A Little Bit of This and a Little Bit of That

Well, I was just on my downstairs to pick up the copy of the organization book that I am reading. I am confident that it will change my life. So far, every time I read it, however, I get really sleepy, fall asleep, and then wake up feeling like a big, fat, unorganized time waster. But then I heard the computer screaming out to me saying “Type on me! Use me! Please! For something other than reading other people’s blogs and googling questions like ‘can children have melanoma?’, ‘arizona self serve frozen yogurt establishment’ and ‘should I be using “these quotes” or ‘these quotes’?” Anyways, I got distracted and here I am. Story of my life.

I feel like I have so much catching up to do. I’m not going to do it though because I really have some things that I have to get done today like clean out the kid’s school clothes to see what clothes I need to buy tonight, organize the $140.00 worth of school supplies that I purchased at Wal-Mart today. I am not sure that I have ever mentioned on this blog that if I were to die today and end up in hell (not that I am living a hell bound life I hope. This is just for discussion sake.), it would look and smell like Wal-Mart. Also, on the loud speaker, there would be Fox News and I would more than likely be forced to re-take the C++ programming class that I took in college but it would last for eternity and of course, take place in Wal-Mart. That would be my own personal hell. Also throw in a lack of water and McDonald’s as the only eating establishment. Doesn’t that sound terrible? It makes me want to be righteous just thinking about it.

Anyways, I just miss my blog. I miss this outlet. Thought I would stop by and say hello. So, hello.

Things I want to catch up on:
*New York
*Utah
*Cruise
*Trek
*Camping on the beach
*Funnies from the kids
*Inner turmoil turned to peace
*How much I love my husband
*How much I ache to be organized
*How much I hated taking the kids to the dumb dermatologist today

*Piper's great baptism on her birthday

*How we are on our 5th fridge since living in this house. FIFTH.
*How I dyed my eyelashes this summer and how it changed my life. Sounds shallow, no? don't care because it really did.(no exaggeration)
*How I miss running
*How I hate the heat
*How I believe in mankind
*How I hate being tired all the time
*How I know that Heavenly Father loves me and is taking care of me always
*How I hate feeling judged
*How I love our families so so much
*How Piper just cried on her guitar today. Her first teardrop on her guitar…
*How Piper just called to me from the other room ecstatic that she has her ‘first official callus on her finger from playing her guitar!!’
*How Crayton has been enjoying his time at T.A.C.O. T.A.P. club this summer.
*How Crue has his own little sense of humor and has started telling jokes that are mostly about poop. But he laughs and laughs. I love my baby.
*That Crayton’s sugar challenge just might be the death of me *That being impulsive can lead to awkward situations and regret
*That friends are a must
*That time is precious. So, so precious.
*How I love the temple
*That I got together with long lost friends and loved every second of it
*That I really have always wanted a fro and my hair stylist said that she could give me one and should I do it?
*How when we are supposed to be growing it hurts a little bit and then feels really great to look back and see change and refinement. I am looking forward to the look back:).
*That some doves built a nest right outside my front door and that their little bird family has brought me so much joy this summer. Seriously.
*How Ryan just called and said that he is almost home and it is only 2:05 right now. The best news I’ve heard all day.
*How I am going to put on a clean shirt and some chap stick right now just to impress him.

Gotta go…

The Prodical Blogger Comes Back.

Conversations with Bobby Lou:

Last night I was tucking Lennon into bed. I was in a hurry because Crayton was at basketball practice down the street and I needed to pick him up. She needed to be well on her way to dream land in order for that to happen according to my plans, so I didn’t have time to go through reading a story or tackling the task of waiting for her to be convinced to get on her knees and say her prayers. Knowing that when we are experiencing gratitude we are very close to God, I decided to play the Grateful Game. (I know that it isn’t exactly the same as prayer but when you are in a crunch, it works) I said “Lennon, why don’t we play the grateful game tonight.” Her eyes got big and she giggled and agreed with much excitement. I explained the rules: You have to tell mommy 5 things that you are grateful for as fast as you can. Ready, set (I held up my index finger to signify thing #1), GO!

She giggled and got started:

Lennon: I’m really grateful that Jesus presented me so that I can eat food.

Mommy: (my thoughts exactly) nodded with big agreeing eyes. She beamed.

Lennon: I’m grateful that Laman and what’s that other guys name?

Mommy: Lemuel?

Lennon: Oh, yeah, Lemuel. I’m grateful that Laman and Lemuel didn’t obey their daddy (eyes growing wider) or even Jesus.

Mommy: Okie Dokie. I’d like to expound upon that one but Crayton is going to be done very soon so I resorted to the contemplative nod.

Lennon: I’m grateful that *****, (name removed to protect the innocent) will be nice to me and not be mean to me and talk to me ‘stead of dist ignoring me when I ask her questions. I’m really grateful for that (nodding with quick certainty).

Mommy: That does feel good when our friends are kind and respectful. Good one!

Lennon: I’m grateful that Tyson’s mommy ALWAYS wants me to come to her house. (shakes her head, and smiles the ‘gosh, everyone loves me’ smile and continues)

Mommy: She does love you doesn’t she?

Lennon: Ya, she really does. (again, the ‘everyone loves me’ smile and nod)

Lennon: I’m really grateful that when I say “mommy, can I please have a piece of black licorice?” and you say “No Lennon, you can’t have a piece of black licorice.” That I can go in and say “Daddy can I have a piece of black licorice? And he says “yes, Lennon, you can have a piece of black licorice.” I’m really grateful ‘bout that.

Mommy: (thinking to herself: sounds like mommy and daddy need to have a talk.)

I do love my Lennon Eve. She is precious.