Well, things just got a LITTLE colder around here!!! I had to JUMP into my car while gassing up. Bonus on the gas prices, but keep the frigid air! Keeps St. Louis from getting too large I suppose.

This weekend was WARD PARTY weekend - it seemed. Heather Brimhall did a great job coordinating the Christmas in Nauvoo theme. Lisa (the RSP) put together a nice Red Brick Store room. I helped with whatever I was told, but got totally derailed when I ran into someone from Missy's class at Timpview: Jim Calwell. His wife is Heather's Sister. We swapped stories for hours while we slowly put chairs up. There was WAY too much to catch up on. He knew so much about WHAT happened in the Theater circle at Timpview, and was empathetic to my trial of leaving Timpview drama, then coming back to see the musicals and bawling my eyes out; especially at the Man of La Mancha. I've NEVER seen a show put together like that at a high school level! The last time I saw Jim, we were all in Mr Brower's Volvo headed up to Utah State to watch his older brother perform. (Mr. Brower was the drama coach - I mean THE drama coach. He also directed Fiddler on the Roof, which was THE best experience of my teenage years). Ah, memories. I woke up the next morning at 4:30 am from a dream that I was a Freshman in college again, only I was confused, because I was talking to the girl I USED to be after, but she was talking to me with Lisa's voice. I didn't notice how strange it was until I woke up.

This week was short since I had Monday off. Sweet like that.

Scotty has been into trying to build things again. He worked really hard to make my harmonica case extra fancy. He duct taped part, put shiney tape over the top and bottom, painted the inside purple, added gold thread on both sides, and asked me to write my name in the top. Very cute. He wanted to use a circular blade for cutting paper SOOOOO badly, but we couldn't find the old paper cutter. He was excited about finding a gallon of water, until he found out it was just water. He was hoping it was 'the stuff that Elder Bratt used to burn his tie up with'. Scott wants gasoline. He doesn't know what to call it, and the longer we keep it that way, the better! He was entertained for over an hour by two pieces of polarized plastic from some 3D glasses, looking through one at the other, turning them to make the opacity change.

I told Thomas at least 3 mittens stories this week. He is in a new habit of taking my hand, pulling me into the bathroom with him, then after closing the door and sitting down on the potty, he puts his face in his hands and asks "So what did Mittens do today?" They've all had Christmas themes lately. In most regards, Thomas has been like the little girl who had a little curl in the middle of her forehead. He can be sooooo sweet for so much of the time, but get the kid upset about a perceived injustice, and he turns into a red-faced, wide-eyed monster! It would be funny if it wasn't so scary looking. Wait, I might have reversed that last statement - although it can be said either way. I don't know what I'll do when I can't pull out a new Mittens story to calm things down.

Parker wants more time with Dad. He came along with me after our BBQ on Sat...I think I wrote about that already. I may not have told you that he was hilarious at Lowes. He had me laughing like crazy. Well, I'm out of battery gas. Signing off. Better sleep anyway. Goodnight!