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.

One More Down!

So I got another project done! Aren't you proud of me?! And I've learned my lesson, because there's no way I would just post this without evidence, so here it is:





oops this ones sideways, oh well.

So there you go, headbands for my sister-in-law's wedding (her colors are: periwinkle and chocolate brown). Cute yes?

Washingtopia

I'm tired. *yaaaaaaaaaaaawwwn!*

Seriously, I think I'm dying of sleep deprivation. My son is teething, therefore instead of sleeping he cries every night at 2:30 until 3:30. Its lovely.

I'm so tired right now that I bribed my six year old into trying to change the boy's diaper, they're wrestling with each other right this second.

Guess what though? We're going on vacation! My husband's sister is getting married next weekend, so we're heading home to Washington, to my heart's desire, to the most beautiful place on earth, to...freaking 102 degree weather!!

(side story: my kids are screaming at each other, so I told them all to stop YEEEEEEEELLLLLLLLIIIIIINNNNNNGGGG!! And held that for as long as I possibly could. They thought it was hilarious, but now I'm slightly lightheaded.)

Its sort of hard to concentrate at work getting ready to vacation, as I have visions of this dancing through my head:






Yaaaay! I'm so excited; I just may never want to come home!!

Life's Questions

I'm a very inquisitive sort. There are so many questions that go through my head all the time, some of them I'm sure I could figure out, but some of them boggle the mind. Here's some of the questions I think about:

Why are there never any lids to the sippy cups?

What is up with daylight savings?

Why can I have seven pacifiers but when the baby cries, I can't find a single one?!

Why does my husband load up the dishwasher but then never starts it?

Why aren't all the boogers in your nose the same, sometimes they're hard, sometimes there's a lot, why?!

Why is there a cricket in my bathroom?

Why am I so impatient?

Do they make cartoons for kids or adults, because there's some content that I know kids don't get?

Why is blogging so fun? And then sometimes its not?

Why do I love clothes and shoes so much?

Ewww, what did I just step in?

Why won't my kids let me sleep past 8:00 am?

How come the stuff you liked as a kid isn't that great anymore? (especially bologna? patooey!)

How does it make any sense to base your self worth on what other people think, when they're questioning their own self worth?

What is my obsession with having twins?

Why do we care so much what other people think of us, and will sacrifice most anything to impress them?

Why can't we learn if we don't have the money for it, we just shouldn't buy it?

Why do we think only about whats happening right now, instead of the big picture?

Why are men such babies when it comes to pain? But they think they're so tough about everything?

How can your friends straight up lie to your face over something stupid?

Why is it when I'm reading a story about a hero and how they acted so brave, I think "I could be like that!" but then when I'm faced with something instead of being brave, I panic? (In other words, why can't I be the person in my head?)

Why isn't life easier the older you get, instead of harder?

Why in the world were mosquito's ever made?

Why is it so hard to forgive people?

What makes you keep reading this?



Oh, I could go on and on...