Weather Prediction

The weather man predicted the "worst storm ever" according to Emma.
High winds and rain are on the way.
Temperature will drop 30 or 40 degrees.

We spent the afternoon outside on the grass creating a cardboard masterpiece, eating granola bars and enjoying 75 degrees.


I love this time of year.

Procrastination

Dave gave me a gift today. He took BOTH kids to the BYU game so I could have 5 hours to myself. I don't really get the entire 5 hours to myself because two hours are set aside for the General Relief Society Meeting scheduled at 6:00 PM. That leaves me three hours.

I only have ONE thing I must accomplish during that three hours - prepare my lesson for Relief Society tomorrow and write a short talk for sacrament meeting (is that two things?). My stack of notes and lesson materials seems to be repelling me. Every time I get close to it, something else seems more important. I HAD to take a 15 minute nap that turned into 25 minutes. Then I HAD to get the mail and go through all of it. I HAD to run the dishwasher and unload it. You know I am procrastinating when I put my least favorite job in the whole house (unloading the dishwasher) ahead of something. It has been awhile since I played the piano without helpers, so I HAD to spend a few minutes at the piano. Not to mention the trip to the kitchen to eat the final cupcake from Emma's birthday party last night. And for some reason I was drawn to the computer to check my blog list.

Blogger's Block

I've got a CASE OF BLOGGER'S BLOCK, a most serious condition in which I can't figure out a way to make my very normal life interesting to my vast blog readership of about 30 people (just guessing). I have your best interest in mind. I want my blog to be a blog that I would want to read if it wasn't my blog, but no matter how hard I try my mind leans toward subject matter that includes:

Buying enough Diego-themed Underwear that I don't have to do laundry for at least a week while Nate is being potty trained.

Sliding down a cabin staircase on a blow up hiking mattress during a recent Relief Society Retreat. Yes, sometimes it is fun to act like a kid.

Staying up until 2:00 AM reading "Fablehaven" even though I know it is a bad idea and I will regret it tomorrow.

Carrying around an "Adoption: It's about love" tote that I earned after giving a presentation about failed adoptions, wishing I knew nothing about this subject, to an audience of caseworkers. (This blog will have content one day since the social workers specifically asked that I create it.)

Planning an amazing 6-year old birthday party even though I told Emma that this was her off year and she would not be getting a big birthday party. I can't help it. Parties are fun.

Attempting to keep my house stocked with enough snacks for my kids and the neighbor kids.

Feeling a little sad that another year is coming to a close with no adoption news for us.

Finishing my Christmas shopping early enough to avoid all holiday crowds and make it possible for me to go to every holiday function I want without worrying that I still have shopping to do.

Grocery Shopping at 10:00 PM in order to avoid turning my shopping trip into a workout while I chase uncooperative children from one "I want it aisle" to another.

Do you see my problem? It is what it is and I am happy with it.