Peyton Place/Madagascar III (Cartoon Not Included)

Opening scene: Small town, Utah.

Que: Sappy elevator music

April: Sometimes I feel like my life goes from one drama to the next. (Groveling at Drew's ankles) Why? Oh Why????

Drew: I detest drama. (Looking away from the unrecognizable form of his wife at his feet)

April: (startles from sleep) Oh good, it was only a dream! (Looking over to Drew and kicking him-softly of course-to stop the snoring)

Both April and Drew return to their sleep.....and dreams.....

Fade to Antananarivo Madagascar......half way around the world

Close up of oldest son writing letter to family:

hey everyone. i am in a riot. its amazing. but like i said to broc that the riots here are jokes. its freakin hilarious. so yeah other than that everything is going fine. im either walking uphill or down hill all the time. well at least 90 percent of the time. its fun. i have definitely lost wieght since comeing here. so yeah its awesome. but yeah due to the riots we were suppose to buy food and water for our house. just in case so instead of living on seven dollars this week, i took some money out. just in case but dont worry malagasies are children. other than that everything is going well. i am healthy and laughing at how retarded the political leaders are here. haha

but thanks for all the birthday wishes. thanks for the e mails aunt sherri and aunt robin and grandma and poppy. thanks for all the christmas money that was sent that i just found out about from my mommy. haha. but thanks for all that. and i have to go im at the office cuase of the peacful protests and i have a line behind me right now. but i love you all.

chase

Que: More sappy music

Fade to black.

Yep, so, my son and around 59 other missionaries are caught in political unrest and rioting right now and are to remain in their apartments until further notice. Here are my concerns:

1. It's his birthday today and he won't get the package that I sent him! HOW RUDE! (I think the mail carriers should try to wield their way through 40,000 people to deliver the mail.)

2. You don't judge me because his lack of grammar, punctuation and spelling. He graduated from HS I promise!

3. He doesn't engage rioters with the words, "C'mon, meow". (Words he uses in the middle of a normal sentence to make me and his friends laugh.)

4. He lets his companion win at least one game of Settlers of Catan

5. If confronted by a looter or rioter he remembers to say please and thank you. Manners are so underrated!

6. He doesn't get an early release. He has no room to come home to yet. Sorry son! We aren't ready for you yet.

7. He knows that I am NOT one of the moms that called the Mission Home. I am however, one of the moms that called the Church Office Building. I'm just saying!!!

8. He knows that they are probably just having a big party for his birthday....LOVE YOU CHASER!!!

Note: Please do not think that I am heartless and do not care for the political strife in Mada. I do. I deal with stress through avoidance and humor. Well at least I HOPE you thought some of it was funny.

BYU and Other Tom Foolery

As you may have read I was kicked out of BYU. What you didn't read was why. Before I get to the why, I might add that another family member (Robin) later redeemed the family name by being VALEDICTORIAN of her graduating class. (Show off!)

Now what was I.....ohhh yes...... BYU. I am totally a BYU football fan! I always have been! Ever since my first Homecoming date to watch Steve Young quarterback! Did I mention that Sharlene Wells (Hawkes) was my RS Pres my freshman year (and she was dating Steve Young).....how cool is that! I was cool by association......at least that's what I thought. I was a freshman!

Did I mention that there was an undercover cop that lived in the dorms that I lived in? Not the same building because he was a he, and I am a she. But in the same building as my friends from Canada because my friends are hes. My friends were friends with him and didn't know that he was an undercover cop. (They didn't find out until after the bust.) He was there to try to uncover a drug ring on campus. He pretended to be a student but he was really married and had a child. He would sneak home

WHAT?!?!?!?! DRUGS??? At BYU????

YEP!!!!!

But that's not why I was kicked out (or my friends). But that is why a member of the men's swim team from Hawaii was kicked out.

