Monday, March 05, 2012
Some People's kids...
Well it's day one of the strike. I admit, it was nice to get up and not have to rush around getting Adriel ready for school, and Sloan ready to take Adriel to school. It was nice to take my time with breakfast. By the end of a two week spring break starting next week, I'm not sure I'll feel this way. We'll see.
So far today I've: Made bread, done dishes, vacuumed, done copious amounts of laundry, gone to the park, gone to the library, wasted time on the computer, etc.
A few days ago Brent was here. He made us caramel corn. I haven't been able to leave it alone. It needs to get out of my house.
Ever since my first snowboarding incident of the season with Eryn (which was full of fun and adventure) I have been addicted to snowboarding. I'm getting better, and it's sooooo fun!!!! I'm always itching to go. I'm so glad that I have my own board and a very nice big sister who gets me home schooling rates at the mountain and then watches my kids for me so I can go. I'm pretty lucky.
Last week Kyle was really really really sick with tonsillitis AND strep throat. How does that happen? It doesn't. Except when you're Kyle. It was bad.
I just ate left over indian food that we had with Brent which was so good and now I feel like napping.
Bannud scratched me. I was putting her back into her cage and somehow she managed to rip a strip off the palm of my hand. I thought we were friends.
I have started reading the hunger games. About time right?
Kyle spent the whole day on Saturday tiling a bathroom for a lady and then she decided that she doesn't like it....which means that the hours he isn't in school this week will be spent at her house, you know, when he's not studying for the midterm he missed last week...
I'm heading to Vancouver this weekend for some good family temple time and a fun spring break visit for the kiddos. I'm worried as to how this will effect my half marathon training.
Also happening this week is the RS birthday party celebration, in which we are doing a performance of the 10 virgins. I opened my mouth about liking to sing and got roped into this performance which was a lot more than I realized at the time. Lines, acting, singing solos, you name it, I have to do it. Now that I have to do it, I'm trying to own it. I'm a foolish virgin. I'm also the first virgin who realizes I don't have any oil and the result is panic and eventually I fall to the ground crying. This is a little outside my comfort zone. It is comical. All those years of fake crying outside Evan and the twin's doors with Laura have finally payed off....
I don't know what to do with my hair next. It's getting to the point where it's almost too long to be a bob, and I'm not sure if I'm done yet, if I want to go longer or not, or what to do with my bangs. They are in the process of growing out and I don't think I like it. I'm not sure the result (no bangs) is even what I want. I just want something exciting. I see pictures like this and I want to cut it again...or this, or this ... I just don't think I'm ready to grow it. Right now shorter just seems like more fun to me. Just sayin...
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Sarahstottle posted @ 3:43 PM