(Composed this morning;)

Right now...
I just got off the phone with the Sierra Leone Embassy in DC,
We are unpacking from a weekend campout. This is what my backroom looks like.
Exactly what I expected by asking the kids unpack the car. Somewhere buried under there is my ringing cel-phone. (Call the house phone Grandpa!)
As we speak...
the lawn is burning up,
my tire is getting flat again.The weekend off-roading proved to be too much for the old Goodyears. It was holding air since about 8:00 a.m. I guess I should've taken it in first thing this morning like Dean instructed me to.

This very minute...
I am multi-tasking,
starring down three batches of strawberry freezer jam that is more like strawberry syrup. Should I re-do it? Why can't I be good at something?

At the moment...
I can see that Wade left the milk out on the counter, lid off.
Kal is having waffles and cookies for breakfast. 

Right now...
 this is what my hair looks like,
I am regretting that I posted this picture. 
Right now...
 all I really want to do is curl up on my bed alone and look at my flight itinerary.
 Did I mention that I am going to Sierra Leone, Africa
n a few days to visit my missionary parents? 

As I type this,
I am praying that my Visa comes through in time...
I can hardly fathom leaving my kids...
I wish my thighs were thinner... 
 and I wonder how quickly Dean will re-marry if I don't return...

This is morning. 
This is life.
This is happening now.



           A STRAY PUPPY!
The poor little fella showed up at our back door the morning after all of Utah County was ablaze with fireworks. I figured he was just a scared little run away. 

I told the kids not to name him:
                       they name him, Auggie.
I told them to not touch him, he might've been infested with flees:
                       they all gave him licks of their Otter pops. (one lick for Auggie...one lick for me...)
I told them not to get attached:
                       they wrapped him up like a baby, and played with him for seven hours straight.  
The kids were head over heels in love with their new dog.
I decided it was time to level with the pup.
So while the kids were in the house getting more Otter pops, I laid down the law.
Just mom to dog.
"Look Auggie" I said;

"You don't belong here.
The Roberts kids are bad news...
you stay around here it's not going to be pretty.
 You will have to eat off the cement...drink out of puddles...
share the doghouse with Skip...
get along with the cats...
groom yourself...
 and eat farm grade dog food."

He still wasn't convinced to leave.

So I said, "Did I mention that I have two toddlers that will toss you around like a cheap stuffed animal?"
He was gone the next morning.


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