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I've been thinking lately. Don't worry, I haven't hurt myself. I'm thinking small thoughts and taking it slow. I'd like to avoid an a brain hemorrhage. I've not always been the best person I could be. I've made mistakes in my life and have not been the best example of my faith and who I should be. If I've ever done anything to hurt or harm anyone reading these words (you know who you are) I'm sorry. I truly am. I'd like to think that I'm more mature now...better at being who I'm supposed to be but I still sometimes stumble. I'm so far from perfect that I can't even see Perfect from where I am. I'd like to think I'm on the right path though. I am trying. Anyway...I just wanted to get that off my chest. Now, back to your regularly scheduled life.

Usually the weekends are sort of ho-hum because Lance is working. This weekend was delightfully different. I've been feeling better since I've been going to the gym twice a day and so I feel more inclined to go out in public. (Yes, I know, hush) Friday morning as I was listening to the radio I heard a group on an early talk show that was going to be playing at The Triple Door that evening. They were a group from Argentina calld Los Pinguos . They sounded incredible on the radio and so I mentioned it to Stephanie. She said she'd like to go with me. So we went and took Alli with us after we dropped Ashley off. It was AMAZING!! I so wanted to get up and dance but Stephanie wouldn't. Ok, truth be told I probably wouldn't have anyway. Not only were these guys amazing musicians, they were gorgeous. My apologies for the picture, it was dark and it was taken with my cell phone. All the way home Stephanie kept saying, "I want one of those.....I want one of...

I know, I know. I haven't updated my blog recently. I have no excuse except that I've been busy running children everywhere under the sun, teaching and going to the gym twice a day. Yeah, you read that correctly. Weird, huh? We drop the girls off at school, then hubby and I hit the pool. Then later in the day when I pick the girls up from school, I go back with them. We're really getting our money's worth out of our membership dues in towel and water usage. So, life is busy but it's good. I'd write more but I've got to pick up the girls and then hit the gym. Again. Toodles!

Technically, I only have one boy. The Boy. The man-child I gave birth to 18 years ago. But I also have two other boys. Not mine by birth, but mine by heart. Dillon and Daniel. We spent some time with them on Saturday after going to my niece's son's fifth birthday. (that was a mouthful) They live down where we used to live so we don't see them on a daily basis as we once did. We don't have sleepovers anymore and we miss that. Here are my two other boys and my two youngest girls.

Oh, and teeth. Yesterday Lance and I dropped the girls off at their respective schools and turned our faithful gas guzzling steed south. I had a date with a bespectacled gentleman who wields sharp instruments and loud drills. I had cracked off half of my temporary crown and needed to have the permanent one put on. So, we drove. It was not only my date-with-a-dentist day, but the first day of the Puyallup Fair. To my husband this means only one thing: SCONES! . We devised a delightful plan as we hurtled south at speeds approaching non-legal limits. We would arrive early enough for us to stop, get into the fair free (First day of the fair is free day before noon), get our hand stamped so we could get back in later after my appointment and buy fair scones. It was a good plan. A yummy plan. A plan that involved food. A plan that made us happy. Apparently it made about five hundred billion other people happy as well. The first sign of how our morning was about to go was the four w...

If only it were possible to do just that. But I can't. Wish I could. I have three places to be tonight---PTA Meeting, Band/Orchestra orientation for fifth graders and another meeting half way across town. Now...to pick and choose. I have a lot of nights like this and I wish there were two of us to take on these things. I wish Lance didn't work the shift he does. Don't get me wrong--I'm grateful he's got a good job. I am. I'm just a little weary of feeling like a single parent.

The Sunbeams are four year old darlings at church and I was asked to sit in on their class and help today. I learned that Sister Perry is a wonderful Sunbeam teacher with lots of patience and love for her little class. She taught us about forgiveness and told the story of Joseph who was sold into slavery by his brothers. Joseph forgave his brothers for what they did to him and we should forgive those who have done something wrong to us. The best part? Coloring! We colored little finger puppets of Joseph and his brothers. I helped some of the kids color theirs and then we taped them up and voila! Finger puppets! I can understand why the kids love Sister Perry and why she loves them. The little ones are sooooo sweet and fun. Little Liam sat on my lap through the last two hours of Sharing Time and Singing Time. I was in heaven. I think I'd like to be a Sunbeam Teacher.

Yes, I know it was three days ago and I haven't updated my blog for over a week and I'd apologize but I got blogged-out by writing every day for three weeks during Ashley's Children's Hospital escapades. Two of our four children went back to school this week! They've both been so excited about starting up and seeing their friends and getting back on a schedule. I was thrilled for them (and to be back on a schedule again as well!) That and going back to work myself. :) Before we left for school, Lance gave each of the girls a father's blessing. He blessed them with the ability to make good choices in friendships this year and to follow the spirit in all that they do. It was a special experience for us and I'm thankful I have a husband who holds the priesthood. Because they went at different times, I took Ashley in the morning. Here's our newly minted 5th grader, decked out in her Van's shoes, shirt and jacket. Isn't she adorable? Our Allis...