Christmas is exhausting

Christmas preparations

Playing in the snow = cold hands and nose, a giant snow man, some good sledding crashes, and a lot of fun.


Christmas pictures= tears, yelling, and an angry mom.
"Mom did you know when you get angry and stomp and make that mad face Santa is watching and I don't think you are going to be getting any presents right now."
Thank you Addie

What Am I Doing Here?

Disclaimer: I am glad to have gainful employment. Really, I am. I promise. This post is not intended to express a desire to alter that state. OK maybe a fleeting desire but I also have fleeting desires to join the Air Force after watching "Top Gun" and Star Fleet after watching the new "Star Trek" so don't be too alarmed.

That said I did find myself wondering, as I was driving to work today through several inches of fluffy powder listening to loud music to keep me awake, what I was doing going north on I-15 and not east on Little Cottonwood Road. Yes, I know that sentence was long. My mind is thinking in run-on sentences right now. As in long runs that keep going and going and going...