Oops

When your son has a hobby such as this:


Creating such architectural masterpieces such as these...



He might spot the oats in the back corner. And this might happen...

I caught him in the act and bless his heart, he was so happy, I hardly had the heart to stop him. He was so excited, smiling from ear to ear, spreading the happiness of oat confetti. And look, he even put the lid back on. He is just so darn considerate. I've learned yet another lesson, and oats go up high. Like I can blame him, and even if I could, who could get mad at this face?

Ramblings

Kylee said I'm a loser because I haven't blogged. In an effort to regain the status of a winner, I am going to blog my random thoughts. I like to read people's random thoughts. So I'm going to write my own while I work on getting a legitimate family update put together.


*Every time I visit my friendly neighborhood gas pump, it politely asks me if I would like a receipt. Every time I politely decline. And EVERY time I receive one anyway. What the heck? If "no" really isn't an option, don't present it as one. Every time people.

*A word of advice. Don't eat a handful of your son's happy, colorful fruit loops just prior to eating your own bowl of honey nut cheerios. It will make your so called "healthier selection" look unexciting and taste very bland.

*I love it that Easton knows just what to do with a Tide pen. He finds one, takes off the cap and carefully rubs it on a non-existent stain on his shirt. Yes, he has quite a messy mother for an example.

*The above mentioned little boy would now like to play. So, that's all for now.

**Oh, and they moved Randon to work in the communities in Tooele/Stansbury Park. Sigh. Almost exactly the same commute time. But he sees many more people out there. Fieldstone changed to their summer hours now, being open till 7:00pm. That means Randon doesn't get home till almost 8:00. Don't love that little detail.

Don't Be Alarmed

Its just me.


Proof for my sister Cass that I cut my bangs. We made a pact and she has to as well. So there, Cass, its true! You better do it!

Just for the record, I do not worship the devil. I always see people doing this in pictures and I always felt left out of that hard-partyin club. Some people like to do it vertically. Sideways is much more hardcore.

Thats pretty much the excitement around here. We all got haircuts thanks to my lovely sister in law, Nola.

Oh, and I realized, I never updated about our job situation. Randon accepted a job with Fieldstone Homes about a month ago. He's been through training and is now a sales counselor at their Springville community. We are so happy and feel so blessed he even got a job. He doesn't exactly love the commute to Springville, or the fact he got placed in the community that gets the least sales traffic, but he loves the company and would love to work his way up. They treat him well, we can put food on the table, and we have health insurance. All is well. We are going to try and sell our home. Hahaha. Yeah. I know. Blah. The very thought of packing and moving makes me want to barf. But we feel blessed and we are happy.

Easton and I are going a little stir crazy. We want to play outside!! Bring on the warmth!

I'm going to go rock out some more now. :)