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Another day in Orem

We decided to stay another day in Utah and then head for Las Vegas in the morning. Should be hot fun.

We're taking Steph down to the BYU campus to show her around and then I think a drive up to Deer Creek Resevoir and Bridal Veil Falls. I have some fond memories of Bridal Veil Falls from college.

I spent the day yesterday with China (Chee-na) I lived with her when I lived in Valencia, Venezuela. We've kept in touch all these years and I adore her. She doesn't look like she's aged a bit.

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I took that with my camera phone in Annabella's living room. She'd given China and I some Malta. For those of you gringos that have been to Venezuela, you will vividly recall this drink. I'm not sure where she managed to get some up here. She was so excited to give it to us and ..... we managed to drink it.

Ok, and here's my little venting of the day. I cleaned out the suburban with the kids (Ash and Ally) and we vacuumed it. By the time we were done I was HOT. So I bathed Ashley and then showered myself. The whole time I'm in there washing my hair this is going on.

Knock knock. "MOOOOOM! Can I use the bathroom?"
"NO, because I'm in here!"
Next child knocking. "Mom???" Then a bunch of muffled yelling.
"Whatever it is you want can wait till I'm out of the shower!"
More knocking and muffed yelling that sounds like they are in peril of losing a limb if I do not walk naked from the shower and immediately throw open the bathroom door to render them aid.

That's not happening.
More knocking and I heard Ashley yell something about needing her clothes that are on the floor in the bathroom. The very ones I peeled off of her so I coud give her a shower. She wants to put dirty clothes back on her clean body. FILTHY clothing.

"Go away and leave me alone, just once I'd like to be in the bathroom and not have the entire universe NEED me to come out and do something for them!!"

Then there was silence except for the water cascading down over my head. Cold water.


  1. Pammy,

    Why is it that nothing seems to happen until mothers start enjoying a nice hot steamy shower, then all hell breaks loose? I never enjoyed a shower uninterruptedly until a couple years ago!

    BTW, I was raised on malta. Even when we lived in Iowa my parents were able to order it from Chicago. To us it was a staple and my grandmother always said it was "good for us."

  2. Did you like it though? I never could quite like the stuff. I'd drink it in order not to be rude but still.....

    If it was ice cold, then I could get it down with no problem. Warm Malta pretty much made me gag.

  3. your last sentence reminded me of how hard women work and that it sometimes seems invisible.

  4. Anna, Our work goes unnoticed unless it's not done (What? No clean towels?).

    Pammy, I love me a frosty glass of malta. True, warm it doesn't attract but that's not the way it should be drunk.


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