Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
My weekend started Friday at 3pm when our office was let out early for the holiday. I said good bye to Thurm as he, Ben, and Amy took a road trip to Washington for the Saskwatch Festival. I was in a mood and decided to chop off my hair. I called JCPenney, and an hour later, my hair was just below my chin. I had instant regret and my only solace was that my 11 inch pony tail was going to Locks of Love. I felt like I was on an episode of Seinfeld because I know the hairdresser was talking about me to her friend in Iranian. I told her I didn’t like the back and it wasn’t what I asked for. She was, I’m sure, telling her friend how particular I was being. Voice inflection is the universal language.
I went to my friend, Becca’s, wedding on Saturday. It was the only other wedding I had been to besides my own. I kept watching her face and could see all the feelings I had felt on my wedding day. She looked really happy; it made me tear up a little.
I went home for the rest of the weekend. My little brother came over and told me he was engaged to his girlfriend of two months!!! They got engaged Friday night, picked out their wedding announcements on Saturday, and Monday I took their engagement pictures (I will post a few later)! Geesh!! They seem to fit and I’m really happy for them.
I found out my dad wears Crocs. You know the shoes I’m talking about… hideous, foam, neon clogs. I loath them. I don’t normally care about fashion, but those shoes are hideous. It was all I could do not to ridicule my dad for wearing them : )
I went to my friend, Becca’s, wedding on Saturday. It was the only other wedding I had been to besides my own. I kept watching her face and could see all the feelings I had felt on my wedding day. She looked really happy; it made me tear up a little.
I went home for the rest of the weekend. My little brother came over and told me he was engaged to his girlfriend of two months!!! They got engaged Friday night, picked out their wedding announcements on Saturday, and Monday I took their engagement pictures (I will post a few later)! Geesh!! They seem to fit and I’m really happy for them.
I found out my dad wears Crocs. You know the shoes I’m talking about… hideous, foam, neon clogs. I loath them. I don’t normally care about fashion, but those shoes are hideous. It was all I could do not to ridicule my dad for wearing them : )
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Rupert with a View
Thurm was an asparagus hunting maniac last weekend in Rupert. We got five FULL grocery bags of asparagus. Friday night when we arrived in Rupert, he equipped us with knives and flashlight to go hunt down those sneaky asparagus's.
Weekend in Rupert
Thurm and I spent last Saturday in Rupert. The men moved a fence, the women gardened and cleared out a small field. 
All the grandkids sleeping on the floor Saturday morning.
GAMES!!! If there are more than two people in a room, you must play a game.
Ryan, my new brother-in-law, striking his winning pose.
THE INFAMOUS CANAL!
All the grandkids sleeping on the floor Saturday morning.
GAMES!!! If there are more than two people in a room, you must play a game.
Ryan, my new brother-in-law, striking his winning pose.
THE INFAMOUS CANAL! 
Thursday, May 10, 2007
Birthday Wishes
I found myself without a birthday wish yesterday. I hadn’t even thought about making a wish and blowing out candles and when I was faced with flames last night I had to quickly come up with a wish. The reason this was a problem was because ever since puberty, my birthday wish was to find my soul mate (I realize this makes me sound desperate and pathetic). In the last few years my mom and my niece have both used their birthday wishes for me to find Thurman (not requested by me, out of their own lack of faith that I had the skills to snag me a husband). It took me a minute to come up with something new, but it was a strange realization. I’m getting most everything I want in life : )
Tuesday, May 08, 2007
Read this on MSN, thought it was funny : )
The Lazy Woman's Guide to Reinvention
If the mere thought of making over your life induces a hot flash, try one of these low-key alternatives.
By Karen Karbo
I used to marvel at people who could reinvent themselves in midlife. Like the woman I once read about who quit her job at a brokerage firm and bought a 1,000-acre spread in Wyoming to run her own guest ranch. What determination! What bravery! What disposable income! "How terrific it must be," I thought, "to just stop being a person who carries a briefcase and start being someone who gets up at four a.m. to muck out stalls."
How did she do it? I have no clue. Like many women I know, I have trouble remembering where I left the novel I'll never finish reading, so it's unlikely that I'll move to Istria (the Tuscany of Croatia) and renovate an 800-year-old farmhouse while learning to harvest truffles. You see, when it comes to the desire to reinvent myself, I am below average. My kind are not hyperorganized alpha reinventers but unfocused, exhausted, and weirdly content women who believe there are too many satisfying things to be done in a bathrobe, such as finding and reading the aforementioned novel.
