Bad news or good news

I never know what to think when someone gives me the choice of bad news or good news first... so I tortured my husband, Andy, and let him mull over which he would rather to start. 
A:  Bad first
Me:  Scotty has informed me that he would like to be called Scott. 
Then I gave him the good news... friends of ours are sick.  (How is that good news???)  He didn't have to worry about nursery on Relief Society night at the church.  I know a bit twisted in my mind I know.  The boy is growing up that IS good news and friends sick is bad news.

How do you deal with the flying years?  And how do you cope with bad news?  Well for me, getting the two mixed up today helped me put things back in perspective.

Thank you.

It never expresses the depth of feeling.  But without these little words that are so simple sorrow, contempt, and apathy would take its place.  How profound have been the moments for a little act or effort one can notice our attempt to serve and love.

We need each other.  We depend on God for support, we admire soldier, we are nourished by our parents.  Often the word left unsaid has greater hold on our regret.  Yet, feeling it is so insufficient, we leave it unsaid.  Have you ever been insulted when someone expressed their thanks?  So why do we feel guilt or shame at the simplicity of those two words?

Reach deep, remember often, express gratitude to all for everything.  Don't let another good deed go left unacknowledged.  And may we be patient, for all is seen that we do, even when someone else has done as we, and left a good word unsaid.  All over the World

Carrying a heavy burden

I find it hilarious how groceries can lead to such drama.  It's not enough that children pull everything off the shelf, try to color on the credit card scanner, or scream bloody murder when you put them back in their car seats (Which has the added benefit of piercing eye from all who can't wait to call CPS).  Then there's the self inflicted torture of being certain that it's better to carry EVERYTHING that barely fit in the basket on two arms that are trying to multitask trying to corral the children into the house, while, I might add, they stand in front of you while you try to reach around them, without bashing them in the head, to unlock the door, then immediately the park their cabooses just beyond the threshold begging to be released from their perceived straitjackets and you attempt to not knock them over during your rapid flight to the kitchen table.  There's even a dedicated Facebook page.  I-will-carry-20-grocery-bags-so-I-dont-have-to-make-a-second-trip

Who the heck ever thought plastic bags were a good idea.  Better yet, why don't I follow my husband's council to make trips?  Well once their in the house and I leave without the toddler, the screaming commences and if I leave repeatedly to avoid the problems of attempting to be a superhero grocery bag carrier, then I need to watch for the hug that will be thrust upon me and the repeated outbreaks upon my immediate departure.

So, as usual, with children there are no solutions, but it doesn't keep it from being a laugh a minute as I put my own mortality and imperfection back into proper perspective.  I'm certain the dramatic trip to the grocery will continue to be necessary, and I'm sure that by the time he graduates high school he'll actually be helping rather than 'helping'. 

But since we all aspire to superhero status, I'll put the question to you.  What's your record and how many can you carry?

Peanuts

My childhood often comes to mind when I laugh.  My mother had an extensive collection of paper back comics with Charles Schultz's works.  My brother, Tom, was the most avid reader of these books.  No one in the world laughs like Tom.  I think he giggles from his toes and chuckles with ever ounce of his being.  You would think he hadn't read it before.  But after the umpteenth time through he laughed like the first.  So which Peanut character is most like you?  I've finally come to the realization that I'm Lucy, for good or bad.

After watching It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown with my kids again last night I was reminded of the joys of my youth.  Mom made all our costumes; some quite elaborate. I'm much more grateful of her talent this year as our costumes aren't quite up to snuff.  Long after Halloween was over we'd up and raid the attic rack for another adventure in dress up for no particular reason.  Much to my delight, my boys find great fun in doing the same.  So as enjoyable as it is to receive the chocolate milk duds, twizzlers, and nerds, all the more I relish in the coming generation finding pure and innocent joy in the humor, adventures, and imagination of youth. 

Repeal the 1952 law NOW!

 A law was written onto the books as of 1952, but has not, until recently been of great effect to me.  I have come to find out this law crosses all political affiliations.  It is undeniably the fodder and the demise of our country.  Though, I've yet to leave the boundaries of my beloved nation, I believe the law that was written into existence has now been the cause of much international problem.  I plead with you friends and all who read this to do all you can to ensure that you use all within your power to have it repealed.

Please review the following link and comment so we can begin to pursue a more effective course of action.law