blogging...what's that? and my frog....

I'd like to say, I have a pretty cool husband. He has always been supportive of my "blogging addiction". Weird to say "blogging addiction". I don't have that anymore. I have more of a "blogging divergence". Back to my pretty cool husband. He has always been super good with me sitting in front of the computer blogging when, looking back, I probably should have been spending the time with him. Ty makes "adventures that are blog worthy". That is why he is always so good with me blogging. He comes up with 99% of the activities that go on the blog. Then every year they go in a book. And Wala. I have done my scrap booking, memory keeping and some slight journaling. Doesn't get cooler than that.
Except for now.
Cool husband has done multiple things that are "blog worthy".
I have a baby who is TOTALLY blog worthy.
I have a blog divergence that screams "don't even THINK about sitting down and writing!" it's also turned into a journal divergence. Horrible. *Random note about Emily: I have 7 journals from when I was 8. They have recorded almost everything that I've ever done in my life. I used to be SOOO good. and blogging was super cool too. Because then when I wrote about my cool adventures, I could also have pictures! man. I haven't written in my journal since a month before Payson was born.* I'm lucky if I can blog once a month. I can put pictures on...maybe. I have like 5 posts started. But finishing them. To heck with it. So hard. I can't be clever when I write anymore (not that I was ever super clever) and I have bad English/grammar skills and now that I don't want to write, the grammar just get worse, because I don't care. And just posting a bunch of pictures...boring. Well I guess at this point it'd be better than not posting them at all.
But since this baby stuff came around. I don't do much anymore.

My thinking time has become the shower. It's the only time I have to myself anymore.

I have actually been reading though...still. Even with a baby. Amazing I feel.

Reading "The Great and the Terrible" series. Great books. Makes you think about Gods plan and the way Satan tries to deceive us. Except it has frightened me. Turns out Tyson and I...We don't have any food storage. I lied. We have 3 cans of beans and 3 cans of rice. They are 3 years old. I wonder if they expire... Anyways I'm terrified now. Guess it was the Lords way of making the thoughts come into my head about food storage. So upon mentioning this to Ty, those who know Ty can imagine him when I say this, has taken off with this. He has papers and research and all sorts of information on food storage and emergency preparedness. We have now started our food storage....well a blanket, bag, water, flashlights, batteries, pretty much everything except food--storage. What type of food do you put in food storage when you're broke and can't afford those dehydrated foods?

I should exercise. Sometimes I do. Sometimes it's a good workout where I sweat profusely, and most of the time it's a seriously lazy walk. . .but I'm still moving, so that still counts right? Mark Twain once quoted "Eat a live frog first thing in the morning and nothing worse will happen to you the rest of the day." I have tried that tactic with exercising. (Exercise being the frog...) However I have come to 2 conclusions about that. Conclusion one: What Mark Twain didn't take into account was the regurgitation of the frog and the having to re-eat it. You see when I exercise, I have to shower--and wash my hair-- after. (I guess I don't have to, but for the sake of those around me...I do.) which is the regurgitation part, and then I have to re eat it, because I then I have to do something with my hair...and face...and get ready all over again. Crimmeny. If I don't exercise, I can go at LEAST 2 days without washing my hair...4 if I had a really lazy week. Conclusion two: Why couldn't we just kiss the frog? Then we could possibly get a prince as a reward for exercising...