What we do possess is an abundance of self-knowledge. Translation: We are smart enough to know that to reinvent ourselves might mean moving, which also means filling out those change-of-address forms no one ever heeds, putting all of our belongings in storage, or entering an internship program -- all of which would seriously impede our watching Law & Order reruns and mastering five-star-difficulty sudokus. Of course, everyone could use a little change now and then, so in the spirit of no midlife woman left behind, I offer three re's for the reinvention challenged.
Remodel
This is the equivalent of spending 20 grand to redo a kitchen rather than buy a new house. To remodel your life might mean taking a class, but never going for a degree. You will not be required to become fluent in Farsi or learn how to insert an artery stent. In other words, remodeling takes motivation, but not nearly as much as a full-scale reinvention requires. If you're a veterinarian, rather than close your practice to become a real estate agent (reinvention), you remodel yourself as a Cesar Millan-style dog whisperer.
Be careful. Remodeling can be easily confused with reinvention. Remodelers redo themselves by improving the selves they know. They never risk going into therapy, which could produce a life-changing epiphany. A friend who worked for years managing a local theater troupe recently quit to form her own company. This is an example of a judicious remodel. But had she decided to cash in her IRA to take acting lessons and remake herself into a star of stage and screen, that would have been, well, just plain stupid.
Refurbish
I like to think of refurbishment as slapping on a new coat of paint, because it's all about appearances. Instead of signing up for an online book group devoted to reading the works of Proust in one year, you opt for a set of porcelain veneers. It means saying yes to Botox, along with anything else that can be filed under the heading "Makeover." The refurbisher knows that with the proper attitude, a great new pair of boots can produce something akin to a spiritual awakening.
A refurbishment is just the ticket for the short-attention-span crowd. It never entails learning a new skill, although you may be asked to do the hard work of imagining yourself as a platinum blonde or someone who can wear dreadlocks with elan. You might say, "I'm not that superficial, just overwhelmed with the thought of dumping my life to summit Everest." But refurbishment is the re of choice for those who want the quickest return on their investment. If you're unconvinced, splurge on Lasik surgery and then get back to me.
Reframe
The successful reframist changes absolutely nothing about her life; she simply reframes the way she thinks about it. Let's say you're an aspiring novelist who makes a living working in human resources for a computer start-up. Rather than berate yourself for failing to have written that best-seller, think of all the fans you won't have to fend off and the nice nest egg you'll have when your company goes public. Are you the mother of a horrendous trio of video-game-playing teens who view taking out the garbage as a major imposition? There is cause for joy. Those sullen slackers who will never get into a decent college in a million years are just typical young folk whose lack of ambition will actually save you loads of money.
In short, reframists know how to take a fresh, appreciative look at what is. If she has pin-straight hair, she decides that all chic women have sleek hair. If she has curls that make her look like the sister of Hagrid, she rejoices in the fact that she will never have to buy Women's Rogaine. To opt for a reframe is to not change one bloody thing, but as our sainted mothers once urged, to be glad for what we have.
Beyond Reinvention
Frankly, there's nothing beyond reinvention, except possibly resurrection or reincarnation. The Jesuits have an ancient maxim: "Give me the child until he is seven, and I will give you the man." What this roughly means is that if you weren't into self-reinvention by second grade, you're probably not going to be the go-getter who closes her chiropractic office at 47 to enter local politics.
Still, reinvention is in the air, and like most communicable viruses, it's impossible to avoid. Even I've been infected. Last year, in a remodeling move, I bought a horse and partially reinvented myself as an equestrienne. It's going well, but I'd be lying if I said the sight of myself in breeches didn't have me thinking about scurrying back into my bathrobe.
If the mere thought of making over your life induces a hot flash, try one of these low-key alternatives.
By Karen Karbo
I used to marvel at people who could reinvent themselves in midlife. Like the woman I once read about who quit her job at a brokerage firm and bought a 1,000-acre spread in Wyoming to run her own guest ranch. What determination! What bravery! What disposable income! "How terrific it must be," I thought, "to just stop being a person who carries a briefcase and start being someone who gets up at four a.m. to muck out stalls."
