Cramming It All In

Tuesday in Provo Wednesday waiting for fireworks.

And then how much can we do in 37 hours, beginning Friday at 6:30 am?

Manti Temple

St. George Temple. We'll need to go back when it's not 112 degrees.

Snow Canyon

A short trip through

"Lavendar Days"

Where Has She Been?

At a family reunion in Sundance, Utah.

Then off to California for brother's graduation.

And another family reunion.

More stuff for the brother.

Off to Grandma's.

A little time to goof off while running errands.

Still lots to do. Many to see. And missing home and hubby terribly.

PS Still can't find me? Maybe every now and then I should stand on the other side of the camera.

I Went to the Prom

And just as I was about to post, the #$%&@ cat stepped on the power strip, shutting down the computer, and causing me to lose all of the nights events.

So you get no details. Just a couple of pictures. Maybe you'll prefer it that way. No whining and jabbering. Just a few mindless facts.

I will tell you this: this good little mormon girl (ahem) never so much as kissed any of her 3 prom dates. Okay, I totally would have made out with Steve P. after Senior Ball if he hadn't gotten drunk. So it was fun to well, let's just say the kids stayed at aunt Sandy's for the night.

Girl Talk

We made it. The project was turned in. The luncheon went well. All the major catastrophies dealt with. My house looks like a bomb went off, but we made it.

I got home late from work (and by late I mean 4pm). I was exhausted and in a funk.

Considering David's cold and Isaac's allergies, I convinced David to not go on the Father-Son-Campout. Off they went to see Shrek, a little annoyed that I wasn't going.

I ended up (after watching Pretty in Pink) spending the evening with a bunch of women in the ward, half I didn't know beyond their first name, the other half I met tonight. We played some board games (one was Apples to Apples, which I hate), snacked, and got to know each other, partly with the help of Truth or Dare Jenga, and, like all women together for the first or second time, shared our labor and delivery stories.

What is it about gathering together as women that is so uplifting? Is it the surge of estrogen? Is it a built-in sisterhood?

Whatever it is, the magic worked, and I'm ready to move on.

PS Unfortunately as women we can also have the opposite effect when we're gathered as a group, but that's another can of catfight.

The Finale

I'm exhausted. I should leave 45 minutes early for work so that I can properly prepare for the luncheon. I've got 1,000 things to do.

But what about Grey's?

I expected to be left with cliffhangers. I expected plot twists. But they got me. Sort of.

I knew chief would stay. I knew we'd be left to wonder about relationships like Derek and Meredith, and especially the Izzy-George-Callie triangle.

But Christina's (I LOVE Christina) reaction to Preston leaving floored me. We thought she was in love. We thought she had one or two emotions. We thought that she wasn't robotic. We were wrong.

Does it say anything about me and my own personality that I like Christina so much?

Hopefully no. I like her, but don't relate to her.

And now I'm rambling.

PS The whole Lexi Grey thing is quite annoying.

It's Done

Maddie's final 4th grade project, due tomorrow and rivals any project I had in high school, is done.

It's been a hard week, and this project (that we started back in April) nearly pushed me over the edge.

I've been busy, zig-zagging between work, home, the orthodontist, scouts, back to the orthodontist, baseball practice, to Aunt Sandy's house (to tie the quilt, see above pic), and back home, last night well after Maddie and Isaac's bedtime.

Things are hectic at school, too. Throw a field trip in with all the other end-of-year-winding-downs, mix that up with students who apparently took a bunch of naughty pills, not to mention that the two teachers I work with are both up to their elbows in their thesis' (what's the plural of thesis?), and you've got a full plate. Speaking of plates, I'm putting on a luncheon for 27 people tomorrow, because the week hasn't been stressful enough.

David is finally home. When he left Saturday he was healthy, but now that he's home he has a raging cold and is exhausted from the grueling week. But he's home.

Who am I to complain? JP has been at work 10, 12, and 14 hours a day this week. I only put in 6 hours at work before my motherhood marathon.

Before I could scurry off to the orthodontist (third time this week) and then the library to finish off Maddie's project today, I had to rush Isaac to the doctor. My poor little man was in allergy distress when I got home from work, and had even helped himself to Benadryl before I got there (we have since discussed that that's not okay). How in the world the pediatrician still had an appointment when I called at 3:00 this afternoon, I'll never know, but I'll consider it a miracle.

Of course, once you have an unexpected trip to the pediatrician, along comes the unexpected trip to the pharmacy.

We survived. And we made it to the library. Back at home we glued and gathered and printed and sewed and it's done.

The quilt project is done.

And when I announced it's official completion to Maddie, I cried. Then she held me.

Any One? Any One? Beuler?

I am obviously over the hill, and this new realization cements it. Am I the only one that thinks Mitt Romney is kinda hot?