LG

Ouch
A few weeks ago LG confided in me that he had fallen in the shower.
He had a boo-boo and I wasn’t very sympathetic.
“How old are you?” I asked. “70?”

Then, just days later, I fell in the shower

and he was so sweet about it.
I did fall way more violently
as there were cleaning agents and a trash can involved
but still.
Sometimes I know I got the better end of the deal.
I am so glad that there are those times
to even out the ones when I wonder
what the heck I was thinking.
Love you LG!
And I hope we got our falling out of our systems.
Because if this happens when we are 70 or more
one of us is going to end up in the nursing home.

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Even more disturbing than the bruise….
my triple chin.

Family Dance Night

Do you remember this ancient post about the family staying up all night to dance.
We couldn’t afford to go to Chuck E Cheese and so we pulled out the old records.

Well now we can afford to go to Chuck E. Cheese but I believe I would rather
travel back in time and do this all over again.
I finally figured out how to post the video and these are so cute.
The girls have grown so fast but I am pleased to report that they still giggle just the same.
And they still think they can dance.

It started out slow. Very Lawrence Welk feeling slow.

Then we moved on to Bob Dylan’s song on banjo.
Dad does some tapping and at the end the baby has to join in.

More with dad and baby. Puff the magic dragon.

Then dad goes a little crazy.

A little Beverly Hillbilly’s. We were in TN after all.
We have some underwear malfunctioning.
This is when I hope that no sickos have found the blog.
But, if you sickos have found us, make sure you watch this one through
to see the man you will contend with if you come within 50 feet of our daughters.
And then know that I am about 800% more ferocious.

Now dad kindly introduces the two-step to our flapper girls.
Has anybody seen our girls?

And if you’ve been the loyal watcher,
you will be happy for this finale.
One final laugh for us all.

Good times. Good times.

The Uinta’s
There is no better day than Sunday
to post a bunch of photos
of my family
and God’s great earth.
I love them both.
Thank you God
for my amazing life.
Feel free to join us on our drive
from last weekend.
It’s pictures like the one above
that make me want to
oblige the girls
when they tell us we need to have another baby.
How bout it honey?
Rock on rock.
Or as Caroline says it
big rock, little rock.
I love girls with pockets.
I love pockets with souvenirs.
I love free souvenirs.
I can hear your sigh.
I wish you could have come with us too.
Just imagine what I could do
with a camera that costs more than $100.
My birthday is coming up LG.
(hint hint)
Yeah right.
We all know he ain’t spending more
than $100 on me for my birthday.
A girl can dream though.
We love you Uinta Mountains.
Especially in the Fall.
Thanks again to a God
who is the ultimate artist.
You take our breathe away.
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Peace and Quiet
Yesterday I was reading a blog
where the mom was keepin it real.
I like those kinds of blogs.
The real ones.
As opposed to the fake ones.

The blog’s author (who I have no recollection – sorry)

shared her concerns
over not having adult conversations
and what it would be like to go back to the workforce
someday while her working-mom counterparts
build their careers as she changes diapers.
She talked about her fight with depression
over the years.
I personally think she needs to up her meds.
It’s amazing what you can tell about a person from their blog.
She was real and she was also somewhat depressing.
I’ve been there.
I have those days.
But thankfully, because of some psychiatric drugs that work,
they are few and far between.
Not a day goes by that I am not grateful that my anti-depressants work.
Overall, I am a pretty content person.
I am such a happy mom.
I love my job as a stay-home mom.
I don’t know if it will last forever,
but I love it for now.
And the longer I live,
the more I understand that
the now is all you should worry about.
I love my kids.
I love spending time with them.
I love teaching them.
I love nurturing them.
I love watching them grow.
I love building friendships with them.
I love discussing with them all kinds of things:
fashion, hygiene, religion, boys, music, cooking: 
the list is endless.
I love it when they make me laugh.
I love it when I make them laugh.
I also love getting away from them.
And having adult time.
Free time.
Me time.
Peace and quiet.
Any mom who doesn’t admit this is a liar.
Or is generally psychotic and needs therapy.
I told this other blogging depressed mom that there
have been two practices that
have kept me sane
through the years.
#1. 
I try to have a lunch-date with a girlfriend once a week.
It can be the same friend or different ones. 
It can be with kids or without,
but for some reason that connection 
really helps me to be happy.
#2.
I have to have my weekly date with my cute hubby. 
It is a MUST.
I HAVE to have it.
Like the air that I breathe.
Even if it just means that hubby and I sneak away to the library for some peace and quiet.

Peace and quiet is sometimes better than you know what.
Especially the longer we’ve been married
and the more kids we accumulate.

