ten years

today is my 10 year high school reunion...I'm not there obviously- too far, too expensive...I got the fancy invitation in the mail a couple months ago though and I entertained the thought of going for a couple days but the feeling quickly died- especially when the dinner price was $50 bucks, beer not included. I was happy to see there was going to be a designated beer garden provided. What would we do without a beer garden????

There are about 10 or so people I would love to see...but I don't want to see those 10 or so people drinking- not an ideal situation for me. After my mission I ran into a really good friend of mine from high school. It was at the Spokane Valley Mall of course. Later that night around 11 o'clock this friend called me out of the blue. He was drunk and needed a drive home from a bar. Drunk people are interesting- they seem to be a little more open than usual. After going to school with this guy for years I finally found out that night in the car his true feelings for me- he even thanked me for always being a good girl. Well you're welcome.

High School gives me empty thoughts sometimes. What a necessary yet blank time in my life. My priorities were kind of whacked out and although I supposedly was a good girl, I look back and think "oh I am so different now...and I am so glad those days are over" I just want to reiterate to my girls over and over that although you may feel high school is your whole life, trust me, it isn't...Of course I was me in high school and I am me now and then was me and I'll always be me- but I just process thoughts differently, care for things differently- I understand myself a whole lot more now- do you guys all feel this way? Or were you all homecoming queens who relish in the good old days and can't wait to go to your children's high school football games?"

ok so 10 years looking back- what have I done the last 10 years:
*served mission in brasil 18 months, learned portuguese
*lived with Emily!!!!
*learned to play guitar
*various jobs-waitressing at Woolfy's included
*been on some wild back packing trips- not wild wild...just really fun
*had some pretty interesting boyfriends
*ran a triathlon
*gospel doctrine teacher, teacher improvement, relief society teacher, scouts, primary teacher, primary secretary
*earned my B.S. degree
*lived in New Jersey- drove across the country- there and back
*went to Mexico
*got married
*lived in Portland
*moved to Utah- this was a hard move for me
*gave birth to 2 girls *my favorite 10 year accomplishment besides the whole Chay marriage factor
*Chay and I bought our first home
*can't think of anymore

ok so I found some senior pictures!...oh my gosh oh my gosh- look at that young fresh face! I have the same hair almost! I'm not too nerdy yet...I am sure in another 10 years Kenzie will laugh at what I am wearing. At least I'm not holding a tennis racket (just kidding Chay), or making out with a tree- but what is up with being so serious??? I look like my best friend just died! LOL- what was I trying to create here? ok all of you 1998ers out there- to celebrate our 10 years I dare you to post your senior pictures!!!

potty party

Tuesday morning I made a big decision around the house, a decision that I was no longer going to be wishy washy about anymore: no more diapers for Kenzie.

We woke up and I took off Kenzie's diaper and I was really tired and just kind of wanted something crazy to do to get me out of the drowsiness of the everyday blah blah...and well out of the blue I just said, "no more diapers" and didn't put a new one on her. It surprised me more than Kenzie I think. Kenzie knew this day would eventually come. She kept asking for a diaper and I said, "no more diapers- it is time for the next big step in your life" Of course she didn't quite understand what I meant but she did understand the whole "no more diaper" ordeal. So she ran around bottomless the first day...and she went pee pee in the toilet. That afternoon we went on a walk and she peed through her shorts while riding her trike and she started to complain and throw little tantrums about wanting a diaper....so you know what we did? We prayed. We asked Heavenly Father to help us learn to be patient, loving and willing when it comes to going pee and poo poo in the toilet- it seriously helped.

That night I put a pull up on her and she went poop immediately after I put it on her and she also didn't want to take off her pull up the next morning so then I said, "no more pull ups" and she has gone without a diaper now for 3 days! Is she potty trained? I think she is...she has only had 1 mess up and that was the first day...although we are still waiting for that big #2 to take place- eventually something will have to come out, right?

She doesn't like to go pee pee in the toilet- I think it is something kind of new and weird for her but I have been super patient...and it has been kind of a neat experience to spend so much time with Kenzie- I give her encouraging pep talks all day long...and I know she loves all the positive attention I am giving her- I get so excited for her when she goes pee pee and I sing pee pee songs to her all day like "Love is on the way" by Saigon Kick I change the words to "pee pee is on the way, I can see it in your eyes, come on let's give it one more try tonight baby" and "breakin up" by Rilo Kiley I sing "ooh it feels good to be free, ooh it feels good to go pee" and of course twinkle little star is now tinkle tinkle little star...

