Tag from Kar!

Ok, tagged by Kar... and BTW Kar.... really, this is real... keep in mind that my house is up for sale though so it's required to be either clean, or able to get that way lightning fast!

1. Laundry Room - oops left the Zout out.. oh well I'll probably need it in the next half hour anyways :)

2. Favorite Room - This is a close one... the bedroom was in high contention! But I really do spend WAY too much time HERE!

3. Favorite Shoes - One is wet from a moment of airheadedness this morning... but I wear these all the time (outside of church of course... they just wouldn't look right with a dress.

4. The Toilet - Thank you Jer!

5. The Kitchen Sink -OOOOOOO Sparkly! Thank you Fly Lady and the fact that I had a MLS tour yesterday... it isn't usually that sparkly.

6. The Fridge - Thank goodness you can't peek into the containers ... or behind them for that matter!

7. What the kids are doing: Goober is watching Star Wars and Missy is busy tormenting Little Li (actually this is her giving back something she just took from him cause I got mad at her)

8. Self Portrait - Niiiiice, showin my religion... and what is that spot on my face... and why are my eyes lopsided!?!? I swear one is more open than the other!

9. My Closet - Crazy hangers, very little organization, no order to clothing...... this is one place I kinda ignore....

10. Dream Vacation: Actually, right now I would prefer a nanny to any vacation... so I could SLEEP for a change! :D

Now it's time to tag.... mmmm. How about..... Andrea, Erika, Tandee.... and yeah.. that is all I will inflict this upon!

Do you ever feel out of place?

I don't mean "Mormon at a strip club" our of place. I mean in a place where ideally you should be perfectly comfortable.

I had loads of these experiences in high school. You know. That awkward "not comfortable in your own skin" feeling that every normal teen feels on a regular basis. When you wonder why on earth you ended up in a given place at a given time cause, gosh darn it, it doesn't feel like it would make any difference to anyone there if you weren't there.

Sometimes it's purely teenage hormones, sometimes it the fact that that one kid kinda treats you like they think you are dumb or not as good as they are.

Since I went to college these experiences dramatically dropped. Probably due to the fact that I realized that it didn't matter how hard I tried there was no way that everyone was going to love, LOVE, LOVE me. As much as I always wanted to be that person that people come to the party to hang out with, that the party just isn't the same without... That person, that life of the party? Just isn't the person who I am. And by college I'd come to terms with this to some extent. Though I still escaped to my parents house every weekend to "do laundry" (and for those of you that know Jer and I's personal joke about "doing laundry" I'm NOT talking about that... get your minds out of the gutter!!!! I was a pretty good kid and I knew what not to mess around with ... THANK GOODNESS!).

Mainly the reason I would go to my parents house was because I always felt wanted there, greatly missed when I wasn't around, and greatly appreciated whenever I did something for someone else. I always felt that the things I did were noticed, even when nobody said anything about them. In fact it was a common thing for me to try to do nice things and hope that nobody knew it was me that did them (which is really hard when you are the only kid left in the house!)

As I got older and got married and had my kids I became less and less concerned about being in the "IN" crowd. I was too busy. Once in a while Jer and I will notice the way someone behaves towards us... such as the neighbor who can't tolerate us, but has to be civil because their spouse would be mortified if they weren't. Or the fact that a certain group of people never acknowledges us. But for the most part, we don't let it effect us too much. Again, we are too busy worrying about our kids and whatnot to worry about how to get in with the "in" crowd. Besides the fact that fake people bug the crap out of me... and to be part of the "in" crowd I would in essence have to BE fake. Not really myself. I would be disgusted with myself. And in the end that would be more harmful that not being a part of the "in" crowd. For the most part I keep myself out of situations where I would feel unwanted or out of place, as it were. I try VERY hard not to insert myself where I am unwanted.

So this last weekend I had the rare occurrence of actually feeling out of place when I don't think I should have. Who knows it may have been hormones... I mean this morning I DID get sick with morning sickness... and isn't' that caused by hormones?!

