Silly personality traits of mine.
Erika inspired me to write down some silly personality traits, I am sure they will not be as funny as hers.
Some of my dumbest fears are not the ones that you would think I would fear most. Like locking doors while I am home alone or carrying a cell phone while walking at night. Even walking through a dark parking lot alone returning with two carts of groceries during my midnight trips to wallmart. I have never been afraid of the dark or getting robbed or kidnapped even though I once had a pretty good scare all I did was laugh histerically at my friend (whom will remain unnamed) scream profanities at the pretend kidnappers who had outnumbered us and had every opportunity of shoving us in their van with a getaway driver and the whole works.
No what do I fear...
I fear going to public pools and getting whatever gross stuff that may stick to my wet feet or my children's feet. Yuck. I am guilty of wearing my flipflops right up to the edge of the pool and then taking them off only to hope they are still there when I get out.
Yet the silly thing about this is I have no problem swimming in any lake or pond- as long as I have some type of shoes on. ( My mother would tell you that I never wore shoes when I was a child).
The next silly thing is that I fear becoming fat. But I do not diet or even think of dieting because I am too busy enjoying brownies, cheesecake, otter pops, snow cones, and icecream. I do some exercise but not even close to the amount that I would need to burn off what I eat. I would like to learn how to eat healthier but I don't think I want to give up the good stuff. (yes I grew up eating cake, donuts, muffins for breakfast)
I think I have the ability to predict what bad will come to my children, and I am a little overly protective. For instance I am always telling them things like "don't run on that kitchen floor you will slip and fall and crack your head open" I have a huge fear of children falling on hard sufaces like cement or tile and hitting their heads. I can actually make myself feel ill just thinking about it. I am working on this one so that my poor kids can still act like kids. My mother would tell you that I thought I was invincible as a child and did things I would not think of letting my kids do. Like bungi jumping on a date in highschool, or climbing to the top of a train bridge while the train went underneath and nearly rattled me off the bridge. Riding big wheels down water-runoff tunnels that were pitch black. (my poor mother)
Although I did not grow up with choas at all being the oldest of only two children, the house was quiet most of the time and things were always in order and the house was always clean, I somehow have adapted to choas. I almost need it to survive, now this must have come after marriage and twins. I sometimes sign myself up for way too much. Like callings in the church or volunteering at school. Everytime I think I can handle the load I have, I seem to justify that I can add to the load. Like right now being a fulltime student, I am thinking I need a part time job and perhaps a fulltime one would make life more interesting. Maybe it is a boredom thing, I am not sure. Funny how things can change.
The kids started this habit of spoiling our dog. We discovered that Titan loved ice when we dumped the leftover ice from our cooler out on the grass last year. He rolled in it, liked it, and chewed on it. He also loves the snow, hence the nickname Polar Bear came along. Well the kids decided that he needed to have giant ice cubes during the summer so every day they fill up a container with water and freeze it so that he can have a refreshing treat. They have even added pieces of food to the ice cubes like something you would see at the zoo. I am amazed that they have been constistent with spoiling him. Now if I could get them to be consistent at something like making their beds everyday.
Loving Summer!
For some reason this post is all out of order and I can not move these pictures, instead of spending too much time on this you will have to put up with it. Sorry.
The wedding party.
The final leg of our journey was arriving at my parents house in White Mountain Lake, for those who do not know where in the world this is, it is near the town Snowflake and Showlow. They live "out in the boonies" on 2 acres of desert land and cedar trees right next to my grandmother who owns 8 acres right next door. This is a picture of my parents house or 5th wheel trailer. They have made it very comfortable after installing this huge roof to take the heat directly off of the trailer. They also have solar panels installed for their only source of electricity, a well with water and a septic tank for sewer. The love living here and the grand kids love to visit.
The kids like to ride the four wheelers and there is plenty of space for them to do so.
Another favorite activity is hunting rabbits and finding indian pottery pieces. This is Jayden's collection. The big piece is not from this trip but the rest of the many pieces are just from this trip. He also found the neatest arrowhead, which sadly he lost while building a tree house.