So, other than some guy slipping on the top of 2 flights of icy stairs and taking me down to the bottom with him, my freshman year was pretty cool and lots of fun. (I even got to see Robert Redford at the local Hart's-he's much shorter in person.)

The following September as my friends from my freshman year returned to school for their sophomore year, I remained at home. I had to work. I didn't have the funds to return back to BYU, so I stayed at my waitressing job while everyone returned to school. It was hard. But I really wanted to make it back to new-found love.......the mountains!

Fast forward to the next September. I drive 1900 miles in an unairconditioned car with my friends to get to BYU. IT WAS HOTTTTT!!!! We finally make it into my new place of residence as set up by one of my good friends my freshman year.........and I see a face from home. A guy who served a mission in Canada. I loved this guy....not love, love, but he was cool, you know!
I jump out of the car and yell......JERRY!!!!! (name changed to protect me.) And here I am all haggard looking from being in a car without a/c for so long. He looked around and tried to make sense of it. I was out of place. Then he comes running over and scoops me up, sweaty and all!

We dated.

We kissed.

I'm falling...........

His friend thinks he (Jerry) is too good for me.

UUUUUHHHHHHHHH.................. Jerry forgot to tell me he was still married.

I end it.

NOPE......that didn't get me kicked out! hehehehe!!!


One year later......I meet let's say his name is Chad. Chad is a return missionary. Chad teaches at the MTC. Chad has high self-esteem. April not so much. Chad and April date all summer. Chad's friends don't think April is good enough for Chad (Chad's words). Chad and April continue to date in spite of Chad's friends not liking April. April's roommates don't like Chad. They think that April is settling with Chad (but they don't tell her until after). April can't see it yet. Chad encourages April to make changes to her personality. April encourages Chad to make changes to his personality. He doesn't think there is anything that he needs to change. April and Chad get engaged. April puts the down payment on the ring because Chad just bought himself a new wardrobe. After 1 month of being engaged Chad wants to run off to Vegas to get married. April says no. After 2 months of being engaged, Chad wants to just date again. April says no. April ends the relationship just before Christmas.

The grades suffer and NEVER recover. The next semester is a blur. I am prepared to go home to Canada. I am prepared to begin a life there and leave my beautiful mountains behind.

The letter from BYU Academics just solidifies that I am done. It begins............

Dear April, We are sorry to inform you that you will not be able to return to BYU until you have successfully completed 2 semesters at another accredited college attaining a minimum GPA of 3.0 or higher......yada yada yada.

That is how I got kicked out of BYU. BAD GRADES! My mother's worst nightmare. Probably why I did it! hahahaha!!!

Enter Drew.

And they (Drew and April) had happy times interjected with some sadness ever after. But they loved each other completely.

Seven Things You Didn't Know About Me

I was tagged by Miss Heidi over at Dunhaven Place. She is one AWESOME lady! She's an author you know! It's true! I read her book Miss Delacourt Speaks Her Mind. It is romance and comedy all wound into one fantastic novel! Don't take my word for it, check around the blogging community. Others have read it too. And they liked it. A LOT!

Anyhooo, I have to tell you 7 things about myself that you don't know. Some of you will know these things, some of you won't. I have been quite open lately so I'm not sure I have any secrets left.....let me think a minute......OK.....FINE! I've already spilled the beans on myself to this point, so here goes nothin'.

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1. I am an organizational FREAK! I have two legal size file cabinets to file bills, tax info, articles, decorating ideas, canning ideas, recipes (don't cook), gardening tips (don't garden), quilting tips (not in years)....you get the idea. AND the files are ALL labeled with a label maker. The files can't be written on by hand.

2. I eat a REALLY bland diet. I don't like hot dogs or hamburgers. I like chicken. I detest ham. I will eat some pork. (I know that ham and pork come from a pig!) I LOOOOOVE SUSHI!!!! I like most veggies. I am intolerant to milk products. I don't like spicy foods. Every morning I have a protein shake for breakfast. Most lunches I have an Intajuice (like a Jamba Juice) and dinner, who knows!!! My nickname when I was a child was "the garbage can" because I ate everything.

