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Tonight when we walked out of the church after young womens, it stunk outside. This is not a rare occurance. It stinks where I live quite often. But one of the girls said, “It stinks so bad.” To which another replied, “That’s my dad. I bet you did not know he was so effective.”

How hilarious? The silliness of these girls is so funny somedays. jj and I had to teach Sunday school for all the youth in the ward because at the last minute all the teachers called and said that they would not be there. So of course jj turned to me. I planned the entire thing and then turned it all over to him. He did a good job, we played jeopardy. But one of the girls was talking about the “sea” that we live by. Nobody knew what she was talking about and then someone said, “The Salt Lake, that is a lake.” To which someone else said,” The Great Salt Sea.” He he. Funny kids.

Some of those kids cannot shut up though. It is like they are constantly building up pressure and they have to continually let it escape. These kids make me slightly crazy. But I don’t have to deal with them all the time, when I do though, it makes me wonder about the attention they are not getting at home. Why else would kids be like that? They are good kids though, just constantly talking. and talking. and talking. and talking.

If you are looking for a way to throw up, here is a good way to make it happen.

My sister told me about it and it is seriously disgusting.

Let the dry heaving begin.

Have you ever seen a sky like this before?

It looks like fire.

I love the light in this picture. One of the young women took it the other day at a corn maze. It was only lit by the flash and sparsely hung big Christmas lights.

Today was a fun day. The boy was fun, he entertained himself a little bit, giving me bits of time to myself. I was able to clean the kitchen and keep the house clean. He even took a three hour nap. An enormous rarity. He usually takes like an hour nap if that. The day went fast, it was a sharp contrast to yesterday.

It started off well, and quickly dwindled. We ate breakfast and I tried to clean up the kitchen. I was trying to clean off the counter and make some tea and put pictures into an album. The boy came over and knocked over my grande cup of tea on the pictures. I then had to lie them all out over all the surfaces of the kitchen hoping that they would not turn purple or lose their color. I was then forced to give up my hopes of cleaning the kitchen.

We then went upstairs to clean the bathroom, I took the broom with me. Things were going pretty well, I would give him a clorox wet wipe so he could do what I was doing. But he got bored with that pretty quickly and decided to play with the broom, which he started wielding as an s-word. It was funny for the first hit, the second infuriated me, the third hit I took it away from him and all hell broke loose.

He pretty much blubbered for the entire rest of the day. He would not remove himself from my thigh, if he could have implanted himself in my leg he would have. There was not escaping the child. That was pretty much the end of the happiness yesterday. I won’t endlessly describe the rest of the day, mostly because I seem to have blocked it from my memory.

How can these days, when we do basically the same thing everyday and all day, be so starkly different? How do the moods of a 23 month old child dictate the direction of a day?

Have you seen Mr. Davis’ face? Well if you do, you will know why my fear of deer has been once again confirmed.

Beautiful? No! She is looking to kill.

This kid came over the other day selling books for $38.00.

I answered the door when he knocked and we talked for a second and he then said, “Is your mom home?”

I really had to think about this. My mom? She doesn’t live here. Oh, the mom of this house. I replied after some major thinking, “I am the mom.”

He proceeded to tell me what he was selling and why and blah blah blah. I was like can I just give you some money to get the heck out of here. As I was going to get my money he asked, “So how old are you? Twenty-two?”

When is this going to end? Some of you may consider this a blessing. But I am getting kind of tired of being thought of as a teenager with a child. I have been 17 for the last nine years.

I cannot help myself. I have to get my daily fix of this website, sometimes, well usually more than once or twice a day. I am addicted to Hollywood smut.

Yesterday was the first day of General Conference. In celebration we went to the zoo. Hogle Zoo. There is no point trying to watch conference with a small child with no attention span. The zoo is a lot nicer than it used to be, which is nice. But it felt a lot smaller also. I remember it being huge. Of course I was a lot shorter when I used to go all the time.

Gentry loved it though. He has been talking about it all day yesterday and today. We will ask him what he saw there. Animals? Snakes? ssssssssssssss. Turtle? Zebra? Mice? Big Mice? Spider? Ducks? I have added the question marks because that is how he says it. Like it is a question, but really he is just excited about it and that is how he adds the emphasis. Elephants? We watched and elephant show and we were standing about 5-10 feet away from the elephant and then they had the elephant go over to another part of the arena. Gentry yelled, “Elephant come back!”

jj just walked in and is doing a sexy dance behind me.

Yesterday when we were saying prayers with Gentry, he was sitting on my lap. About half way through the prayer he turned around and touched my eye. It scared me and I jumped. He started laughing and then I started laughing also. jj just kept on with the prayer and then when he was finished me made us both sit in the corner.