Monday, November 14, 2011
Saturday, November 5, 2011
Friday, November 4, 2011
I've been writing and rewriting and deleting this post now for the past two weeks. I keep coming back to it, which means I really need to say it. right? RIGHT?
Since when did church become like high school? Has it always been this way, but I've been too obtuse to notice it?
It's a huge shock to me. I mean, aren't we supposed to love and support each other, not compete with each other in a popularity contest?
Seriously, who cares how I dress and if it's in style. Aren't I funny and nice and caring? Doesn't that count for ANYTHING? Even if I were cross-eyed and had huge buck teeth, I'd like to think that I would have tons of friends.
Unfortunately the truth is that I go to church and feel like a piece of crap. I try not to pay attention to the situation, since I am not going to church just for social reasons, but I can't ignore it any longer. It really hurts.
Here's what it all boils down to: If you aren't outgoing, a snappy dresser and/or do not live in a nice house, do not expect to make any friends in your ward.
I've been shot back to earth.
Since when did church become like high school? Has it always been this way, but I've been too obtuse to notice it?
It's a huge shock to me. I mean, aren't we supposed to love and support each other, not compete with each other in a popularity contest?
Seriously, who cares how I dress and if it's in style. Aren't I funny and nice and caring? Doesn't that count for ANYTHING? Even if I were cross-eyed and had huge buck teeth, I'd like to think that I would have tons of friends.
Unfortunately the truth is that I go to church and feel like a piece of crap. I try not to pay attention to the situation, since I am not going to church just for social reasons, but I can't ignore it any longer. It really hurts.
Here's what it all boils down to: If you aren't outgoing, a snappy dresser and/or do not live in a nice house, do not expect to make any friends in your ward.
I've been shot back to earth.
Thursday, October 13, 2011
The New Adventures of Lawnmower Man!
I know you have all been dying for an update on Lawnmower Man this summer, but the truth is, there hasn't really been anything to tell.
Every week Logan has been very aware on Wednesday night that Lawnmower Man will be coming the next day, and even if it is 10 o'clock at night, he will ask to go outside and pick up all the toys so Frank won't have to in the morning when he comes (Remember Lawnmower Man's name is really Frank). That was a super long sentence...
We baked Frank some cookies a few weeks ago and left them on the sidewalk for him with a note, but then we had to leave before he picked them up. As we were getting in the car, here he came around the corner with his weedwacker in hand. He entered our yard through the gate, and the kids jumped out of the car and ran to the gate to watch him pick up the cookies. Of course he was grinning ear to ear and telling the kids "thank-you" over and over.
The next week he returned the container to us with three FULL-SIZED candy bars. Oh how excited my kids were!
Now for a back story. My neighbor hates Lawnmower Man. HATES him. You should hear the nasty, hateful words that come out of her mouth about him. And she will do anything to get him in trouble. She calls up our landlady all the time to complain about him to her. I always tell her that I have never seen that side of him and that he seems so nice and sweet.
Today we got a knock at our door, and there was Lawnmower Man and his wife (Crystal) who sometimes comes and helps. They wanted to invite us out to their HOUSE to pick pumpkins from their pumpkin patch!!!
I think we just found our surrogate Grandpa and Grandma!
Every week Logan has been very aware on Wednesday night that Lawnmower Man will be coming the next day, and even if it is 10 o'clock at night, he will ask to go outside and pick up all the toys so Frank won't have to in the morning when he comes (Remember Lawnmower Man's name is really Frank). That was a super long sentence...
We baked Frank some cookies a few weeks ago and left them on the sidewalk for him with a note, but then we had to leave before he picked them up. As we were getting in the car, here he came around the corner with his weedwacker in hand. He entered our yard through the gate, and the kids jumped out of the car and ran to the gate to watch him pick up the cookies. Of course he was grinning ear to ear and telling the kids "thank-you" over and over.
The next week he returned the container to us with three FULL-SIZED candy bars. Oh how excited my kids were!
Now for a back story. My neighbor hates Lawnmower Man. HATES him. You should hear the nasty, hateful words that come out of her mouth about him. And she will do anything to get him in trouble. She calls up our landlady all the time to complain about him to her. I always tell her that I have never seen that side of him and that he seems so nice and sweet.
Today we got a knock at our door, and there was Lawnmower Man and his wife (Crystal) who sometimes comes and helps. They wanted to invite us out to their HOUSE to pick pumpkins from their pumpkin patch!!!
I think we just found our surrogate Grandpa and Grandma!
Tuesday, October 11, 2011
Well That Was A Mistake....
Try saying the title of this post with a little attitude. Go ahead. Say it OUT LOUD. Now with a little more sass.
HAHAHA! Ah, I woke up this morning saying that to myself as I deleted my latest posting. Gross. It grossed me out. I am SO sorry to whoever actually read that story. Ick. We do not need to read about vomit. Ever. End of story.
Good News!
HAHAHA! Ah, I woke up this morning saying that to myself as I deleted my latest posting. Gross. It grossed me out. I am SO sorry to whoever actually read that story. Ick. We do not need to read about vomit. Ever. End of story.
Good News!
I found Phoebe's birthday photos!
Bad News!
They are all blurry! Every. Single. One.
Bad News!
They are all blurry! Every. Single. One.
But that's how we roll around here. So without further ado, I give you
Phoebe's 2nd Birthday!
Now just so you know, we like to open our presents every year in the same fashion we came into this world... OUR BIRTHDAY SUITS! Except we wear underwear.
Sheesh! I'm kidding! Who do you think we are? Phoebe likes to roam the house, yard and neighborhood in nothing but her skivvies. She is very comfortable in her own skin. I don't have the energy lately to stop her. Or is it that I don't have the energy to get her dressed. Hmmm. So... yeah.
Please don't judge us by our messy house. I am in the middle of working on a photo booth set for a wedding and it was taking over everything in the house at the time.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY PHOEBE!!!!!
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