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Where to Find Me

My friends know that the best place to get a hold of me is
through e-mail, facebook, or leaving a comment on my blog.
I have gone through 4 phones in the past 4 months,
so getting a hold of me cellularly (I love it when I make up words)
doesn’t have the best track record.

I thought today my friends might like to know how else they can get a hold of me.
Apparently I am all over the place on google.
Here are the search words that will bring you directly to me.

white trash. Lots of people find me this way. I am so flattered. My time in Tennessee agrees with me.

white trash make-up. Funny I rarely even wear make-up
I’msofunn We all know I am blast.
Dursley Harry Potter. Wouldn’t be my first HP character choice, but the fact that people find me by searching for Harry Potter is quite flattering.
Mt. Timpanogos Temple That’s pretty dang cool.
silly things for a bucket list Bucket List has made me more money than anything. I wonder if I could make enough money to actually start doing some of the stuff on my bucket list?
one eyed one horned flying purple people eater Thank you Sophia and all the other crazy family friends who endured this one heck of a flop of a party where all children ended up begging to go home once all hell broke lose in the playroom without supervision.
game night treats. I love this!
People search a lot for Alice Gold. I guess I am wanted.
I assume they are looking for the British singer Alice Gold but guess what? My blog is #1. Woo-hoo.
moobs. Nice.
funny cow No, that’s not what they think I am, just a subject on the blog.
BE STILL My newfound favorite advice for other chronic worriers like me.
funny fridge Wow, even my appliances are funny.
Chuck E Cheese prizes We are pretty much masters when it comes to ticket collecting.
Amy Kafala I will have the last word on the lunch war revolution.
What does Dr Seuss dress like I have no idea.
I kneel to pray every day Yes, I do.
i’m so hilarious Yes I am.

Meet Me At Mid-Day My Dear.
Another poem for the love of my life.
Feel free to eavesdrop or ignore.

  Funny sidenote:
LG does not have a poetic bone in his body.
I was just translating this poem for him.
He says, “where our bodies can entwine, what does that mean?”
Then I showed him entwined fingers
while asking him if I needed to pull out a dictionary.

He says, “Our bodies entwine every night.”
I said, I know.
Don’t you get it?
All this whole poem is saying
is
Come home at lunch time and have sex with me.

Now, after barely browsing the poem the first time
all the sudden he is interested and even excited about it.
Men!
I work on this poem for an hour
and all he even hears is the last three words of my explanation of it.
sex with me.

He is now trying to fight me off the computer so he
can read the poem with an all new perspective.

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I am best at bed-time,
you at waking dawn.
When my energy is greatest,
yours snores at your dreams.
The sun rises to your heartbeat,
while mine is perfectly at rest.
Meet me at Mid-Day my dear
when our bodies can entwine.
You are such a thinker,
and I just dream away.
You understand the abstracts,
 I, only concretes.
Gravity draws you closer,
and magnetizes me to you.
Meet me at Mid-Day my dear
when our minds collaborate.
You are tall and strong.
I just tremble in your arms.
Masculinity is regal,
femininity divine.
You talk of now and later.
I reminisce of past.
Meet me at Mid-Day my dear
where marriage is ours.
You struggle to express
what I communicate in excess.
You make me feel complete
as your hidden feelings fill my thoughts.
I know you love me dear,
and you know I always want you near.
Meet me at Mid-Day my dear
where our hearts are as one.
Defeat afflicts my torment,
I hope you understand.
Instead of advising or fixing,
you hold my hand and cry.
Knowing that you share my anguish,
is all I need to try again.
Meet me at Mid-day my dear,
so we can endure together.
Wednesday is my favorite
but any day will do.
The sun at its highest
or better yet, with rain.
Before or after lunch,
but definitely in bed.
Meet me at mid-day my dear,
where our love unites.

Sunny California
I know I’ve been really self-focused this week.
I’ve probably lost 10 of my 20 readers.
Aw, who am I kidding?
I know you are all still reading.
The only people who read this here blog
in the first place
are the people who love reading about me and my family.

Well, don’t say that I haven’t given you your fill this week.

And please say a prayer for me that something funny
will happen very soon
so I can quit posting so many family photos.
I’m having a great giveaway tomorrow so stay tuned.
Sorry though, for now, all I’ve got are more photos from our trip in July to Cali.


When LG and I came up on this we scarfed down both a peach and a plum each,
only to be told by guy in the booth
that he didn’t need our pits
because any fruit sold in our Utah County was fine to pass the border.

I have fond memories from Calico ghost town as a kid.
If you’ve never been, I highly recommend it
the next time your are driving through San Bernadino.

Back in the day, my dad built this bridge.
Can you even imagine?
He doesn’t even like heights.
The things a man will do to provide for his family.
I love this bridge along I-15.
It’s how all the members of our family know we are getting close to our former home.

