My New Best Friend

During my hiatus into paper he. . . Whoa! Was I really going to say that? Naw. Anyway, back to the point. While I was being distracted by school work I met my new best friend.


Yes, she is pretty isn't she. We met at Walmart of all places and for $12.99 we have formed a friendship that will endure for as long as she slices and dices.
I love my new friend. She cuts through everything very nicely. She cuts through everything like butter, no that's not right, like butta.
Apples - butta
Cantaloupe - butta
Ham Steak - butta
Raw Chicken - butta
My fingers - butta What? I was just too excited to use my knife and those stubby little digits got in my way.
Butter - well she cut through butter like margarine but that's close enough.
Of course I am sure that there are better knives out there. Based on some sage advice I was going to splurge for one of theses:
but with a difference of about $67 majolies I am very happy with my frugal friend.

Two Time's The Charm

The other day we started trying to get Lydia interested in the idea of potty training. She could really care less about it right now. So we did what any responsible, well meaning, parent would do. BRIBERY!! I'm not ashamed to admit that I routinely use this parenting technique, just don't tell anyone. Some may call it coercion but I say coerce away. Does that make me a bad parent? Oh well, I think we can all safely say I wasn't in the running for mother of the year anyways. So we (I) told her that if she went two times in one day then she would get a surprise.

And.......

RESULT!

Well, my Miss D tagged me in her blog post and so I decided to, duh, be tagged. I don't know why but this was a thinker for me. And now thanks to Miss D I am short a few brain cells, and I really really needed those.

I AM...too much and yet not enough.

I THINK...there for I am.

I KNOW...too much of the world.

I WANT...my body back.

I HAVE...more blessings than I deserve.

I WISH...I had more confidence to be myself around people.

I HATE...hate and destruction.

I MISS...my family so much that it hurts.

I FEAR...being forgotten.

I HURT...when others are alone.

I FEEL..., like D, an urgency to make myself better and be prepared.

I SMELL... No I don't, I showered today.

I SEARCH...the Internet for information, my soul for understanding, and the scriptures for wisdom.

I WONDER...if there is anyone funnier than D.

I REGRET...February-June of 2003 and that I'm not funnier than D.

I LOVE...(in no specific order) my honey, my chilens, my family, my camera, Photoshop, and you.

I ALWAYS...procrastinate.

I AM NOT...the brightest flower in the field.

I BELIEVE...I can fly. I believe I can touch the sky. I think about it every night and day, spread my wings and fly away.

I DANCE...when no one is looking and the blinds are shut and doors are locked, security is placed outside my door and the streets are closed.

I SING...to my chilens before bed.

I LIVE...with my family, duh.

I DON'T...know.

I WRITE...whatever pops into my mind, which could get rather disturbing. Have you been in there? I'm in there all the time and I can tell ya, not pretty.

I WIN...when my chilens play nicely together, whenever they give me kisses and loves, and when I find a bra that fits.

I NEED...a life overhaul, gumption, vigor, energy, motivation, chocolate, to not need chocolate, and my mommy.

I NEVER...know what I'm doing next.

I LISTEN...to KUNC.

I CAN USUALLY BE FOUND...on the computer doing my homework.

I AM SCARED...that I won't be prepared and that I won't be able to co-lead my family through hard times.

I READ...text books right now but other than that I find books on anything that I want to learn more about. I read Jane Austen, Chris Stewart, cook books, blogs (I counted I follow 106 blogs! I know, I'm crazy!), and Susan Evans McCloud.

I FOCUS...with a camera.

I DREAM...of living close to my family and having my children grow up being close to all of their cousins.

I AM HAPPY ABOUT...having a space heater blowing directly onto my cold tootsies.

!!Bubby's Birthday!!

Caleb had his number 1 first birthday Sunday. I can't believe that he is that old.

And now for your viewing pleasure, a bunch of pictures of a 1 year old.

First things first, the cake.
Don't worry, I'll turn away so you can giggle.

Go ahead it won't hurt my feelings. But if you hear a sniffle and a sob it's not that my feelings are hurt, no, it's just that I have a cold. Yeah, a cold, that's it.

. . .

Okay, are you done yet? Is it out of your system?

. . .

Serriously, it's not that funny is it? Can we move on please?

Now here he is wondering why we were shoving a big blue blob in front of him.

Oh so yummy! The blue blob is my friend!

This was my favorite present that Caleb received. My little ladies man. Thanks Aunt Shannon!

WE LOVE YOU, BUNCHES AND BUNCHES!

I've Returned from the Void

Yes, gentle readers I have just finished a very stressful, very annoying sojourn into crazy paper land and I have emerged semi victoriously. And while the news of me being BACK, (oh, did I forget to mention that?) is no where near as exciting as Lindsay's happy news it is exciting for me because it means I don't have to write another paper for at least a couple of weeks. And now I will leave you all jumping for joy and shouting hallelujahs and I will be back later today with a much more exciting post than this one. But really, how much more exciting can you get?