3. I was kicked out of BYU. Yep, I was. The end of my junior year. True story.

4. I held a water gun up to my 11th grade English teacher who caught me skipping class, and squirted him with it (much to the horror of an onlooking 9th grade math class). My punishment? Nothing. I just had to make sure my homework was complete for the next class. (WHAT???? I warned him first not to come any closer!!!!)

5. I was a Relief Society president in a young married ward in Orem when my youngest was 3 months old and my oldest was 3 yrs old. We had only been in the ward 1 month. Unfortunately, we had to move after only 6 months due to my hubby's employment, but it was one of the best experiences of my life.

6. I owned a Gift Store and also hosted Craft Shows for crafters. (Another awesome experience. I miss those days and the ladies I worked with.)

7. I have NEVER had a pedicure.....but most of you know that by now because my toes/feet are so ugly. I have Fred Flintstone feet. My baby toe (even you would be appalled by this Heidi) has almost no toenail on it. To see the nail you must uncurl the toe from it's permanently tucked position. My big toes have had fought the fight of ingrown toe nails for so long that the nails on them are mangled. The remaining three stubs.....er toes are missing a joint I believe, because they are so short. I have been so self-conscious of my toes that I have just started wearing open toed sandals in the past 2 years.

PS-You thought I was going to say something about dancing didn't you? Well I'm not because I don't dance! I can't dance for the life of me! But my sister Robin sure can!

Just So You Know.....Part II

I'M BACK!

And thank you's are in order.

THANK YOU.

Thank you for understanding without knowing all of the details.
Thank you for noticing when I am not there.
Thank you for letting me know I am missed.
Thank you for being you and allowing me to be me.

LY!!!!

Just So You Know......

When you begin to feel again it means that you uncover those tricky creatures called feelings.

That's the good news.

That's also the bad news.

That's also why I am a somewhat reclusive today.

I was going to say that I am hurting more than I should, but then I would just be "shoulding" all over myself.

Some of you will get it. Some of you won't. It is hard for me when some people don't get it. It just intensifies the pain.

Just so you know.....

I hurt. I have been hurt and I am experiencing pain from that hurt. I am not saying this to gain sympathy. I am saying this to let it go. I am giving a voice to the pain I have carried for so long.

So long.

I want to bid so long & farewell to the hurt and pain.

GIVEAWAY....not from me silly!!!

If you have boys that are tough to find books for then head on over to Swirl's blog.  She has great ideas on books for boys!  What makes her an expert you ask?  She has 4 boys of her own who are a rough crowd when it comes to reading!

Go over and check for yourself.  Click here to see what the giveaways are!

I triple dog dare you!

REVELATIONS

There has been something quite liberating about the treatment I have undergone this past week:

-No work (who am I kidding, I worked an hour on Saturday answering emails from work)

-No makeup (I look like death warmed over, but hey, I have no one to impress! Not like the hubby and I can do anything for 2 weeks!)

-No bra (Quit looking, you can't see anything anyways, it's cyberspace! DUH!!)

But not only that, I have found myself revealing some of my little (and BIG) life secrets in comment boxes around the blog world. Hmmmmmm.

I also have found myself......wait for it......

FEELING

again.

(GASP)

How could this be? I thought those things were long gone? Stored away in a very, very, very safe place. Not so. Those feelings of mine have emerged from their hiding place.

This time, I am ready for them and you know why? I am (ahem) more mature.

I have learned that feelings are just a gage on my journey through life. They don't define who I am. My feelings gage how close or how far away I am from JOY. (2 Nephi 2:25- "...and men are that they might have joy.")

I wonder if anyone will notice if I don't wear a bra when I go back to work?

SHINE ON!

