A Fly On The Wall Still Has To Buzz Every Which Way To Get There

So, I'm not going to lie; this has been a rough week for me.  Don't ask me why.  Mostly just motivational issues. I hope it doesn't turn into post-holiday blues.  You know, like post-partum blues?  The anticipation, parties, and work are over and now I'm left with getting back into a regular (read: boring) routine with a hormone (or sugar) hangover and a bigger tummy than before all this started.

That aside, I did get to spend lots of money this week, seeing how it is the first of the month and another budgeted month begins.  Okay, so most of that went to a big grocery run at Costco, but it counts for something, right?  

We were eating dinner tonight when we heard a horrible racket of dogs and what sounded like chickens in serious distress.  JDawg even thought I should go check.  Oh, my goodness!  In a panic I ran outside, afraid that the next door neighbor dogs had dug under the fence or something and were attacking my poor girls.  As soon as I got outside I realized it was merely the guests of the neighbors next door and the dogs barking excitedly.  I went back in and JDawg tied it all together by realizing that the Broncos had just won their game.

Alder and Nelumbo seem to be playing together better lately.  It's nice, even when it is way past bedtime, to hear them chatting away.  I remember my sister and I bonding over our nighttime games.  Well, it was bonding for me anyway; I can't speak for her.  We used to see who could call each other the most clever names.  She always won though because she knew the names of microorganisms (I guess "microorganism" itself is impressive for a kid) and I was still stuck on vegetables and potty talk.  We would also take turns identifying by sound (since this was after lights out) what body part the other person was scratching.  Ah, fun times.

Eugenia is starting to talk smack which sometimes makes me want to smack her.  Well, not really.  Maybe just shake her a little.  She argues in the filibuster style where I can't get a word in edgewise and she means it to be that way because she knows she won't like what she hears when I do get that word in.  Oh well.  She is still sweet and wonderful most of the time.

Ginger, for the third week in a row now, threw a fit about sitting in the pew at church.  Thankfully, our lovely neighbor was sitting behind us and had Smarties a-plenty to pass out.  I had also prepared in advance with snacks since church is from 11a-2p now.  I'd like to congratulate myself on my forethought but it really was the candy that saved me.

I finished a queen size quilt for a Relief Society humanitarian project.  I had to tell myself not to be a perfectionist about it and consequently, the binding is horrible.  Seriously, I cringe at the memory.  I really don't want my name attached to that quilt.  But it is solidly constructed and cozy.  Maybe they can give it to a blind person.

I really like Ninjas.  Like cute fuzzy ninjas with big heads and small bodies.  Is that weird?  I don't know why I am drawn to them but I am.  

So, I have nothing much to talk about.  Not even spiritually enriching deep and meaningful stuff.  I live so much on the surface these days or most days as I think about blog posts and family emails past that didn't say much by way of profundity either.  Oh, guess what?  David Archuleta is going on a mission.  Isn't that exciting?  I knew I loved that cute face and awesome voice for a reason.  He is a righteous pop star!  A stripling warrior on the stage!  (Swoon)

Alright, alright.  I'm signing off now.  Hopefully next week will be better!