Chay and I were already planning on getting Kenzie a bike with training wheels this fall anyway so I made Kenzie a pee pee and poo poo chart- every time she uses the bathroom she gets a star-a tinkle little star that is- and once the chart is filled up we can go get a bike...so the other night, Kenzie, while still being a little apprehensive and not too excited about the whole pee pee thing, Chay walked into the kitchen to see Kenzie filling up all the boxes on her chart with a marker- she then said, "Let's go Walmart and get bike!" it was pretty funny...nice try.




Calie- I just wanted you to know that Julia wouldn't be able to cope with life without her silky blanket you got for her...if you see another one just like it somewhere-buy it. I will pay you top dollar for it- I get anxious just thinking about replacing that thing.

double whammy of woo-woo juju

Emily emailed me today and made me aware of the Word of the Day on Dictionary.com. (On a side note- I love that you know what the word of the day is, Emily)

Word of the Day for Thursday, August 21, 2008 on Dictionary.com:

juju \JOO-joo\, noun:

1. An object superstitiously believed to embody magical powers.
2. The power associated with a juju.

Example: 'On any terminal she is using, a co-worker puts up a sign proclaiming, 'Bad karma go away, come again another day'. When she was pregnant, she said, she crashed her computer twice as often -- she attributes that to a double whammy of woo-woo juju.'-- "Can a Hard Drive Smell Fear?", New York Times, May 21, 1998

Juju is of West African origin, akin to Hausa djudju, fetish, evil spirit.

How did you know Emily? Your email was almost "juju" because I was seriously thinking Julia was possessed or something this morning as she woke up hitting me and scratching me like some kind of wild beast. She was screaming with this screetchy kind of voice and was pulling her hair...I kept saying to her "JuJu who in the heck are you?"

sh'bang

so I have bangs now...Joette and I had a late haircut party night with Brandy down in the basement a couple nights ago- Brandy is pure entertainment-

Joette is gone now...we had a good week. It was good to have her around. I had all these exciting things I wanted to do but things never go as planned do they? I loved seeing her with my kids- she even got Julia to snuggle with her for a while one morning- which is a miracle. So come again Joette.

school house

Does anyone from Newman Lake recognize this picture? Calie ask Keith if this looks familiar to him. I about died when I found this picture online-

This is an old school house from the early 1900's- probably older- that is still standing- it's near the house I grew up in...as kids we would always walk by it or ride bikes to it and dare each other to go inside...Joette claims that she once touched a headstone/landmark type stone thing close to the school and all these dogs started charging at her...is that true Joette? LOL I bet it wasn't and you were just trying to top off all our stories-

as of lately

Today (well actually 2 days ago was today when I started this post) 9 years ago my family was sealed for all time and eternity in the Spokane Temple...Bryon and I both took out our endowments together and following the session we knelt together as a family around the alter, Mom, Dad, Keith, Bryon, Joette, and me holding hands, and embracing a moment we had been waiting for a long time to happen...wow what a beautiful day that was...

So...my mom is really sick...the worse sick she's been...now what?

I did something really crazy. I volunteered to sing a solo in church. I've been doing a lot of daring stuff lately...just because I want to. I used to perform all the time when I was younger but like I told Joette yesterday in the car- it has taken me almost 5 years of marriage/being a mom to figure parts of me out again...well anyway-I think I did alright even though I was a little nervous- these two recent return missionaries in our ward who happen to speak that sunday were funny- one who lives across the street from us said I need to open my windows more often and sing to the whole neighborhood and the other guy insisted we start a band- We would be called the W.T.- the abbreviations for our dinky little city we live in- he even had a gang sign for the W.T.- I love this kind of humor.

Joette is here for a week. It has been so amazing to listen to her play my piano...I feel like I have come home. We have had fun so far...Mckenzie loves her- follows her around everywhere. We went on a really cool walk today along the river...and talked about life and love...and then we waded our feet in the water for a second or so...got to love those chacos.

We celebrated Julia's b-day on Sunday. fun fun joy joy





I saw a shooting star this morning on my paper route...and a skunk!! I walked 10 feet in front of it before I noticed it! It scared me to death. His tail was straight up in the air and I booked it...you guys know how dramatic I can be sometimes so I seriously was freaked out for a couple minutes. I don't like delivering papers in the dark sometimes-
Those of you who know me quite well are aware of my sudden freak outs of startlments...Joette had a good take on me today. She said I am in deep thought often and so anything out of the ordinary kind of sets me off...I kind of agree with her.

eight8twothousand8

08/08/08 What a cool day to have your birthday Julia.

