle. I claim it was my free nose job. It gives a whole new meaning to 'You get what you pay for'.

I am not self conscious about much. Heck, you can tell from all of my dignity lacking previous posts. I am only bashful about two little things. My eagle-beaked nose and my singing voice.

Ah, my voice. Now there's a story for another day. Can you believe that it actually has a story? How many people can say that about their singing voice?

I have always been touchy about the shape of my nose.

However, I am an adult now. I have since outgrown any type of embarrassment or sensitivity to my profile. Having said that, a few days ago, Scotty was waiting as patiently as any 6 year old can to have his turn on the computer. (I had it first!)

Anyway, he was watching me do my thang on the computer when he started rubbing his finger on my cheek, ear, and then my nose. As he did, he stopped halfway down my nose and said, "Mommy, you have a witch nose."


Thank you, Scotty.



The moral of this story? I loved that house.