What a Day

 Well, I know it's been about a week or so since my last entry, so I figured, it's time to do one now. Monday, after a long discussion with Dave and some "calculating" I joined Inches-A-Weigh. For those of you who don't know about IAW, either google it, or I'll tell you that basically it's a Lazy Woman's way to lose weight, at least with the exercise.
  They set me up with a personalized menue, diet and I have my own "coach", and part of the sign up includes supplements. Some of the Supplements are Folic Acid, calcium, and Fatty Acid. I took a Fatty Acid suppliment today, and am regretting it. Since I took it, I have burped fish, and for those who know me, know that I cannot stand the taste of fish. It literally makes me physically ill, and I've gotta do something about it.
  I know it's essential to reaching my goal weight, and well, I'm not gonna tell you what it is, or how long it's SUPPOSED to take for me to get there if I follow the program religiously, but there's gotta be another way to go about it. I am going to see what they can do when I go in tonight. No matter what I eat or drink, whenever I burp I want to puke because of the taste that comes up.

  As if that wasn't enough, one of the kids I babysit pooped his pants. He's partially potty trained, in the sense that he can pee in the toilet, but won't poop in it. Instead, he poops in his pull up without warning and sad to say, it's NEVER solid. Today, he'd gone all up his back, outside and down the sides of his jeans, the back of his shirt, even his socks. He'd gotten it on the floor, blocks and somehow managed to make it to the bathroom without getting it anywhere else.
  I took the liberty to clean up the livingroom floor and then bleach the blocks first, while I was doing this, the kid was standing in the bathtub so he wouldn't get the bathmats all messy. While scrubbing the livingroom carpet, I burped, got a gross look on my face and Aunt Ann, who had shown up, asked me what was wrong. I said I didn't know what was worse, the smell or the taste of the suppliment. They all laughed, at my expense as to be expected, and then I went about cleaning things up. It took nearly an hour to make sure I got everything cleaned, including bathing a really embarassed little boy. After I got it all taken care of, I lit a candle, bleached everything and then decided to share the experinece with the world.
  The whole time I was thinking "It's part of the job" and though I'm ready to puke, I handled it pretty well. Since then, there were no accidents, or problems. It was basically smooth sailing and now we're just down to Kaitlynn and Madison. Looking forward to my workout tonight and then on to see if we can get Tika into a new home. I will keep you all posted on everything that goes on. Sometime Josie will enter this world today too.

Only One Of MY Animals

 A week or so ago, Dave and I had been asked to watch Troy overnight while Heather and Chas spent some time camping with Chas', I mean, Monroe's family. I agreed to it, and we put the Bassinet in our room, by the bed. After they returned, I never got around to taking it out of our room, and the other night, Duster decided he'd sleep on our bed.
  Merlyn tried to jump on our bed but Dave kicked him off, so I called him back up thinking that he'd curl up against me as he usually does. Instead, he jumped into the bassinet, and slept there all night long, and into the day. It was funny to see him sleeping there, and I am SO not going to make that a habit, and it's definitely not staying in my room much longer. I think it's safe to say that my animals are unique. They've all got their own little quirks. Merlyn and where he sleeps, how he walks, and his fears. Mason with his "Motherly" instincts, even Jeriko, Dave's 1 1/2 eared cat that is cross eyed.

 OK, so here's the story. I went to the dentist today to get a crown, for the 2nd time. As I feared, it didn't fit, so they had to make mold #3 and send it back. I made the appointment to return to have it put on, and while I was there, I was joking with the assistant about eating some Bit O Honey.
  She said not to eat it, that it wouldn't be a good idea, and I just shrugged it off. Later this evening, I was chewing on some Bit O Honey, mainly because it helps with my cough, when all of a sudden, I found some pieces in it. I looked through the piece that I was chewing on,  and found my filling, and half of my tooth. I guess now I have learned my lesson to listen to what I'm told. I now have to wait through the weekend, possibly longer, to have this one fixed. So very lovely isn't it?
  The look on Dave's face was absolutely priceless when I showed it to him, he just about died of shock. It doesn't hurt, just annoys me because my lip rubs against the "hole" left there. We'll see how things go. All I know, I need to back off on the sweets, which I want to do anyway. I'll keep everyone posted and provide pictures of the final results as they come. I just hope they can do something with it, so I don't have a missing tooth.

The ONLY Time

 Today Dave celebrated his 32nd birthday. He was fortunate to get the day off of work, but I got sick. I am getting a sinus infection (surprise, surprise) and a bit of a cold. Although it was his day off, and I wanted him to enjoy it how he wanted, I was allowed to lie down for a while, and he took care of the kids. Fortunately, it was a easy day with the kids, and we didn't have many issues with them.
  When asked what kind of cake he wanted, Dave chose a Yellow cake with Strawberry frosting. I jokingly said that if I didnt' know any better, I'd question my husband's sexuality, but really, how can you avoid PINK frosting if it's Strawberry flavored. He wanted it from scratch, but went along with a cake mix instead because I'm under the weather. I think it was a good day for him though. He got Iron Man 2, a bag of "goodies", and his baby brother came for the cake and ice cream. Everyone got along, and he seemed to have been happy. Just too bad the rest of his family couldn't make it, that would've been the best gift he could've ever had.

Through My Eyes

One day on Facebook, I ran across this photo that was taken by somebody who used to be in our ward. I really liked it, so as hypocritical as it was, I took it, without asking him, but then let him know that I had it. I didn't post it anywhere other than my desktop, until now, but to credit the photographer, it was taken by Bob Davies.

I thought this was a very beautiful picture. At first I thought of just the road, with the clouds and the fields, just a nice, natural type photo. Lately, I've been struggeling with my inner demons, feeling at my absolute lowest in life, and have even carried thoughts that I do not want under ANY circumstances. The other day, I was sitting here, looking through pictures and ran across this one again. This time, I looked at it in a different light. At first glance, you just see a road, but if you look closer, you can see the dirt road, but on the left it's dark, and on the right, light.

As if it were "Divine Intervention" I immediately thought of the road as the "straight and narrow path" of Lehi's dream. You can chose between good and bad, dark or light. After looking at the photo in that way, it's got a huge spiritual meaning to me, and oddly enough, I find a bit of comfort in it. It reminds me that Jesus is here, that he will never give me any more than I can handle, and that I can lean on him if I need to.  Even though I am at my darkest and deepest low, I know I can make it through this, if not alone, then with his help, and the help of the few around me who love me.

Diaper Cakes

Ok, so the latest trend for a baby shower is to gift a diaper cake. For those of you who don't know what one of those are, they're diapers that have been rolled up, rubber banded and placed in the form of a cake, covered or uncovered, then decorated with miscellanious baby items.

The one I made for Heather when Troy was coming, was a round one, and my first. The one that is pictured here is for Emily's shower, and I decided to experiment a bit, and made a square one. It turned out a bit better than I expected, at least the front of it. The back needed a lot of work, and if I could've cut the material I used as "frosting" I know it'd have looked even better. The "frosting" material is actually the bottom of a blanket I'm gonna tie for Josie. I've also been asked to crochet her a shawl rather than a blanket, so the hunt is on for a good, easy pattern that I can work on. It is just a few weeks away, but I'm up for the challenge. Maybe I can focus on that rather than my depression, and work on a better, happier me.
  Though the Diaper Cakes can be a bit spendy to assemble, it's a lot of fun for me, and I enjoy doing it. Maybe with time, they'll get to looking better each and every time I make one.