How did she do it? I have no clue. Like many women I know, I have trouble remembering where I left the novel I'll never finish reading, so it's unlikely that I'll move to Istria (the Tuscany of Croatia) and renovate an 800-year-old farmhouse while learning to harvest truffles. You see, when it comes to the desire to reinvent myself, I am below average. My kind are not hyperorganized alpha reinventers but unfocused, exhausted, and weirdly content women who believe there are too many satisfying things to be done in a bathrobe, such as finding and reading the aforementioned novel.
What we do possess is an abundance of self-knowledge. Translation: We are smart enough to know that to reinvent ourselves might mean moving, which also means filling out those change-of-address forms no one ever heeds, putting all of our belongings in storage, or entering an internship program -- all of which would seriously impede our watching Law & Order reruns and mastering five-star-difficulty sudokus. Of course, everyone could use a little change now and then, so in the spirit of no midlife woman left behind, I offer three re's for the reinvention challenged.
Remodel
This is the equivalent of spending 20 grand to redo a kitchen rather than buy a new house. To remodel your life might mean taking a class, but never going for a degree. You will not be required to become fluent in Farsi or learn how to insert an artery stent. In other words, remodeling takes motivation, but not nearly as much as a full-scale reinvention requires. If you're a veterinarian, rather than close your practice to become a real estate agent (reinvention), you remodel yourself as a Cesar Millan-style dog whisperer.
Be careful. Remodeling can be easily confused with reinvention. Remodelers redo themselves by improving the selves they know. They never risk going into therapy, which could produce a life-changing epiphany. A friend who worked for years managing a local theater troupe recently quit to form her own company. This is an example of a judicious remodel. But had she decided to cash in her IRA to take acting lessons and remake herself into a star of stage and screen, that would have been, well, just plain stupid.
Refurbish
I like to think of refurbishment as slapping on a new coat of paint, because it's all about appearances. Instead of signing up for an online book group devoted to reading the works of Proust in one year, you opt for a set of porcelain veneers. It means saying yes to Botox, along with anything else that can be filed under the heading "Makeover." The refurbisher knows that with the proper attitude, a great new pair of boots can produce something akin to a spiritual awakening.
A refurbishment is just the ticket for the short-attention-span crowd. It never entails learning a new skill, although you may be asked to do the hard work of imagining yourself as a platinum blonde or someone who can wear dreadlocks with elan. You might say, "I'm not that superficial, just overwhelmed with the thought of dumping my life to summit Everest." But refurbishment is the re of choice for those who want the quickest return on their investment. If you're unconvinced, splurge on Lasik surgery and then get back to me.
Reframe
The successful reframist changes absolutely nothing about her life; she simply reframes the way she thinks about it. Let's say you're an aspiring novelist who makes a living working in human resources for a computer start-up. Rather than berate yourself for failing to have written that best-seller, think of all the fans you won't have to fend off and the nice nest egg you'll have when your company goes public. Are you the mother of a horrendous trio of video-game-playing teens who view taking out the garbage as a major imposition? There is cause for joy. Those sullen slackers who will never get into a decent college in a million years are just typical young folk whose lack of ambition will actually save you loads of money.
In short, reframists know how to take a fresh, appreciative look at what is. If she has pin-straight hair, she decides that all chic women have sleek hair. If she has curls that make her look like the sister of Hagrid, she rejoices in the fact that she will never have to buy Women's Rogaine. To opt for a reframe is to not change one bloody thing, but as our sainted mothers once urged, to be glad for what we have.
Beyond Reinvention
Frankly, there's nothing beyond reinvention, except possibly resurrection or reincarnation. The Jesuits have an ancient maxim: "Give me the child until he is seven, and I will give you the man." What this roughly means is that if you weren't into self-reinvention by second grade, you're probably not going to be the go-getter who closes her chiropractic office at 47 to enter local politics.
Still, reinvention is in the air, and like most communicable viruses, it's impossible to avoid. Even I've been infected. Last year, in a remodeling move, I bought a horse and partially reinvented myself as an equestrienne. It's going well, but I'd be lying if I said the sight of myself in breeches didn't have me thinking about scurrying back into my bathrobe.
