Sickies all over the place

So my much anticipated visit from Mom and Emily has turned into a sick-fest. They both have a nasty cold, which I believe is of the East Coast variety.  I think that because my cold from last week had slightly different symptoms-or maybe I just react differently than they do. As it is, our activities have been suspended due to their drug induced state. Grandma is communicating solely by telephone and I am walking around with Purell, 409, and paper towels, telling Emily not to touch anything. (I don't think they have taken it personally, but I don't want it again...I can't have it again...maybe I am going a little overboard....)

It was a beautiful Sunday and it is supposed to be in the wonderful 70s for most of the week.  Strange we had 8 inches of snow last Thursday, but we are in Utah right? I believe it is time to begin the outside work. I'm going to ask my students when they would like to begin weeding and Mom and I are going to the nursery tomorrow.  Fresh herbs! Yeah! The garden portion has not been cleared so I am just going to look at the seeds (this is very doubtful...my looking usually turns into purchasing...)

I love you love you!

Bus Musings

I'm en route to NY from BOS on the Bolt, which means I've had pretty consistent internet access for my entire trip.  Sadly, though, my back is quite literally numb to the touch (kind of alarming).  And my stomach is starting to churn with back-of-the-bus motion sickness.  I should definitely turn off my computer . . . but I wanted to post a blurb.  (I really do want to be a good blogger.  But the frequency with which I post--or more appropriately, the lack thereof--at this point of the game really precludes me from every attaining such a title.  Sigh.  Hence the post.)

One of my goals this year is to NOT be all talk and no action.  As my stories will attest, I've got the talking part down.  But as the stagnation of my life will attest, I need to step it up in the action arena.  So baby steps.  A little blogging here.  A little resume sending there.  And before we all know it, I'll get the action part down.

Easter synopsis:  Happily, I think Lucy (with her dollar bill and four quarters), was just as happy as Henry (with his $8 and seven minutes of privacy), who was just as happy as Peter (who had the pleasure of licking german chocolate frosting directly from Papa's finger), who was just as happy as Nana (with her birthday pearls and adoring family surrounding her . . . and calling her from Utah), who was just as happy as Emily (who managed to set a perfect example to H and L by sitting at the kid table and NOT spilling her water all over her plate), who was just as happy as Rex and Nat (who got a little afternoon nap while Papa entertained the babies with the story of the three little piggies who had "brussel sprouts and steak and went wee, wee, wee, wee, all the way home" . . . I know, a bit of a variation on a fairy tale theme), who was just as happy as I (who was rescued by Natalie from biting into a chocolate covered shallot compliments of Rex).

I think it's appropriate to end my blog post, and my day, reflecting on the scriptures that Emily and Mom shared in their sacrament meeting talks at the beginning of the day.  They read in John the account of the Savior's crucifixion and resurrection.  I am so thankful that because of His sacrifice, His gift, we not only all have the opportunity to find peace, and perspective, and cleanliness, and hope in this life, but we also get to be together forever.

I love you all.

M