Humor Me

I have no pictures to post and nothing that interesting to say, so nanny-nanny-boo-boo.

Nils just told me he's eating sushi tomorrow. This coming from the man who only a few months ago let me know that he likes his macaroni and cheese "unadulterated". He hates fish and generally doesn't like to try new things. Isn't sushi raw? Good luck with that, honey.

I just got back from Kohl's. I had $10 in Kohl's Cash. I've decided that store is a crock. First of all, they're always having the lowest prices of the season, as if we're all really that stupid. Second of all, I think when they fork over the Kohl's Cash, they adjust their "sales" so that it's impossible to get anything good for 10 bucks. For instance, instead of 50% off they'll do a buy 1 get 1 free thing, so you still have to pay full price; except now you get 2 things you don't really need instead of 1. Lame.

Halloween is 2 days away, and our children have no costumes. They were ordered 2 weeks ago from -oh my, wouldn't you know it- Kohl's, and are not here. I'm having anxiety because Anders is having a panic attack about it. So if they're not here by tomorrow, what choice do I have but to go down to Walgreen's and get whatever crap costumes they have left? Please UPS Man, deliver them tomorrow. For the love of my stressed out 5-year old and my sanity, DELIVER THEM!

Okay then. See ya.

No Escape

I got a calling this week for our new ward: Gospel Doctrine. Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!

Last week after my "last" lesson, I was kind of sad that I'd have to part with the manual. I've become pretty attached to the little guy. Turns out the two of us can stay best buds! Hoorah!

It's So Sad

I'm hesitant to get too personal or emotional in the blogosphere because it creeps me out that anyone anywhere can read this. Well, I'm taking the plunge, baby.

Our ward was split tonight, and I'm so sad that I actually cried about it. We were split off from the ward and will be part of a newly formed one. Deep down I know it's going to be just fine, but I'm still so stinking sad.

About 2 years ago Nils was offered a job in Salt Lake, so we moved North from Springville. I was not happy about having to move from there. We looked for houses for awhile and nothing felt right. When we found our house, we felt it was the one we were supposed to buy. It didn't make sense to me because I actually really hated the house. I didn't like the layout, the kitchen, bathrooms, lights, doorknobs- I was pregnant and irrational. But I knew inside that we would be happy here. From the first day we moved in we've felt welcome. We had been here 2 days and my neighbor invited me to Enrichment. That night, I swear 10 people approached me to introduce themselves and welcome me. It was something I really needed. I felt overwhelmed with having to start over. A couple of months after Aani was born the post-partum hit me hard. I struggled for months with all the horribleness of depression, but I had so much support. I had friends who would call to lift me at the exact moment I needed it. That dark time was made bearable because of people who were in tune. We've lived here for a year and a half, and I feel like I've grown a lot spiritually in that time. I think that's facilitated by being surrounded with good people who see your potential, even though you might not. I know that's why we moved here.

So I know there isn't suddenly a massive crevasse that separates us, but you just don't see as much of people when you don't go to church with them. It's weird and a little lame, but it's true. To all my HH 2nd-ers, don't forget us on the other side of the park. And thanks for being so great that I'm weeping at the thought of not seeing you every week and more.

Healthy=Good

I'm returning from my 5-day journey to sinus infection/bronchitis hell. It's good to be back! I'd like to give credit where credit is due: this lovely little bottle filled with gigantic pills of Augmentin has brought me back from the dead. I took the second dose last night, and about 4 hours later I started feeling human again. God bless whoever invented this drug.

Here's where I've been since Thursday. See my indent?

Here's one of the trashy books I've read. Actually, it's not trashy, it's just stupid. Shackles of Honor? Seriously? It is good for something, though. If you need a book that makes you want to make out with your husband, read this one. After I took my medicine and one of my nostrils cleared up, me and Nils totally made out.

I got a call yesterday morning from a great friend who told me she was bringing dinner. She didn't ask me, she told me. Thank goodness, too. It would have been another DiGiorno night. She made the best chicken noodle soup and these awesome cinnamon rolls.

Nils made these cookies. He stayed home yesterday so he could be the mom. He truly was. He fed the children, cleaned the kitchen, vacuumed, changed diapers, folded laundry, drove the carpool to school and baked cookies. What a man! NOW do you understand why we totally made out?

I don't want to be a whine-o, so bear with me while I make a point. I was really sick- too sick to take care of my kids, and that is a terrible predicament. I'm so thankful for health! I'm so glad that I have a healthy body that allows me to do all I need and want to do. That's what I've gained from this miserable experience, and I'm glad for it. I also learned that I'm really unattractive after laying in bed for five days. Sorry, no pictures of that.

Woe, Woe is Me

I went running Wednesday night, feeling fine. When I got home my throat hurt, but I chalked it up to the chilly air. Thursday I woke up feeling like p-o-o. I am currently going on my third consecutive day in bed. Waa.

I went to the doctor yesterday, secretly hoping for some magic pills to cure me. I got no such thing! I have to feel like p-o-o for at least 3 more days before being considered for antibiotics. I get that whole antibiotics are over-prescribed deal, but what if I die before then? That'll show 'em.

In addition to my entire head being filled with concentrated slime, a sore throat and constant throbbing everywhere above the shoulders, I spent a good long time praying to the porcelain god last night. Apparently Mr. Stomach decided to join in the fun.

Nils came home way early yesterday so I could sleep, and he's taken charge since then. Bless him.

Book Review

Does anyone know anything about this book? I saw it on Oprah when she announced it as her book club pick. I've read- or started reading- a few of her recommendations, and they've all been explicit in one way or another. I am very interested in reading this one, but I don't want to buy it if I can't finish it due to my guilt complex. So, if you've read the book, or know where I can get a review by someone who feels guilty for reading trashy novels, let me know. Thanks!

Picture Tag

I was tagged by Karin!

(Go to your picture folder, select 4th folder and the 4th picture and explain. Then tag 4 people.)

This is Anders just a few days old. Looking at this picture makes me feel a little sad. He was my tiny little baby, with a tiny little binky that took up half his face. Now he's 5 and 3/4 (as he loves to tell people), rides a two-wheeler off curbs, writes his name, reads books and does homework. Just a reminder that time flies and I need to savor each moment with my little ones. I love him so much.

I hereby tag: Lindsey, Ashli, Teresa & Melinda

One Last Basement Post

The basement is organized for the most part, and we've been spending a lot of time down here. It's nice. Nils took this nice picture of "Iron Man" playing. Look closely and you'll see that yes, that is a bed sheet on the wall doubling as a screen. I'm getting used to it, so it doesn't seem that W.T. to me anymore. Marriage is about compromise, right?
I know this is redundant, but I love the wall colors and am so happy I didn't paint over them!