I woke up this morning to Thurman telling me “don’t forget to put the package out for UPS, here is the house key (we are sharing at the moment), I brought in the laundry, I made your lunch and it is in the fridge, love you, have a good day.” Last night he did the grocery shopping, brought me home some flowers for my birthday, organized our storage closet, did our laundry, cleaned the ceiling and walls in our bathroom, made nachos for Ben & I, helped me with some stuff on-line, and was in a great mood doing it. Super husband! I think I managed to do some dishes and pay some bills on-line while he did the rest of that. He had a coke at lunch…hmm…
The new car that we bought has a CD player, which I haven’t had in a car since 2002, when it was stolen out of my Volkswagen my first month living in the big city of SLC. I haven’t even had a tape player so I’ve listened to a lot of radio, and got hooked on NPR a little while ago. And now when I drive the new car I have an internal battle of really wanting to listen to NPR, but feeling like I should take advantage of the CD player. NPR has won out more often than not.
The new car that we bought has a CD player, which I haven’t had in a car since 2002, when it was stolen out of my Volkswagen my first month living in the big city of SLC. I haven’t even had a tape player so I’ve listened to a lot of radio, and got hooked on NPR a little while ago. And now when I drive the new car I have an internal battle of really wanting to listen to NPR, but feeling like I should take advantage of the CD player. NPR has won out more often than not.
Friday, May 04, 2007
Last night we watched “Blood Diamond,” a movie I wasn’t that interested in seeing. When I first saw a preview of Leo DiCaprio shooting guns and speaking in a bad accent, (WHY do people keep casting him for roles with accents? He’s a great actor, I’ve really liked him ever since “What’s Eating Gilbert Grape,” but he’s not very good at accents. He is constantly slipping in and out of them.) I thought it looked like a plot-less action movie about a treasure hunt. But then it was nominated for an Oscar, I thought it couldn’t be that bad then. It was a good movie. In general it was an action flick, but the parts about war in Africa were so interesting and heart breaking. I kept wishing there was more history and facts. It just could have been so much better. But I don’t recommend it if you are sensitive to violence, which I am. It was sickening watching kids shoot up a village full of people with a machine gun.
I’ve been trying to read Jane Eyre for a month. Every time I lay (this could be the problem) down to read it, I fall asleep. I really like it! I didn’t think I’d ever love that era of literature, but it’s a classic for a reason. I think after I get through this book, I’ll try for Pride and Prejudice.
I’ve been trying to read Jane Eyre for a month. Every time I lay (this could be the problem) down to read it, I fall asleep. I really like it! I didn’t think I’d ever love that era of literature, but it’s a classic for a reason. I think after I get through this book, I’ll try for Pride and Prejudice.
Wednesday, May 02, 2007
Everyday on my way home from work there is ridiculous traffic because of construction and people’s lack of ability to merge. So I’ve come up with a system of merging that cuts my time by about 10-15 minutes. And thanks to my job, I’ve built a simple map to illustrate this : ) I get on the freeway at the green star (which is covered by the word “Ramp.”) I have to merge with a bunch of cars at the red star. This area causes frustration because the same lane is used for people getting on the freeway and people exiting onto I-215. At the blue star (here is where the fancy merging starts) as soon as I can, I merge from the right lane to the far left lane, thus skipping all the idiot mergers. Then at the yellow star I merge from the far left lane to the far right lane because of construction. People in the left lane slow to a stop!!! Then after right after the construction area there is an on-ramp in the right lane. So again, I merge to the far left lane. All of this with-in a few miles... my mother would scold me. But it really does cut a good 10-15 minutes off my commute. And of course I use my blinker and give the wave to people who let me in.Tuesday, May 01, 2007
Natural Highs
1. Falling in love.
2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.
3. A hot shower.
4. No lines at the supermarket.
5. A special glance.
6. Getting mail.
7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.
8. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.
10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.
11. Chocolate milkshake (vanilla or strawberry ).
12. A bubble bath.
13. Giggling.
14. A good conversation.
15. The beach.
16. Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.
17. Laughing at yourself.
18. Looking into their eyes and knowing they Love you
19. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.
20. Running through sprinklers.
21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.
22. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.
23. Laughing at an inside joke with FRIENDS
24. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.
25. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.
26. Your first kiss
27. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.
