Blogging Fatigue

When I started this blog, I was worried this day would come. I felt the pressure of constantly having to do something blog worthy so that I would be fresh, interesting --the topic of conversation. