Here's a few tips on how to successfully celebrate your birthday when you get to be old like me.
Start celebrating the day before your birthday. Spend the night in a hotel with your sweetie. No kids, no phones, no cooking dinner, no kids, no laundry, no housework, no kids. Sit in a hot tub a couple of times. Stay up very late writing because you know you can sleep in. Eat fattening food, don't worry about it because you're 44 now, been married forever and he still loves and desires you, so, who cares? Sleep in. Let the hotel make you breakfast. Go home to the kids and have them all say, "Happy Birthday, Mommy." (yes, I have teenagers and, yes, they call me mommy) Ignore the fact that you have kids and a household to run. Lay around all day, watching TV, playing on computer and don't do any housework. Take a nap. Go to the General Relief Society Meeting with your mom and sisters. Be sneaky and eat pie and goodies with older sister while mom and younger sister wait for t…
June made me laugh the moment I met her. She is a strong woman with the survival instinct of a lion. Her blog- Simply June- is one part funny, one part inspirational. (Then there's the reviews of Downton Abby, which I don't watch...yet.) Big thanks to her for sharing some of her wisdom here. Hi, my name is June. I am a Mother, Wife, Sister, Victim Advocate, Survivor, Friend and a daughter of God who thinks a sense of humor is mandatory when dealing with life. I share all the things that inspire, inform, support of or simply bring a smile to my face as well as others. Sometimes all you can do is laugh through the hard times, so why not practice and be good at it? Dark Blue fades to Clear
The saying goes "God will never give us a trial we can’t handle" and I think that's true but, we don't have to get through our trials alone.
Once, during a hot summer in Australia, I was driving to pick up Brian at work and while I waited for him in the car, I got really …
Today I started a new chapter in my life. It's called,
Your Mom Goes to College
As my first day at Weber State ended, I realized there are a few things that might happen if you return to school after twent--mffshh *ahem* a lot of years.
If your mom goes to college she might assume that buying a parking pass means she'll just arrive and find a place to park. When she spends 35 minutes trying to find a parking spot, she might start swearing. A lot. She also might almost hit another car. And then, when she realizes she's already late for class she might just park illegally on a residential street screaming "Screw it! Give me a ticket!" and then run to class.
She might arrive at her first class ten minutes late. Arriving late might give her anxiety*. Then she might spend the next hour trying to pay attention to the teacher while also wondering how much her parking ticket will cost.
If your mom goes to college she might search through the crowds trying to find some…