How's THAT for a Little Mystery

So I haven't been feeling well this week.

I know that's super hard to believe with all my frequent postings and chipper up-beat attitude, but sadly its true.

I am feeling at my limit. With my oldest going back to school (you'd think that'd help, but no), working, a church calling and a husband that's hardly ever home; I am feeling so drained.

Waaah me. I know we all have busy schedules and we all have stuff on our plates, I'm not saying I'm any different than anyone else (except my life is sooo much harder I'm sure...sarcasm people). I'm just letting you know why I've been sort of off lately. And that's the reason.

The whoooooooole reason...yeah.

Okay, there may be other stuff, but I'm not telling. Neener neener. I'll get to it eventually...maybe.

And the List Goes On...

I like lists.

Have you noticed? I often make lists. About just about everything. When I have a busy day, I make a list of everything (and the time) I need to do and just list it out. I make grocery lists. I make lists of "blaaaaahhh", I like lists.

Its about as organized as I get.

I mean really I like to organize, just not with my kids around. They sort of ruin any sort of progress I might make.

But the list thing, they can't take that from me! Nope. No matter how crazy they get, I can always sit down and write what I WISH was getting done. Its so fulfilling.

Now I just wish I could find some magic paper and pens that made everything I wrote come true! How's that for power? That would be awesome...I think I'm going to make a list about everything I wish about...

Creepy Crawlies

Have you ever felt like something was crawling on you, only to discover there IS something crawling on you? And then the rest of the day you walk around slapping at yourself and feeling itchy and people stare at you because you're constantly twitching and grabbing at unseen bugs, but you can't help it because what if the real bug laid eggs on you and they're hatching all day?!?

Yeah, I know. It sucks.

Blaaaahh the Second

I'm naming my next child that (upward arrow pointing toward the title). But don't hold me to it because I'm really not.

I think I have an infected eyelash shaft thingy.

Whats up with those Scentsy thingies and why are they so expensive? I mean come on, its a light bulb inside a jar, how expensive can it be?!

We got family pictures done last night by this lady, nothing like good ol' family pictures. Where you're secretly fighting with your spouse behind the photographers back, giving each other dirty looks and mouthing things like "you will die" and "I hate you". Its so great.

Did I mention we paid FOUR HUNDRED DOLLARS for my six year old's glasses?!?!?! Holy crap.


Scooby Doo is seriously annoying. "We can solve this mystery for you, lets go look for clues!" How about: its someone dressed up as a ghost trying to sneak money. How bout that, hmmmm? Do you never learn?!

My sister's going to have a baby Monday, I'm so excited for her!! New little nephew, here we come! Except we're not going down there to see them, so maybe someday soon.

I'll stop torturing you now.

Real posts coming soon.

I think...

Blaaaahh

My Oldest had an eye doctor appointment today. Guess how much her freaking glasses cost us? FOUR HUNDRED FREAKING DOLLARS!! I want to die right now.

School started yesterday. Too bad I work almost the whole time Oldest is gone, so I don't even get to enjoy one less child. Oh well. I can't believe summer's pretty much over, it seems like once school starts there goes the whole year. Atleast we had an awesome summer while it lasted!

I wish I could go school clothes shopping once a year.

I wish my house would stay clean for more than five seconds.

I've had a crazy busy week, and I'm tired. I need a really good night's sleep, and a totally lazy day tomorrow. And Sunday. And maybe Monday too.

I got fake nails while we were in Washington for my sister-in-law's wedding. I think they are like an instant pick me up, they make me feel girly and pretty and yeah.

I got an award from Chief, who I adore. She rocks--I seriously love her. :)

What I Learned On the Back of a Motorcycle...

~Motorcycle's can be scary.

~You sure have to trust whoever's driving the motorcycle.

~I trust my dad a lot.

~Once you get used to the feeling of it, motorcycles rock!

~Somehow its really peaceful on a motorcycle, go figure.

~You can still have a life-changing conversation with your dad while riding a motorcycle.

~I look dumb in a helmet.

~45 minutes only feels like 20, maybe.

~I could take a motorcycle ride every day (unless its cold, then I'll pass).

~My dad really understands me, more than I thought he did. And that feels awesome!

~You can cry in a motorcycle helmet and it only gets a little steamy.

~Its hard not to speed on a motorcycle.

~Brush your teeth before you put on a helmet, unless you like the smell of hot stinky breathe.

~I want a motorcycle of my very own!


I'm sure there's more, but for now I think that's a pretty good list. What have you learned somewhere you didn't think you would?

He's A Great Man, but Seriously...

Okay, I'm back from my activity. I'm dead tired, and sunburned, but I'm baaaaaaa-aaaack.

Guess what? I'm tired. Oh yeah, I already said that, well I'm still tired.

Do you ever wonder whats wrong with your husband? What a stupid question, of course you do. The other day my husband and I had the following conversation:

Husband: "If there was a natural disaster and you had to choose..." (starting to feel stupid, because I'm giving him the "I'm already irritated with this conversation look".)

Me: "Yeeeessss?"

Husband: "Like if you had to hang on a pole during a hurricane or a tornado which would you choose?" (Kind of rushes through the question)

Me: "Well...there's really not much difference between the two is there, one's more wind and one's more water...I don't know...neither..."

Husband: "Come on, which would you choose?"

Me: "Is this what you talk about at work all day?"