My little Ju Ju is a year old today. Oh my gosh 1 freakin year has passed! Where did the time go? I will tell you- let's just say this has been one of the longest years of my life. I held Julia for 3 months straight as she dealt with colic...and then if it wasn't colic it was something else...but you know- it has all been worth it...so very worth it. It is hard to believe one year ago we didn't have her in our lives yet. I was big and pregnant and in labor all day as we tried to finish redoing and painting the girl's room. Thinking about those days- especially after Julia was born makes me tired just thinking about it.

Julia is a strong independent little girl. She tells you what she wants... She has this "don't mess" kind of attitude which I will try not to damper- I figure spirits like this who have a testimony of the Gospel will take down evil as it comes their way- we need fighters!




Last night Julia woke up at 10 o'clock bright eyed and ready to play. So we played...I never get one on one time with her. She was so cute. She was giggling with me- taking steps. I kept trying to just soak up the moment and enjoy her littleness. It was a great way to appreciate her without Kenzie trying to push her over or stealing all her toys from her. Happy Birthday my little Ju Ju.

tribal rhythms

Tribal Rhythms Drum and Movement is the name of the community class I am taking.

Tonight was my first night. I am slowly attacking my "in my life" list. I have always wanted to learn how to play the djembe drum Chay surprised me with a few years ago. It has been one of my all time favorite birthday gifts. I pretend I know how to play...but I really don't. So I am excited to learn a thing or two.

First of all, the class is offered in a really neat place...it is in this huge old mansion built in 1893. The mansion is on the National Register of Historic Places- many community classes are offered at this place throughout the year like tribal rythms, african movement, water color, crochet, oil painting, photography...all artsy kind of stuff going on there-



The instructor's name is Deja. She was wearing sea shells and an african skirt. She had a nose ring and interestingly enough she was wearing hearing aids...she was about my age...she played my drum and told me she has never heard a more out of tune drum...so who cares if something is wrong with her hearing because after she tuned my drum it sounded so dang good. I was also the only one to show up tonight so it was just me and Deja for an hour. I like saying her name "Deja"

We conversed freely about our love for beat and percussion.

She taught me tone, slap, and base...and we then had a two person circle. It was all so very good for the soul let me tell you.

road trip anyone?

Who wants to drive to Bryce Canyon with me? I was hoping Emily would meet me there but her work sucks.

They are having the annual rim run again this year and I just want to be somewhere really pretty. We don't have to run the entire 9K. We can do the walk and talk thing...enjoy the scenery...pay a lot for gas...get a cool t-shirt? Anyone?

whatever cancer

Did you know my mom's favorite flower is the syringa?

ok so how do you handle bad news...over and over again? Would you kind of get a little numb to it all? Like a little annoyed maybe?

So my mom's cancer is back...again. She found out this week that she has 30+ cancer lesions in her brain. It is affecting her eyesight and so who knows what's in store for her. The doctor told her...again... that she only has 3 months or so left. Sometimes I just want to tell her doctor to "shove it". If I was ever an oncologist I would never give a number of months left to live- it is just so negative and so specific. There's got to be a better way of telling a patient that time looks short.

Mom's health is really confusing to me. I believe we have witnessed miracles in the past but they all seem so short lived. Praying for her and believing with her through all this has seriously been one long roller coaster of faith...and it's making me nauseous...can I get off this thing please? When is this ride going to end?

I have decided to not process anything at the moment. I don't even want to get sad. I have cried about this so much for the past 4 years that I just don't have it in me right now. I just keep focusing on the positive which is easy to do when I live so far away...but still- I just don't want to dwell on death or the fact that I might not have my mother around someday soon... anybody out there lose a mother before? How did you handle it? I'm just like...whatever.

We have been told now for 2 years that my mom only has 3-6 months to live and then she somehow gets over the hump and things actually look uphill for awhile. It is so exhausting.

Ok so there are several wards and tons of family who will be fasting for my mom this Sunday. So you can mention her in your prayers and fast this Sunday if you'd like. I sometimes feel that my mother's life is so much in the Lord's hands that I don't really fast for a healing necessary although I know a healing can happen...but I now just fast for peace and acceptance to whatever happens to her... a miraculous healing would be nice of course but I don't know how much of it is up to us anymore...

oh and don't call me...I am seriously so sick of talking about this to people.

weekend2

thanks Marne for finding these pictures...didn't Chad take these?

