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I've not written for over a month. I'm not sure I've ever gone an entire month without writing at least one post. Lucky you. :) It's funny how people perceive things----I was told by someone today that someone else told them that I was bipolar. Yep, bipolar. I'll let that sink in for a few seconds. Me. Bipolar. I'm a lot of things, but I'm quite certain that bipolar isn't one of them. I think it's because we've been through a bit of the refiners fire this year. Ok, more than a bit. I've had difficulty keeping my sense of humor. That doesn't mean I'm bipolar, people. Oh well. People will talk. It's what people do. I've come to realize that everyone is struggling with something or someone. No one gets out of this life unscathed. We're doing some beach therapy this week. I hope the weather cooperates.

Last night I began a perusal of my recent (and not so recent) blog postings and Facebook postings. Wow. What a downer I am. I apologize. If you're reading my postings you may come to think that I've spent the past few months curled into the fetal position and sobbing as I simultaneously drown my sorrows in bags of delicious chocolate. While it's true there have been tears and waaaay too much chocolate----there have also been laughs and giggles and joy. Perhaps that whole, 'you have to know the bitter to recognize the sweet' thing is more true than I had realized. I apologize for oversharing---or more to the point---making veiled comments and alluding to things that I don't discuss in detail. Is that oversharing? TMI? I'm not sure. Perhaps. Things that I've alluded to are not mine to share--and I wouldn't even if I could. So, apologies all around. I will do my best to be more upbeat and positive in the future. It's not that I...

Or so goes the popular saying. Perhaps it does kill you a little..... At least that is how it has felt sometimes. As many close friends and family know---it has not been a good time for us for the past couple of months. There have been some mighty heartbreaking struggles and challenges that we have experienced. I found myself at the Seattle Temple yesterday afternoon. I sat in the Celestial Room for ....well...probably over an hour. I wept and prayed and wept some more. Thankfully, I was alone for most of the time. It was peaceful--and peace was given to me, as well as some answers that I needed. I'm thankful to know that God is aware of each of us, of our struggles and our pain. I have felt the prayers of so many lately. I, and my family, have been lifted up and we are grateful. Thank you. I have taken a stand that is unpopular with the world---but I'm ok with that. I stand with the Lord and I heed His voice and the voice of His prophets. I cannot do other...

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May is coming, and coming fast. I know it doesn't come more quickly than any other month, it just seems to me that time is flying past me at warp speed. Soon it will be June. School will be out. Tick Tock. Tick Tock. Debido a la ultima post, que fue tan triste, cambiare' este post. No es que siento mas feliz, sino que se q' todo el mundo no quiere escuchar de mis tribulaciones. Hay bastantes, pero, pues.....hoy no. Here's an encapsulated-Readers-Digest-Version of why we were in Eastern Washington yesterday. Two days previously, Lance and I had attempted some 'Time Alone'. Apparently 'Time Alone' means we get where we're going( Leavenworth ), a pretty little Bavarian-esqu village over Steven's Pass, and our 'Time Alone' gets diverted into 'Whaddya-MEAN-BY-TRYING-TO-HAVE-ALONE-TIME?'. As we arrived, our suburban started sounding like a jet engine with a few bad parts. Plus, there was no oil pressure. 8 hours, $250 and...

I don't want to talk about Easter....or the Beach, although the beach cabin was soothing to my soul. I want to talk about honesty and about pain. I saw a friend, an acquaintance really, at the grocery store this morning. I'd stopped there after I'd rushed to the high school to deliver some pain meds to my girl. I called her name and said hi, she smiled and said hi. "How are you?", she said. "Fine", said I. I'm so far from fine I don't think I could find it in the dictionary if I tried. Why do we smile and say we're good when we are the furthest thing from it? Why do we lie? For lie it is---most often we aren't fine, we're not good or even fair. We're distressed and depressed and stressed and in heart wrenching agony, but we dress up our faces with false smiles and we present them to the world and we....lie. Perhaps because we've been told to stand up straight and smile so often by our elders. "If you can...

This was first published in 2004, but since I'm going through it again, I thought it appropriate to post again. And why, you may ask? It's because I have NEW Mutant Teenage Driver. Teenage Mutant Drivers 5.February.2004 I am a horrible driver. I’ve been doing it wrong for years and I had no idea. Although I have caused no accidents, nor participated in any collisions requiring bodywork or insurance agents, I am still Driving Impaired. The fact that I’ve never had a ticket doesn’t mean that I know what I’m doing either. How could I have gone for years and years thinking—nay believing that I was a safe and conscientious driver, you might ask? The answer is clear. I never had a teenager in my car with a Drivers Permit in her purse. Not only does she hold a legal document, entitling her to get behind the wheel of a car whilst one of her adult progenitors white-knuckles the dashboard, it appears that her license is also gives her…er, license to tell me every move I make is th...