Friday, April 23, 2010

This week...


I just thought I would give you a run down on my week. Life is insane here. I find myself eating more doughnuts than I should and exercising less and less. But, I am serving. Serving in my ward, neighborhood, and my family. Serving brings blessings. Who needs a skinny butt when you can have blessings of hapiness. I always try to tell my kids, when you are having a hard day and feeling down on yourself, go serve someone else. That seems to be the solution to alot of selfish depression in my opinion. Jeff is taking Garrett to father and sons tonight. He has horrible back pain and is going to suffer through it and camp for the night. We are so glad we have a boy to take camping. The girls and I are off for a girls night. Dinner and bow making. Maybe a little Pride and Prejudice after.

Here is a poem:


When the day is long and hard

And life seems much too fast

Just remember all is well

You could be living in the past.

Good thing we arent on the trail

sleeping in a dirty shirt,

Bathing in the nearby stream

and Pooping in the dirt.

We could be eating flour and water

searching for buffalo chips

or praying we wont be scalped or

eaten by wild um..........


I dont know, you finish it.

I would love to hear your ideas.

4 comments:

The Giffords said...

I agree! Who needs a skinny butt anyways right?! Love the poem, but have no idea how to finish it. My mom says thanks for taking care of the prom slip!

tippychelle said...

Eaten by wild... CHIMPS....or Pimps....or angry lips...

I think you might be slightly happier serving with a skinny butt verses serving with a larger butt....BUT the difference is minute in the forever scheme of things. (except if the service involves some type of bending over (like weeding or picking up etc) so that the large butt becomes the focal point of other peoples eyes then I would say the smaller butt outweighs the service that day)

(Let's) GO FLY A KITE!! said...

Skinny butts are over-rated...donuts are not! BTW...QT has a mean maple-frosted longjohn! :d

Stef said...

Gnats....Seriously. That would be the worst way to die. Little bites, over and over. Killed by those little pesky pests.
Maybe they could gnaw off some of this big butt that I have. Two birds with one stone. Amen.
Here's my pyblic blog address.... just in case you get a chance.
http://fiverreasonstosmile.blogspot.com/

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