"I HATE YOU! GET OUT! I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FACES AGAIN!" Wow do those words carry a punch when they come out of the mouth of your sweet and beautiful little girl. I was supposed to start my Slim-in-Six tonight but after that punch in the gut I straightened my hair for my Big Date tomorrow night and am now enjoying a cup of Cocoa with whip cream (a rarity - the whip cream not the Cocoa). Any-whoo, MOM, I will keep a tab on the sidebar of my progress. Here is my weekly schedule:

Mon: SI6 stretch, clogging 9-12, SI6 tummy & butt
Tue: SI6 stretch, SI6 workout
Wed: SI6 stretch, SI6 workout, clogging 10-11:30 (switch with Thurs clogging)
Thurs:SI6 stretch, SI6 workout, SI6 tummy & butt (switch with Wed clogging)
Fri:SI6 stretch, SI6 workout, walking with girls
Sat:SI6 stretch, SI6 workout
Sun: SI6 stretch, SI6 tummy & butt (it is the day of rest)

I will put all my stats from the start date on the side board with the ticker. Wish me luck and keep me honest.

A Warm Cup of Cocoa to Dry My Tears...

So today has been a rough day. I don't feel like going into details because I'm not even in the mood to complain. Here is the quick list of disappointments.

(1) I had to cancel a spontaneous yet, most desired, trip to Canada to attend the Vancouver B.C. Temple of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Why? 'Cause when I started making photo copies of the kids birth certificates and such I realized that my passport expired in '08. Really, talk about being prepared with my oil when the bridegroom comes. Dear Han Solo will not go without me and while I can get into Canada and go to the open house, the US won't let me back into my country. Go figure. I cried for almost a day and still cry every time I think about it. My two bf promised to take pictures for me but that is as close as we will get.

(2) Got feedback from the first couple (or person to be exact) to come see my house...they hate it! Said our 'white tile' which is actually creamish is ugly and our back is undesirable. They thought we were over priced and had no interest what-so-ever in my sweet little home. I was determined that other peoples opinions would mean very little to me, but while this couple now means very little to me, I have begun to realize how much I do love my home and how hard it truly will be to leave it. Thanks a lot jerks! (sorry that was mean, I am sure they are very nice people)

(3) I think that the Republic has killed all the Ewoks on Endor cause my three beautiful little Ewoks are no where to be found. On the same note there seems to have been a baby boom on what ever planet Chewbacas come from cause there are tons of those running around my house and I swear they multiply like Gremlins every time I say "NO." (NO, I am not saying I am pregnant, despite what others dream, think, or say - we are done!)

(4) I went to Craft Warehouse today with a friend and saw that they now carry Amy Butler fabric, My Little Yellow Bicycle, and they had a new line from Basic Grey. These are all a few of my favorite things and now I have a bad case of 'the WANTS'.

Amy Butler (Love)

I know I want to make a pillow out of some of these, maybe a footstool pillow or a rollie-pollie pillow, I could go on forever. And this one I want to turn into a 'Liverpool' tunic for spring.

So, what's so bad about all this (4) stuff at Craft Warehouse, well we don't have the money to have 'the WANTS'. I did splurge at JoAnns today when I saw that these beautiful mugs I have had my eyes on for months (really it's been about 5-6 months since I first saw them) went on clearance from $10 a mug (REALLY? what were they thinking?) to $2. There were 5 left, how perfect is that. The other thing that I think I will splurge on is this Willow Tree Remembrance journal that is now available at our Deseret Bookstore. I have been doing pretty good with my gratitude journal but it is a composition book that I said I was going to fancy up. This is what it currently looks like. I think the Remembrance journal will be how I fancy it up. I also want to get a copy of Dieter F. Uchtdorf's new book "The Remarkable Soul of a Woman."

Maybe a certain Han Solo could fly the galaxies and return with these precious gifts in time for Mothers Day.

So now, that it took an hour to do all this, the Mariners lost in the 10th and the Blazer game is long over, I will make my third cup of Hot Cocoa in my new mug and take it up stairs to read my current novel "The Help" by Kathryn Stockett.

It's Nice to be Wrong.

This last year has been a moving year for those close to me. My three best friends moved over last summer / fall to two different states (Utah & Washington). Before this another great friend moved to Washington DC and even local friends moved further "down the road". Maybe I should shower more!?! Any-hoo, because I knew that I would be the next one to rent a Uhal, I have been reluctant to strengthen friendships here, let alone make new ones. I figured I still had one of my top 5 just "down the road" and that would be enough. Well I did become closer to one friend right off tha bat, but I knew that would happen. Then my eldest Ewok started preschool with a new bunch of ladies. Yes, I became closer to some 'church' friends and guess what? One moved this weekend and the other has her house up for sale with the same Realtor we are working with. REALLY, is this necessary!?! I yelled at myself then took a little self-evaluation of how well I was NOT making new friends in this area and came to realize that I'm not doing very good at it at all. I have in fact strengthened one friendship and formed two others that I never thought I would.

It is along these lines that I am glad to be wrong about a beautiful lady that is quickly becoming a dear friend. At first I thought that she either was (1) perhaps snobbish but very kind and working on changing it or (2) she really did not like the person I am but felt obligated to be 'friends' because our hubbies are friends. I WAS WRONG, on both accounts. My new impression is that despite her beauty, intelligence, and abilities she is not sure how others feel about her and where her place is in our area. (Funny how deep down inside we are all the same) I also feel she is kinda high strung about certain things and that makes her nervous and she does not like to feel that way so when this happens she removes herself (and children) from the situation. She is not abruptly leaving my house because it is not clean enough or good enough for her and her family, she just knows her limits. I think also she is a mover, she never really slows down for much, to eat or clean, or just walking. I am now excited about what I can learn from her.

This is what I will be writing in my gratitude book today; I am grateful for my new friendship and to be wrong about a person who confused me. I hope I can learn from this that I am too judgmental on myself and my perception of others and how they feel about me and my family. I need to stop projecting my insecurities thought others eyes. There might just be a chance that I will make some great friends here in the next few months and then miss them when I move. That is life, friends come and go and what is so wrong that.