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Threes

And this random picture has nothing to do with the post, but I don’t believe in posting without a picture and I don’t want to write a post for this picture. And, I have no idea what picture to use in correlation of this post.

This is the Smoky Mountains…taken a few weeks back while we went to see sychronized fireflies. Haven’t had time for the post.
The interesting thing about this picture is that it really is sooooo foggy in the Smoky Mountains. I had to wipe my lens before every shot. It was all fogged up.

Three is a lucky number for me.
3 brothers.
3 sisters.
3 kissed girls before my hubby found me.
3 months of dating via e-mail before I got married.
3 daughters.
3 hours of sleep every night for 3 years of my life.
3 years of law school.
3 months of bar study (lucky we only did this twice)
3 pills I take every night to stay sane.
3 dollars in my wallet right now.

yeah, you get the picture.
This is the way I choose to lead into my tag which I am sure none of you care to read.
But, I must cooperate or I may let down my lucky number.

How to play the game. Post these rules on your blog: List 3 Joys, 3 Fears, 3 Goals, 3 Current Obsessions/Collections, and 3 Random surprises about yourself. Tag five people at the end of your post by leaving their names. I will not tag…I don’t believe in tagging.

3 JOYS
1-family
2-enjoying nature
3-learning

3 FEARS
1-mice
2-abandonment
3-dying

3 GOALS (Sorry, left this out the first publish)
1-live happily ever after
2-write and publish something, anything
3-go on a honeymoon someday

3 CURRENT OBSESSIONS/COLLECTIONS
1-thinking about blogging (waiting for some time to actually do it right)
2-thinking about completed home repairs (waiting for the time and money)
3-thinking about the future when I will have more time to myself (while trying to stay sane babysitting all summer)

3 SURPRISES ABOUT ME
1-I google my exboyfriends from time to time, but never find any info on them. (I must say that I love my hubby A LOT and that I really am just a curious person)
2-I google myself all of the time and wonder if my exboyfriends ever google me and find my blog (try it Alice Wills….I come up on page one…yeah, that’s right…I’ve succeeded in life. None of my ex boyfriends have anything on their google search and I now have a different name yet still come up on page one by my maiden name!!)
3-I google the google searches that have come to my blog, just to make sure that I still come up! (Am I weird or what?)

Be proud

Do you hate going out in public in your swimsuit?

Here is the only picture I could find on my hard drive of me in a swimsuit. Conveniently, most of my body is still covered.

I know that I look downright awful in a swimsuit, but I get in one anyway. Why? Because I love to swim and I love to have fun with my kids!

My mother would NEVER swim with us. I am not sure of the reasons.

Maybe she was too cheap to buy a swimsuit?

Or maybe she didn’t dare wear one from the DAV, where she bought ALL of her clothes? (Disabled Veterans Army or something was the name of my mom’s favorite thrift store in Oceanside, CA – I spent literal days there while growing up – I can still smell the place)

Or maybe mom used to swim but, she gave up trying to have fun at the beach after the 4th child, which just so happened to be me?

I really should ask her. I think she may be a little afraid of the water. I cannot recall her EVER getting in the water with us at a pool or a beach.

I do recall many water fights. I mean the woman knew how to have fun, but she just had to have her clothes on.

Well, if you are one of THOSE moms, I implore you to just get in the pool. Your kids don’t care. And, really nobody else does either. Let go of the gawking teenagers.

If you need a little extra motivation, read this. (you’re welcome to Mindi for the link love) If you haven’t read the link yet, go on, Mindi will make you laugh and give you some much needed confidence.

And if Mindi’s story doesn’t work, maybe mine will.

The other day while at the fountains with the kids, I took off my pants to go out in the water with Brayden, my niece Lily started to stare at me. She kept staring for about 15 minutes. I was starting to get a little uncomfortable, but kept reminding myself that she in only five.

I was relieved when Lily finally busted out with. “Emo, (this is what she calls me, it means Aunt in Korean) you have very strong legs. They are stronger than mine.” Her bust out made me bust out. Yeah, they are strong alright. They’ve got to be so they can provide a place for all that cellulite. Well, it was nice to have that over with. Once she said her peace, she ran off to play and I could finally get out from under a child’s scrutiny.

