Dani loves you FREDWARD

Sat. March 14th Freddie died. Poor animals that come to this house. We just can't keep them very long. There was Clozee, Little Joe, then Johnny and now Freddie. All in less years than a natural lifespan of a dog. Sadie has gone the longest, so her odds look good. Can't make any promises. It is time to just have Sadie and love her. Dani's heart is broken, which just really tinks me off. Sweet girl, I think she was the only one that really did love that junk yard eatin', crazy biting, chewing everything up dog. Hopefully there are butterflies in heaven he can chase.

GlORIOUS! Just GLORIOUS!

Friday, March 13th, walked by the Provo River. I love being with Carol Marriott because she makes even the fabulous more glorious. When I walk, snowshoe, excercise, whatever, I wear one earphone playing my fav tunes on my shuffle. It is like having my own soundtrack from my movie of my life. Everything is better with a song in your heart and ear. We live in God's country. Anytime I am out in it, I just thank my lucky stars that I live where I live. I am a hop skip and a jump away from the most picturesque places. And every once in awhile we are graced with seeing a magnificent moose just steps away. It's glorious I tell you, and if you don't believe me, then get out here and I will show you.

I Love you Butt Hill

Thursday, March 12th. Snow shoe to butt hill with my little man & Big Erin. What a beautiful, sunny day. Lander brought his sled and soon we had wished we had brought ours along. I am not sure what is more amazing, looking up butt hill or looking down once you have ascended her. I met her 10 years ago in the summer time. Up we would climb, some days 5 times. Many friends have come along, and always there was my friend and walking partner of 10 years Big Erin, MOWreen, recently found out another name, Rongo Pongo. When I am in my fifties, I want to be going like this woman. I was twenty something when she would trudge up that baby, orgasm breaths all the way. You go Sista! Butt Hill will keep that little tush looking young & tight, so that is why I declare aloud, "I LOVE YOU BUTT HILL!"
We really should name her. BABS? hmmmm

Expectations

Tuesday, March 10th went through the Draper Temple with my children, that would include sweet hubby. It was a tender experience the first time with just Paul and I, he was very loving and told me that he understood how much I want to be sealed, but that he was no there yet. But, he was there that night with his arm around me and my dream seemed closer and more real and my expectations of the evening were wonderful.

SOOOOOO, the family night experience had me even more excited because now eveyrone would be in that room together. SOOOOOO, I thought. The game started early on with Dani & Paul trying to ditch us and then I had that little feeling, who will try it next? WeLLLLLL, that would be Cody and Dani. ANNNNNND, sure enough it ended up being only Mikki, Paul, Lander & Jackson in the sealing room. My heart was in my stomach, the disappointment was evident & my thoughts were discouraging; Typical of our family, together yet divided. I walked past the two little turds who were waiting, unaware that there was tension brewing inside their mother. Once again, Paul came to my rescue with his arm around me, reminding me to be grateful that the kids had good attitudes about being there and that we were really all together.

He knows my heart, he loves me so, Sweet Hubby

Sunday, March 8th, my baby boy lost his first tooph, I meant to spell it that way, because that is how he used to say it, when he was a baby and not so growed up. I have really tried to slow down this process, but low and behold he turned 5 anyways. And now this, and before Kindergarten. It is too much and it makes me a bit weepy just thinking about it. I was not this way with the other three. It was exciting to think that the tooth fairy would be making a visit to our abode. Now it just makes me feel tired and whoa, will she actually remember. There in lies one of the issues. Tired? That is for old people. Not young thirty somethings like myself. My twenties left and that was ok, but I am not sure how easy it will be to say goodbye to my thirties. By the way I still have plenty of time, just not as much as last year. So time marches on and it is marching straight through my babies teeth and other places too unfortunetly.