The Bird of Paradise can only mean one thing.
I am home!
It’s the official flower of Carlsbad, CA.
And being in California means there is plenty of Grease Pockets.
This one is for you Barrick family.

Whenever I visit Carlsbad,
I cannot miss a trip to the old Thrifty’s.
It’s now Rite-Aid,
but they still have the same great ice-cream
that we always got on our way home from the beach.

They aren’t as cheap as they were once.
I can remember when a scoop was 20 cents.
Talk about inflation.
Still worth every penny though.
Here’s the magical scooper 
that makes it taste better than any other ice-cream in the world.

Here is LG enjoying his single scoop.
He always says he doesn’t understand the hype,
but everyone knows that Tennessean’s aren’t experts on ice-cream,
unless it’s fried.

I resisted the three-scooper.
With six siblings, any time we went over single cones,
we always multiplied the chance of a scoop
dropping in the parking lot by about 100%. 
It was pretty funny when I almost lost 
my second scoop in the store
right after this photo.
I guess one is never too old for a little nostalgia.
And I am glad that I had been trained
by all those other losses.
I wouldn’t have been so smiley
if I had actually lost any
of  my beloved chocolate malted crunch.

This is what we called ice-plant.
I am including this photo
for all my brothers and sisters
who don’t read my blog.
Wow the memories of this stuff could go on forever.
It covered the hill behind our house
and was great to use as a hopscotch marker
or a soft landing after jumping off the roof
onto the trampoline 
and over the back fence.

Aw. Heaven.

We loved our time alone
even if we did miss our kiddos.
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Dam Post
Here are the photos
straight from my camera
in July.
They present our trip in July
back from California.

For some dam funny stuff,
read more.

I couldn’t get my little whimpy camera
to capture this sight.
This road climbs elevation
and almost looked like it
was in route to heaven.
And remember,
I am an expert on heaven.
Just check out my klout,
it doesn’t lie.

Oh no an excess of water,
what are they going to do about it?

What was that C3p0?
Build a dam?
Or is that the eye of God talking
that Abigail made in 5th grade?

Is building a dam the best idea?
Dam straight.

And then we can name everything after it.
What a great idea.

I really hated to drive on 
when I knew it meant I was going
to have to miss 
the dam jam.
I wish I had some money here.
Or in any dam bank account.

Definitely the most touristy trap place ever.
When LG and I stopped to use their restrooms,
we both ran to our gender appropriate lou’s.
And I chuckled as I could hear LG’s peeing through the wall.
That was dam funny.

Watch out for the chocodiles.
I believe they are at least 2 dam years old.

Have a fabulous dam day.

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And once again,
if you chuckled,
even once,
feel free to like my blog on facebook
on the sidebar,
or hit a share link below
to help me get some more readers.

Thanks to you so dam much
for being a reader.
I love you more than any other dam thing.

Your love is better than ice-cream
I am so excited to present my original idea.
It’s gonna put me in a higher realm
with my oh so crafty friends.
Trust me when I say you don’t want
to miss out on hitting the read more button.

My mom brought me these great frames from the thriftstore.
They are black with red matting.
They match my kitchen-aid.
Remember this post about me and red.
There was one problem with the frames,
they had safari animal prints.
They hung with the original prints
for the past 4 months
until I got sick of explaining my
fake love for Africa.
I took some photos a while back,
that I intended to use.
And I finally found the time
to edit them and put them to good use.
I present the best dining area framed photos
of all time.
I know you are all going to copy me.
Can’t wait to see what you come up with.
Lay off the ice-cream shots.
They are mine.
All mine.
As is LG’s favorite song.
Your love is better than ice-cream.

I love how the added text
combines the love LG and I have for each other
with the love we also have for and from our kids.

I would show you the photo of how cute they are on the wall, 
but I am too lazy to get my camera back out. 
I guess you’ll just have to come over and see it for yourself. 
Definitely do come over.
 It’s just too bad you weren’t here the first time Caroline 
discovered the photos on the my wall 
and bubbily exclaimed, 
“Look mom, it’s my Caroline.” 
Sometimes two year olds are too cute.
I am pretty sure God intended it to be that way,
so we don’t kill them when they go and sling dog poop
And LG, your love is better than ice-cream,
and chocolate molten cakes,
and Olive garden,
and Cafe Rio,
and rootbeer floats,
and chocolate covered strawberries
combined.

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Happy Mail
You’ve heard of snail mail,
E-mail,
junk mail,
and even birthday mail.
I want you to know about my new discovery.
Happy Mail.

Happy mail is what I send to

my hubby from time to time.
I like to help him get through his work day,
and remember what he is working for.
Can’t wait until our next getaway.
The alone time we had on the beach
in California last month
was totally completely awesome.