I must say that I am disappointed. I was hoping that when I turned out the lights on Friday night that I would glow in the dark.

I didn't.

I tried again on Saturday. Nothing.

I just feel nauseous and want to toss my cookies. (It would be awesome if I could even eat cookies right now.)

As a matter of fact, I am surprised at myself. I am surprised that I am sharing this much info with you. I usually only share this much with my sisters.

I have learned through my own experiences to keep things to myself otherwise I might be hurt. I was tired of being hurt/let down/pushed aside/over looked by others. So, I clammed up. Zipped it. Shut it. Shut down.

I am entering a new phase of my life. I think I am maturing....WEIRD!

I need to mature in some areas. OK, I need to mature in A LOT of areas. Baby steps.

The area that I am maturing in the most right now is choosing to stop playing games. I'm getting off the Merry Go Round of life. Being on that Merry Go Round is nauseating. Besides it gets me nowhere. And frankly I don't have enough Zip Lock bags (that's for you NHC) to catch all the aftermath.

Change isn't easy. It isn't easy on me or the people around me but it is necessary.

I realize now that it is the good people around me that make me shine, not any meds I may have to take.

In the meantime, as long as I stock up on the zip lock bags, I should be just fine!

RULES OF ENGAGEMENT

I want to let you know what the rules are (DOCTOR'S ORDERS) if you wish to visit my blog for the next two weeks.  You will notice a slight change to the atmosphere here, a glow so to speak will be emanating from my blogspace.  

Please note: For your own safety, this blog must be read from a distance of 7 feet.

Ok, with all of that out of the way, here are some other rules that must be adhered to if you are to come and visit me over the next two weeks: DOCTOR'S ORDERS.

1.  Stop breast feeding. (Oh wait that's for me not you--sorry)

2.  Avoid kissing. (I don't want to see you kiss if I can't kiss for 2 days!)

3.  Avoid sharing items that contact the mouth. (That means you all have to come with your own can of whip cream to suck down....you too Crash!  No sharesies for 2 weeks.)

4.  Drink plenty of fluids. (And bring your own porta-potty because you can't use mine.  I have to use a separate bathroom for two weeks.  Sorry!)

5.  Men should sit down during urination. (Shouldn't they always?  Less for me to clean up.  This gets posted on my fridge forever!  I'll send you a copy for your fridge too if you want!)

6.  Wash hands frequently after using toilet. (I am puzzled why washing hands once thoroughly is not enough.  All my vital parts are covered and I hope yours are too!)

7.  Sleep alone in separate bed. (I must insist, that you do this too, for your own safety of course.  Who knows what amount of radiation you have been exposed to here.  Bonus: you won't have to listen to your spouse snore for 2 whole weeks!!!!)

8.  Delay return to work. (Here is your permission to call in sick and you too can have a copy!  (For a nominal fee of course!))

9.  Avoid long car trips with others.  (If you must go somewhere, go by yourself.  And instead of going to your intended destination (if it's boring) make a detour to a spa.  Hell-O!!!  You are by yourself!!!  Do it for me!!  Please?)

10.  Prevent pregnancy.  (You heard me.  To prevent "it", you can't do "it".  It's ONLY two weeks!  C'mon, what kind of friends are you?)

Those are the rules of engagement for you/me for the next two weeks!  Any questions?  

Why I Wore A Sweatshirt To My "Treatment"

Well I am off, well not this second, but I have to leave in 7, no, 6 minutes for my "treatment".  I wanted to dress more comfortably but my khaki sweats just did NOT go with my black sweatshirt with the white stripes down the arms.  I LOVE this sweatshirt.  It says "LIFEGUARD" on the chest and on the butt.  NO I don't think I have a cute bootay!  I am too old and things are too saggy for that!  I just like how warm it is, and after all when I were it apparently I can save people.

Maybe, today, I can be saved.  In so many ways other than the obvious.  

I am going to have TWO WEEKS to sit at home and THINK!!!!!  

