Scrapbooking

3 Posts in one week! What is going on with me? Did you check out the girls "cooking video"? Should I be worried about Sarah and the knives? Just Kidding. She has been quite delightful this week as she is trying to earn her room back. That's right I took her room away, all she has is a bed. I think the dresser will come back today, and probably her two precious dolls that were lost in the war on Monday.

Anyway, back to the subject at hand. Scrapbooking. I love it! I really do. Even though I spend more time cleaning and organizing my scrapbook stuff than actually creating pages. Last night was scrapbook night with some of my very dear friends. That is the best part of scrapbooking for me, getting together with friends, eating (though I only used 8 flex points-yea me!), and sharing family memories. My favorite scrapbooks are the ones that center around a theme: Nana's Christmas Jammies, Sarah's "I'm just...3", the girls dance picture books, and the "School of Life" books. This is my creative outlet, everyone needs one, I think, and this is mine. I love looking back and reminiscing, ans seeing how cute my kids were when they were little (they're still cute, just not quite so little anymore-sigh). I had a great time last night and then this morning I visited Stacy Julian's blog- the link is on my sidebar. She is my favorite scrapbooker. I love her philosophy behind scrapbooking. I actually got to take a class from her before she was the superstar she is now, when she was working a Paper Hearts in Sandy. I can proudly say she designed pages in Shelby's baby book. Scrapbooking has come a long way since then. Anyway, visiting her blog, and scrapbooking last night reminded me how much I love this hobby, and why I keep doing it even though I'll never be "caught up" whatever that is. There will always be a story to tell, and scrapbooking is one way that tell mine.

Can You Think of a Commandment You have a hard time Keeping?

"Thou Shalt Not Kill"

This was the question I asked the girls at devotional this morning. I wasn't asking them to respond out loud, but Sarah had a quick response. Here I was thinking they might be thinking of "Honor Thy Father and Thy Mother", no Sarah explained that she just has a hard time not killing people. So far the body trail hasn't made it back to her. She and I had a bad day yesterday (see previous post), and she said that she was going to kill me, luckily I made it through the night. Maybe that's what she's talking about. Am I raising a psychopath, a serial killer? Sarah keeps us laughing, she's especially funny when she's angry.

I Lost it - for a minute

Its true. I had a moment, and it was a bad moment. Sometimes life gets to me, I had to leave. Not one of my finest moments. I realize I chose this life, I have set it up this way. Honestly 99% of the time I love it, and it makes me happy. I seriously have moments where I am struck with the thought "I'm Happy, I love my life!" However, I tend to be a bit of a perfectionist(that may be understating a bit), sometimes that side gets the best of me. I'm not proud. To save my sanity, and my children, I ran away. To the Maverik. Nothing like a big Maverik cookie and a Diet Pepsi(not ready to sharpen my sword, by giving it up just yet). So there it is, the honest truth. On the bright side, I did go home, and we are having a pretty good day.

Check out our new blog!

The girls have a blog. They are always telling me what I should write here, and maybe I should write more than I do, but right now I'm just not feeling it. I have decided to give them a blog, and they can write about whatever they want. For now it is public, but it may go private, we'll see. They are super excited, so please go check it out here. I am sure they would love comments, to know that someone is reading.

"The last 97 hours have all come down to this"

Should I get one for Darren and Shelby? Or is that mean?
Thanks for the email Tiff

Disaster averted

I had 3 points leftover today. I love a snack after the kids go to bed. I decided on a Warm Delights mini cake. They are yummy and only 3 points. Since I often skim when I read I put the cake in the microwave for 2 min. instead of 30 sec. The cake is supposed to cool for 2 min. I stopped the microwave with 30 sec. left on the timer because my cake was smoking. I took one bite, and it was crunchy, not at all molten lava. I was going to eat it anyway, when I thought that this was SO not worth my last 3 points of the day, the night before I weigh in. I thought I should make a new one, and just throw the cake away, when another thought crossed my mind, I bet the kids would eat it, so I gave it to them. They loved it, and I made me a knew one (thanks to couponing I'm stocked on warm delight minis). Bring on the mom of the year award! Oh, my second cake was a warm delight!

My First 5k

I ran my first 5k last Saturday! It was awesome! My goal was to run the whole thing-no walking, and I did it. I wasn't going for a certain time, I just didn't want to embarrass myself, by finishing last or falling, or getting sick, or something like that. As I got close to the end of the race I started thinking about everything that has lead up to this race; losing 108 pounds (not a number I like to talk about, but there it is), gaining 40 back, and losing 20 of it again (I still have 20 more to go), learning how to exercise, and becoming any kind of runner. I'm glad I didn't wait until I was at my goal weight or some other thing that in my mind would have made it perfect, before I ran this race, I set the goal and trained for it the way I am right now. I'm glad that I had so many friends there and especially that I got to run with Tiff.

MY family was awesome! Darren loaded up the kids, including Carter, and took them to cheer us on along the way, then they followed us up to the finish line. My dad was there cheering us on. As I came around the final turn my family was there at the finish line still cheering. Seeing Shelby jumping up and down made me start to cry, not a good combination after running for 35 minutes.

I'm not ready to become a big runner, but I know that I could if I wanted to. I have to admit that I am pretty proud of myself that at 35 I ran my first 5k!