Realizations...Observations....Whatever you want to call it.

I need a mind recorder.
You have heard of voice recorders. Since I am not one to talk to myself out loud (not yet anyways), I would really like something that would record my every thought. That way, I could go back to whatever time I needed and be able to recall ALL the brilliant ideas I have.
(Yes, I have had a few...I just can't remember them)

A new washer/dryer doesn't make "doing" laundry any more enjoyable.
Sure it plays a little musical chime when each cycle is coomplete and it has more fancy buttons to push...but I am over it.
Obviously they haven't created a contraption that transports the load from the dryer to the table, folds it and puts it away.
I would sell my firstborn child for that appliance!
Maybe.

There will never be enough time.
So I mind as well get busy.
The past 12 months have been uncharacteristic for me.
I used to brag to my husband that I was an "expert planner/scheduler."
I tell myself its the whole "3rd child thing."
But I know that's just an excuse.
Procrastination + laziness = chaos
I don't like it. But only I can change it.

Its time.
Its really time....to get my rear end back to the gym.
Luke and I cancelled our memberships at the gym last year since we never went.
Last week we finally decided that it was time to go back.
Two years ago I began limiting exercise as I prepared for hip surgery.
2 months after hip surgery I found out I was pregnant.
Petunia is 10 months old and the "itch" is back.
Yesterday I got on the treadmill and for 40 minutes.
I haven't ran in a looooong time. Walked really fast, yes.
But ran, no.
It felt good....amazingly.
But not today.
Today I feel like a 33 year old woman who hasn't exercised in 2 years.

The nest is not complete without all of my chicks.
Sometimes it sounds really nice to have one of the boys gone for any amount of time. But it always sounds better then it really is. Last week Bubba went camping for a few days. The first night he was gone, things just didn't seem "right."
Whatever "right" feels like. There was no arguing....and it was very quiet.
In my house, that's just not normal, much less right.

Its really, really , really hard to be at work when Luke is at home frolicking with the kids.
Luke was sharing the upcoming week of events he had prepared and I stopped what I was doing in kitchen and said, "I wish I could stay home with you and the kids everyday and just play."
He chuckles and says, "You write a vampire book(s) and you can do whatever you want."
Turd.(He is of course referencing Stephanie Meyer)
I told him him HE needed to write a vampire novel.

What I see in the mirror everyday doesn't align with how I picture myself in my head.
Does that make sense?
In my head I still look like I did 10-15 years ago.
I am 33 years old.
I have had three children.
I have been married for 10 years.
I have spent A LOT of time in the sun....(and enjoyed every minute of it.)
I have wrinkles, age spots...and oh so many more delights. I constantly have to remind myself that I can never go back to 1994 and I need to appreciate what I am today. When I am 80 years old I am going to look at a picture of me from 2010 and remember how delicious I was.
Yes, I like the word DELICIOUS.

I think Peter Pan was brilliant.
Do kids really have to grow up??
At the rate I am on my knees praying now, I can't imagine what its going to be like in another 5-10 years.
In primary today, Tubbs accepted a 7 day challenge to try and be a peacemaker in our home. Bubba on the other hand did not and told me tonight "that it was too hard being a 'peacemaker' and that he forgets."
How do you forget exactly?
I had to give him the "choose-the-right lecture" and his eyes were rolling back in his head.
This is going to be so much more fun when he hits the teenage years and he is towering over me...I can tell.


There is nothing like shaving your legs to make you feel skinnier.
Thats all I have to say about that.
I should probably do it more often....
:)

My husband really is my best friend...and can talk me down from almost any ledge..
I am so thankful that Luke and I were friends before we started dating. (I can remember him giving me dating advice)
So funny to think back on those EARLY days. (Maybe he was giving me bogus advice on purpose!?)
Hmmm....
Anyways--I think I could be stranded on a desert island forever with this man and be okay.
(I don't know...let's hope that never really happens and I find out otherwise) :)

You bring about what you think about.
Last year we participated in a marriage class at church and this piece of advice has helped me through MANY trials.
Find the good in each day.
That's what I aim to do.
I may not always accomplish that goal, but the great thing is I have a new chance every morning when I roll out of bed.