I know just how she feels...

Before we go on, you must click on the photo to enlarge it enough to read it (i wish i had a scanner). This made me laugh, and I know how she feels! I must be secs deprived, cuz there doesn't seem to be enough secs in my day! I'm always looking for more secs... with all there is to get done in a day, a little more secs would sure make life a lot better. But the busier I am, the less secs I seem to have. And when I find I have too much extra secs, I find myself just laying around, kinda bored with all of it. So I've tried to learn to find a balance, always wishing I had more secs but enjoying the secs in the day that I do have, because you never know when your secs could come to a screeching halt. And once in heaven (or hell, after this blog) I don't want to look back upon my life and wish I didn't waste all my precious secs!

Happy Birthday Hubby!

Today is Tary's 49th Birthday. I think I'm taking it harder than he is, afterall, next year he'll be
50, and I'm having a hard time believing that soon I'll be married to a 50 year old. I know, he just turned 49 and already I'm turning him into a 50 year old, but I figure if I give myself a year to get used to the idea, maybe it won't be such a shock when it finally gets here. In case you didn't already know, he's ALOT older than I am, and it will take me alot longer to get to 50 than it will him, so I'm not worried about me right now, just him...good thing he's never acted his age. He still acts like he's 25 and still tries to do all the things he used to do back in his glory days, doesn't help that he has a 10 year son he has to keep up with. So, in honor of his past youth...

Good-bye to the Tary we all used to know;
his youth is gone now, I'm afraid he's getting old.

Good-bye to the hero in basketball he was;
making 3 pointers at the sound of the buzz.

Now his shooting is shot, his dribbling turned to drabble,
and the only 3 points he scores is in a mean game of scrabble.

Good-bye to wired fences he came to know so well,
his catches were the greatest, but they always hurt like hell.

Yes his softball team just loved him, he never let a fly go bye,
now the only fly he catches is when his shirt and zipper collide.

Good-bye deep river fisherman, now here's a trick he did quite well.
When the guy's next to him caught nothing, he'd pull out 10, 11, even 12.

Now he ice fishes in our freezer while his fishing pole hangs on the wall,
only this time when he reaches way down there, he pulls up Gordons or Mrs. Pauls.

Good-bye big trophy hunter, as the wildlife lets out a sigh;
he could shoot an animal at 500 yards and hit it right between the eye.

Now his hands get a little shaky and the backfire makes it rough;
and that snickering dog only makes things worse, boy this Nintendo game is tough!

Good-bye broken noses, sprained ankles,
dislocated joints and stiches in the head;
he's retiring from the wide world of sports
and settling down with Ben-Gay instead!

All kidding aside, Tary I hope I'm still cheering at your games 25 years from now!
Love ya babe! Happy Birthday...and yeah, you still got it!

A sure fire way to be alone...

So, my last post, just a few minutes ago, was short and sweet. Really, I didn't know what else to say about the pretty snow, so that's that. But I have the quiet house all to myself, no one is bugging me to use the computer, the TV isn't blaring in the background, and I can actually hear myself think. So, I thought I would just keep going. About what, I'm not sure yet, but we'll just see where this takes us.
Have you ever noticed that when you want peace and quiet, noise and interruption seem to follow you instead. I've decided if I ever want to get my childrens attention, without yelling mind you, all I have to do is plop down on the couch with a really good book, and in less than 5 pages, they'll be at your side. The problem with this technique however, is that now all you really want to do is read, and all they want to do is tell you about their day and how many times they got tackled at recess, etc. Another sure fire way to "not" be alone, is to lock yourself in the bathroom. Kids can be on the play-station for hours at a time, but the minute you step into the bathroom and sit on your throne, they're right outside the door, asking you the meaning of life.
If you want your neighbors to call, sit down with the whole family for dinner. They'll usually call in the middle of the prayer. If you want them to come over, don't clean your house that day. Just leave those dirty dishes on the counter and laundry scattered all over the floor. Your visiting teachers might not come for months, but leave your home a mess and that's the day they'll choose to drop by.
BUT....(here's my sure fire way to be alone)
Stack the dishes up, fill the sink with hot sudsy water, and EVERYONE disappears!

