Happy birthday to my nephew, Eli. He's 5, and dang cute. I love him. He has a funny way of speaking, and he is very spunky. I could probably eat him, if I could catch him. Happy day, dude. I Love You!
A shout out to my awesome bro. It's his birthday. He's a way hottie, I have it on pretty good authority that he's just getting better with age. Good job on that.
So here's to you, oh aged one. Have a mighty fine day.
Today is Maggie's birthday. She's 5. I can't believe that I have kept a human being alive for 5 years. Some things we love about Maggie are:
She is always crafting. She loves to cut and paste, and color and draw, and sing and dance and dress up.
She is very smart. She had an evaluation done for her speech class. She scored the highest possible points. She gets that from her mother. ;)
She is very, um, shall we say, determined. She knows what she wants, and she will do whatever it takes to get it. She gets this from Sugar Daddy.
She has a special affinity for Nunn Bee. Nunn Bee is my mom's mom, who died before Maggie was born. Yet somehow, Maggie knows all about her. Especially that Nunn Bee gave her all that hair she has. I love that they share old souls.
She is very independent. She will climb on counters and chairs and stools if it warrants getting something she's after. This is a trait I love.
So Maggie, I love you. You are very special. I know you chose to come to our family because you knew you'd be happy here. You have a very special spirit, and have a definite sense of right and wrong. Thank you for being so sweet and kind. You are a wonderful daughter!
Wow. Today is quite the day. It's a Sunday, which is not a usual blogging day for me. But today, today I have to write. There are just too many words in my head, and let's face it, it gets crowded in there with the voices.
Today is my mom's birthday. She'd be 60. I miss her. A lot.
Today is also Conference Sunday. She loved Conference Sunday. She would cook turkey dinner, and we would meet up at her house to eat between sessions. It was the best.
17 years ago today, she and my dad were returning home with my brother from his mission to Japan. And guess what? She made sure Jill knew how to cook the turkey dinner so it would be ready for us when they arrived home.
1 year ago today we were enjoying our last "girls trip" to Seattle. We had the best time. The underground tour, the locks cruise, and Ruth's Chris. We practically had to wrestle my mom to the ground to get that bill away from her. But we did it, and it was the least we could do to show our appreciation. I would wrestle her to the ground in a second now, if i could.
I'm not sure if it's a good thing or a bad thing that all of these events circle around this date. I find it strange that this has always been a special weekend for our family, even back 17 years. I know it will be comforting to hear our Prophet speak each year, around her birthday, and know that the words he and his disciples say will bring comfort to me. The last few days have been very emotional because of the anticipation of this weekend. I've had my share of anxiety attacks, pity party, and crying during dinner. But now, now I know that I have the knowledge and keys to see her again. And that makes this weekend even more special.
And I will be making a turkey dinner in her honor. Yams and all. And I will do it every conference Sunday, just like she did.
Happy birthday, Mom. I love you. I miss you.
You may have noticed my "Peeps" list on my sidebar. Many of you that read this blog, and comment, are over there. Because I like to give back, because I'm nice like that. Now. Let's see. I have a dilemma.
People, please. There are many of you, I won't name names, Jill and Kelli, who are featured on my "Peeps", but are no longer earning your spot there. It's been a while since you updated. I mean seriously, I know you have lives and stuff, but I also know you have 5 minutes to grant me the gift of being part of your life.
Lest you think it's just you two, notice that there are many of my Peeps that have slacked in the blog department. I feel like there is just wasted space over there now. And frankly, it gives me less and less to do each day, not having those 10 minutes to check your blog. And I like a full life, so indulge me here.
So please, for the love of Pete,
UPDATE YOUR BLOGS!
or you risk being ostracized to outer darkness, and banished from the list of Peeps. Scary, huh?
Oh, and Happy Birthday, Kelli! Your package is "in the mail", or so they say. No, really, it is.
All righty, dear reader(s), you've redeemed yourselves. I'm rather impressed that you would take my challenge and run (or drive) with it. Good job.
Moving on.
I missed a very important date on this here blog. I missed Emma's birthday! Well, I didn't miss it miss it, but I missed posting about it. It was on the 1st, and she is now a ripe old 9. I am honestly crazy surprised that I have a 9 year old. I mean to think I have kept a human being alive long enough to make it to 9 is shocking in itself, but then to look back at how fast it went, that's even more shocking. Seriously, wasn't I just changing her diaper, and then sending her to preschool, and then watching her ride the school bus for the first time? Yeah, I'm pretty sure that all happened yesterday.
For her birthday, she totally scored in the gift department. First of all, Sugar Daddy was here. That was a great treat for all of us. She also got "Rub-N-Color", which is pretty cool, and then there was the LPS VIP. You mom's all know what that is, right? And we gave her a $100 gift card to Kohl's, so she can pick out a new backpack for school, and also buy some useless crap that will be lost or broken in 3 days time. Sugar Daddy also has another big surprise for her when we get home. She'll just have to wait.
All in all, it was a great day. We went to the zoo the day before, but that is definitely going to be a whole nother post, considering I was the one who was marked for death after that trip.
It's my birthday. Yay. I'm 32. Not old, not young. I'm officially middle aged. And if you consider the fact that my sweet mom didn't even make it to 60, I'm past middle aged. Does that give me permission to run out and buy a new sports car? Okay.
If you had enough money to buy what ever car you wanted, and could only pick one, what would it be?
Let's also consider you had enough money to pay the gas and insurance and other incidentals. That's just to get all you "realists" involved. Live a little.