As I stood there, in that place that I was at, I thought... "Why am I here?". Well, I had good reasons to be there. I try very hard to be a good friend even if there is never an occasion for the favor to be returned. And trying to be a good friend is the reason I was where I was. The interesting thing was though... that the person I came for was not the person/people that made me feel out of place. The thing that made me feel the most out of place? The fact that one or two of the 30 some-odd people at this event seamed to have it in there mind that I was below them.

Do people not realize how obvious it is when you try to pretend to be interested in someone, especially someone you really have no connection with? I personally would rather be ignored. Then at least I can save us all the discomfort and quietly excuse myself and either go find someone there who really wants to talk to me, or go home to my loving hubby and adoring kidlets.

Why is it that every once in a while Heavenly Father decides that we need a time warp and need to remember how it feels to be a misfit. Maybe it's to insight gratitude for all that we have. For all those moments when we feel perfectly at home. Perfectly loved. Perfectly wanted and needed. And perfectly normal. With of course those few quirks that make those you love raise their eyebrow and think "that was such a (insert name here) thing to do!" with a smile on their lips.

Sleeping Babe

Ok, this is a picture that was taken by my Sister-in-law Az. It's her son Little J. Jer ended up watching J for about an hour on Sunday and apparently he konked out while he was here :) Poor tired kiddo.

Funny things my kids say.

Yes one last post. I've been a bit of a slacker lately (for me) and feel like I must do a load to redeem myself :)

a couple of funny things my kids say.

A couple of days ago at my mom's house I was really irritated with my kidlets cause they were being especially bad about listening. As I said Goobers name for the umpteenth time with GREAT irritation in my voice, I followed with "am I talking to the WALL?!?!" to this Goober replied. "No" then he turned to my mom and said "My mom is being kinda mean to me today" I about busted up laughing! I mean... wasn't the cause of my irritation the 5 yr old in front on me!?

Now this next one happens all the time. As Missy My is doing something she knows not to do I will count her "1.........2........3.....Time OUT!" quite often she will reply "No! Don't tell that to me!!" with a sassy expression on her little face.... (again.... what caused mom to do this? could it be the child in front of me!?) needless to say, she ends up hauled to time out anyways.

I know as time goes on I will be able to laugh more at that last one and not just get peeved. :P

yes... I changed it again...

Cut and Dyed. And before you ask, yes this is the SHORTEST I have ever had my hair. Ever. But I really do think I like it. I know I like the color at least :) and Hey! hair grows out eh? But I think i like the cut too... I've only had it since yesterday evening. So I've only had to style it once. I guess we will see on a "bad hair" day if I really like it or not!

The New Playhouse

So my mom and dad put this together at there house for the kids to play on when the kids are up mom and dads house. it so they can play outside on something relatively unsupervised... seeing that like window wells, I'm a little bit paranoid about trampolines (which they have one of) and tend to have to have someone else watch the kids as they jump so that I can look away cringing often.

Not that my kids didn't already adore going to my parents house... but their favorite activities there were jumping on said trampoline and throwing rocks in to the stream that goes through part of the backyard. Normally I don't mind the throwing rocks into water bit, but someone definitely has to be watching in case one of the chillins falls in. Hence the playhouse.

They should have a load of fun tomorrow when we go up for the 3rd of July fireworks (mom and dad's little town does it on the 3rd so as not to fight with the "big kids" down the way).

I hope my camera continues to work for the 4th of July celebration, it was having small hissy fits today and doesn't want to function quite right....

Last day of T-Ball

This morning was the last T-Ball game. In the beginned Goober didn't watch anything that was going on... and in the end he still didn't watch much of what was going on. But he had fun playing catcher (i think that is his favorite position, probably cause they are always doing something it seams. He seamed to have fun though the heat was not so fun of course. He is such an Idaho kid. Hates hot. Anywho... now I have to figure out other stuff for fun this summer cause.... staying at home all the time will not only drive myself nuts, but the kids nuts as well!!!

(Goober is in there somewhere under my mom's umbrella.... you can see Missy My though... off to the right.)