Keepin' it Real - February 2014

Let's be honest. Things are not always the way they seem. If you only see "the best" stuff, you might have a false sense of perfection going on. Let's dispel at least some of that. Starting with the fact that this post has taken me more than one day to write. Seriously. It's not that I can't type -- I'm either fiddling with it to get it to say what I want, or I got interrupted, or uploading pictures took a while..... it's always something.

I usually take about 10 or 12 pictures of a subject for the blog, hoping that I'll get one or two that will make the cut and get posted. My photography is more hit-and-miss than planned great photos.

For every nice background you see, there's usually a messy background right behind me, or just out of camera range.

Emma is not always an angel. (that's a shocker, right??) Last night, as we came home from our Superbowl party, we had an all-out meltdown when she was told that she could not make a snow angel in the front yard. Boy howdy, I'm pretty sure the neighbors could all hear the screams.

I grilled burgers the other night in the cold (and dark). They were more than a little pink in the middle still. Yeah. I am completely awful about meal planning more than a day in advance, and sometimes not even that far in advance. Hence -- those hamburgers happened because Todd happened to buy buns, and I could get the burgers straight from freezer to grill. (Note to self: let HIM do the grilling!)

There's something dark that's trying to grow in the grout lines of my shower.

I should own stock in the company that makes Mickey Mouse Chicken Nuggets.

I am chronically late. And I hate it. Somehow, I have taught my daughters to be on time or even early, but I can't manage it myself. Can we say New Year's Resolution?

I steal knife-fulls of peanut butter, straight from the jar. And lumps of brown sugar, right from the container. Not at the same time.

Probably more than you truly wanted to know, right?

I have a lot to work on........









P.S. I do love teaching Seminary. Shh --- don't tell anyone. I want to keep that job.
 It's the one place I go that I'm not late for. (Though I'm never as early as I'd like to be.)