Wondering

So...I'm wondering (again) just how wonderful Facebook is. I love seeing old friends/family/classmates, catching up on their lives and seeing the offspring! My only problem is when I find out little details from photos that make me sad. Or when I realize that a high school friend hates my religion. Or any number of other facts that people post about themselves without thinking about just who their audience is. Hmmm. Can't decide if ignorance really is bliss.

Hello again!

It has been FOREVER since I've blogged...and I really wish I hadn't taken a "blogcation" because I've missed so much that friends have blogged about. Especially the ones who are living in exotic locations. Every day here seems so much the same. My biggest happening for the morning is on Tuesdays and Thursdays...a.k.a. swim days. I have quite the system of packing the swim bag. The only exictement came a few weeks ago when I forgot to pack a bra. Not good.
So, I'm sure that no one will benefit from my personal blog, but I certainly enjoy reading about every else. Keep up the reports on your lives! It gives me a little joy to know how many cool people I have become friends with in my life.

Funerals

Have you ever noticed that the word "FUN" starts out the word "FUNERAL" and seems to me to be kind of ironic. We went to a funeral recently for my great uncle Clark and it actually was (dare I say) kind of fun. Of course, he was 96 years old and very happy to be reunited with his wife (my super-awesome great aunt Veda), so for me, the funeral was a celebration of his life. Now, today I am going to the funeral for my seminary teacher, Larry Wilde. He was only 52 years old and though he suffered terribly (cancer), I don't know how it will seem like a celebration of his life. Larry is happy to be reunited with his family and friends on the other side of the veil, it's just us here that will cry and wish that we could be with him. I know that Larry is where he should be...and I'm thankful for his example. To know Larry was to love him.

Eli is so little!

I'm thinking of getting a second opinion on Eli's weight. The doctor keeps talking about celiac disease and cystic fibrosis...I really think that Eli is just a small kid and very active and healthy. Does my "girth" make the doctor believe that I was a 90 lb. baby and would therefore have a 90 lb. baby of my own? Really? So, after cold turkey quitting the whole breastfeeding thing (more painful than imaginable), Eli is eating more solid food and SHOULD be gaining weight. Hopefully.

To blog or facebook?

Why is it so easy to sit down for a few minutes in front of the computer...innocently searching for a friend on Facebook, and then look at the time and it is literally tomorrow? I think I waste good sleeping time. The issue is that it is easier to be on the computer when Eli is asleep (almost never!) than when he is trying out his own typing skills.

The day after

I've decided that a horrible birthday is maybe good in a way. Now I don't have to worry about what it would be like...I know and there is power in knowing! Not much could go wrong next year that would surprise me. It was a good day in that many friends sent birthday wishes on Facebook, etc. and I did have a beautiful, yummy cake made by my personal birthday pastry chef, Shanna Henderson. I have some of the best friends in the universe! Love all of you!

The day

Old

So, I'm officially 39 years old today. As if that isn't bad enough, I have a cold, Eli has a cold, Rex has a bad back, Mom is sick as a dog and Dad is grumpy. Oh, and Angus the cat threw up all over the piano. Sounds like a fun day, huh?

I hate my hair!

Yes, I need some help. I was stupid enough to ask my husband if he liked my hair short or long...duh. That was months ago and my growing hair is at the stage where I'm tempted by any sharp object I see. "Oh, I could just snip a few strands here and there and ta-da...bangs" and other bizarre ideas float through my cerebral cortex. (Where?) So, I should go and have "it" trimmed, shaped, called to attention, whatever you want to call it. But no, I, being the cheapest person in the known universe, will continue to suffer in silence until I am tempted beyond all reason. Next time you see me, I might just look like Donald Trump.

Hawai"i

I loved our trip to Hawai'i...and I love being home. Vacations make home seem wonderful, even with a blizzard roaring outside. Our trip was splendid. Rex caught a big fish, I threw up like no tomorrow (deep sea fishing is not for the wimpy!), and Eli ate sand off the beach for extra fiber. We got to go to church on Sunday and then take a family photo in front of the temple. My aunt and uncle are the best! Mom and Dad had a few health problems...Mom threw up on me as soon as we got to Uncle Bob's house (yes, white carpet and all) and Dad had to go see a doctor for his shoulder injury that came from where? But, we all had a blast and made "lemonade out of lemons" ...

You'll never guess!

Of all the people in the world to take a vacation in Hawaii, you'd never in a million years guess that it would be Rex, Eli and myself...but it is!!! We are going to the Big Island to visit Uncle Bob and Tovi in February for a week. I'm so excited I could have kittens! We get to tag along with my mom and dad and were lucky enough to find some great prices on airfare. Now, how do I keep Eli entertained for the entire day of traveling on my lap? Aunt Clara suggested dosing him with a little whiskey...huh?

New Year...and a bad cough

So, even though a whole Sacrament meeting was dedicated to setting goals recently...I haven't even considered such a preposterous idea. Goals? Planning? I'm lucky if I can get my clothes to match lately, let alone improve myself! Eli has 5 teeth now and one that's just almost breaking through. Rex has bronchitis...fun for him. I'm starting to feel crappy and cough like there's no tomorrow. New Year? Maybe by February I will start something.
Eli starts more "Aquatots" on Monday morning. I think he enjoys swim lessons almost as much as I enjoy taking him. I 'm dreading his 12 month checkup because he hasn't gained the weight that the doctor wants him to pack on. He acts like he might be weaning himself and I don't know how I feel about that. My baby is growing up and I seem to want more "baby" time. I'm such a sap!