Oh and Liz, this is for you. You probably are the only one who thinks a video of my child is interesting.

PS You will hear my favorite word at the end.

Up through the atmosphere, up where the air is clear!

My husbandola called me from work today and said, "It is windy outside-you should take Chloe out to fly a kite!"
And I said, "I don't know how to fly a kite."
And he said, "How old are you?"
And I said, "Almost 29." (barf)
And he said, "How do you not know how to fly a kite?"
And I said, "Well why don't you come home and show me."

Or something like that.
So he did.
"Child!-Over there!!"

So Don tried to teach me. And I am logistically challenged in most everything, so he told me after a few failed instructions, "Okay, you are not qualified."

So he got Chloe to help instead.

And then he just gave up on both of us.

Once a particularly windy gust came, he really got "Chloe's" kite soaring.

He kept telling Chloe to come over.

But she preferred the swing. "I wanna swing high Mom, swing high Mom!" (No, no, no,Chloe, "swing LOW" Name that movie)
Finally he got her to come over.

Or rather I had to physically transport her there myself.

Things were going rather well until Don said, "Don't let go!" (And I said, "I'll never let go, I'll never let go!!" Name that movie)

And of course...Chloe let go.

And then we (Don) had to try to get the string out of the trees.

Failed.
I told Don it was unfortunate his plight in life is to have two women who don't listen to him.

I (we) don't do it on purpose.

Well at least I don't.

We love our Don.

I love the month of April.
I am so glad it is coming.
Birthdays.
Anniversary.
Parties....

So I am happy.
But I wish this next Monday would roll around sooner.
I have a date with destiny with my OB to see what the heck is going on.
I am glad Easter is this weekend to keep me occupied but man is it really only Tuesday tomorrow?

Patience is not my strong point.
Drives Don crazy that I can't even get home with a pizza without sampling a slice in the car.
Or that I put empty wrappers on the grocery store conveyor belt.
This is probably a result of my parent's poor parenting.
Kidding...that is just the thing these days...you know...blaming your flaws on your parents.
Good thing I am practically perfect, as well as my parents.

Oh except for I am not patient.
As previously mentioned.

Today has been marred in frustration.
I dropped my cell phone and some how it slid underneath my fridge.
I tried to get it out but only managed to cement it's irretrievable position.
Even Don failed at getting it out.
And he is no quitter mind you.

Also:

Melissa's Rental Movie Reviews:
"The Blind Side" Loved it. Poor Sandra.

"Bright Star" Jane Austenish type of movie without any of the humor or happy ending. If you like poetry and melodrama romance than this one is for you.
This one was not for me.

"Ice Castles" This movie requires no comment as the mere title should give away its watchability.

My piano teacher made me play the theme to "Ice Castles" way back when.
This was his idea of pop music.
He frowned upon pop music.
"Pop music is junk music. It is really only 3 chords repeated over and over again."
I got this lecture quite frequently.
He only really liked Bach, Beethoven, Shubert, Shumann, Brahms, etc. etc.
I suppose I should have been exited to get to play a "pop" song.
However I was like 10, and never saw the 70's movie "Ice Castles."
But I believe "pop" music is by nature current.
So Dear Piano teacher, I must disagree that I was allowed to play "pop" music.

I also learned to play "Beauty and the Beast" and "Everything I Do, I Do it For You"...also known as the longest pop song of all time, and the song that you NEVER EVER EVER want to get stuck dancing with the smelly lurpy guy that tells you you have really pretty eyes, and then sings the song to you, while you are dancing to the last song at the church dance.
You know it's true.

Dear Journal,

Our Country is currently in a Civil War of Words....

It is nasty.

I mean really nasty.

But it's politics.

That is why I have a love/hate relationship with it.

I am definitely not politically neutral.
But I don't like to argue (except about nonconsequentail subjects like who makes the best pizza and how expensive shampoo is WAY better than Suave)
And so I try to bite my tongue.
But sometimes it is hard.
And I bet my friends on the other side agree.
Isn't it weird how people you love and respect can have entirely different opinions than you do?

Anyway. I have no solution to this.
Just things that make you go "Hmmmmmmm."

Oh, and I made my Texas Sheet Cake. And it was divine.
No other chocolate cake can compare to its perfect cake to frosting ratio, and how it melts smoothly down your throat like a Krispy Kreme which are practically impossible to get these days, because they all went out of business here.

And that I have no qualms of sharing my opinion about.

Oh, and I might have jumped the gun with my good news.
But I won't be able to tell you for sure for 2 more weeks when I make a return trip to my Doctor.
Long story.
But I am remaining positive.
And now I am realizing the benefits of being able to keep a secret, because otherwise you might look silly as you try to back track.

The End.

I really, Really, Really NEED some Texas Sheetcake.

I have a secret.

And it is very hard for me to keep.

Because I am so excited.

I bet you can guess what the secret is.

Does this count as not spilling a secret?

Green Day. Not the band.

I told my friends these were for my blog, and see, I wasn't kidding. Is it sad that sometimes I take pictures of things for the sole purpose of my blog? Don't answer that. Sometimes when I forget to take pictures of things, I say to myself, dang. Now what am I going to blog about...I know...boring stories about AM/PM and Heidi Montag.
Well we had a St. Patrick's Day picnic to celebrate, because Mormons don't drink spirits and such. Instead we color our food green, or find green things to eat just for the fun of it. I made this,
and "people" liked it. I like using the general term "people." That could mean 2 persons. But if you say "people" it could very well be interpreted as "throngs of people," and so, I use the general term "people." I will let you figure out how many "people" liked it. But I am telling you. You better not steal this recipe and take it to Souper Salad, or I will unfriend you on Facebook. Take that.

My plethora of large brimmed ridiculous hats has returned. It was 85 degrees today and is time again to take care of my delicate flesh.

I love myself a good festive shirt. "Kiss Me I'm American" and you better believe I did.

And as always, Chloe managed to find the most appropriate ensemble for the occasion. Don't you think this is just perfect for a warm day at the park? She wanted to wear tights as well...but somewhere between becoming engrossed with "Dora" and walking to the car, she must have forgotten about them. Um, did I mention it was 85 degrees?

Well, at least she was wearing green.

And she does have red hair.