28. Playing with a new puppy.
2. Laughing so hard your face hurts.
3. A hot shower.
4. No lines at the supermarket.
5. A special glance.
6. Getting mail.
7. Taking a drive on a pretty road.
8. Hearing your favorite song on the radio.
9. Lying in bed listening to the rain outside.
10. Hot towels fresh out of the dryer.
11. Chocolate milkshake (vanilla or strawberry ).
12. A bubble bath.
13. Giggling.
14. A good conversation.
15. The beach.
16. Finding a 20 dollar bill in your coat from last winter.
17. Laughing at yourself.
18. Looking into their eyes and knowing they Love you
19. Midnight phone calls that last for hours.
20. Running through sprinklers.
21. Laughing for absolutely no reason at all.
22. Having someone tell you that you're beautiful.
23. Laughing at an inside joke with FRIENDS
24. Accidentally overhearing someone say something nice about you.
25. Waking up and realizing you still have a few hours left to sleep.
26. Your first kiss
27. Making new friends or spending time with old ones.
28. Playing with a new puppy.
29. Road trips with friends.
30. Swinging on swings.
31. Making eye contact with a cute stranger.
32. Making chocolate chip cookies.
33. Holding hands with someone you care about.
34. Running into an old friend and realizing that some things (good or bad) never change.
35. Watching the expression on someone's face as they open a much desired present from you.
36. Watching the sunrise
37. Getting out of bed every morning and being grateful for another beautiful day.
38. Knowing that somebody misses you.
39. Getting a hug from someone you care about deeply.
40. Knowing you've done the right thing, no matter what other people think.
Monday, April 30, 2007
Thurm and I had a great weekend. Saturday morning we went on a walk, which was supposed to be a run, but we ended up having a 45 minute argument about topics such as “is it healthy to discuss every mood swing the other person has or could we just ignore some and hope it goes away,” “does everyone have a conscience?”, etc. You’d think quiet, polite, easy going Thurm wouldn’t like to argue, but occasionally he indulges. The rest of the day was just running errands, cleaning, we planted some herbs, played with the little girl who lives upstairs, played a round of croquet in the yard with Thurm’s family, etc. It was just a nice, sunny, relaxed day. It felt like a day I’d spend with my mom in the summer. It felt like home.
Church on Sunday was one of those days where I teared up over everything in sacrament meeting and felt really grateful for my life and the people in my life. I just couldn’t get over my husband all day—He is such a good man. Good like how you feel about your dad or grandpa (not that I think of Thurm like my I think of my dad). He has values, principals, morals, he’s kind, and he treats me like a queen. If I wasn’t such a prideful person, this whole blog would be me gushing about how lucky I am and what an amazing husband I have. But I roll my eyes at those kind of girls : )
We went to a choir concert Sunday night and I was inspired to work on any musical talents I might have hiding. I watched the chorister almost the whole concert, mostly because she was really entertaining because she was so animated, but also because I have a new interest in leading music. It made me more excited about leading my primary kids.
Today we had a reorganization meeting at work. Our boss is reorganizing how our work is distributed. As of right now, we just have a big pool of work and whoever has the skills and/or the time completes the project. But soon we will be on client teams so I (ideally, but it’ll never happen) will only do the work for my team. This could potentially be good for me because it could foster working my up to a higher position. However, it could be frustrating because of who I’ll be working with. In the past, it was a rocky relationship, but hopefully this won’t be a problem this time around. Regardless, it might shake up my work life, which is good, because I’m not terribly happy here.
Church on Sunday was one of those days where I teared up over everything in sacrament meeting and felt really grateful for my life and the people in my life. I just couldn’t get over my husband all day—He is such a good man. Good like how you feel about your dad or grandpa (not that I think of Thurm like my I think of my dad). He has values, principals, morals, he’s kind, and he treats me like a queen. If I wasn’t such a prideful person, this whole blog would be me gushing about how lucky I am and what an amazing husband I have. But I roll my eyes at those kind of girls : )
We went to a choir concert Sunday night and I was inspired to work on any musical talents I might have hiding. I watched the chorister almost the whole concert, mostly because she was really entertaining because she was so animated, but also because I have a new interest in leading music. It made me more excited about leading my primary kids.