SCAREY!!!!  

Miss Heidi's book will take me the first couple of day (I'm not known to be a fast reader).  But I have some big decisions to make about my life and NONE of them include you guys, so take a deep cleansing breath in and out.  GOOD! 

Alright, me and my sweatshirt are off to be saved or do the saving.  Either way.  I need to be useful people!

SHHHHHHHH!!!!

Please be VERY QUIET!

DO NOT DISTURB!

I am reading Miss Heidi's book! I am so excited!!!

You thought I was SHHHH'ing you because of the "other" thing didn't you? NOPE! That is tomorrow (Friday). The special pill is being flown in today. I've had my two shots (and feel like doo-doo), so that must mean I am ready!

Thanks for ALL of your cyber HUGS and LOVE! I wouldn't have made it this far in such good spirits without your support!

Thanks Crash for having that awesome retreat where we stepped in to help carry someone else's bucket for a while. That was freeing in so many ways! Even if some only let it go for an hour. You are only as sick as your secrets you know. I know. I got to meet some new and AMAZING people and feel their lurve!

Before I start reading I just want to give my sister Robbie-Toad a HUGE HUG!! I hope her surgery today went well! I wish I could have been there to help her like she was there for me in the summer. Aren't sisters awesome?

I have another sister who stalks my blog. She never comments in my comment box, she just emails me her comments. I miss her too! I haven't seen her in over a year. Hey Sheri-bear!

Alright, I am off to read Miss Delacourt Speaks Her Mind....I have peeked at it a few times already, I am REALLY EXCITED!

Speechless......

Sometimes saying nothing is the best thing for everyone involved. Take last week for instance. I was sitting in RS and the sweet lady conducting was also in charge of the lesson. Her lesson was a video which she planned to show us on a large screen TV that is to be checked out from the library.

Here's where it gets interesting. This sweet lady didn't get to the library in time to get the large screen TV. The only TV left was a TV the size of a postage stamp (her words). The large screen TV was checked out by the Bishopric.

Rewind to sacrament meeting.

The only member of the Bishopric stands up and excuses the Bishop and Second Councilor as they are both out of town visiting family. The First Councilor is the only member of the Bishopric in the building.

Fast forward to the present.

The sweet RS Councilor who is conducting/teaching/setting up the TV begins a monologue as she sets up said postage stamp (her words) TV.

Her: I'm so sorry sisters that we are stuck with this TV. The Bishopric has the other one. They got to it first. We are stuck with this one. I hope you all can see it because the Bishopric has the large screen TV.

Me (thinking to myself): What the what? (just kidding! I just stole that from Shelle. It will keep me from using bad words....especially in church). Did she just say "the Bishopric"?

Her: I'm so sorry sisters with the delay. I'm so glad we had Bro. X here to help us fix this TV otherwise we would be in trouble because the Bishopric has the other larger TV.

Me (thinking to myself): Seriously, did she just say "the Bishopric" again?!?! My hubby is the only one here today....he IS "the Bishopric" today!

Sister A to Sister B: You know my sister says that women in the Church are repressed.

Me: (Biting my tongue until I tasted blood.)

Her: Ok sisters, I think we got this all figured out. I hope you can all see this because the Bishopric has the other large TV.

ALRIGHT! I was going to investigate "what the what" "the Bishopric" was doing with the large screen TV.

I marched down to the High Priest room. No "Bishopric". I was pointed in the direction of the Priesthood room. I opened the door and through a series of sign language motions managed to get "the Bishopric" to the door.

I asked "the Bishopric" aka the hubby, what the large TV was being used for and was told that the YM/YW were in a joint meeting and were using it.

I returned to my seat to watch the life of Joseph Smith on the postage stamp TV to the sounds of sighs and humphs because Sister A couldn't see the screen. I guess she was feeling repressed today.

During the video on Joseph Smith I visualized myself standing up from my seat and setting the class straight on the whole TV situation.

