My Hubby's Travels

John just got back from Washington DC and I missed him so much it was like being without one of my limbs. This picture is of him and his best friend, Brent, who used to be his boss in Fillmore. Brent lives in DC now.

John brought me home a poster of some beautiful Japanese art, which we both love, and a T-shirt, which I asked for. He also brought home really sweet gifts for the kids and Lisa and my Mom. Really thoughtful gifts, too, not just lame souvenirs. And he told me several times that as he was experiencing the incredible sights in DC, he was wishing I was there with him because it would have meant more. How sweet is that? I, of course, was wishing I was there, too. We have yet to take a really cool trip like that together. I've always wanted to take an extended Church History tour. I've seen a few of the sights in Missouri (Independence, Liberty Jail, Far West, Adam-Ondi-Ahman...I have no idea if I spelled that right), and they were amazing, but I've always dreamed of seeing Nauvoo and Palmyra. Someday.

This week John is in Mississippi for a computer crimes conference. I'm feeling like a single parent these last couple of weeks. I'll be so glad when he's home and doesn't have to travel for a while. I miss him.

Apparently I've been tagged...

Being very new to the blogging world, I wasn't quite sure what being tagged meant until now. But, hey, how fun to share random facts about myself that I'm sure you will all find very fascinating. So, here goes...

1. I have been madly in love with Gene Kelly since jr. high. (If you don't know who that is...SHAME on you.)

2. I HATE seafood.

3. I want to be a marriage counselor

4. My husband, John, and I got engaged after dating for a week and a half

5. I was in a Japanese commercial when I was about 12...it only aired in Japan so I never saw it.

6. I went to Theater School for the summers I was 15 and 16.

7. I love to shoot hoops when I'm stressed out...it relaxes me.

I don't follow 7 blogs yet but these people are now officially tagged:

Dawn
Lisa
John

Clothes shopping

Today, I thought I would go shopping...just a little something to brighten my mood. Well, instead of brightening my mood, it left me in a total funk for the rest of the day. I should have known. Don't ever go shopping for clothes when you have been trying and failing to diet for over a year with no results except the kind you don't want. That's right...I've gained about 20 lbs. in the past year instead of losing it. Is anyone else weary of this battle? Next time I will go shopping for something fun like cute stuff for my house.
Nope, Brittany, I haven't started South Beach yet because I am totally LAME! I keep finding reasons to put it off. Like John going out of town for two weeks and I can't do it without him...Waa, Waa, Waa. Sad story, huh? Well, I'm getting just about sick enough of not fitting into my clothes...My will to do something about it should kick in any day now.
I've been thinking about how much I want to be a good example for my kids when it comes to...well, everything...but right now, being healthy. I don't want them to struggle the way I have.

P.S. Clearly I am not a die-hard blogger, so don't anyone expect posts very often. There aren't enough hours in the day and most of the time other things have to come first.

Dream or Vision?

So, at about 4:00 this morning, Emily comes into my room and wakes me up. In my groggy state I hear something about how Schelby isn't in her crib. I make a noise to indicate I heard her and then she tells me there's a boy in there. Now I'm awake. What boy? I ask her. That boy in Schelby's crib, she answers. Assuming she has had a dream, but still a little curious, I follow her into her room. She points at the crib and says, "That boy." Then she stops, pauses, and says, "He turned back into Schelby." Ok, so I tuck her back into bed and she seems fine, albeit a little baffled by what she just saw, or thinks she saw. I go back to bed and a few minutes later Emily sneaks into the hallway, turns on the light, and runs back to her bed. I go into her room to tuck her in again and tell her to stay in bed and she mentions the boy again. I ask her if she wants to tell me more about it and she says, "That boy looked like baby Noah." She definitely had my attention. Ever since Schelby was born I've felt like I would have one more baby and that it would be a boy. Lately, I've been wondering if maybe we should just be done. So, it could have been just a random dream of a 3-year old, or perhaps a little reminder. Who knows?