Burning Down The House: What Caused Our Economic Crisis?

This YouTube video has a pretty clear explanation of how we got in this current mess, AND which party is the most to blame.

Funny Satire Blog

I just found this hilarious blog - it's probably not so funny if you've never lived in Utah, but check it out anyway. It pokes fun at Mormon mommy blogs (in a nice way).

Evil

It's happening everywhere - women being killed without remorse for the supposed honor of their families. Obviously, it happens frequently in the Middle East and the Muslim parts of Africa. After my experiences in Europe, I'm not surprised that it is happening more often there either. And now these evil philosophies of the devil are finding their way to America. I wonder how much play this story is going to get in the major media outlets? Will there be the same coverage that Stacey Petersen got? Or Lacey Peterson? Or that girl vacationing in Aruba (can't remember her name)? I bet not.

Satan sure has many different ways of attacking the family. Encouraging men to treat women like dirt has got to be one of the worst.

Blue Potatoes

Look what I found at the Stuarts Draft farmer's market - new blue potatoes for 99 cents a pound! They're actually purple on the inside. I roasted them with a little olive oil, salt, and pepper, and they were very tasty. I poked around online, and found recipes for red, white, and blue potato salad. They also had new Yukon gold potatoes, which are super good, too.

Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary or Testing the Limits

Last night at bedtime:


K: I wanna go to bed.

Mom: Okay, let's go brush your teeth first.

K: Nooo, I don't want to brush my teeth.

Mom: (feeling rather tired) Okay, just go to bed.

K: NOOOO, I don't want to get cavities and have to go to the dentist.

Last Day of School

Every year on the last day of school, the teachers at the elementary school across the street give a very enthusiastic good-bye to the kids. Our neighbors brought out some watermelon, and we all sat under a tree and enjoyed the send-off.

Went to Target this morning. M is turning out to be a bad shopper. Lots of crying, cause she wants to get out of the cart and run away from me. So by the time we got out to the car, and I got everyone loaded in, we were ready to be home. Then I realized that I had left my purchases inside the store. Grrrrr.

Sniff, sniff

I have a great sense of smell. There's not much that escapes me in this department. When I was a kid I would smell the clothes that I opened up on Christmas morning and know which store they came from. I really ought to figure out a way to get paid for this talent of mine. I'm sure if I lived in a big city I could get a job testing perfume or something, except it would probably bother my allergies.


Anyway, about a week ago, I went visiting teaching to the home of an older couple. We went down in their basement, cause I had the girls with me, and they have a cool playhouse down there. So as soon as we get down the stairs I smelled an obvious smell of natural gas. I commented on it, and suggested that they call the gas company, but I could tell they didn't quite believe me. I know that sometimes older people lose their sense of smell, so my next plan was to talk to some of their children and get them to get on their parents to get it taken care of.

Well, last night she calls to tell me that she was thinking about what I said and decided to call the gas company. Sure enough, the gas man found three or four very small leaks. He couldn't smell them either, but his detector picked up on it. He told them that I must have a very good sense of smell.

Motherly Sympathy

It's possible that I don't have enough of it. Yesterday the girls and I were out in the yard, and S was barefoot, as she often is (I am totally in favor of letting kids go barefoot). She comes limping over to me at one point crying about her foot. So I take a look, and see a little thorn, and pull it out. She continues to whine and cry about it for about an hour, and beg for a band-aid. Now S used to be a very tough kid who could shake off most any injury, but lately she has turned very whiney - perhaps it's a five-year-old-thing. Anyway, that's my defense. So I continue to tell her to be brave, that it's no big deal, etc.

Then, I notice that our lawn, which consists mostly of clover, has quite a few bees in it . . . . and I realize that she had stepped on a bee! That explains why the thorn looked so odd - it was really a stinger. Oops!

Food Court Musical

This is so funny!