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OK so I have a confession to make. When I as in high school I was one of those band geeks. I started playing the flute in 5th grade and ended up playing for 7 years.

When I first started I loved it, and I have to admit I was pretty good. I was never the best, but I was always in the top 3 in my class. My mom sprung for private lessons, and I improved even more.

I started competing at music festivals and loved it. I loved hearing the judges tell me what I did well and what I could work on. For a child who was lacking in coordination finally I found something that I was good at, I mean really good at and it felt great.

When high school rolled around I suddenly became painfully aware of how uncool band was and my desire to continue playing came to a screeching halt. My social life soared and my grades dropped. I needed to keep my grades up to not only keep my parents off my back but to keep my GPA within a reasonable range. So back to band I went.

Band was easy if you showed up you got an A, and I really needed that A. Then came out of town trips, and I was convinced that band was the coolest thing ever (as long as my friends didn’t find out I was in band).

Our first trip was to Canada, and never being out of Washington that I could remember I was excited. Not only was this going to be a trip out of town, no parents, but we also had a curfew of 4 am can you believe it. Who thought that giving a bunch of 16 year olds the chance to run around a town they didn’t know anything about until 4 in the morning was a good idea?

We slept at a local high school camped out (co-ed) on the gym floor. We watched movies, ordered pizza, and went shopping at the local mall. Shopping in Canada rocks! No taxes, and everything was so much cheaper.

So what would you do with no parents, out of town, with friends and a 4 am curfew? I know what I would do, invite my boyfriend to drive up and stay with us. Of course being the loving boyfriend that he was he agreed. He made the 3 hour drive and picked me and some friends up. Great boyfriend huh? Yeah I thought so to that’s why I married him.

It seems that all the blogosphere talk has shifted towards babies. Everywhere I turn people are talking about having a baby, being pregnant, or considering becoming pregnant. I think it’s great. I love hearing about everyone’s families.

I have a few friends who have recently announced they are expecting and I couldn’t be happier for them. I must admit I’m feeling a little left out. It is a strange feeling being 31 and having your youngest and last baby turn 5. Part of me says I’m to old to have anymore, and part of me can’t believe that I’m done. At this point the idea of starting all over is to overwhelming to think about, but the idea of the next baby in the family being my grandchild is even scarier. My daughter turned 13 this year and it seems like life is flying by way to fast. If she follows our families pattern I could be a grandmother in about 6 more years. How scary is that?

The idea that my youngest will be in kindergarten next year, and I could choose to do something for myself like go back to school is a wonderful thought. I am feeling free to pursue things I’ve always wanted to do, but is this a selfish thing? The idea of him being in kindergarten also scares me. I have wanted to be a mother for as long as I remember. My job has always been to take care of my little ones and now I feel like that is coming to an end. If I’m not just my kids mom anymore then who am I? Dad’s have it easier because they also have there career as part of there identity. I’ve been a wife and mother only, and wonder what else am I?

This may seem like a pity party, but it’s not. I really am enjoying the idea of having options for my future. I just don’t know what I want more, freedom in my day, or more babies to cuddle.

So tell me how did you know if you were done or if there were more babies meant for you?

I have to admit that I am totally an Oprah fan. I don’t watch her show very often, because I just don’t watch that much TV, but I love her for what she tries to do. I really feel she tries the best way she knows how to help people. I admire the fact that she doesn’t just throw money at people and assume that money will fix their problems. She tries to educate people and show them how to change their own life’s and I love that.

When I heard about her new show “The Big Give“, I had to give up my ban on TV and watch. I was hooked from the first moment. The idea that you can turn charity into a amazingly fun show to watch was really intriguing. I have faithfully watched it since it’s first episode and continue to love it.

Yesterday I got a phone call from my sister who works for a granite counter company. She was calling to tell me that they had been contacted by Oprah’s people to do granite counter tops on a Big Give episode that will be filmed here in Salt Lake City. The whole thing is fake! They set up ahead of time those who will donate. The contestants are given the people to contact who have already agreed to donate.

I am totally disappointed about this. I still think that the idea for the show is great, but it will be hard to watch when I know that all those phone calls they are making begging for people to help someones dream come true are totally fake.

