Wednesday, June 23, 2010


Have you ever had something that had to get done, but that you absolutely dreaded doing? I'm sure you have...and if you haven't there is something wrong with you. Anyways, I'm dreading a butt load of work that has accumulated in my week of's daunting and just the thought of it sucks my motivation clean gone. I should probably just get back to it and slowly chip away the stack, but seriously just the thought makes me want to cry. See what half a week laying around in PJ's watching M.A.S.H will do to ya!

all right back to work....brick by brick my friend :(


This past weekend was busy, crazy, good, bad & tiring all rolled into one, and sickness seems to multiply all of these elements. Friday, we headed down to Provo for a birthday dinner, and headed back home around 9:30 so that we could get home before too late. We all failed to realize that the 15 would be under massive weekend closures. So there we were stuck in bumper to bumper traffic at midnight, not to mention I had a full bladder. Needless to say it was hard to find a happy place for me. My poor car companions must have been miserable stuck with me trying, unsuccessfully, to not whine.
Saturday dawned early and after Friday nights adventure, my voice was gone. As a kid I dreamed of loosing my voice all the time...I knew it would be great to go to school and have an excuse not to have answer the teachers questions. It's funny how reality somehow dulls your wildest dreams as a child. Needless to say it was a rather long day of trying to keep things organized with no voice to do it with. The good new is that we made more than enough money to get our girls to camp. Among the craziness of Saturday, the newest Nephew of the Sullivan clan entered the world. He's fat, happy, and as Helen said "a good little friend". A happy way to end a crazy long day.
Fathers day was of course busy, but we ended the evening with a rousing game of uno and home made popcorn. We came home tired and ready for especially. Only sleep did not come. I coughed and coughed and coughed, until I thought I couldn't cough any more, but still more coughing. I determined that I couldn't do another night of 3 hours, so to the Dr. I went. Now I have a trusty inhaler and some serious cough syrup to get me through those sleepless nights. I'm sad to report it hasn't quite stifled the cough, but I'm sleeping better. Sadly, Roy is not enjoying my sleep as much. Apparently, with my nose still fully congested, I'm snoring at unregistered levels, and consequently, Roy has been driven to the couch these past few nights. Now we are both praying for a fast recovery so that sleep once again returns to our house.

Sadly, the crazyiness of the weekend was only added to when two kids from our ward were hit by cars. T was hit outside of our church during our fundraiser, and although it put a damper on the rest of the day, we were glad to hear that he only had a few stitches and a broken thumb. J sadly is not doing so well. He was hit by a truck Sunday night, and is still in critical condition. These moments in life are always eye openers to the reality of how precious a gift our mortal time is. It makes me realize how much time is wasted in my life on things that really don't matter. God has given us a great opportunity to make and prove ourselves, and hopefully we each learn to use our time more wisely.

Friday, June 18, 2010


Here I sit soaking up my own river of disease. I feel yucky...I mean real yucky. I haven't been able to kick this nasty whatever for the past 3 days, and that makes me not happy for 2 reasons.

First, this just happens to be the weekend that everything is going on...mainly our girls camp "ALL DAY" fundraiser tomorrow. I can't afford to be sick, I've got to be on the top of my game, but instead I'm just trying to manage enough energy and motivation to get up in the mornings.

Second, have you looked outside? The weather is beautiful...mid-eighties perfect. Where can I be found? Lying crumpled on my couch, or near horizontal at work watching this weather pass me by. I could be planting my flowerbeds, swimming in my pool, running at the park...but I'm not.
Instead I'm sick,

and I'm not ok with that!

Tuesday, June 8, 2010


Whilst sitting down last night, slicing away at a watermelon, all I could think about was how much I absolutely love watermelon. It's just so dang good, and they are finally coming back into season. I find that summer is only bearable with good camping trips, lots of water, and of course copious amounts of cold juicy watermelon. I love that my nieces and nephews will grab a slice in each hand and greedily devour them clear down to the rind. It really does my heart good!
Sadly, my love of watermelon is only matched by Roy's disdain for the watery fruit. He considers it a waste of space, and not worth a second thought...poor kid doesn't know what he's missing out on.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

.the duldrums.

A funk is upon drive to accomplish anything is pretty much drained out of me. The cupboards are empty and I have no desire to fill them, my house is slowly deteriorating before my eyes (although I actually made the bed today), and I have projects that need to get done, but have not even been touched. This includes planting my flowerbeds, catching up on my reading, and posting recent updates on the blog. But all I can seem to muster is getting to work everyday and posting about what a slump I'm in. What is to be done with me folks?