Steadman's Hill- interesting place- this huge water slide in the middle of nowhere...Chay and I both decided the water slide was a lot more fun when we went together- minus biffing it at the end- hence the picture...I had to persuade Chay to go down on the tube with me at first. I told him we can have a little NCMO on the way down if he went with me...

weekend

So this is the only picture I took this weekend at Chay's family reunion. For some reason I just didn't take pictures...and of course I am now regretting it.

Thanks Tisha for the daisy intervention- sticking flowers in Kenzie's hair reminded me of Discovery- a 5 week camp out I did when I was at Ricks college- Emily and I would put wildflowers in our hair for church...anyway

So Julia lodged a broken pencil in her mouth somehow the day before we left for Burley. It was sticking out from below her tongue. I pulled it out and blood gushed. Once we arrived in Burley we decided to take her to the ER despite the hefty co-pay- she was running a fever, swollen, and had the red streaks starting up...so not good. She is an official drug addict for the moment- can't live without pain medication or she is a living hell child- if there is such a one.

So the reunion was great- it was more of a family union since I was meeting a lot of people for the first time. I still giggle about Chay's widowed Aunt picking up square dancing again after all these years and how her partner is gay. I think I know where this family gets their longevity.

The highlight of the weekend for me was the Twin Falls Temple open house and seeing Chase get back from his mission. I love spiritual reminders. I was excited for Kenzie to walk through the temple and to hear her sing "I love to see the temple" on the drive there. The temple tour started out with a video and that about did me over. I needed to watch that video. The tears came of course and all of the sudden so many things were coming into perspective for me and I felt so much peace. I am going to the temple this week. Did you read that Chay?



Chase of course was glowing like most honorable return missionaries do. It was neat to hear his stories and his testimony...it made me reflect my own mission and how I hope to serve another one someday.

oh and one more highlight- a crop duster show- while we were driving towards Twin this little yellow plane would fly right over our car and under telephone wires...it was so cool to see.

Does anybody by chance have any pictures of Chay and I going down steadman's water slide? Marne?

whatcha gonna do with all that junk2

so I like garbage piles and the treasures found in garbage piles...

the other day while delivering papers I noticed this lovely piece of a thing laying in a pile of random junk ready to go to D.I or something. That night I ran up to the house and asked the owners if I could have the guitar. Once I looked inside the case and saw everything was good to go-I walked home with a new guitar. Not exactly the martin D-35 that I so long to have but it is pleasing nonetheless.

...all that junk up in your trunk....

thoughts on a void

So do you ever get in a rut sometimes...where you feel so blah and just so...blah?

I have been going through this void type feeling for awhile now...I think I know why and thank goodness I don't have to go into detail...yes there are things you actually don't have to share with the whole blogging world. But don't worry- I am April and I am still alive and doing good...just a phase I am going through.

So you know- I am so amazed at how much Heavenly Father loves me. I don't know why but it seems to be easy for me to assume how God thinks sometimes. It is like I already know He wants me to be miserable for a few weeks or suffer from consequences in a dragged out long suffering kind of way...or punish me with making me feel a little isolated from Him for awhile...but how grateful I am that His thoughts are not my thoughts...I know He isn't out to get me and He loves me regardless...it took me awhile to straighten out my misconception of how God is God... but every now and then I will mistakenly kind of revert back to my old way of thinking...But I am gently reminded otherwise.

A walk with Chay, a vivid sad dream, and the Joseph Smith story:

*Walking in the humid grossness of last Sunday's afternoon
Chay responds, "it's the stupid seminary answers, April, that make the difference"
April "is it really that simple?"
Chay "yes"

*In my dream (I will do the short version- because it was long, detailed and so strange) I was in a military type jeep and I was with old friends from the past and I was driving down this tunnel and Kenzie was behind us trying to catch up to the jeep on her tricycle. She was pedaling as fast as she could and I kept yelling out "it's ok Kenzie, I will be back soon!" and we both knew it wasn't true. She cried and cried and then I couldn't see her anymore...we were going too fast for her to catch up(this makes me cry just thinking about it)

*A couple years ago at D.I. I bought a Joseph Smith's story children's book put out by the Living Scriptures...and no I'm not endorsing the Living Scriptures- not a fan at all- but the book was $.50 so I figured why not- so besides there being a couple ounces of false doctrine and Lucy Mack Smith looking too much like Barbie, I figured I'd buy it for the storyline if nothing else- so Kenzie could get some exposure to one of the most important events to ever occur in the world- well the other day I found the book shoved way under the bed and so we read it for the first time in months. The book is written very poorly and made me think I should work as an author for The Living Scriptures- but it didn't matter because it was the story, the actual event, the miracle of it all that made my eyes swell up and testify to me again that Joseph Smith really did see Heavenly Father and Jesus and that this plan of our Father's is so perfect- so full of love and hope. It felt so good to feel the spirit especially since I've been feeling so distant lately.