Oprah came down hard on an author who “exaggerated” his life story in a book that she loved, isn’t this the same thing?

I feel like a kid who just found out there is no Santa Claus. What do you think? Have you ever really been let down by someone you admired?

The stupidest Mormon pick up line EVER.

Guy: “Is your name virtue.”

Girl: “No, why?”

Guy: “because you garnish my thoughts unceasingly.” (D&C 121:45)

Seriously. Are you kidding me? I couldn’t believe this actually came out of the mouth of a boy my daughters age. Some kid said this to one of her friends. In all fairness he is only in the 7th grade, but give me a break!

So tell me, what is the stupidest pickup line you’ve heard?

I stole this idea from a great blogger, but they say that imitation is the best form of flattery so here you go. Things that I love and hate for the week.

Love: Hubby got off work early today.

Hate: Long last minute shopping lines.

Love: The look of fresh snow outside.

Hate: Driving in snow

Love: Girls night out tonight

Hate: May have to skip it if my youngest starts throwing up. (He is in his room resting and thinking about puking)

Love: Staying home for the holidays and not dealing with Christmas traveling.

Hate: Not having my family around for the holidays.

Love: BYU football playing a bowl game tomorrow.

Hate: Not getting the channel and having to watch it at someone else’s house.

Love: Christmas time, Christmas cards, and good friends

Merry Christmas!Â

PS. If you want to leave your love and hate list in the comments I want to hear what you are loving this time of year.

NaBloPoMo means that you either spend the month writing like crazy, or reading like crazy thus neglecting your own blog. This year I chose the second of these two options, and have had a great time reading and commenting on others blogs. There are so many really creative and great bloggers out there, and surprisingly Utah is REALLY well represented. I can’t believe how many extremely talented bloggers are right here in my own back yard. I’ve loved NaBloPoMo and maybe next year I’ll attemt to join in. Okay well maybe not ;0)

Yesterday my little sis was over, (watching our kids while we went to Park City for the night) and we got into a discussion about how geeky I am becoming because I blog and enjoy reading blogs. Does blogging automatically equal geek?

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Her evidence to prove what a geek I am was that within 3 hours of cutting my hair I had posted a pic of the new do. To my defense though Ash was out of town and I posted that picture totally for his benefit. I know excuses excuses.

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On a more exciting topic (at least for us anyway) today is the big move in day for LDS hospital. This means Ben along with about a hundred others will be shipped over to their new rooms via 85 ambulances. I can’t imagine the undertaking in moving that many sick and injured patience. The new place is great, and he will have a gorgeous mountain view along with a huge flat screen TV and pull out sleeper sofa. Yeah! I watched a bit of the move on the news this morning, and all was going well. We can’t wait to visit him in his new place.

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Even more good news, my theory about ignoring my symptoms worked and I’m feeling much better.

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On a more sad and pathetic note, Ash fractured a bone in his foot. How you ask? He has no idea, he just woke up that way. He’s the only person I know who can get hurt doing nothing. He swears I must beat him in his sleep. I say he needs to at least come up with a good story like he hurt himself while skydiving or something. I hope he gets better soon, I hate seeing him hurt so much.

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Here is a few of my favorite posts for the week.

• Johnny Suede Slept Here by Hola Isabel
• Old People Central by Azucar
• Lois Gets Dragged Kicking and Screaming into the 21st Century by Lois

And I think Adria looks adorable in this.

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Just a bunch of random thoughts for the day:

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• You know you are getting old when you are offered a 5 star room in Park City for the night, and it sounds like to much work.
• I finally got a page rank, after about 8 months of blogging. Now that a page rank doesn’t mean much.
• Working out the details for a weekend trip with Ash to Vegas. He decided to go to a geek conference over his birthday (how else would a geek celebrate his birthday), so I’m going to fly down for the weekend to see him.
• Still waiting to find out a final total, but it looks like we raised about $2,500 at the benefit for Ben. Yeah for us!
• and last but not least, I’m trying hard not to admit that I’m probably getting sick. I figure if I ignore the pounding headache, and sore muscles maybe they will just go away.

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My spelling must be improving (I suck at spelling, always have) because I out smarted spell check for the first time.

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