Not to rub it in, but ...

Happy President's Day

Fast Sunday, or very very slow?

I used to really enjoy the first Sunday of every month. In the LDS faith, it's a special Sunday where you fast for two meals and then have a meeting where individuals in the congregation can get up and bear testimony of the Savior, Jesus Christ. It can be a very spiritual day.

Recently, however, our testimony meetings have been heading in a different direction.

For example, today, 30 minutes of the meeting were eaten up by people sharing, in detail, their medical conditions. Why? Why do I have to sit there with my three children crawling all over me, in an overheated building, hoping to get some iota of spiritual fulfillment, and instead be left with how to inject yourself with insulin, why the doctors at UCLA are better than those in Santa Barbara, and how "idiot" (direct quote) doctors can't diagnose a paralyzed vocal chord?

Oh, sure. THAT was uplifting.

Happy Trails To You ...

Yesterday was a sad day in our house. We discovered that Bella's favorite place to ride had closed (El Capitan Ranch). Needless to say, she was distraught as she worried about what would become of "her horse", Lola (not actually her's, but the white lie is much cheaper than actually owning a horse). I explained that Lola will still be living with her friends at the ranch, but we would no longer be allowed to visit her. At that point, she told me I needed to give them money. They learn young. I explained that horses cost lots of money, and I didn't have enough to buy Lola. Suddenly, she exclaimed, "I have enough money!" She then ran off to retrieve her piggy bank full of about $2.00 in change.

So cute I could die.

This is why daddys buy their little girls horses.

I got BORED, and it was my BIRTHDAY so ...

I dyed my hair!

I figured I'd spend the last year of my 20's as a brunette.

Fun.

I RAN A MARATHON!!!!

No, I didn't. I just felt left out.

It's a Dirty Job ... and I've Got to Do IT!

I hate cleaning bathrooms. I've had to do it my whole life (well, I know I was doing it as early as middle school), and I loathe it. It's gross. It's even grosser (is that a word?) when you live with a ten year old boy. While we are on the subject, there is a reason boys are supposed to lift up the seat when they go to the bathroom. Why must they be reminded? The toilet was constructed that way for a specific purpose, and I for one, appreciate it when it is properly used.

On the other hand, I love to vacuum. It makes me so happy to see fresh vacuum tracks in the carpet. Everything seems so much cleaner and orderly with a freshly vacuumed floor. I find peace in that.

Only one resolution ...