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Today I feel the urge to sit down at the computer and type an amazing post for this blog/journal. But I have NO idea what to blog about. I think my quota for crying about whining kids has been filled for the year. But when you are a SAHM those highlights of the day all seem like the whining, crying and carrying on by the children you are staying home with.
So as I sit here staring at the ceiling thinking about those things that I should blog about. The only really good highlight was early this morning while I was still in bed. NO!!! It wasn't that.....My husband would be way to happy if that happened. But it was a really weird, vivid, realistic dream that didn't make any sense at all. But I enjoyed it. Probably because I don't get out much. Any form of entertainment, including my own dreams is enjoyable.
Let's see how much I can re-tell for it to make any sense. Because we all know how dreams switch characters, places and moods from one scene to the next without any sense at all.
It all started in a 4 runner type vehicle. I was with my Hubby and somebody else. We had gotten pulled over by some weird truck with a tiny emergency light on the top of it. The cop that pulled us over wasn't a cop at all. It was some hillbilly psycho path with a partner and a super long shot gun ready to blast my husband. I knew this really couldn't happen because of my Hero LEO husband and his amazing skills and senses so I stopped the action in my head and rewound to the beginning. I warned my husband what was really going to happen. I jumped out of the 4runner and headed into a little tiny white car. Like an Escort of something...but much worse. It went soooo slow. But I was all ready doing what I had planned to do, distract the psycho path hill billys away from my husband. *side note not in dream*for those of you who have been there, the next part of my dream takes place on the Mt. Crest road that goes from Hyrum to Nibley, Utah. *end side note* I started driving up the hill towards Hyrum but the car is soooo slow going up hill the bad guys are catching up. I swerve into traffic at the top of the hill and pull a U-E. I start coasting down the hill. I am broadcasting over the radio station for those in the area to come help me. I finally get word that there is a farm just over the next hill where I can pull in and hide. I do so. I find a better car and hide in it. But people start coming out of the houses and start walking by me and noticing me. I was scared they were going to give me away to the Psycho Hill Billy, but they actually wanted to help me. Or so I thought.
**This is where the dream gets really weird**And I'm not in a chase any more
I'm at this farm house. And the head 'farmer' is Elliot from Deadliest Catch. This is his ranch and accepts me warmly in. I come to find out this is a polygamist ranch. And Elliot as a bunch of wives and children. There are also a ton of other guys here. I assume they are the other husbands of other wives. They offer me a place as a wife. I consider this as the time goes by but the more I hang around and talk to them the more I don't like it or want to be a part of it. And I'm confused at why these women still want to be here. It seems like they are almost trapped in being taking care of to leave. So one of the things I find out it is that we can still choose what church we want to go to. I comment to the other lady, "Oh good because I love the LDS church." And she said, "No, we can't choose any church. We can chooose out 3 churches he (the polygamist) says we can. Some other weird stuff went on that I found out about and I was not for it so I was ready to leave. One of my sisters...(Lori..hehe)...told me I was stupid for leaving and that I was not going to get anything better anywhere else. I started yelling at her that that wasn't true and she knew what I knew about the Savior and needed to just put her big girl panties on and do the right thing. All this was being said while I was hitting her with a little kids folding chair with Lightning McQueen on it.
I started gathering up my clothes. I shoved them in the 4 bags I brought with me. **which doesn't make any sense from the beginning of the dream** I couldn't find my huge "leather saddle bag"**don't know just a big leather duffel bag but that's what i called it in my dream**
I asked everyone for it. Because that is was I need to fit my baby Ben's clothes in to get the heck out of there. I asked Elliot, the Polygamist, who was sitting on a stairway with some of his wives around him for a garbage sack to use instead. He said yes but only cause I told him it was for Ben's clothes. He was stubborn and rude because I was leaving his ranch and wouldn't do anything to help me. He insisted that Ben get something to eat before I left so I agreed and he started to feed Ben some baked beans. While stuffing Ben's clothes in the garbage bag I get a call on my phone from my Hubby. He says that he was on his way to rescue me. But he couldn't find his mom. It was her car they were rescuing me with. He said she had gotten into a fight with some lady about the road construction. And then............
The End....I woke up.
I know....how could something like that end that way. I'm dying to know what happened. And I'm pretty sure I won't be dreaming the ending to that one.

A Pest Post

Remember when I said I was grateful for my garden that was doing so well? Well, I still mostly am. But lately we've had a lot of rain. And normally I'm ok with that. That is one of the great things I love about living in the Pacific Northwest. But too much rain is leading to these:

Too many slugs

Which eat to many veggies.

So I picked up some slug bait and hopefully that will control the bastards pests for the most part.

I know this is a miniature garden. I know it doesn't take too much work. That is kind of the purpose of the miniature garden. (Someday I will have the skills and area for a bigger garden.) I need to adjust my way of thinking and be grateful that part of the blessings of having a garden is learning to love the 'work' part of it.

Today is...

Today is mine and the Misters wedding anniversary. 11 years ago were married. He proposed the year before that on the night I graduated High School.

I've all ready told the How It Happened Story here.
So, on this day, I will share a few things that come to mind on what I have learned about my marriage these past 11 years.

• He won't EVER understand me . I won't EVER understand him. (But I kinda do because I'm posting this. His mind is a box. My mind is a bunch of circuits that go pretty much crazy all the time. He is male. I am female. We balance each other out. That's just the way it is.



• No matter how many times I tell him to try something new, or about how cool something is, he is not willing to try it until one of his 'buddies' says something good about the same thing. (But he denies that he does that)



• He is my best friend. If I had to choose anybody to travel, shop, fight, laugh, binge, veg or do anything with. He will always be my first pick



• My sex drive is never going to catch up to his.



• When I ask him what I should cook for dinner, he says he doesn't care, but will wrinkle his nose up when I decide on something he doesn't care for. But eats every bite plus some.



• The more a man looses his hair on the head, the more it grows everywhere else.



• Marriage life is pretty easy when both of us seem to have the same goals in the end. But when goals change for one or the other person, FAITH and HOPE and a belief in our Savior Jesus Christ is something that has to be present until the other person sets their sights on the same goal.



• I love Riggles more than anyone is this world. There is no other person here that means more to me than he does. These past 11 years of marriage have been a great blessing. Knowing him for the past 14 years has been so wonderful.

Happy Anniversary My Love!

A Not So Friday Confessional

I've been in quite the rut lately. I would like to put my finger on exactly what it is that is making me feel this way...but there is no one thing in particular. It's a bunch of trickle down things that all effect everything. It been bugging the Mister pretty bad too. He hates it when I get this way. And I don't want to be, but i kind of do. How bad is that?

Isn't that just great? I mope around, sulk, space out, occasionally freak out on the kids or cry. I know what I need to do to fix it. But the really depressing part is....I don't want to....YET! I know I can't stay like this for too much longer. And I really, really am miserable about it...which is basically making me miserable on top of being miserable. But, I will get over it! I will get back on track! I will be OK! I will ENDURE!

But even though this bit of depression has got me in the slumps, there have been many rays of sunshine to remind me that I am a happy person.

Such As:

The way our new kitten "Gibby" falls asleep

The way Ben and Quinna play together

The way Garrett is so helpful and becoming such a cool, kind, guy.


The way my garden is growing


The way the girls have been making up dances.


And when a 'depression' commercial comes on, my husband gives me a raised eyebrow look/smirk. He always makes me smile. (He makes me cry too...but not on purpose, I don't even think he knows he does.)


I'm thankful for the sunshine in my life.