I knew it was time to leave.

Some things are better left unsaid. Do you hear anyone speaking? I don't!

Something WICKED This Way Comes!

So remember how I blogged that I never received my tickets to WICKED?  AND, remember how ticked off I was about it?  AND remember how my credit card was already charged and I hadn't received my tickets?  Well, I had received them.  I just forgot!  I FORGOT!!!  If you would have told me that I had received them and that I had just forgotten and misplaced them, I would have called you the "L" word.  That's right!  LIAR!  

Yet, I did receive them, apparently ten days after my wonderful hubby spent 5 HOURS working the phone and the internet to get me those precious tickets.  And, to show my appreciation, I hid them in my stack of magazines that I order but never read.  I just collect them until the dust builds on them, the pile becomes cumbersome and then I toss them in the trash. (Please don't even start with me about recycling.  There are no places around here that recycle magazines and I am not about to start a project that takes in magazines.  Although, the dumpster that has been in my front yard for the past 2 years might appear to have something to do with recycling it does not.  That is merely there for decoration.  J/K!!!  It is part of the remodel project that has been dragging on far too long...sigh...but I digress.)

But before tossing the magazines this time, I decided to look at the covers one last time.  Kind of like a final farewell.  I wanted to see for myself what "Easy Dinner" I wouldn't be preparing for my family.  I just wanted to peek at the  "You Too Can Organize Your Home" article.  Seriously, they pick the nicest home that needs no work to begin with and then they "organize" it.  BLAHHH!

Come to my house where the magazines are almost stacked to the ceiling because I order so many for the recipes and the organizational articles.  Come to my house where as I wish and pine and toss the magazines in the trash one by one, I stumble across an envelope.  A very special envelope.  An envelope I forgot existed!  AN ENVELOPE WITH FOUR WICKED TICKETS!!!!!

And BTW, the fourth ticket is spoken for.  Brenda, you are welcome!

I have never done this before....but, I have only been doing this for just over a month, I am posting information for a giveaway! It's true! It's for a free blog makeover!! Who wouldn't want that? I would! Pick me!!! So if you want to be picked you need to check out Erin's site (it's really cute). She's being so nice that she's giving THREE MAKEOVERS away! Well, two after I get mine?

Because I Love You.......That's Why!

It's not easy being the mom of a 17 year old boy. He's cute. He's funny. He's freaking adorable. Therein lies the problem. We have a family rule. Ok, "I" have a family rule: There are to be NO girlfriends/steady dating until the age of 21.

I can hear you laughing! I hear the snickers! You are wondering how I can pull that off! Me too! But I won't admit it out loud! Never. No how. No way.

This is how the rule works: Boy B (my son) likes Girl A. Boy B can like Girl A all he wants. He can flirt with her. Talk to her. Visit with her at school at a friend's home where there are others around. Boy B asks said Girl A out on a date. Date ends. Boy B could have flirted all he wanted with Girl A. I don't care, date is over. Now the rule is in effect.

Boy B must now ask out Girls B-K before he asks Girl A out on a date again. End of story.

My reasoning is two-fold. One, Boy B is introduced to a bunch of different personalities to see what types of personalities he likes or dislikes. Secondly, he does not become too familiar with one single person, namely a girl and then become struck by her beauty and make stupid mistakes.

Women have that effect on men you know. Our beauty in all of its shapes and forms can mesmerize the menfolk. Men can literally become speechless with the smallest of provocations or is it provocativeness?

My hubby pretends not to see all the gorgeous beauties when we are at Lake Powell. He knows what is good for him. Unfortunately, my son hasn't grasped the art of concealment when viewing the bathing beauties, so one glance in his direction, mixed with a strong wind and I am drenched in saliva. He can't help himself. That is why we, I mean I have this house rule!

