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I read the Book of Mormon on occasion. I am no scriptorian, but it has been recommended that as a Mormon I should read it everyday. I am closer to once a week. In my weekly reading, I read in the Book of Ether about Akish. Feel free to correct me at anytime here.

Generally, how I remember it is Akish was the daughter of someone who was in power. To get her father out of power she danced (probably a little like the Pussy Cat Dolls) for a guy. The guy decided he wanted her to be his wife. She told him that she would marry him if he brought her her fathers head. I have not finished this tale or I don’t remember how it ends, but I would have to say that it is more than a little gory. And this is recommended reading for members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints.

I believe the Book of Mormon is another testament of Jesus Christ, but it is bloody. I was telling jj about this this morning and he said if they made a movie about the Book of Mormon it would be rated R.

So last night at my book club, we discussed These Is My Words. Which I have talked about here. It is a story of a woman at the turn of the century when Arizona was being settled. There are wars with the Indians (Native Americans), people are killed and scalped by them. There are bandits hanging around waiting for times to rape women and children. It was a lawless time, a time when you took care of yourself.

So, a woman (who happens to be in my ward) came to the bookclub and had not read the book. Every time we said killed or raped or died, she scrunched up her face and said things like, I am glad I did not read it. When the talk turned to sheepskin condoms, which I guess was a form of birth control back then, she got up and left. I was more than a little irritated. Real life is rated R, not by choice and you hope those things never happen to you. But they do, and pretending that things don’t happen doesn’t make them go away or not happen. Facing the issues and being prepared is more productive and more realistic than wishing them away.

Annie did a great review of the book, which I also recommend.

My, my. What do you have here? Could it be bananas in little boy slippers?

Obviously, where else would you keep them? This is similar to the time I found my clog full of raisins, somehow I prefered the clog filling more than this.

Trying to thwart anymore attempts at black eyes.

:: the idea of the boy eating actual food ::
:: the book that may make it happen ::
:: boots like superman that can help you fly to the things you want ::

:: mangoes ::
:: the sun coming out to warm me ::
:: warm little bodies to snuggle with ::
:: going outside to play ::

Remember this lady.

I want to keep going to the playgroup, but I am getting frustrated with other moms abilities to watch their kids, or lack there of.

One child at the play group was putting hula hoops around other kids necks and pulling them over. He is like five, everyone else is two-ish.

What do I do about this? What if the mom’s are not punishing their kids? Do I just give up and stop going? What do you guys do when people are mean to your kids? It is so frustrating to me. Can I tell other peoples kids what to do?

Also, I put Gentry in the daycare at my gym for an hour this morning while I worked out. He came back with an extension to his black eye. It now extends down his cheek and is really blue. Several people asked me what is wrong with his face today. I did not beat him. I wouldn’t. Do I let the gym know that my son came back with a huge bruise on his face today or is that just part of leaving kids in daycare?

I get the child food. It’s what I do, it is almost what I live for. The other day I was getting him some completely nutritious and natural snacks out of the pantry, Hershey Kisses.

To reward me for my kindness he came over and bit me on the butt. It didn’t really hurt, it mostly just scared me. But I yelled at him because I was startled by the pincer in an unexpected area and jj made him have a time out. When I was safely out of his site I burst into laughter, the silent and deadly kind. I did not want him to know he was so hilarious.

That is the last thing I need. A land shark who thinks he is funny. I keep imagining his little teeth sinking into my ample rump.

I had a great big list of things to do today, including visit Ross (the store, not a relative or friend) that just opened up near us. So exciting. Something that was not on the list, pruning the bushes in the yard. But the kitchen floor was just mopped and I could not get around to get other things done, so Gentry and I headed outside for just a few minutes to do a little yard work and diggin’.

The pruning went very well, so well in fact that I cut off the tip of my left thumb. I did not really see it happen. I just put it in my mouth and ran to find jj. I told him I had hurt myself and did not want to see it. He made me put it under running water and looked at it. It is not bad. I don’t need stitches, but I think that I am definitely going to miss the tip of my finger. I don’t think that it will grow back normally, I will always have a little indention. Fortunately, you don’t need your left thumb to type.

jj took over the house work for me and finished making a lovely St. Patty’s Day feast. We had corned beef and fried cabbage which is strangely like candy, and whole wheat biscuits. Besides being my nurse he turned into my personal chef, what a great guy.

While he was making dinner and I was supervising, Gentry was running around looking through a view finder and ran into a wall. He is going to get a black eye. This one is not from us, I would just threaten it with my mind powers. When we put him to bed tonight he had major purple and blue bumps around his eye socket. In the morning he will probably be completely black and blue. I feel so bad. He did not really care though, so we went outside and he ran around like a crazy guy.

We will have to survey the damage in the morning, on both of us.

I keep thinking of things that I am going to have trouble doing. Changing diapers. Flossing. Unbuttoning my pants, I already had to have jj do that for me. I am sure he minded terribly. I may have to wear stretchy pants for several days in a row now.

:: this print :: jj for getting me the print :: this and this and this and this etsy shop ::

:: finding old jeans that I still fit into, the really comfy ones with the holes in them :: wearing the old jeans, they are cool again ::

:: having a little warm hand wrapped around my finger as I walk around Gateway ::

:: the guide by borne :: for once in my life I see pure love staring right back at me ::

:: true affection by the blow ::

Things move pretty quickly around here as you can see. I am working on having a better attitude about my little two year old. A friend gave me tons of good advice, I am so thankful.

Today we went for a walk around the neighborhood. We threw rocks off this bridge and dug in the dirt.
I love were I live. It is so beautiful. There were little purple flowers abloom on our walk, I picked a few for Gentry. I could smell them all around us and feel the way they made the air around them just a little bit warmer. While we were looking for rocks to throw he found a little one that was shaped like a heart. I could not throw it, I have it in my pocket.

These cartoons are hilarious.

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