The Crazee Chick's View of Life

My little mommy got a date for her hip replacement surgery! I don't know whether to cheer or cry! When Hubby called to tell me my first bodily reaction was to vomit, then I started to shake, and then I did what I always do when I'm upset...I called my mommy. She's pretty cool with it. So tired of the pain and the three years of waiting that she's ready for this next step. The fact that her cane disappeared into thin air and they can't find it anywhere in the house, is like a sign to my mom and dad that this surgery is a good thing. Imagine that...the cane is gone! Pretty soon it will not only be missing in action but will hopefully be thrown in the garbage as my mom resumes her previous, active, life with her new, bionic hip! It's times like these where you wish that it really was possible to take on someone's pain and suffering. I am reminded at this time of how the Savior took our pain and suffering on when He was crucified and the only thing

  Yeah, that's my girl with a big trophy!  Tap Solo 2011 WINNER!! Quite a sparkly outfit, no? It looks so fabulous on stage!

Zee loves to play games. Any game strikes his fancy--strategy games, silly games, electronic games, thinking games and physical games--so besides asking for candy, asking someone to play a game with him is his constant refrain. It gets a bit annoying actually.  Especially when we've just finished playing with him and immediately upon packing up he utters, "Mom, want to play a game with me?"  Argh!! I do not like playing games.  I would rather take the kids out somewhere and learn something --like the time we went to the Forensics Lab during Spring Break (THAT was cool!!), or the time where we hiked around Lynn Canyon--but sitting around playing a game that inevitably ends up in sqwaking and squealing between siblings is NOT an enjoyable time for me.  Other than New Year's Eve, which is our designated 'play-games-for 100 hours' event, games are not my first choice. However, every once in awhile I break down and give in to that adorable little face that

Oh how I laid in bed this morning trying to find reasons to justify why I should skip church and just sleep in. "Zee has a cough." "Kiki didn't get to sleep until after midnight." "Mo's looked so exhausted lately." "I deserve it." But the better part of me knew where I needed to be this morning; at church, worshiping the Lord who makes all things possible. The health of my family, the wonderful week I've had in my business (actually, the whole year has been amazing), the loving relationship I have with my husband, the food on our table--all these things come from the love of our Heavenly Father, and how selfish am I to want to remain in bed because it's comfortable? How ungrateful am I to say that I am too tired to make the effort to get cleaned up, drive 5 minutes to the church, and sing praises and spend 3 hours re-connecting and re-committing to Him? Church was where I needed to be this morning and I'm so grat