Every Single Chapel is being used, filled to capacity, by displaced citizens of the area.
photos courtesy of Dennis Yancy, via Jenny Rider
LIVING LIFE AND LOVING IT ALL...
I bought this book on a lark because I thought it would be fun to read, and to laugh along with the author at her failings, because most likely they'd be mine, too. I'd be laughing with her, not at her . . . I was pretty surprised when a couple years later I picked up the book and started reading it
(I told you I was a slacker, right? I wasn't kidding)
Apparently, I didn't read the back of the book jacket very clearly, because it explains perfectly well the point of view of the author.
There's another person out there that disciplines their children like I do?
She really tells it like it is: to heck with all the self-help books, educational toys, and parenting classes.
And to heck with the guilt that goes along with not going along with all of that...
(I am talking about everyday, normal problems here. If you have a real problem, a crisis, of course get help! But that's not what I am talking about . . . )This book is all about listening to your instincts.
They are usually spot-on. I like that advice.
Takes the guilt out of child-rearing.
At least that's what it does for me!
So, to win this little book, all you have to do is leave a comment.About what, might you wonder? Well, I'll tell you:
If someone gave you $100,000 tax-free dollars, what would you do with it all?
What does that have to do with the book, you ask?
But I bet your story isn't as crazy as mine. . .Suddenly, a guy ran over and banged on the passenger side window, and another dude in an old blue pickup pulling into Good Guy's lane next to me started honking and pointing.
I realized - The Nozzle Is Still In My Tank! and I hit the brakes.
Luckily, the hose was just long enough that no damage was done, just a slight gasoline spill.
No Exxon Valdez here.
As I was out of the car and checking for damage, the dude who'd tapped on my window came over to check me out. He was scruffy, in a work coat and beanie cap, but he stood there looking at me like I was on drugs or something. I guess I can't blame him for that, can I? So I gave a quick explanation of what'd happened and he wandered off...
Meanwhile, my boys were in the car, still being wild and crazy (which I am sure had contributed at least a little bit to my distraction).
So I opened the door and stuck my head in and calmly (but NOT quietly) proceeded to chew them out, saying that they needed to get back in their seat belts and be quiet and quit jumping all over the place. I shut the door, and went to check on the progress of my tank being filled. (Dang, these 26 gal tanks take forever to fill up!)
Then I noticed the Dude in the Old Blue Pickup watching all this happen will almost a grin on his face, so what else could I do? I laughed and said "do you have kids, too?" and he said "yes" and so I said that then he must know how it is. . . and I thanked him for saving me and my car and the whole entire gas station from blowing up (not exactly in those words, but ya know what I mean).
It was one of those situations where I felt like I had to explain what had happened, so that he'd know I wasn't drunk or on crack. . .
Just a crazy mommy having a really crazy day!
Do you think that the independent-thinking voters in the bluest of blue states sending a member of the GOP to Washington will send a loud enough message?
As in:
(to sum it all up in a quick phrase)
"QUIT SPENDING SO DANG MUCH MONEY!"
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And, last but certainly not least,
I have to tell you that I am so looking forward to Feb 9th, at 5:56 pm.
Ya wanna know where I'll be?
At the airport.
Ya wanna know why?
My son is coming home from his mission!
Woo Hoo!
I am so looking forward to having him home again - at least, until he goes off to school!
After waiting a few minutes I walked to the door and knocked...
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years.
But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one.
We lost some dear friends to age, accident, and disease.
We had tragedies in families from our ward.
But through it all, I know that we will see our loved ones again. And our ward family will pull together and help those in need.
But today I want to purge out the annoying and bothersome things that happened in 2009.
I also want to count my blessings. So for every rotten thing that happened, I WILL find the silver lining in it all. And part of the blessings, the main part, I've noticed lately, is the lessons that we learn in the process.
Early in the morning, on the first day of school, I was running and pulled a muscle on the backside of my groin area.
Yeah. Ouch.
(did you notice that I didn't post any pictures about that!!!?)
I had Mark go and get some crutches for me.
I knew that I needed to just go easy on it so that it would heal quicker.
And a couple of weeks later, just as I was thinking I could go out and run again, my naked big toe had an encounter with the razor-sharp edge of a step-stone just outside our back door. Didn't do any real damage, just sliced through the thick skin on the end, but it did stop me from trying to run.
And a few weeks after that, I kicked the bench at the kitchen table, my littlest toe taking all the impact. Again, just an annoying injury, but enough to keep me from my workouts.
In the meantime, I was reversing all the physical progress I had made over the previous six months or so. By the end of September, I had gained back 8 pounds. I started working out again, doing Tae Bo barefoot in my basement, because the pressure of my athletic shoe hurt my baby toe. So the weight gain slowed. I "only" gained 2 more over Halloween, and another 2 over Thanksgiving/Christmas/New Years.
What was I blessed to learn through this experience?
What are the chances of that?
all to a tune of $389 to get fixed . We thought - it's not worth it to get it fixed - until we went out and priced a new dishwasher. The space that it's located in our cabinets requires that it be a zero-clearance, meaning the controls are all in the inside top of the door, not on the front. Those babies START at $600 for a cheap-o. Rats.
Lesson learned? To always check the insides of the dryer when dryer times get longer and longer! (And we were blessed that the house didn't burn down!)
And then, A few nights before Christmas, not a creature was stirring, except for the toilet.
We were all dead asleep, when the smoke alarms all started going off in our house.
What does this have to do with the toilet, you ask?


(thanks, John Tate and Smart Girl Politics, for posting this on your blog!)