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October 3, 2010
I am hoping you get bonus points for trying because today was a complete disaster in terms of having any remotely spiritual recharge. I must be the only person on the planet who dreads General Conference weekend. What little I do actually hear, I feel immensely guilty about. But that's a rare occasion now that I have kids.
The day started out fine. Jeff took the kids and let me sleep in until 9:30 a.m. because I was exhausted from getting up at least 15 times over the past two nights with sick kids. But as soon as we told Pearl it was time to watch church on TV... oh I can't even describe! She tried to keep the noise to a minimum but after about 10 minutes of not seeing the "follow the prophet" it was just no use. We begged, pleaded, and finally resorted to yelling at her to keep quiet. There was screaming, crying, and whining in return. And not to be outdone by his sister, Cole joined in by squealing, screaming, and having not one but two blowouts. To avoid crying myself, I tried distracting my emotions by taking a big gulp of water.... just as Jeff was telling Pearl, "I'm sorry they aren't cartoons! Maybe if they were...." and that's all it took. I spit my water all over my legs in laughter and then bawled like a baby. I couldn't help it. I was exhausted. Physically and spiritually and knew any desire for a spiritual feast was hopeless. Jeff whisked Cole outside and told Pearl to "give this to mommy." I guess he could sense that if I wasn't going to get a spiritual recharge today, I might as well get a caffeine one.
October 2, 2010
Assume the conference position.
Apparently the still, small voice works best when one's napping. Too bad it didn't last long... a nosebleed (the second of the day... the first was in the truck on the way home from Logan) and screaming older sister banished whatever spirit we all might have felt during General Conference fairly quickly. It was all down hill from there.
October 1, 2010
I'm pretty sure Cole and I were the sole reason the Aggies kicked BYU's butts tonight (31-16), since it was Cole's first USU game and my first football game in at least nine years! Never mind the fact that the zoobies sucked it up and the Aggies simply dominated in the first half. Or so I was told. Cole and I were an hour late to the game... something about having to work on a Friday afternoon, Pearl having a 103+ fever and refusing to accept that she couldn't go to the game, running to Walmart to find her some medicine, a treat, and Cole some diaper rash ointment (yes, it's been that fun around here lately), trying to force Pearl to drink her medicine to which she refused, feeding Cole, then turning around and going back to Jeff's parent's because I forgot his warm clothes (just in case).
But we made it - decked out in Aggie gear (even if the jacket was WAY too big still) and excited for a victory. I've never seen Jeff so happy... pumping Cole up and down 24 times when the Aggies scored a touchdown. EVERYONE, and I mean EVERYONE, around us was oohing and ahhing at Cole the entire game. He is a stud.
And the game was E.P.I.C. I just might let Jeff buy me a season ticket next year after all.
September 30, 2010
I hope that when I turn 80:
- My family loves me enough to throw me a surprise birthday party.
- I have a loving spouse who will stick with me through thick and thin... even if those trials come at a time in our lives when we feel like it's not fair.
- I'm as cute and sassy as my grandma and grandpa. Ok, so just my grandma is sassy.
- I have happy, beautiful children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren who want to be good citizens, go to college, and are strong in our faith.
- I've got a savings account as big as my grandpa's so I can buy tractors or various trailers just because they were a good deal.
- I'm as healthy as an ox and can still buck hay if I want to.
- I've set as good as an example about being honest, hard working, and faithful as my grandparents.
- Maddox is still around so I can have turkey steak!
Happy birthday Grandpa! I love you!
September 29, 2010
I'm a bad Visiting Teacher. If I make it around to going, it's always the last week of the month. And most of the time it's an unexpected visit because I haven't left enough time to actually make appointments with the ladies I visit. The worst part is I have wonderful visiting teachers and I look forward to seeing them every month. Ok, so maybe the real worst part is we haven't renewed our subscription to the Ensign in months so I don't even know what the lesson is I'm supposed to give and ponder over.
I know, I'm going to burn for it someday.
In my defense, the Relief Society seems to change our partners a lot. By the time I figure out who my new partner is, I have a new person again. And they gave me my partner's phone number without an area code. So last month I tried all three of Utah's area codes to no avail and ending up going alone (and I made actual appointments... go me!). This month with going back to work and having a crazy schedule the month just flew by and the next thing I know, I have one night to go. So I gave my sisters I teach a quart of Jeff's homemade grape juice in the hope that they'll once again forgive me for being such a slacker.
Do you think Heavenly Father likes grape juice too?
September 28, 2010
I wore a necklace today so Pearl insisted that she needed one too. What I didn't anticipate though was the other accessories she needed. A green, heart-shaped ring, her Sheriff Woody badge, dinosaur necklace that Jeff made in jewelry class in high school (Pearl tells us that her Dad made it just for her... uh yeah), pink star-shaped sunglasses, and her Disney princess wrist clock (aka her watch). When she came out of her room she excitedly declared, "I'm stylin' Mom!" To which I replied, while trying not to laugh at her, yes you are Pearl. And if any of you follow my blog, you know how much Pearl LOVES to get her picture taken (sense the sarcasm here). Well, she must have really thought she was hot stuff because she practically begged me to take her picture. What a goon!
September 27, 2010
I spent my entire day in this room. A whooping nine hours glued to the same chair, listening to 11 hopeful individuals apply for a single job. It was a long, very long day. Poor Cole had 20 minutes to squeeze in feedings that typically take 45 minutes. He was not happy. And try as I might to listen to a-soon-to-be-new-coworker of mine, I kept thinking about how Cole was doing. But we survived. Jeff picked the kids up on his way home from work so I felt a little less guilty for the long day. And the media didn't call about our news release that also went out this morning (ok, so I felt a little bad about that one but was dreading calls because I didn't know how I would squeeze in interviews, feeding Cole, and a TV crew).
Sitting on the other side of the table gives you plenty to think about. Like, how on earth I got my first job with no work experience and straight out of college. Or how on earth someone can go to college and still not learn how to interview very well. And how blessed I am to have a job, even if I'm not sure that working is what I should/want to be doing... a very flexible, well paid, nice job with wonderful people doing wonderful work to improve the lives of Utahns. Seriously, as much as I've complained about going back to work since having Cole, I am so very blessed. Three people we interviewed were losing their jobs this week due to funding cuts. I felt so sorry for them and wanted to hire all of them. I guess it takes nine hours of listening, madly scribbling notes, and a sore behind to remember your own blessings.
October 3, 2010