Now if I can just figure out a way to read while washing dishes, without getting the pages wet!

I love snow in the spring...

I know, technically it isn't spring yet, but the past couple of days it has felt like it. We even had the kite flying winds, if your kite was attached to steel cables, a little strong. Then the winds died down, and we awoke to a beautiful white blanket of snow! It was gorgeous! And by the end of the day...
spring returned! I love the seasons, especially when you get two in one day.

The Interview...

So...
(don't know why that's blue, but I can't get rid of it) I had a job interview today. Just a different position, not a new company. I love my job, but a opening for a teller trainer became available, and I probably shouldn't be telling you this cuz I just jinxed myself, but I put in for it. I had to do a training on one of our core values, I chose "Enthusiasm" cuz it's so darn fun. I had a great example and story to open it up with, a good middle, but near the end, as I was giving my presentation, I realized I hadn't really thought of a solid way to end it. So, while I was talking a little bit in circles and trying to tie it all together, in the back of my mind I was thinking, "Please don't end it 'in the name of ........Amen' cuz that's what happened to a friend of mine after she finished her speech for Student Body President in FRONT of the WHOLE SCHOOL! And you know how you laugh and think, 'That is SO embarrasing, I hope that never happens to me', and suddenly you find yourself trying to avoid the very situation by thinking too hard about not doing it, but now that's the only thing on your mind!
Kinda reminded me of the traffic reporter for one of the radio stations, she was blurting off the slow spots and where to avoid, rushing to get it all in before the commercial cut her off, and suddenly she was 'thanking Him for the nice day' and 'for all her blessings'...in the name of .......
Amen. Poor thing, and I thought the whole school was bad. Her blooper went out to every email and played on every radio station in the state! There's not a rock big enough to hide behind sometimes.
And then there's my sister Wendy, who put her hand on her heart to lead the pledge of allegiance, and started to offer a prayer! Now that's funny!
So, anyway, I managed to end my presentation without bringing religion into it. Then it was off to the interview. Have you ever had a stupor of thought, and then hours later the perfect answer or comment popped into your head, when it's too late! Well, that's what happened to me.
Question: What stresses you out and how do you handle it?
Answer: Hmmm, well, nothing really. I'm pretty easy going, nothing really get's to me. I mean, I've been really busy this week, planning a presentation with a days notice, getting a lesson ready for RS this sunday, buying all the food and getting ready for the Blue and Gold Banquet tuesday, but that doesn't stress me out. My hair always falls out in clumps, it's just the weather.

What I should have said: Trying to get my teenage daughter who is going to graduate soon, to get those applications for scholarships in before the last day their due! That stresses me out.

Trying not to cry in movies stresses me out! If I have to come out of the theater with a red splotchy face, it's not a pretty sight, besides I get funny looks. It's even more stressful if I didn't know the show was going to be sad, (to be honest here, it doesn't need to be sad to make me cry)
and I don't have a single kleenex in my purse. Then I walk out of the show with a scary face and a snotty sleeve. Now that's stressful.

Getting on the freeway and feeling a little gurgle in your stomach. Knowing that it's 30 minutes till you get to the privacy of your own bathroom, not daring to stop, afraid something ugly will happen if you don't. Now that's stressful!

Conducting or teaching Relief Society or Primary, (oh yeah, it's happened in both) and trying to call on the name of the sister who has her hand raised, but can't remember her name! She's lived in the ward as long as you have, it's even worse when you were once her visting teacher, and you just give her a blank stare, hoping her name will somehow appear on her forehead. (again, I think I just jinxed myself for sunday) Now that's stressful.

Oh, how I wish I could have had the perfect answer at the perfect time. But interviews are stressful, (hey, I could have used that one too) and answers don't usually come when and how we want. I guess we just do the best we can with what we have.

And I say these things ...

Woops, I mean...The End!

And the Oscar goes to...

