Look who's coming to Stadium of Fire:

This is what I found in my pictures today.

Now that's just funny.

Jay - Eee- Ell- Ell- Oh

Uhg. After almost a week of being sick, laying around, not exercising, or eating very healthy, I feel a little like jiggly jello today.

Is that too much information?

Pass the Kleenex please...

So Bethany tells me this story: The other day in seminary, they were going around the room and each student had to tell two things that they were thankful for. If you know Beth, you know she hates to be put on the spot like that especially when she thinks she is supposed to say something spiritually profound. So, after all of the other kids were saying things like, "my family" and "the scriptures" etc., when it finally gets to her she says:
"I'm thankful for Rice Krispy treats and Netflix!" Needless to say, could a mother be more proud?

However, after the last two days of being confined to my room with some yucky virus...I have to say I am truly thankful for NETFLIX- sitting in my recliner right in front of my computer, I have had a marathon I am telling you- several Masterpiece Classics, and two entire seasons of my new favorite show: Cake Boss. At this point  I am even thinking with a New Jersey/Italian accent!

So, while I am not a big fan of Rice Krispy treats, (or "cereal treats" as Buddy likes to call them)-I have a heart full of gratitude for Netflix!

Today at Smith's

For $22.00 and some change...

coupons, coupons, coupons...

Science Fair

 Hannah and Will competed in the school science fair...

Who knew that growing mold could be so rewarding?

The Day After.

I have a Krispy Kreme hangover. 

I might have eaten way too many but I won't give you a number.

No, you really don't want to know.

Really?

Could it really have been just a few short weeks ago that winter seemed depressingly overwhelming?

But after an amazingly uplifting weekend beginning with a beautiful funeral service for a sweet older woman in our ward whom I wish I had known better,

...and then two inspiring sessions of Stake Conference that made me smile from the inside out, with some great stories told by this man:

 Elder Christopher B. Munday of the Seventy

...not to be outdone by deliciously amazing sugar whipped into a wonderfully decadent recipe in the form of Elijah's B'day cheesecake...

 

...soon followed by the return of the Prodigal Disneyland daughter...

...and last but not least, this happiness greeted me when I opened the fridge to make an omlet this morning...

(oh, that Bethany...)

how can I not be filled with February JOY?

 Happy, happy Valentine's Day!

Oh and P.S.: See all those tubs of butter in the background? 19 cents a piece! Thank you coupons.

Heart Breaker

Elijah has turned 13!

Look out world.

Shout Out!

Congratulations to my sistah's and my mom!

6 weeks of sugar abstinence ends today!

Happy Valentine's Day!

A Story.

     Yesterday I went into Sunflower Market.  I love their bulk foods section so I decided to look around there a bit before hitting the produce aisle. As I browsed, I noticed a young man of about 19 or 20, who had parked himself in front of one of the bins, and was eating, quite heartily, a handful of trail mix. He was serious and deliberate as he ate, and unapologetic.That attitude got me a little heated.  I took my time, pretending to shop, but I really just watched him. He moved to another bin, scooped out another handful of food, and began eating that with the same intensity. I was steamed at this point, at his blatant disregard for the law, and decided I had better go get my grapes and cool off. I loaded up and came back by the bulk section only to see that he had moved to yet another bin, still eating unashamedly. I marched my cart right up to the check stand and informed the employee that there was a gentleman feasting on the bulk foods. He immediately went to find the guy and invited him to leave the premises. As I watched the young man leave, I had the impression come into my mind that he was truly hungry and suddenly I felt ashamed of myself. Ashamed of my desire to judge him so quickly, and ashamed that my quickness to anger had most likely blocked that impression from coming sooner. I wish I had been more observant of his shabby clothes, and his hollow looking face. And  I wish I had smiled and offered to buy him a bag of trail mix. But I didn't.
I may have been totally in the right for wanting justice,
but I completely forgot about  the mercy part, until it was too late.

Just finished this...

I LOVED it!

February 6th, 2011

A day of rest...Happy Sabbath.

What Valentines Day means to me.

Does that make me shallow?