If I didn't have to work...

If I didn't have to work I would...

...clean my house. You know, work.

But if my house was already clean I would most likely....

....read more books. Way better watching T.V.

But I also might...

...watch a little T.V.

I might consider...

...starting up a recipe group again. I did that before and it was a lot of fun. Fun place to try recipes that your family most likely will think are "gross!"

Then I might tackle...

...painting the ceilings and walls in my house. I've been wanting to do that for a while. Then I think I would....

...get me some friends and go to all the chick flicks my husband falls asleep in. Because it's so much better to swoon with friends.

In all honesty, one of the first things on my list to do, at least for the first week would be...

...Nap. Not long ones. But if I was feeling tired from a late night, or I was sick...I could nap.

I should say that I would...

...volunteer at my kids school more. I should.

I might take a stab at...

...organizing myself. I am about 16 years overdue.

You know, I might even try my hand at....

...shopping (which I now hate doing). But then I would just have to get a job to pay for that, so forget it!

30 more years and then I can justify doing all these things on a daily basis. Until then....

...I gotta go to work, work, work, work.

Hot stuff

I love candy.

I love cinnamon.

And when the two come together... angels sing.









The beauty of cinnamon candy, besides that it is SO good, is that most children can't handle the heat.

Translation....I get the whole bag to myself.

And that is the real reason cinnamon candy has quickly become my go-to candy.

Now...if I can just convince my kids that chocolate is disgusting.....

If it wasn't for the CHEESE

I once liked this guy....

He would look for me after class.

He would ask me to dinner.

He invited me to watch basketball game at his house. Who cares that I don't really like basketball. At all. Least favorite sport to watch....okay, not totally true. Wrestling is number one. Basketball is a close second.

Then I invited him to dinner at my house. My sister and I made enchiladas. They were so good! Way better than basketball. He took one bite and proceeded to rave about how great it was. He took another bite, this time leaving a dangling string of cheese on his chin. My sister busted out laughing so much that she had to leave.

I noticed her, then the cheesy chin and then tried, unsuccessfully, to suck in my cheeks and not laugh. I would have said something to him immediately, but my sister had made it extremely awkward to do so. I eventually told him that he had a dangler.

He got real quiet after that.

He didn't call me after that. He didn't look for me in the halls. He didn't invite me to his place.

I guess not everyone likes enchiladas.



Linking up with Jen's ABC Thursday and MamaKat's Writer's Workshop.

X-cuse me for sleeping

In wanting to participate in Mama Kat's writer's workshop, I made the mistake of asking Hubs what were some of the things I did that made him crazy.

I could only think of two possible things that bugged him. I am that good of a wife. Cough...cough...ahem.

He made me a list. A list. Meaning more than one.  Brutal honesty, I tell ya.

Two of the things I expected.

First, I tend to leave a trail of messiness when I cook. He likes it better if I clean-as-I-go. But I don't do that. I know this drives him crazy, but I think he should just enjoy the treat and to heck with the mess.

I know it drives him crazy when I invite family to come stay with us without telling him. In my defense, I don't always invite them. They just come. That's what families do. Or at least that is what my family does. Also in my defense, I really honestly do forget these things. I would tell him if I remembered.

I knew these bugged him.

But it was the thing that was on the top of the list that made my eyes pop out and my jaw hit the floor.

"It makes me crazy when you lie on the bed doing nothing."

Huh? When do I ever lie on the bed doing nothing? Oh that's right. I think most people call that sleeping. Something that I do far too little of. I seriously couldn't believe he said that. I am not a Hubs basher, and Hubs is usually really great. And he has never voluntarily shared this annoyance with me.

But really?

I am a mother of 5 young children. That in itself is a full time job. Add to that that I work from 5pm-midnight 5 nights a week. I come home, change and settle into bed by 1am. On a good night I get 6 hours of sleep. However, with 5 children there aren't many good nights.  Most nights I get 5 hours of totally interrupted sleep.

Hubs, on a really bad night gets 6 hours. Most nights he gets 8+.

I'm totally not complaining. If I tell him I need a nap, he is always obliging. I get a nap probably 2 days a week. All this time I thought he was being so nice. Come to find out it makes him crazy.

Me sleeping makes him crazy?

I should never have asked. Ignorance is bliss.

Xcuse me while I go lie on the bed and do nothing.

Also joining Jen's X week of ABC Thursdays.

Whirlwind

A lot can happen in two weeks.

Wet dish towels can begin to stink and grow things. Don't ask how I know this...I just do.
A person can gain a few (5) pounds. Again, don't ask.
A government can be overthrown. Egypt.
A couple can meet, date and become engaged.

Yes. That can happen. It happened to me and Hubs.

Let me start by saying, Hubs and I first met while we were both missionaries for our church. We served in the same area and were both serving among the Deaf so we got to know each other. On a totally platonic level. We served together for 4 months. So technically I knew him before our second meeting.

I had learned a lot about him on the mission.

He was a hard worker. One of the best missionaries I had met. He was strong in his faith, meaning he truly believed what he taught and lived what he believed. . He was always so positive and fun. Just an all around great guy. We were friends.

Hubs went home to his family. Two months later I went home and headed off to BYU. About five months later, he arrived in Provo searching for a wife.

He found me.

He showed up at my apartment on Mother's Day. I hadn't seen him for 6 months so it was nice to chat for a bit and see how he was doing. I would be lying if I told you I didn't get butterflies. On the mission I didn't really pay attention to how cute he was. But on this day, you can bet I was looking.

We got together the next day to hike "Y" mountain. It was a lot of fun. He says on that day he knew he was going to marry me. Me, not so much. But we hung out almost every day after that.

I didn't really know that he liked me. He was a new deafie in the area. He knew me. I knew him. I could sign. I just figured I was his hangout. I liked him, no doubt, but I didn't know if he felt the same. Then one night he told me of his intentions. I liked those intentions.

Two weeks later we were engaged. Two months later we were married. 12 1/2 years later we are still together and loving it!

Some people call it a whirlwind. Some call it a love story. I call it us.

A lot can happen in two weeks.


Linking up with Jen Matlock and Mama Kat! Check 'em out.