So...these experiences obviously make more sense to me- but they have tied together somehow in the last couple weeks and have been Heavenly Father's way of sofly pushing me to get my act together...

reminder

I love our bedtime conversations. Before bed we usually read a book, sing a couple songs, pray and talk for awhile before she falls asleep. I lay down with Kenzie when she goes night night- she likes to rub my arms...I know- a little strange but endearing at the same time. Well after the lights were out and it was quiet for a couple minutes, Mckenzie softly spoke "guess what mommy?...Jesus loves you" It threw me off a little but oh how I needed to hear those words. "He does love me and He loves you too...thank you for the reminder...good night"

my garden2

there is something really peaceful about gardening...

I think it is because I haven't had to pull one single weed yet-

Thanks Marne for suggesting square foot gardening- oh my gosh- I will never garden another way again. This method of gardening best fits my personality. Structured yet low maintenance, simple yet very rewarding, different yet tasty...lol- this is making me laugh....so what kind of garden method are you?? Maybe I should make up one of those online personality quizzes and call it "The Garden In You" Personality Test.

I think I was paid a quarter for every row I weeded growing up as a kid...but even though I got paid I still didn't have the choice if I wanted to weed or not...oh how I hated to weed as a kid- so thanks Mom for always teaching me those annoying yet essential life principles--

I love my little garden. It is simple and aesthetic. I enjoy my nightly ritual-- watering each plant and seeing how much it has grown...I hear it is good to talk to your plants...I will admit our conversations aren't the best. I did however congratulate the cucumber plant for wrapping himself finally around his cage. Such a good little cucumber you are...

my garden

april & julia

this girl causes for much reflection

She is kind of difficult. She is very strong-willed. She is a fighter and persistent. Isn't this what we all want in our children?

Many might say- "oh she is only 11 months old...give her time- she will change" but you know it is quite evident that this girl isn't going to change much...she came out of the womb fighting for something-

I can already imagine what she will teach me in this life...



I wasn't the most agreeable little girl either and I still don't think I am at times- I still have vivid memories of some of the arguments I would get into with my dad. I just had to prove my strength somehow. Why? What was I holding on to?

My stubbornness has been a gift--only because I have sought to change it and so it has been an invitation to reflect inside and see where it all originates- what fuels it...and maybe it will help me embrace Julia in all her crazy realms and to just breathe deeply through it all. The more we know ourselves the more we will know how to deal with our relationships.

close your eyes

"You can close your eyes" by James Taylor is a favorite of mine...has been for awhile. It is just a classic love song. Don't you agree? Well after turning it up in the car to drown out Julia and Kenzie's crying- Kenzie actually stopped crying and started to listen. She loved it and kept saying "again again" after the song was over. So we listened to it at least 8 times and by the 5th time she was trying all she could to sing with the song...and Ju Ju was humming along too...the car ride was suddenly so very pleasant. Thanks James.

subaru i love you

Subaru is a Japanese word meaning "unite"- it is also the name of a cluster of six stars, which the Greeks called the Pleiades - part of the Taurus constellation.

Did you all know that?




ok so I just got my dream car!!!!! I have always wanted a Subaru Outback...Joette and I both agree we think we love Subarus so much because of Bryon's love for them. He was the first person I called as I was driving the car through Parley's Canyon...nothing like the little sister trying to get her big brother's approval...still to this day.



I belong in a Subaru Outback...I belong in Park City too- (that is where we bought the car- and I didn't want to leave that place)- Chay always worried he was marrying a tree hugger...well not quite but I did bring up the idea the other night that we should just pack up and move to a national park somewhere to work...he didn't like the idea all too well -but anyway...

