Wandering The Desert Alone... With Two Kids

On Monday we head out for the yearly pilgrimage out West. But I can't seem to get excited about it this year. Not sure why. I am sooo complex and mysterious.

Cough.

It may surprise you that I repress a lot. The repressed stuff is manifested in chewed fingernails and fluctuating weight. Which I think is part of my problem.

Or it could be the three-day drive.

Granted, I did that third day to myself when I decided this was the year for the Grand Canyon.

But it calls to me.

But not too much. One sunset, a sunrise, and we'll be on our way.

We're going to have breakfast in the canyon with my parents, Uncle Roger, Aunt Judy and cousins. It's a traditional family childhood memory that I want to pass along to my girls.

But that's not at the Grand Canyon. It will be later, in one of the canyons outside of Salt Lake -- I can't remember which one is which because I grew up in Minnesota where we do lakes. Sorry for the confusion.

We'll do the parade at Grandma's on the Fourth, of course.

And we'll go to the Oquirrh Mountain Temple Open House with the girls to see the temple before it is dedicated. That's at the top of my list.

Then there will be visits to family and friends. But I'm cutting the pace and number way down this year... so maybe only half a million. After all, I'm planning on two weeks instead of the usual four.

Unless I change my mind.

Then I would be around for the traditional Harry Potter opener with Karen. And maybe a trek up to Idaho, the place of the Fabanich. Fireworks on the 24th of July. Hanging out with Housley girls. Another half million visits to family and friends.

But right now I'm planning on two weeks.

We'll see.

Deep Thoughts

d - - b

AOL says that is "listening to music" but when I look at it I see dweeb.

Not that listening to music makes you a dweeb. After all, I have an IPod for all the running I do... consistently and with much discipline.

What does this say about me?

Summertime... and the blogging is easy

I finally had some time to check on my blogging peeps. Then I had time again (!) and got nothing. How rude. Apparently my peeps are too busy to update their content. Don't they know I want to be amused? How can I live vicariously through them if they have a life beyond the blog?

Then I realized that I haven't posted since the end of May. Oops.(How did it get to be the middle of June?!) Generally by this time I've hit the road or am making plans for it but I haven't been able to summon up the desire for either.

I guess we're easing into summer this year. I'm almost out of scheduled activites, though, so I will need to find some more or get the heck outta Dodge. I'm open to suggestions...

Last week the girls had sewing camp with Sister Whatcott and made darling pjs and matching "sleepover bags." Of course, we don't do sleepovers. But after the first day of soccer camp this week Anna came home and repurposed hers as a gear bag. Bet noone else has a pink bag with fairies.

The girls have been swimming with friends but I have yet to bring them to the pool... they are out in the sun a lot at soccer camp. And we had guests last week (miss you, Settles!) It may be that I am still trying to figure out how to disguise the thigh zone. Completely. But my options are limited.

How is it that men, ridiculously able to retain nice-looking legs whatever their age or size, have myriad options while I must expose this big ugly truth? Whatever.

I'm taking suggestions on that, too.