The Battle

Just a little snippet from Sunday School...

One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people. He said, “My son, the battle is between 2 ‘wolves’ inside us all.

One is Evil. It is anger, envy, jealously, sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance, self-pity,guilt, resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride, superiority and ego.

The other is Good. It is joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, kindness,benevolence, empathy, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.”

The grandson thought about it for a minute and then asked his grandfather,
“Which wolf wins?”

The old Cherokee simply replied,

“The one you feed.”

Where are you going for dinner?

If you could choose to eat ANYWHERE

what would your choice be?

Tyson would most certainly choose

STEAK and Shrimp

Dillon will always choose eating on

a PLATE over a bag

Me? Well, I perfer a tablecloth

and a CLOTH napkin.

But Jeff ...

He will take a paper bag, a paper napkin and

a "double-double" everytime!

Dear St. George,

How I hate your dark, red dirt. I soak, I spray, I soak again but still you choose to stay. Take a lesson from your brothers up North. They have chosen NOT to live their lives cooped up in the pants of baseball boys. They have chosen to leave and return to live in the natural habitat. Follow them St. George dirt... follow them! You will be happier and so will I.

Frustratingly Yours,
Krista

P.S. And another thing. Why do you put little holes in brand new baseball pants? Has enduring the hot summer sun made you angry... bitter?

Sociable-ing?

Will you be joining us for The Sociable this year?

Oh come on, join in! We lined up the bands ourselves, so it should be a rockin' good time!

Plus, it will be the
20th Anniversary
of our very
first date.

Check out THE SOCIABLE's new website!

Lack of confidence?

I think NOT...

Only Hummer... Only Humm!

Where goes the TOES?

Have you ever felt like you were "drowning"

but there was no lifeguard to save you?

I have ... lately. I don't really know why.

Maybe it's trying to find that balance between being a

"good mom" and a "nice mom".

Maybe it's the realization that within the next few days

all of my waking moments will be consumed with

baseball (love it but it's exhausting). Maybe it's just simply...

the weather.

Whatever the reason,a lifeguard looked at me one day and said,"You want to come along with me?" I longingly answered,"Oh PLEASE! Take me. Take me with you!" And he did.

I loaded my suitcase full of flip-flops with an extra spring in my step. I turned my toes on the cold and entered into ... HEAVEN!










As much as I wanted to, my lifeguard assured me that it wasn't safe for my toes to be present for this particular photo. Since he was trying to save me, I listened.

The the last night .. if toes could cry, mine would have.  For they knew that in only a few short hours they would, again, be covered with sock and shoes as they headed back to the airport.

And ... we're home.

Lifeguard, come back!! 

I need more saving!

Lifeguard!

Lifeguard!

Lifeguard!

Lifeguard!

Lifeguard!

Enjoy your disposable diapers.

Let me introduce you to the number of hangers my 17 year old son emptied last week. Keep in mind that his undershirts, jeans, sweatshirts, sweats, Under Armour and baseball pants (ALL of which are worn daily)

do NOT have hangers...

You say you can't tell how many there are?
Allow me count them for you...
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 ... 33.


Are you asking yourself how this is possible?
Hummmm, so am I.

Dearest Blog Friends...

THANKS for stopping by to check on me and my fam! It makes me smile when my counter gets another number on it... and it makes me giggle when you leave a comment. Sometimes, as a stay-at-home mom, you feel like you live in a bubble. Somehow having this blog has made me feel like I'm interacting with the world. Does that sound pathetic or what?! Oh well, I don't care. It's true. So THANKS for being my on-line pals!

On another note (completely)... I just wanted to let you know that the GHS Baseball is offering a fairly inexpensive way for you to advertise for your business (or your husbands business). For more information CLICK HERE. If you leave me a comment, I will send Tyson over with a letter. If you choose to call the coach just tell him I sent you!

Happy Day to one and all!

Bye-Bye Board Boy

My oldest sons has been the MENACE of Utah High School Girls Basketball for the past 3 months. How does he do it? With a simple WHITE BOARD. Does he work alone? No, he has 6 or more assistants. What does he write? Well let's just say, it has to be approved by Principal McCluskey before it is allowed to be held up high over head. Has anything ever gotten by the principal that maybe shouldn't have? Ummmmm, unfortunately yes.
Is the white board all there is? Definitely not. Just a word of caution for the opponent, you'd best be served NOT to throw up an air ball early in the game. Even the media would agree. CLICK HERE for the story. Sadly enough, the season has come to a close. Although Tyson's favorite time of year is approaching, I think he would agree that the WHITE BOARD will be missed. Although, I think #21 from Morgan would beg to differ (poor girl). I think she and many others will be happy to say...

Bye-Bye
Board Boy!

Nights like these.

I can't sleep because I am mesmerized by what I see out my window. My family has all turned in and I am alone. It is so quiet as the snowflakes gently tumble down and rest upon the world around me. I can see them through the foggy midst that hovers over the beloved valley I live in.

As I watch, my feet stand still as if they are immovable. And these gorgeous white flakes seem to whisper to me, "Sit. Rest. Don't rush away." And so, I sit. I find myself feeling oddly calm and peaceful. So much so, I can't talk myself into taking the short walk to my bed.

Finally, as I reverently turn to go, pangs of sadness fill my heart ... for I realize that nights like these will soon be gone. Sigh.