Oh boy, Time out for women was a blast. Ok the actual thing was good-a little heavy on the desbook advertising for my taste but whatever- the messages were good, I enjoyed it but hanging out with these gals: UNMATCHED! So dang fun. I had a great time.
For my birthday I told Isaac I wanted him to work on being more thoughtful. (To which he replied "How?" and I said "That's what you've got to figure out.") Side note :I have a goal of teaching him how to celebrate...its a still in the distant "Someday" stage. But I might have help, after he had the girls camp kids speak on Fathers Day and announced from the pulpit that he wasn't into holidays but invited others to help in see it differently Bro Gillette did give him some good reason, so file that-bro Gillette, a good resource. ANYWAY. I asked him if he got me anything for my birthday to which he said yes, but I made sure it wasn't a big deal because I did feel kinda bad the year he got me my Utah necklace and I bought myself tickets home. Anyway, I'm holding my ace still, not really getting to go to Time Out last weekend was a GREAT present, but he did come through with a bag of chocolate turtles. Colt LOVED them and told me I better put them away or they were just going to be gone in two seconds. Ha funny kid. Oh and I found about 4 of them stashed in his backpack. Tanner thought they were pretty ok too.
I'm sure there's more. I went to RS enrichment, we tried to go to a soccer game but didn't last, the young man in our ward wasn't playing anyway so we didn't care. Isaac filled in as the seminary teacher twice this week. He rented a skid steer tonight so he is STILL dealing with that stupid project property. When I took the boys over tonight we couldn't find him but his phone is dead. So who knows??? I don't know what all...
I know we moved in June and my journal journal is still packed away in a box...I think its the box in my bedroom...but I know I'm losing the details of the days! Also its easier to keep the blog the happy little family journal when I have a different place where I write some of the more frustrating parts of life. Writing things out is just good for me. Soooo I probably need to get that out! Any in the meantime forgive me if a little grouchiness seems to slip in here and there.
Until next week...
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