But, hey, I now know that my legs are strong, whereas before I just always thought that they were the place my body prefers to store my fat.

Father’s Day

I just read Katie’s post, and was thinking that I never got around to my Father’s Day post.

LG got a new video game. He is very happy.
He loves playing video games with his kids, as you can see.


Why didn’t I post about him like I sat down to do on Saturday night?

Well I was so tired from busily trying to be a good wife. We went and helped move furniture for LeGrand’s dad on Friday night. It was his father’s day gift to surprise him with a new office. (I am going to have to store that really good maneuver by LG’s mom for future reference.)

Then we got home and worked in the yard. I remembered that we had better do something for the dad’s at church. We had to go to Sam’s and buy candy bars, and then I had to go and play the piano for the Varnon’s so they could practice their father’s day song. I got home and got things ready for LG’s dinner of choice (taco salad, yuck!) Got everything ready for Sunday. Sat down to try and blog out my Father’s Day message while the iron was getting hot. LG was already asleep and I remembered that it would be a shame for him to have to iron his own shirt of Father’s Day.

The first post that I read, was this. Thanks for the reminder Cally. I had told myself on Monday that I would not go to church one more time without dying my hair. It needed to be done approximately two months ago.

So, LG, you know I love you. You know that all your girls adore you. I was and still am too tired to post a nice thing about you like Katie did. But, I hope you enjoyed your ironed shirt, sac mtg. musical number, taco salad, and candy bar. (I know I really do owe you a Snickers that wasn’t on sale for the tint of coconut that you hate)

And, I am so glad that you are enjoying your video game for family home evening. Sophia is going to be the best video playin fool of a girl that was ever raised by her son less father.

Life just got better
and so did my ride.
Do you remember my bumper sticker post?
Well, Sheila did.
Check out the two newest additions to my minivan.
“Mom’s taxi”
and my favorite:
“Warning! Blogger known to photograph while driving.”
I just love when people find words of perfection, especially in magnet material.
These most definitely belong on the back of my minivan.

THANK YOU SHEILA. I will love you forever.

Fulfilling my duty
Everyone is pestering me. EVERYONE…not just you blogging stalkers!
Here is a post, just to calm you people down and to fulfill my duty to the blogging world.
If I were to let my hair down right now, it might look like this beautiful, yet crazy. flower.
It would most definitely be standing on end.

I am overwhelmed. I have been very busy. I am tired.

I often try to find comfort from nature. At times, I just need an escape from my frazzled mind.

This photo pretty much sums up how much “calming comfort” I have been finding lately.

Did I mention that I am tired?

So, there you have it.

I expect at least twenty more blurker comments before I will force myself to post again.

[ And they don’t all have to be from you Sheila 🙂 ]

Of course, I am hoping for the morning to be lucky for me.

I am going to bed before 10 pm for the first time in three weeks.

Fancy Nancy
A while back, the girls had a walkathon at school.

Because their grammy was generous,

they each got to buy a book for their school library.

They put Grammy’s name inside of the books.

They brought the books home for us to see.

Here is the book that Sophia picked out.


We instantly fell in love with it, and I’ve been meaning to blog about it.

I hadn’t gotten around to it,

so you can imagine my delight with Mia’s last post.

Now all I have to do is link.

Abigail has been trying to recreate her own version of Fancy Nancy.

Isn’t she so fancy?

The Golden Girls…

….we look as unlike a famous Rock Band since The Chipmunks.
But hey, if they can do it, so can we.
We absolutely cannot resist the chance to play a little Rock Band when we see it set up at Sams.
It does not matter how much shopping we have on our list or how close it is to bedtime.
We just know that those Sam’s Club employees set that equipment up for us.
We would not want to disappoint.

If only we could afford to bring one home.

But, of course, if we bought the game Rock Band,

we would then have to add a Nintendo 360,
and then we would need the big screen TV,

and then after we got it set up,

but before we could play,
we we would have to go back down to Sams
and get some onlookers to come home with us.
You just can’t be a Rock Band without some groupies.
(this is starting to sound like the book: If You Give A Mouse A Cookie)

And, everyone would come from far far away to see the Gold’s play.
They would not be able to resist our talent or our charm.

And, I don’t care if the game thinks that we are failures.
We all know that these electronic games come with programming glitches.