Kayla! For best supporting cast extra in a Disney Production, "High School Musical III"...well, I'm sure if they did give Oscars for that division, she would have won. As it is, she is holding a real Oscar. Kim Peek, the original 'Rainman' came and spoke to her Psychology Club at school. When Dustin Hoffman won the oscar for his role as Rainman, he gave his oscar to Kim, and Kim gave it to Kayla...to hold.

The Oscar for Best Actress and Supporting Actress in a comedy is...Chelsea...and Sam...for their portrayal as black break dancers, who moonlights as a river dancers. So, the other night, Chelsea and good friend Sam,
painted themselves black, went up to Jordan Landing, equipped with boom box and cardboard, and took their position on the center stage on the boardwalk. It wasn't long before a group gathered around to see what was going to take place, then with the confidence that only a disguise can give, they broke out in dance. Breakdance, Riverdance, Modern Dance, and threw in a few tumbling maneuvers for special effect. They thought they were pretty cool. The crowd, however, thought they were a little strange. They got some weird looks, a few coins, and some laughs. Good thing they didn't charge admittance, the outcome could have turned out alot worse. As for Chelsea, I guess I'll have to hold out hope that once she has kids she'll start acting like an adult.







The Oscar for Best Actor in a Drama is...Kayla! For her portrayal as the joker at a girls camp skit. I wasn't bothered by her acting, (although I thought her tongue flicking was a little odd) until I actually saw the movie, then I was a little disturbed at how well she portrayed the evil joker. What happened to my sweet little girl.


The Oscar for Best Supporting Actress in a Drama/Comedy is...ME! For years of "Oh, that's the prettiest picture! Is that a picture of me? Oh, it's an elephant? Well, it's really good!" For years of "Don't cry honey...nobody saw you fall off stage. I'm sure they were too busy looking at their own children to notice your tumble". For years of acting like your Mothers Day Breakfast in bed of burnt toast and runny eggs is the best thing you've ever tasted. For years of hanging the gold spray painted macaroni christmas wreath on the mantle because it's the best decoration I have.

As for my acceptance speech, let me just say: "Thank you for this great honor! I feel so blessed to have won the role of Best Supporting Actress! I couldn't have done it without my wonderful cast and crew, my children and husband, who give me practice everyday, to laugh, and to cry. I cherish the moments and memories that have brought me this far and hope to win this award for several more years to come! You love me...you REALLY love me!" I love you guys too!

The difference between little boys...and their moms

So Trey got his wish this Christmas, a Lego Star Wars thingie...and I was so proud of him for being able to put it together! How a little boy can start with 1000 little pieces scattered all over his bedroom floor, and end up with a spaceship just amazes me. So I started thinking...

• Why is it he can't pick up his clothes or his toys scattered all over his room cuz it's too hard, yet he can pick up 1000 tiny little pieces of legos and put them together just right to create something amazing?
• Why can't he read 10 pages from a book cuz it's too boring, yet he can read a 20 page instruction book to put together his lego star wars?
• Why can't he remember his homework or to tell me when he's out of lunch money, yet he can remember the names of every Jazz and BYU football player, and their positions?
• Why can't he walk home from school cuz it's too cold, yet go back outside with no coat on to build a snowfort with his friends?
• Why is it when he's watching cartoons after school that he has no homework, yet when it's time to get his pj's on and brush his teeth suddenly he has homework to do?

Oh, the mysteries of little men. The only thing I have figured out about them is how different they are from women, or are they?

• Why is it I can't remember till the 30th of each month to go visiting teaching, yet I can remember the day of the big clearance sales at Kohl's or Bath & BodyWorks?
• Why is it I can't get through 10 pages of scriptures without nodding off, yet I can stay up till 2 am reading the latest installment of Edward and Bella, and be wide AWAKE?
• Why is it that I can spend $120 at the grocery store, and yet come home and wonder why there's nothing good to make for dinner?
• Why is it I can't find time to get in 30 minutes of exercise, yet I found the time to blog about why I don't have time to exercise.

So, I've come to discover that little boys and mom's aren't so different after all. We both seem to remember and find time for the things we love to do, put off the things we don't like to do, and hopefully learn to enjoy the things we have to do. I guess the biggest difference between little boys and their moms will always be...Mom's really do hate Lego's!