What a Weekend!

My friend, Amy, was a big fan of camping. It seemed like she'd go camping in Logan in the middle of February. I would wave goodbye and wish her well thinking she was CRAZY. Amy was my roommate at USU. She chose not to sleep by the window (if I am wrong about this, we'll hear about it) but always wanted that window open in the middle of winter!! She believes that if you sleep with a winter cap and a pair of socks, that is all you need to keep warm on a cold night. I disagree. What one needs to stay warm on a winter night is a house, a bed, lots of covers, pajamas, and a HEATER!!!

Despite my feelings for camping, we went to our ward camp out on Friday. I was optimistic because we have a big blow-up mattress and a generator to blow it up. The mattress wasn't the problem. The problem was the group of 20 people who were camping next to us. So, when I say c-a-m-p-i-n-g, doesn't that mean sleep sometime in the night? It seemed to me me that particular group didn't understand that. Gosh, 11:30 pm, they were talking yelling, laughing. I think it was 1 am, doing the same. I tried calling the police to have them booted out, they never came. Around 2 am someone decided to take out their guitar. A little after that, two people thought they were coyotes. Finally, someone mentioned they knew where the bathroom was and peed near our tent. During this time it was thundering, lightening, and raining. At least the kids slept through the whole thing. Ah, to be one with nature!!!

Just Say "No" to the Divo!

A whole lot of meaning goes a long way with the title of this blog. First, since females are called Diva's, I am calling this 6 year old critter a Divo. And no, there's no relationship to the group Divo. Last week was his birthday and I don't know if we had everyone in the city bring him a present, he'd be happy. By 12 noon, he mentioned how many people had called him and wished him a happy birthday. He expected everyone to give him a present. Boy, it would be nice if he showed a little gratitude. We all got a kick out him when we heard him singing Happy Birthday to himself as he opened his popsicle. Somehow his birthday ended up lasting the whole week. Next year, I will make it half a day. You better believe that next year he will remember it lasted a week.

Just say no, one of my dear friends will know what this means. I am sure that I helped create this monster because I have the hardest time telling him "no". My recent frustrations with his attitude have caused me to say it to him over and over again. There have been a few times that I have had to pull him out of the store, kicking and screaming, because of the word no. In someway, I feel like a proud parent as everyone is watching me pull him out.

I think the reason I struggle saying no is that there is probably some sort of conflict that is from my past that makes me cringe when I am faced with the turmoil. I just have to deal with it, because my previous methods have not brought "functional" results. Saying no has given me a feeling of control that I have lost since having kids. I have to admit that I will miss my 1st grader when he starts going to all-day school this fall.

Now, my secret confession is a must for my blog. Only three more days until the premiere of High School Musical 2! Wahoo!!

My time is up and next time I will have to write about two days, two boys with the "runs".

Thought for the day....

"Interesting, huh, Alison, how by changing your thoughts you automatically begin seeing changes in the physical world around you in terms of relationships, career, and money, honey, yet by first tweaking the physical elements of your life, so little actually changes.
Yeah... my idea.
The Universe"


I get an email from tut.com everyday. I am working on being a consistant optimist and I believe in the law of attraction. This quote spoke to me. What do you think? I keep thinking if I have more material things, I'll be happier. When I read things like this it's like a pie going in my face, reminding me of what happiness really is.

Storm Warning!

Who would ever believe this sweet innocent face would be the largest tornado to hit our family? I think it all started when she was born. Really, the day she was born was when it all started. To update her life up to this point, I will tell you the events that happened over the weekend. Friday, she decided to pull the iron cord causing the iron to fall on the floor, breaking into pieces. Saturday, as I sat at the computer, she put gum in my hair. I didn't notice this until my hubby said "what is that in your hair? It's a big glob of gum!" I just started crying. Sunday, I sent her into the bathroom to get into the tub, she chose to go out the front door. There I was chasing her in the neighbors yard, as her naked body jiggled and giggled. Non-the-less, we all love her dearly and and appreciate the wonder she brings into our lives.