How are you, cuz? I'm fine, thanks. I hope all is well with you!
I just got back from church a few hours ago, it was pretty much great, although my children barely lived through Sacrament Meeting. I had to pass on Sunday School, 'cause my nerves were going to blow up and I needed to just chill in my spot on the couch in the north foyer. I am pretty darn good at looking busy during that hour. I shuffle through my binder and put together the little things that need to be done that week. Very convincing, for myself and for others.
I was very glad to see you and Sperry fam this weekend. The softball games were fun, and Taylei is very talented, indeed! I thank you for ensuring she will live a life with no regret as far as hairdo's are concerned. Nephi truly does suffer from hair dysmorphia. I just can not understand wanting to go around looking like you've been electrocuted. Thank you, dear cousin, for not being one of the sheep.
I would like to thank you for reading my blog. That is so nice of you. I would like to read your blog, too, but first you have to post! Funny how that happens.
Here's something funny and tragic: a few days ago, a very nice and funny and charming and fast-speaking black woman from Detroit came to my door selling "the most amazing cleaning product in the world." (That is a run on sentence, if you were wondering). For reasons not totally understood even to myself, and fully knowing I have to pay my children's dentist $900 next week, I bought this cleaning product. That's right. I paid SIXTY NINE dollars for it. Ugh. I immediately wanted to slit my wrists and spray the blood all over my walls (That would be a good test for my very expensive fancy cleaner)! I went and confessed to my neighbors, who laughed at me. That night after Ben came home from softball, I told him the awful truth. He took it well. Quote: "Well, I guess it could have been worse." Here's how she got me: jokes about being black. I had to buy, lest she think me racist. "The people in Utah are so nice" comments. Dangit, I couldn't let her think L.D.S. people are mean! "I have three children myself and I'm trying to give them a good life instead of dope and jail" comments. I have two kids, and I don't want her kids doing dope in jail! Moral: she saw me coming from a mile away. Don't answer the door, whatever you do!!! However; I did clean my front door so I wouldn't kill myself. It is now very shiny, indeed. If you ever need to borrow fancy, earth friendly cleaners that you can lick and it won't hurt you -- contact me.
Well, Tina, I truly do love you. I forgive you for not feeding me fish sticks as a child and apologize for being an unholy nightmare to babysit.
Tonight my friend Tamari did a musical fireside for the youth in my ward on virtue. It was too awesome for words. Every one lingered for a long time afterward enjoying the spirit she had brought into the room. I wish you all could have been there. Thank you, Tamari!