Another thought in the middle of the night

So we have down the side of this blog on the right - some chosen talks given by Pres. Ezra Taft Benson. If you have some time....I would encourage you to listen to them. They were given quite a while ago but it is amazing how perfectly they describe our day, especially after you consider our current state of government and world events.

The Book of Mormon talks of the Gadianton Robbers and how they are in our midst. We cannot be naive and think all is well in Zion. Prepare your households and be full of hope.

oh I did it again

Ok Ok - so it's in the middle of the night and I am awake looking at blogs and see again that I am on the delinquent blogger list. It really isn't intentional neglect...just - well, no real legitimate excuse comes to mind besides ...busy or sleepy. So, why am I up in the middle of the night?. . . . well, even big people sometimes have bad dreams and need a distraction to distract from the quite distracting and disturbing scenes that sometimes play out in ones head while they are sleeping. Sleep is valuable you know to most people but especially to me. Yes, I have a sleepy syndrome. Most likely it's not a legitimate syndrome since my dear spouse is quite determined to divvy out the daily allotment of vitamins - directly into my hand, accompanied by a glass of water and waits patiently for them to disappear because he knows that distractions easily come my way and I unintentionally wander hither and yon. (or is that thither) (is that a word? thither?) Isn't it amazing that you can be busy working all day long and get not one thing completely done. Yes. It's amazing!

So, I should sleep now because it is 3:32 in the am. Tomorrow we are booked solid in the morning and the afternoon requires some errands be done. Plus, I am determined that the laundry will all be folded and put away before night fall.
(pray for me on that last one - it is a rare and blessed event)

Halloween - BOO!

Happy Halloween - 4 months ago. Yeah we're catching up. These little darlings had a great time roaming the countryside....seeking candy and a bit of a fright. Here's a funny- the five year old - loves the spooky. She is the one who lingers in the isles of Halloween paraphernalia and begs to go into the spook alley one more time.

Yeah -its side ways! Hmm-bend the head a little to the left and while viewing the photo - you can enjoy a relaxing popping sensation in your neck!

Now bend your head the other direction and Wha-la - the other side of your neck is stttrrretttchhhed! Plus, #5 is the cutest dang tiger around. Grrr.

What a scary lot this is! - But what a ton of FUN!

So here is the question- How many times do the children need to dress up for Halloween? It used to be that we dressed up hmmm...twice. Once for the school "walk around the the school and show off all the costumes" and the other was Halloween night. Well, now it could possibly be up to four . . . . . if allowed. So our tradition for the last couple of years has been - we DRESS -UP and go the school Fall Festival (which they aren't allowed to say Halloween) then we DRESS UP and go to the church trunk or treat . So then we go REBEL on Halloween night and go out to eat and to a movie. Last time the movie theater let kids in free who were DRESSED UP.

Looking back -

HMMM....What's the craziest -
and somewhat painful thing we can do today?
So this is what happens on a chillin at home week-end and the Wild and Crazy Dad suggests an idea for a friendly competition between the offspring.

No it's not shoulder rubs - that's too enjoyable.

The first photo is the recuperation and relaxation from the strenuous challenges of the competition.

Photo two are the happy competitors - Joyful - not because they all won but because the game finally had an end.

What was this game of physical torture? Well, photo #3 shows only a glimpse of the pain and determination shown by the longest lasting participants.

When the contest began all four competitors had their arms straight up in the air and their elbows were not allowed to bend. You could not clasp your hands together for support.

- These hardy and weary youth continued in the quite torturous game for.-. What the world - over an hour!!!.......until there were two men standing. But, neither youth was willing to bend . . . literally.

Which translates into -

I will not give in because "I want to win" and not you.

Finally the judge and author of this cruel and unusual game knew there had to be an end . . .so he suggested that the two boys put their arms in "T" formation - knowing the strain would hurry the process. - but it didn't. The agony was too much and finally the Dad convinced the participants to agree on a tie- Both men win!Thank goodness for that!

Way to go little men ......

please don't ever play this game again.