My dear friend Paulette came to my door the other day with the most radical gift ever: A calendar featuring her favorite show and mine -- The Office. It is too awesome for words! Thank you, Paulette, it is hanging in my bedroom where it can give me joy every morning. K.J. saw it, gasped in happiness, and starting singing the theme to the opening credits as loud as possible in his opera voice. I kind of felt the same way: "LAAAAA .. . .. LALALALALA . . ... LA,LA,LA,LA,LA LALA .. .. " So in honor of you, Paulette, I have titled this post with one of my favorite quotes on my new shiny calendar. I hope you enjoy it.
Four days without posting! This is like a world record for me. I hope my public hasn't been suffering. (Muh-ha-ha=Evil Laugh).
I am just thinking that life is too interesting for words.
Trina (my marvelous sis-in-law) and I went to the Ward play date today, and we were the only ones there. It was totally rockin'. But since we go to the same park with our kids all the time and it's like twenty paces from our house, we just felt cool, 'cause now we can brag that WE support the enrichment groups. We are just so righteous. If only everyone could be as righteous. Go us. (That is me practicing for my Rameumptom. See Alma 31: 12-23. You won't regret it.)
I wish I lived in Nephi right now, 'cause if I did, I would call together all my ladies and we could go cokin'. We would have to argue over who would pay. I would win in an arm wrestle.
I miss my Grandma but she's okay, so that's good.
I took my children to the dentist yesterday -- their first such adventure. It was a little intense, but when ISN'T the dentist a little intense? Unfortunately, Olivia has TOTALLY inherited my poor little teeth, and K.J.'s are not as bad but not as awesome as I wish they were. We are going to pay our tithing and then get rich by the beginning of May, 'cause that is when their appointments are scheduled. They are going to be sedated to have their various troubles fixed so they are not traumatized for life. I; however, may be traumatized. My bank account will totally be traumatized. But my children will have healthy teeth once more, and you know what? That makes me happy. I love the little smurfs. They also have this whole mouth x-ray thing now and I saw K.J.'s permanent teeth, his wisdom teeth, and his nasal cavity and eye sockets. It was too weird. They're not faking it when they say man has been on the moon. And we probably all have C.I.A. agents that follow us, too. Do something, President Obama! They can take pictures of my children's nasal cavities! I saw his wisdom teeth, dangit!
I am trying to become a better Marie. This entails short term and long term goals and a daily list of things-I-must-accomplish-because-I'm-accountable. Let me tell you, I am on day three, and it is exhausting. But I truly believe it will help me take a few steps forward, so I'm sticking with it, alarm clock and all! Shazam, to use my overused word.
Well, I now bid you all a fond farewell. K.J. is heading towards the end of preschool and such a smart and sweet boy. Olivia gets more hilarious and fun and talkative all the time. Ben is super cute and busy and his hair is getting kind of grey like George Clooney's, and I am thinking about lunch right now. Ciao, bobos.