Visitors

This weekend we were blessed to have visitors from all over! First, we ended up with Jake and Amy from Idaho crashing at our house, and they're always a good time.

Then Mark and Kelley from Chicago came to visit, along with Gary and Noel from Seattle.

If only Kate (who hasn't posted in for.ev.er) were here, we would have had friends from each time zone chillin in our back yard.

It was like old times, except I didn't take one picture, and I'm okay with that.

Don't mind the lack of link to Kelley's and Noel's blog, they're private, so unless you're invited, fuggedaboudit.

I heart visitors, so if any of you (you know who you are!) ever get out thisaway, you can totally crash here. I'm just sayin'.

A Short On Shorts

So I have a problem. Well, I probably have lots of problems, but one that's bugging in particular.

No, it's not the way my belly jiggles like a Jell-O mold when I run.

No, it's not the fact that my skin looks like a 14 year old boy's.

It's that when I run, my shorts, they creep. Up and up and up, until I feel like my vajazzling is hanging out. It's not really, I hope (I'm pretty sure it's not!), but I start to feel a little immodest.

I know, most normal people wear compression shorts under their running shorts. I tried that. Problem is, since they are, well, compression-y, they give me the worst muffin top Ev.Er. It's gross. It's like the Jell-O mold exploded and there are Jell-O Jiggler bodaggits bouncing around under my shirt. It's really quite ugly, and not nearly as funny as the explanation. So I quit wearing them.

Now, I don't run in the 1980's version of running shorts, just so we're clear. They are not made out of neon nylon, and they don't have slits up the sides all the way to there. They're just regular Under Armour shorts, not of immodest length. I trade off between the creepers, and my longer shorts, which don't creep, but are hot and a little cumbersome.

So I guess my problem is this: Do I wear the compression shorts and jiggle down the road, surely to garner snide and hilarious comments from drivers as they pass, or do I skip the compression shorts, and hope to all hope that my vajayjay stays covered and just pretend like I don't notice the creeping?

What would you recommend as a passerby? Would you be more apt to notice a jiggly middle, or shorty shorts that look like they are being eaten by Ladytown?

Discuss.

Because I Was Tired Of Hearing Them Fight

I woke up Saturday morning(ish), and the first sound I heard was my kids fighting. So since I had to do it anyway, I had Emma throw on her shoes, and we headed out for a run. I intended on it being a mile or so, then dropping her off at home, and finishing my 5 miles alone, but she insisted she could make it.

So we ran.

7 miles to be exact. She kept up most of the way, and we only walked up the biggest hill, and probably the last 2 miles. What a trooper. I'm a little sore today, and she's pretty sore.

But I was tired of hearing them fight, so maybe next time she'll learn that if she gives her sisters any crap, she and I are heading out for a run.

Mother of the year right here.

Time Flies

Go here to read my thoughts on the last 2 years.

Pioneer Children

I survived. Barely! For those of you not in the "know", Sean and I were a Ma and Pa on Trek last week. We had prepared for this literally for weeks. All that running I have done sure came in handy, that's for sure.

Here we are before we started. At this point we didn't have our "kids" yet, we hadn't loaded up our handcart, or even started getting dirty. That would all change right after this picture was snapped.



And here's the first "family" picture. I have to say, I was worried about being in charge of 8 kids, especially 8 teenagers, but they put all my worries to rest. Every one of them was amazing. Not one drama queen, and they were all super hard workers. See those 2 cute girls on the right? It's always the quiet ones you have to worry about. More on that later.

Setting up our first camp after trekking for 4 miles was tough. It was hot, we were tired, and all we wanted to do was take a shower and eat. Sadly, showers were 100 miles away, and the food was still hours off. We hung out and got to know our family. Turns out I am related to one boy, and his cousin was here visiting from Arkansas. He was also related to another boy in our family, so we really were like an actual family! After we took this picture we ate dinner, and then square danced our little hearts out. Sean was tearing it up out there in the cow pattied field. I was proud of my Pa.

And here's the quiet mischievous ones. Each morning we were woken up with the sound of a siren from our leaders bull horn. Everyone joked that they were going to steal that bull horn so he couldn't wake us up so early. Well, the last morning, we were woken up by the sound of a stick hitting a pie plate because somebody finally followed through with their plan of stealing the bull horn. About 15 minutes after the wake up call, we hear through the bull horn, "Everyone, please go back to sleep!" coming from our girls tent! These innocent little girls had stolen the bull horn the night before and slept with it all night! I was so proud of them! I do love a little mischief once in a while.


And here's two of my favorite Ma's. These ladies are exceptional people. I am so blessed to call them friends.

Trek was such a wonderful experience. I wish I could put into words the feelings that working hard and playing hard under such different circumstances produces, but unless you've been there, you just can't explain it. My kids endured blisters, heat, and the women did an incredible job pulling the cart up the hill on the womens pull. My boys even carried one of my girls for a short distance, each taking a turn so they could get her to the medical tent in a hurry. She was fine, but it was still scary and heartwarming to see them take such a responsibility for their sister.

I would do Trek again in a second. I loved it, hated it, grew so much, and discovered that there is no way in Hell I could have been a true pioneer. The Lord sent me here at this time and place for a purpose, and although life is still hard, the physical struggles of the handcart pioneers would have killed me.

A Plan Of Action

Remember how my husband lost his job? Remember how we moved back to Utah for school? Remember how we gave up much of what we had so we could afford to live on savings and my sole income so Sean could go to school?

That is our plan.

I just thought I'd reiterate that point since sometimes I forget that there is a greater purpose to all this.

Tell me we aren't the first people in the world to go to school with kids and no job. Tell me it's a noble cause, and we're doing the right thing. Tell me it's okay to want for things and not be able to have them because it's only temporary and soon enough things will be fine.

I promise we're not deadbeats. I promise Sean isn't just lying around being lazy on the days he doesn't have school. I promise that despite his pretty loaded down schedule, he still applies for numerous jobs, pays the bills, does laundry, and cleans the house.

I know so many people who go to school and work. I admire that. I really do. And trust me, if that opportunity came our way, we would totally do it too. But at this time, there is no other choice. Jobs aren't plentiful for what Sean does, so pickings are slim. It's not a matter of if he wants a job, it a matter of there just aren't any out there.

But again, we have a plan.

I just need to be reminded. Again. I tend to forget. And I think some people think we're just being lazy. I promise, there is a higher purpose to all this. One day it will be worth it. One day.

Free To Speak

Happy 4th of July. Even though it's the 5th. But since today is the holiday from work, er, I mean school, I'm celebrating today.

So here's to freedom.

One of my favorite freedoms? Freedom of speech, of course! I love being able to say what I want, when I want, and to whom I want. That pretty much rocks.

And all the others are pretty awesome, too.

So take some time today and say whatever the heck you want, just because you can.

And then remember our other freedoms, and the fact that they are priceless.