I won't lie. I have thwarted a couple of liasons Boy B has had here and there. But, like I tell Boy B and his brother.....Mothers ALWAYS find out. Mothers may not find out right away, but we find out eventually. Mothers have a network. We talk to each other. We help each other. If I see my friend's child doing something, you know darn sure that I will let the mom know what is going on. Because I would want that call. I am that mom. My poor boys! They don't stand a chance! Why? Because I love you.....that's why!

WHAT IF......

What if....

What if..... a sin had an odor associated with it? Would people be more likely or less likely to attend church? Would they be more likely to judge each other harshly or less likely to judge each other harshly? Would the smells would be a constant reminder that others have faults too just like them?

What if..... parents loved their children even if their children did and said stupid things? Would the children be better parents to their own children? Would these children have better self-esteem?

What if......there were "do-overs" in life? What would you do over?

What if.....everyone stopped whining about trivial matters? Would the world go eerily quiet?

What if.....

What I Learned From Watching: The Curious Case of Benjamin Button

The hubby and I rarely go to movies. We just don't have the time with the remodel in full swing and all. There were a couple of movies that I just HAD to make room for in our hectic schedules, and one of them was THE CURIOUS CASE OF BENJAMIN BUTTON.

I was warned beforehand that I had better have an empty bladder before the movie started because there would be no time for a potty break once the movie began rolling.......and she was right! WOW!!! I learned so much from this movie that I just had to share it with you!



THIS IS WHAT I LEARNED:

1. Ugly babies should not be given away, they could grow up to be REALLY cute.

2. There are A LOT of people having A LOT of s.e.x.

3. NEVER sit in a movie beside your son's friends especially if there is going to be A LOT of s.e.x. in the movie. (I had to clarify the last part! hehehehe)

4. Women sometimes refer to their "partners" in a formal manner. Ex. "Mister Weathers".

5. There are A LOT of people having A LOT of s.e.x. (And they aren't even married to each other!!!)

6. NEVER, I repeat NEVER take your child backstage after a dance performance as the dancers tend to run around half naked and the male dancers don't look like they wear any undies either.

7. NEVER sit in a movie theater beside your son's friends especially if there are going to be scenes backstage after a dance performance.

8. There are A LOT of people having A LOT of s.e.x.

9. Some people tend to attract lightning.

10. A tugboat can sink a submarine.

11. Caviar is to be enjoyed with vodka. (I think that is supposed to mean you have class-whatev!)

12. Don't dance in the street.

13. There are A LOT of people having A LOT of s.e.x. (Is my age showing yet?)

14. If we have been hurt by someone, especially someone we love, we have to let it go.

15. I wouldn't give up the life I am living for anything!

It was a great story line. It was totally different from the original short story by F. Scott Fitzgerald. I would just suggest you not sit beside your son's friends, that's all.

PS- After I read this to my hubby, he said he thought the only people not having s.e.x. were us. I had to assure him that our son's friend wasn't either. I'm not sure about the rest of the patrons in the theater though.

New Year, New Beginnings & Procrastination

So everyone, well just about everyone, looks to the New Year for a fresh start.  

My son who is a senior has given up soda (again) for the tennis team.   My missionary's goal is to finish out his mission strongly.   Crash is sharing the lurve with all her friends and Kelly Pickler.  Shelle says she going to clean before she blogs.  Nutty Hamster Chick accomplished her goal!!!  WOW!!  366 posts in one year!!!  I am not worthy to be your friend!!!   Heidi has a goal too, I think. I believe it has something to do with a dog and her desire to own a BB gun.  Kazzy seems to have a metaphor for her goal (plus her musical Mondays are AMAZING)!  And then there is me.  I don't do New Year's Resolutions.  They end up being broken in the end.  I am a procrastinator at heart.

I have managed to procrastinate something major that I should have done 4 months ago. I don't know how I got away with it, but I did.  But, there's no procrastinating it now.  Darn it!  So the countdown begins,  2 weeks.