Today we had a reorganization meeting at work. Our boss is reorganizing how our work is distributed. As of right now, we just have a big pool of work and whoever has the skills and/or the time completes the project. But soon we will be on client teams so I (ideally, but it’ll never happen) will only do the work for my team. This could potentially be good for me because it could foster working my up to a higher position. However, it could be frustrating because of who I’ll be working with. In the past, it was a rocky relationship, but hopefully this won’t be a problem this time around. Regardless, it might shake up my work life, which is good, because I’m not terribly happy here.
Friday, April 27, 2007
I’m not sure why Thurm and I are so popular, but we have had lots of house guests in the last couple months: Thurm’s brother-in-law, my sister-in-law and her kids, my mom, Thurm’s brother Ben, Thurm’s brother Anthony and his two kids, Ben again, Thurm’s parents are coming this weekend, Ben still, my mom is coming again next weekend…I know we are cool, but I’m wondering if it happens to be our central location and not our engaging personalities.
Monday, April 23, 2007
I butchered my husband last night. He wanted his hair cut, just a trim. And I just went crazy and cut off all his hair. He has a very bad missionary hair cut now. I almost cried when I realized I had cut off all his beautiful curls. I don’t know how it happened, it was like I couldn’t see the forest through the trees. He won’t need a haircut for a year : ( Why is it the wifely duty to cut her husbands hair once they get married? I don’t expect Thurm to cut my hair.
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
"Tying the knot often leads to weight gain, a two-year study of 2,528 men and women confirms. People who married during the study gained an average of 6-8 pounds, reports Robert Jeffery, Ph.D., a researcher at the University of Minnesota School of Public Health in Minneapolis. He speculates that a combination of factors is to blame for marital weight gain: the comfort of being in a secure relationship, less frequent exercise and the regular sit-down meals married couples eat.
There are many reasons why marriage can lead to weight gain, but the most common include:
We are no longer trying to attract a partner
Pregnancy occurs
We cook for gratification
We eat as much as our partner
We put our family's eating preferences above our own
We become the family's garbage disposal
Our partner sabotages us
We are in an unhappy marriage and turn to food for solace
We have unresolved issues
Birth control causes weight gain"
There are many reasons why marriage can lead to weight gain, but the most common include:
We are no longer trying to attract a partner
Pregnancy occurs
We cook for gratification
We eat as much as our partner
We put our family's eating preferences above our own
We become the family's garbage disposal
Our partner sabotages us
We are in an unhappy marriage and turn to food for solace
We have unresolved issues
Birth control causes weight gain"
Monday, April 16, 2007
Weekend Highlights
* We bought a silver 2002 Toyota Camry. I think we got a good deal on a good car.
*Batman showed up at our door in the form of Ben, Thurm's bro, Friday night. He proceeded to literally bounce around our walls until we figured out who the masked man was.
*My little brother has a girlfriend!!! I probably feel about the same as he did when he found out that I had a boyfriend a year ago. Very weird.
*Thurm and I were asked for the 3rd time when we were going to start having kids. We will be having our six MONTH anniversary in six days. I guess when you are old it doesn't matter how long you've been married. They are doing the math and counting backwards from when I can't have kids anymore.
*We played croquet twice this weekend and I am NOT very good at it. Which is disappointing because its a cool game.
*We watched "The Decent," a horror movie about caving. I vow to never enter a cave that doesn't have hand rails and a tour guide.
*I found out that I have three Sundays to prepare my Primary choir to sing three songs in sacrament for Mother's Day.
*We ate brownies and peach cobbler for Sunday dinner : ) mm mm
*Batman showed up at our door in the form of Ben, Thurm's bro, Friday night. He proceeded to literally bounce around our walls until we figured out who the masked man was.
*My little brother has a girlfriend!!! I probably feel about the same as he did when he found out that I had a boyfriend a year ago. Very weird.
*Thurm and I were asked for the 3rd time when we were going to start having kids. We will be having our six MONTH anniversary in six days. I guess when you are old it doesn't matter how long you've been married. They are doing the math and counting backwards from when I can't have kids anymore.
*We played croquet twice this weekend and I am NOT very good at it. Which is disappointing because its a cool game.
*We watched "The Decent," a horror movie about caving. I vow to never enter a cave that doesn't have hand rails and a tour guide.
*I found out that I have three Sundays to prepare my Primary choir to sing three songs in sacrament for Mother's Day.
*We ate brownies and peach cobbler for Sunday dinner : ) mm mm
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