A day in church; AKA a long blog

OK, I will try to cut this in sections as a long blog is also known as a boring blog to read.

I was sitting sacrament meeting (church services) and someone mentioned that we need to record the moments of our lives because in 1 or 2 generations your stories, and triumphs and trials that would help others are lost.

I know I have a life oh so ordinary, but I do think that I should record our family's happenings and insights. But that talk really got me to thinking about when I have blogged last and what I record.

Therefore, HAPPY TO BE TYPING!! I have had that class hanging over my head like the pit and the pendulum, getting closer and closer to chopping me in half. ( it wasn't really that bad, I exaggerate for effect)

This weekend we received rain in town, but not much at our house. I guess that says something about our lack of spirituality and paying of tithing. And I thought I was doing better at that

We went roping- like what else would we do? We are a roping family. It rained and rained; I cleaned and cleaned mud and water from the trailer, yet grateful that we have a trailer to be in, however small that it is for our family now.

We decided to take the kids fishing and to eat in the mountains after church. I got the food ready, the baby ready, and packed all the junk that comes with a baby- I think to the dismay of Scott. We drove up to our family reunion camp site to eat.

First a hint of rain, then smatterings of drops, then bigger drops. So what we thought, we can cook burgers anywhere- rain makes them taste better. As we tried to get the mini grill going, the kids see-sawed on their homemade seesaw, happy that no one had cut it for firewood yet.

The grill was sputtering and not firing. Uhg. Could we eat kibby style burgers (raw)? Could we make a fire and use the grill thing to cook over a fire?
You bet,
I have a true outdoors man on my hands.
Soon we were all gathering twigs and such for the fire and after a lot of blowing and then the bright idea to squirt of diesel fuel additive, Wooosh, We had FIRE. The burgers were great as they always are in the mountains.

Scott and the kids had a balancing contest on a fallen tree. They would run down the tree and see who could make it the farthest. As they were more adept at balancing, they would add levels of difficulty. I think it was a confidence builder for Kennedy, who struggles with that so much. It was so good to see him play with our kids. I hope that day was a memory they have for a long time instead of the spankings they tend to get.

After I cleaned up, Scott discovered that he forgot the tackle box. We decided to just drive. I love a good drive and to keep the kids from getting killed we thought up a game for them. We would think of what thing they had to spy and the first one got a point. The one to 10 would win. Besides the variety of cars, trucks and camptrailers that were on the list, we saw quite a few cow elk, but no big horned sheep. That on was worth 10 points alone in our game.

Lurking

Two days after we had the bat incident, I had stopped waiving my hat into the next room before I entered it ( I know how this works; I have seen old Westerns and cowboys who did this)...





My life was back to what ever we call normal.








"Hey, Ginee`, come look at all the flies in the bathroom!", yells Mr. S from the back of the house. He knows I like to kill flies ( instead of people, I guess). As it had gotten warmer that first week, Millions of flies appeared in the bathroom. I killed them every Chance I got.





I went down there, surprised that he let me use the swatter. He says I wreck it by squeezing the handle to hard when I hit.



As I went into Kennedy's bedroom, Scott generously told me he would hold the baby. I agreed, with no suspicion or guile.

After all these years, I still trust him implicitly.

A strong hand pushed me into the bathroom. Black fluttered around my head, I ducked, screamed, pinched his leg and swore.

I scrambled out of there as fast as I could, leaving 3 people laughing at my screams. "Hah, mom's afraid of a bat!", sweaked on kid - "yea, a bat..." echoed the small one.

Yea, a bat, ha,,, haha.

Just wait until ....



Nothing,

I won't really do anything to them.

My list of things to do before Iget to blog

Classes
babies
Prom
Prom clean up
essays
projects
working out
making finals
cleaning house
end of school clean up
cleaning my yard.

Yea, I have to get these other things off my plate. I have been blogging as I think and those stories and ideas need a home. They won't be homeless for long.