Husband: "Shut up."



I wonder about him, I really do.

Check Out Our Trip!

Okay guys, its time again. Time for me to go. On another church activity, so I'll be gone for three days.

But I won't leave you with nothing, instead I'll give you a couple pictures from our trip, and when I get back I'll start sharing some stories. Deal?! Well, accept or not, thats whats gonna happen! :)











Hmmmmm, and I think there was a wedding in there somewhere too...

Back to the Bubble

You know, I'm having a hard time adjusting back to Utah life. See, if you've ever lived outside Utah, you know that there's a bubble you cross over to get into Utah, where life isn't the same as everywhere else.

I'm not meaning it in a mean way, its just the way I see it.

When we first left Utah, I noticed how differently everybody dresses. It didn't matter if they were 10 or 70, they were wearing a tank top and short shorts. Or people were actually smoking! Or cursing! Or they had piercing and tattoos all over!! Shocking I know, people really live like that! *note the sarcasm* The billboards went from "Temple Square" to "Triple X!!!"

It slowly came back to me, that oh yeah, this is normal. This is how it is everywhere. People are people and you're not surrounded by Mormons. I don't know why its so shocking, I've lived in Utah for five years, outside of Utah for over twenty, it shouldn't be that shocking. But when you see the same thing every day and then suddenly you see the exact opposite, it startles.

Not that either way is better or worse. Its the way it is. I'm just having trouble adjusting back into the Utah life where people have no idea how bad life can be. Where you don't see homeless people on every block. Or crack addicts walking down the street. Where your next door neighbor is a child molester or selling drugs. When police sirens are like background music, and gangs are just a part of life. Where all that is common. And where you deal with it because that's just life, and life is still good.
(I'm also not saying that those things don't happen in Utah, but I honestly just don't think its the same. So shoot me. No don't, I have so much to give!)

And really its not any one's fault, they don't know what its like "on the outside" (doo do doo do), I just wish they could see the gospel outside the border. Where the chapel is half full but people sing the hymns as loud as they can, where you see the missionaries every Sunday and there's new baptisms constantly. Where you have eight women on your visiting teaching list and you really have to pull together because your neighbor's a transvestite (although they're very nice and have great taste in shoes).

The Gospel is true wherever you go, I know that. Just sometimes I really want to pop that bubble. :)

I'm BAAAaacck!

Oh man, I only have a quick minute to get on here before I crash for the night!

First off, I MISSED YOU ALL SOOOO MUCH!!

Secondly, sorry I haven't been able to comment, I feel like a schmuck, but I'll try and make up for it, promise!

Thirdly, I'm exhausted, but I promise there will be many a post coming soon!

Lastly, I know you're dying to know about our trip, it was great, fun, much too fast, and sometimes frustrating, but we loved it so much and are sad to be back home (except for the part where my Victoria's Secret clothes came in the mail, that part I was happy to be home for).

Alright then, see you tomorrow!

Never Wear Silk Underwear...Unless You Like Them A LOT

So I've been vacationing and the last few posts I'd scheduled to go out before I left. This is one of those posts. I could be having a fantastic vacation or I could be having a horrible vacation right this minute...this feels so futuristic...

But instead of the future, I'm blogging about the past today.

When I was younger, like 9-ish, I loved silky underwears. They were bright colors, like turquoise and pink, and man were they silky!

I rode the bus to school. Stupid bus.

One day I was wearing my silky underoos and on top of those I was wearing these stretch pants that had a little skirt attached to them. It was ugly.

It was my turn to get off the bus, but when I stood up the little skirt got stuck underneath me and I flashed my silky drawers to a cute boy next to me.


He laughed really loud and started yelling "I saw Melinda's underwear!! hahahahaha!"

Our bus driver was pretty butch. In fact, if you didn't know better you would've thought she was a man. Her name was even "Terry" like that cleared things up.

Anyway, she yelled at the kid and I felt better.

The end.

People Watcher

Have you ever noticed that people are weird? YES?! Well, you're obviously quicker on the uptake than I am, but it just hits me over and over again how weird people are. And not in a quirky, you're so weird, kind of way. More like, you're seriously nutso kind of way.

Have you ever noticed that when people point out what kind of person they are, they're usually the complete opposite? Like, if someone says they're really thick skinned, then five minutes later they're all upset over something dumb? Or how about someone that says they never get offended, but that very same day they're offended! I think I'll stick with never saying I'm a certain way.

How about people that say they hate something, but they're usually just like that? The person that says, "I hate people that are so insensitive!" most likely is pretty insensitive themselves. Or someone that hates gossipers is usually a gossip. The irony, oh the irony.

I'm so glad I'm perfect, makes life so much easier...

Pearly Whites

Remember forever ago when I posted about whitening my teeth? Well, I honestly only tried it that one time and then I gave up because I'm weak.

But I'm totally redeeming myself because I've done it five times in a row now!! And ya know what? I can see my teeth getting whiter!! WOOT! And ya know what else?! Its not that bad anymore! I learned how to not swallow or move my tongue or do anything so I don't have to taste the nasty whitening taste! Its perfecto!

I think the part my kids like the most is that I can't talk for an hour everyday. I basically just motion at them and mmmmmm really angrily. They laugh their heads off. And my son just follows me around mimicking my mumbling.

The only bad thing was that one time when I had to sneeze. That was painful.