The Best Saturday EVER!

Woke up to this being walked through my bedroom door at 8:30 Sat. morning by Ctuck;

After I blinked a couple of times to really check if my eyes were working, I asked him where he got it. Apparently the next door neighbors were having a garage sale and he bought it, by himself, for five dollars.

I decided I'd go over and take a gander myself and ended up buying a huge refrigerator for $150! Yay! Now I finally have one for the garage.

The kids completed their Saturday chores so the house was clean

We decided to go fishing as a family after dinner. Here are the pics;

Bicycle

Went for a bike ride on Sunday with the whole fam. I don't remember it hurting that much when I was seven. It doesn't help that I broke my coxix (yeah baby, used it in a sentence) giving birth to my first son. Seriously, I spend so much time trying to lift my fanny off that tiny little seat that my legs are jello on the flat straightaways. I hate bike rides, hate them I say.

My question is; who designed bike seats? I mean really, did you think that was enough space for the average 30+ year old butt? Is the seat meant to only support my spine? Because that's about where it feels like it gets to after I've been sitting for five blocks. I don't mean to throw stones, honestly but was there a vinyl shortage back in the day? Is there a mandate that states only three ounces of plastic can be used in molding a seat for a bike? Perhaps professional bikers have cheek implants we haven't heard about? You know, like Wolverine? A metal plate that slides across to make a platform!

Well anyhoo, I'm in the dark. This is one of life's great mysteries for me, right up there with why men don't ask for directions.

A Prince of a Fellow

My Lucy loves to play princess. We've got the dress-up princess dresses and she and her friend love to pretend. The other day, after she had her dress on and was ready to go, she looked around and said "where's my prince". I giggled and thought that was so cute but what was even better was when her big brother Gavin stepped up and said "I'll be the prince". He spent the next 15 minutes twirling not only Lucy around the floor but her little friend Alissa too. It was the cutest thing ever and if you could see Lu's face as she was dancing with her prince, it was priceless. I love moments like that.

Be Prepared

Cam and Colby left for Scout Camp this morning. I'm excited that Cam gets to go for the first time especially with his dad.
In preparation for camp, of course there are a million health forms to fill out including liability and emergency forms. On the medical release form, it requires parents to sign for emergency medical care in the event mom and dad can't be reached and there are life saving measures that need to be taken. It also gave me a place to list the medical procedures which I would NOT allow UNLESS I was contacted. You want to know the only medical procedure I listed for which they must wait before they contact me? AMPUTATION!
Seriously, I'm not too far outside the realm of possibility here. I figure if scouts can get struck by lightning, lost in the woods and drowned, loss of appendage/digits isn't such a stretch. Colby thought I was being silly and we had a good laugh but guess what surgery can't be performed for him either....!

While I really think my boys will be perfectly safe while they are away, a few prayers never hurt. Please add no lightning, raging storms or swimming issues to your list of things to pray about. Oh- and no loss of limb.


BTW: Cameron will be swimming the final leg of the swimming relay this week. He has to qualify or practice this week in the lake (very cold)so I'll let you know how that goes. Here's hoping those private swimming lessons last summer pay off.

I've debated for several days on how to post how excited and grateful I am about Banker's Table. As many of you know, Colby went into business with his good friends and joined forces on a new project called Banker's Table. It's a personal banking system to provide financial Independence and retirement wealth. It's been a long two years but we are finally seeing some fruit.

What I really want to say is that I am grateful for God's hand in our life. We have seen so many miracles, some big, some small and we continue to shake our heads at the wisdom of God. I believe that Heavenly Father knows each of us individually and while I doubt he enjoys watching us struggle as we grow I now understand that there is always a plan. I've always know that I owe all I am and all that I have to my Heavenly Father but now I am deeply convinced this is true and I am more focused on devoting my life to his purpose.

It is a time of miracles, I hope that we can all see them more readily in our lives because sometimes, in the dark, the miracles are hard to see.

Frisbee; the great equalizer!

We've been playing Frisbee a lot as a family lately and I've found that it's a great game for anyone to play. My 5 year old can play just as well as I can. (No jokes please.) We've really been having a great time, all with a little disc made of plastic.

No Worries or Know Worries

Which one are you?

Bring It!

Ah, the smell of adolescence. I know, there's a song about that, "Smells Like Teen Spirit". Well I think teen spirit smells like poop.
It is time to man the fortress, prepare the turrets and light the fires 'cause this mom is taking no prisoners. When my son slaps me with sarcasm, I will reply with cool, calm collectedness. When my son is lazy, I will be inspiring. When my son is within an inch of his young life, I will turn and walk away. Here's the great thing; I remember! I remember the frustration he feels. I totally know that seething anger that is running through his veins when he gives me that look and you know what I say? Bring it on big boy! Your momma has been there, done that and I am ready!

Pick a Side

I'm reading "The Book Thief" by Markus Zusack. It's a good book in a distractedly-stream-of-consciousness kind of way. I like the aspect of the narrator being death, or the Grim Reaper or whatever way you wish to describe the gatherer of souls. I've been reading in short bursts and I feel that that is an appropriate strategy for attacking this book. I must confess though that I'm tired of Nazi-Germany-struggle- of-WWII books. I am totally convinced that Nazi's are bad. Not that this belief was up for debate before but I can solidly put myself in the Anti-Nazi category. My question would be this, after countless books have been written on this subject, after many stories of hope and tragedy have been told, have we learned anything? I will add another confession and that is, I don't think so. The more I read the Book of Mormon, books like "Night", "Number the Stars", "The Boy in the Striped Pajamas" and then today's news I'm not convinced. Human beings just repeat the same cycles over and over. I think that the question is not "have we learned anything" but "what kind of participant we will be"? Will we choose the side of protagonist or antagonist? I'm thinking that there will be many fooled into thinking they are the former and it won't be until the conflict is over and the books are written that the clarity will come.

We'll see.