Five for Friday

1. I'm just going to come out and say it, say what's bugging me. Maybe I shouldn't, but I'm going to anyway. What's with some blogs being so, in my opinion, fake? Does blogging bring it out 'the fake' in some people? Seriously So Blessed is right on. The my hot-amazing-super sexy perfect husband bit drives me crazy. The... my life is crazy fantastic, deliciously fun, wonderfully splendid, amazingly awesome bit is also completely overdone. The over the top description of it all leads me to not believe one word of what they are saying. Not. one. single. word. (Parent Trap reference, ha). I'm not talking about the women that love their family, their husbands, their jobs, their this or that. It's the over the top, fluffy, weightless, transparent blogs I've come across that drive me nuts. I'm awful, I know. Honestly though, isn't there a way to express your love for your husband/children/life/family/whatever publicly without describing it like that?

I think there is. I love Milo very much and know he is an answer to my prayers. I love my kids, they bring me joy, they teach me every day and help me want to strive to be better than I am right now. I love where I am at in life compared to where I was 15 years ago. I've grown. I've learned. I've struggled. I've enjoyed. I still have a long way to go, eternity in fact, but I'm working on 'it'. I love my job(s). I don't even mind my jobs of laundry and dishes and mopping and ironing (wait I don't do that one) most days, it's what I signed up for. We have clean clothes, clean dishes and a couple times a week if we're lucky, a clean house. Milo works hard, I work hard. We are a team. Some days are hard, some can be really hard, some days are harder than you could even imagine them. The good days are like that too.

There, it's off my chest. That's how I describe the life I love. In a way that's real to me. I guess if that way is real to them I need to shut my mouth. But really, how can it be??? (and if anything here, just help me feel like I'm not the only one that feels this way)

2. I gave my Grandma a perm today. She kindly informed me she's been waiting on the back burner for me all week. I've been too busy for her, ha. I told her I was going to take a photo of her under the dryer with her curlers for giving me a hard time. She didn't believe me until I went and got my camera. Here she is finally warming up and getting her hair set on rollers so she's ready for Sunday. These rollers are older than me people, vintage rollers! She calls this photo blackmail. I call it payback for making me order her pop for lunch, 'root beer with an inch of sprite, please'. They didn't have lemonade and according to her, I don't know what I'm missing with the root beer substitute. I'm sure she wants to kill me for this but I know she'll forgive me because one day this perm with go away and she'll need another one.

3. The boys played Wii while I permed away. They were good so I can't complain. Kat counted her change with her new digital bank. $16 in change to be exact. She only had to search for three pennies to make it even.

4. I stayed up until after 2am last night (this morning?) working on the handout for my 'exhibit' at the RS Convention next Thursday. It didn't take me that long to get it done once I got going. But I will admit it took me hours of staring at Microsoft Word to figure out where I was going to take the handout. What I wanted to write and list, who to quote, graphics or not. It's not really getting it done that's the problem, it's finding the vision to start at all. Almost done, whew.

5. Which leads me right into, I need a sleep intervention. I've been staying up way too late for quite a while. Probably since before Christmas. I get in awful habits like this and then they are so hard to break. I've done it before but I forget how I forced myself into a new pattern. Thoughts? Tips? Share them!

6. One more I thought of when I was writing about my need for a sleep intervention. Not only with sleep but I'm also in such a rut with any other healthy habits. Early last summer when I knew we were going to be trying for a baby I slacked off with exercising and somewhat with my eating because I knew we were trying for a baby. I didn't gain any weight thankfully but totally let the habits slide. Fast forward all these months later following surgery (majorly let go after that) and wow, is it ever hard to get those habits back. Baby steps, baby steps. And again, comments with tips, tricks and/or insights are welcome. I need them!