March Is NOT A Four Letter Word!

Welcome, March! Not only do you bring spring and my birthday, you also end February. So rock on. Rock on, little March. Way to make the grass green. Way to flip cold the bird. Way to be you.

So anyhow. Yes indeedy, K.J. and his uncontrollable kicks were a part of sacrament meeting today. It makes me psychotic, borderline CrazyMom. (Not all of you will know who CrazyMom is, but I trust some of you do). I just don't get it! Why, why must he kick me?! I don't ask for much . . . just not to be kicked. He always seems so surprised, too, like he had no idea he just took out my shin! Maybe the Lord thinks I deserve a good hard kick and so uses K.J. as an instrument in His hands. I better not question it. I gotta get better at this "remember he's five and you are NOT five" thing. Note to self: work on gaining at least a little maturity while being kicked.
Today I taught all the young women lesson eight, which is (those of you who know me and my flaws will laugh): Attitudes about Our Divine Roles. Go ahead and laugh. I probably could hear this lesson every week for the rest of my life and still -- in a small, rebellious corner of my thick skull -- think "Huh?" I have no problem recognizing how amazing it is to be a wife and mother! I'm so thankful to be so blessed. And I'm glad to share the sacredness of those experiences. I just want to know who words the lessons, as it's sometimes a little . . . oh well. The Lord already knows I'm mentally challenged. So I found some radical quotes by President Hinckley and President Monson to make it a little more rockin'. I miss President Hinckley! That man is hilarious. One thing that helped is I brought a bunch of framed pictures -- one of our wedding, our little family, my parents with their grandkids, an adorable one with my granny and my kids. And, I have this awesome picture frame with pictures of four women in my maternal line, so I also talked about the example each of them has been to me on being a righteous wife and mother. I'm not sure how well it went over. One of my beehives snored in the first row, and I had to get after three of my beehives in the second row for passing notes and giggling while others commented. Oh well, maybe it's just the fact they're beehives! (She says to herself reassuringly).
You need to know something about me: I hate Star Trek. I can do Star Wars BUT I CAN NOT DO Star Trek. My husband is a trekky. And we just cancelled our television, so he is systematically going through all his trekky movies. And he listens to them so amazingly loud it just boggles my mind! I think he might do it to get under my fingernails. (Wait . . . I think I'm breaking the wife roles by saying that. But I still think it's true).
I'm amazed what my imagination will and will not do. Star Wars, especially the old ones . . . okay, why not. X-men -- again, possibly. Lord of The Rings, obviously historical. And Harry Potter, that's pretty much fact, isn't it?! And as we all know, there are vampires, and one named Edward is going to bite Ben pretty soon and make him Benward.
I think I discriminate against people with things on their foreheads, and also dragons. If I were a famous actor, they'd make me go to rehab for that. Someone should do a case study on me, then let me know the findings.
Well, not much else to say here in Marieland. (I actually don't think I had anything enlightening to say to start out with, but I appreciate you staying with me up to this point)!
Happy Birthday to my really great big brother Jon(nie to me) who is turning the big 3-0 and is a great example and friend to me. I love you, bro! I appreciate you and I'm glad you were born!