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One wrong word & my switch flips. Thank God for Old School Rollerblades!

March 27, 2012 in Family, My Three Cents

Rollerblading at the Farm Park

We were finishing our fourth lap around the Farm Park and Dave said one thing. I lost my mind and then wanted to punch him in the mouth. I am a lot like Eli or is he a lot like me? Instead of punching Big Daddy in the mouth I said, “I am driving home. You take the kids in your car. I will make dinner. Goodbye.” I kept my word, got in my car and drove away.
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Peanut Butter Pro Bars make a horrible Swim Team Snack & Where are my Goggles: Hope is Stronger than Fear

March 26, 2012 in Family, My Three Cents

“Mom, you are so difficult sometimes.” Kyle said after taking a very deep breath and then earnestly tried to explain why a Peanut Butter Pro Bar is a lame pre Swim Team snack.

I think Kyle’s comment was in response to me saying something like, “Kyle, if you are going to ask for something, just ask, don’t get all whiny about it.”

And of course because we were in the car and I was driving my two sons to swim team practice, our snack discussion was obviously preceded by another emergent and catastrophic situation. Yes, seconds before Kyle told me how much his snack sucked, Eli nearly lost his mind, “MOM, MOM!”

“Yes, Eli, I hear you!”

“Mom, I CANNOT WEAR KYLE’S EXTRA GOGGLES! THEY HAVE DARK LENSES AND I WILL NOT BE ABLE TO SEE!”

“You can’t miss swimming, buddy. What should we do then?”
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Here’s to the CRAZY Ones

March 23, 2012 in My Three Cents

Thank you Stacie for re-pinning this quote:

Here’s to the crazy ones.
The misfits. The rebels. The troublemakers.
The round pegs in the square holes.
The ones who see things differently.
They’re not fond of rules.
And they have no respect for the status quo.

You can praise them, disagree with them, quote them,
disbelieve them, glorify or vilify them.
About the only thing you can’t do is ignore them.
Because they change things.
They invent. They imagine.
They heal. They explore. They create. They inspire.
They push the human race forward.
Maybe they have to be crazy.

How else can you stare at an empty canvas and see a work of art?
Or sit in silence and hear a song that’s never been written?
Or gaze at a red planet and see a laboratory on wheels?
While some may see them as the crazy ones, we see genius

~Jack Kerouac

 

Me at Liberty Park Salt Lake City, UT 2012

Thank God for Dave! And thank you for reading. This is a very self-indulgent post.
Davy and I talk all the time. I swear my thoughts change according to my hormone levels.  And Dave, well, he just goes with my flow [wink wink]. Currently, I am mid cycle.  Call me impatient, selfish or CRAZY, but I just don’t get this blog thing anymore and fighting for a space here is a lot of work, isn’t it?  My sister Brenda keeps telling me to hold my breath and see where I am at in six months. Six months is almost here and I am still not sure.
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