I don't want a story, I just want the truth....

We have various new visitors to our home. They are "Not Me", "He/She Did It" and the ever faithful "Shoulder Shrug." We also have the ever self-sacrificing "I Guess, Maybe I Did It" (even though my tone and body language suggests that perhaps I didn't, but I'm saying I did to get you to stop asking us, mom.) There are a lot of things I love about my kids getting older: they can dress themselves, find food if they need to and entertain themselves and/or each other. This new phenomenon is not as welcomed. My usual response: I don't want a story, I just want the truth. Otherwise we all point fingers at each other, calling each other a liar. And then we've completely missed the point and the original reason we were having the discussion in the first place. Love my kids... there are just some days I should just stay in bed. :)

Smiling in Troubled Times

It's been an interesting weekend. And not necessarily the kind of interesting that I would like to remember. A little bit of good mixed in with a lot of not-good. I don't know how else to describe it. I was commenting to a friend the extent of my weekend and she replied "And here you are, smiling inspite of it all." And it struck me. It was actually true. There was a lot about the weekend that really didn't invoke smiling out of me. But here I was, smiling at church and genuinely happy to be there. Some days I think that I'm still a kid, learning and growing and trying to figure out how to be an adult. And then there are days like today, when I realize that I am one step closer. (Baby step, really.) And there it is. Plain and simple. I have a lot in life to be grateful for: a family that loves me and tolerates my cooking and cleaning, a husband that lets me do almost whatever I want whenever I want (with a little bit of reminder that I do have to come home eventually), friends that either "get me" or atleast put up with me, the gospel in its truths with members striving for the same thing, a calling that may actually turn out to be really good for me (aren't they all?) and loads of other things. It's amazing those moments that we choose to look at for the lesson in the positive or negative. And, I'm trying a little harder to find the positive.

For when you're feeling sad...

... you are welcome to call me. But, if you think it's too late at night or you're just too much of a wreck, please feel free to check these "wrecks" out.
http://cakewrecks.blogspot.com/
I laughed, cried and then took a deep breath, cause I couldn't breathe very well. The blogger's comments with some of the "wrecks" are just as funny as the items displayed. Now, you are wondering what I am talking about. Go. See the hilarity at it's finest.

Go.

The Myth of the Perfect Pair of Jeans

I have heard tale of the "perfect pair of jeans." They say that there is a pair out there for everyone. I've been told depending on how much you are willing to take out of your wallet also depends on your ability to acquire them. I have never experienced this phenomenon. And frankly, I would love to. My problem is that I'm not really built like a "woman." No hips, no backside. But, I still want to find that perfect pair of jeans. Anyone know of a pair of jeans that not only fit in the waist, but in the length as well? Especially for those not of the curvy nature? A magical pair of jeans that won't break the bank or make my husband start to twitch? Even if they do cost a little bit more then say, $20? I long for that day. And when I too, find the perfect pair of jeans for me, I think I'll break the bank buying so many pairs of them. That way, I'll have some for when they don't exist anymore. Sigh. For now, I think I'll go find a belt to hold these ones up.