I just love my new car. But it is the first automatic I have driven for a long time so I keep trying to push the clutch in...the guy we bought it from was a typical subaru lover himself. His name was Wayne. He made mention that he already owns 4 subarus and the only reason he was selling the Outback was so he could go buy a brand new one. It is a 1997 and he was the first owner. Perfect! After signing the papers, Chay gave Wayne a ride home. He noticed Chay's mountain bike in the back of the truck and said, "I have a Pro Flex bike in our basement...we haven't used it for 2 years- do you want it?" What?



He gave us a really nice dual suspension mountain bike! He kept the seat but still....um- it has been nice doing business with you too Wayne- He was such a unique kind of person. He absolutely loved Julia- so I need to write him a thank you note for the bike and mail back the really cool CD that was accidentally left in the cd player...




ok so for the debt diet update: so we sold the CRV and made more than we owed which turned into a good down payment on the subaru! We just climbed ourselves out of $3,200 dollars worth of debt! Our car payment is now $100+ dollars cheaper now and so that extra money will go towards smaller debt-(Dave Ramsey's snowball effect)- and I get paid tomorrow for my first month of delivering papers...I think Julia will finally be paid off...she has been a pain all around- just kidding- I obviously love the girl.

I am going to call into the Dave Ramsey show one day...yes I will.

4th

July 4th...is usually when I am feeling the least patriotic...it is usually busy and chaotic- but this year was good- relaxed and good. Tara and Niels brought over fireworks and we just sat out on our lawn and watched the boys do their firework thing. I like fireworks...but mostly the really big ones that go BOOM. I love the boom-

the highlight of the night was Chay getting all giddy about blowing up Kenzie's little indian toy. Our conversation:

Chay: "Where's the that little indian of Kenzie's?"

April:"why?"

Chay: "Because I want to blow him up...tie him up and strap fire crackers around him"

April: "um...ok"

there she goes

ok this is going to sound retarded...but I cried today when the new owners drove off with our car. I loved my CRV. But I am trying to stay focused on our money goals...so no more car payment and....now we don't have a car that can take the whole family...we will have to quickly figure that out.

I don't think we will have a nice car like our CRV for a long time...I loved the AC, the Heater, keyless entry- see- I'm easy to please.

Can I drive a minivan??? I don't know if I can yet. I'm not ready. Maybe when kid 4 comes around I will think about it- breathe Chay...just breathe...

why are you so serious?

this is as serious as I could get julia...she just didn't understand when I kept telling her, "julia- be serious" while taking her picture.

my pool

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the paper route rock out

ok there is some music to listen to on the left margin...it's my paper route rock out...

I've decided to kick up the paper route a couple notches...and also to help the time to go by faster...did you notice the first song??? my theme song....but I'm the papergirl...

my 4:30 am jam session

who delivers your paper????

young folks

peter, bjorn & john
turn it up
Kenzie has been trying to whistle all day




this girl reminds me of Emily...besides her teeth that is.

chaco love

oh chaco oh chaco how I love my chacos...and I know they love me too....

the girls

chay

The first thing Chay says as he walks through the door:

"someone stole my pot pie at work"

a new week.

I am so tired.

Friday Julia and Kenzie got their shots. I hate shots. Sorry Heather- but did you know that I have a really hard time with the medical field? Are we still friends? I mean the medical field definitely serve their purpose thank goodness- but I just wish I could feel safer about immunizations- but my girls get them nonetheless-

so Julia was up a lot on Friday night with a fever. 4 o'clock came early- Chay stayed home so the girls could sleep in. I walked the entire paper route. Came home and set up the yard sale- $I made 150$ and hopefully I will sell more on KSL this week. Anyway so all day I spent selling crap in the sun- came home and had a migraine headache-puky-out of it. Julia was up again all last night- another 4am nightmare with the paper route- came home from papers and prepared sharing time, went to church, and now I think I will die...april's dead.


ok so are you all anxiously awaiting for the new quote from this week's bulletin?

"Some deep thought--Traditionally, most of Australia's imports come from overseas."~Keppel Enderbery-- once again- very random



Happy Father's day! Chay is giving the girls a bath right now and so I am grateful- so very grateful that my girls will be raised with a loving father.

Daddy I love you and miss you. I miss being around you and feeling your consistent forever love. I feel like crying right now- I miss my Daddy- I think I am half gone right now- I cried in sharing time today too. The spirit was strong but I also think I am a little loony from lack of sleep. The primary kids just stared at me. Alright well good night and if you get the paper everyday in your mailbox or on your front porch you better be dang grateful. Leave cookies out for your carrier.