Take That Mother Nature!

Since winter never decided to show up in Utah, I decided to take spring into my own hands.  Our upstairs playroom has never been painted (other than what the builder put on the walls).  I decided it was time for a "spruce up" project.

I went through all the toys...organized and washed.  All the walls, windows, and blinds were washed and cobwebs  removed.  All the pictures hanging on the wall got shined up.  All furniture was vacuumed and dusted.

Nothing looks better than a fresh coat of paint on the walls and baseboards.  And nothing does the soul better than an organized playroom.

Next on the list...kids' room:  closets, under the bed, trying on clothes to see what still fits, paint touch ups and repainting the baseboards.

A great video

Blue and Gold....

*Somebody* got invited to the annual Cub Scout Blue and Gold banquet.  Carter will officially start attending the cub scout Wolf Den when he turns 8 years old in July, but he was introduced into the pack at the banquet. 

We've had a few conversation on what it *means* to be a Cub Scout.  Honest, helpful, hardworking, etc.  Carter was very excited about his new responsibilities.  So when Georgia had to use the restroom during the banquet, he promptly offered his services.  Georgia wasn't so grateful for the services offered!

We are excited for this new Cub Scout.  He is excited too!

Silence

I got my workout in this morning.  Whew...even if nothing else gets done during the day, I still got my "high".  That is all I need.

Got all the big kids off to school.

Drove Peachy to preschool.

Took a long nap.

Read my book for 15 minutes.

Finished painting the trim upstairs and just need to clean everything up.

Pick up Peachy from preschool and dropped her off with a favorite cousin for a playdate.

Bought a Costa Vida pork salad.  Ate it at the kitchen table.  Alone.  In silence. Alone.  In silence.

I could maybe get use to this. 

Lunch Dates

Each semester, I try to check each of my big kids out of school and take them on a lunch date.  They never know when it is coming or whose turn it will be (we had to have a talk about *taking turns* on lunch dates.  Everyone gets a turn, but not everyone goes first). 

Supposedly, it is very cool to hear your name over the intercom.  So they always come darting out of their classroom wearing an "ear to ear" smile!

We always go to Subway because I can't stomach Mcdonalds.  I love hearing about their day.  I don't talk much during lunch because my kiddos can talk a million-miles-a-minute.  Plus, they have my undivided attention. 

I LOVE lunch dates (and so do they!).

And that is why I succeed

I found this quote on a friend's blog today.  Love it!

"I've missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. 26 times, I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed."

~Michael Jordan

A Good Running Think

I had a hard run today.  It seemed to take forever.  I was alone.  My mind was making up every excuse in the book to turn around early.  My body was getting achy and tired.

Sometimes I wonder WHY do I do this?  Knowing my body is going to be sore.  Knowing I will be doing it again.  And again.  And again.

I found this quote today from Desiree Davila.

**March 2006 *“You give me miles and miles of mountains and I’ll ask for the sea.”  **Rarely are we ever satisfied with our performances. Even after our best races we might be content for a moment, but it is in our nature to constantly over-analyze and re-evaluate, finding seconds on the course, flaws in our race plans, what ifs… should haves… and could haves.  Are we ever satisfied? There is a competitive mentality that keeps us coming back for more, day after day, race after race, and year after year…  so at the end of the day only a small select few might actually walk away content. If we will all eventually walk away disappointed, then what is the point? Why do we step out the door each day?  If only one person can be the best, are the rest of us essentially failing?  I certainly don’t have the answers, but today I’ll walk out the door with my Burns tied tight and hopes of setting the world on fire firmly engrained in my mind. Odds are I’ll never wear an Olympic medal around my neck, but maybe…just maybe, I will. With that in mind I’ll take off down the road and put in the days work.  If we don’t try we’ll never know. At least I can find out how good I can be.  I can have an answer at the end of the days, and have a hell of a good time with the process.**

If I don't try, I will never know.  I have to try.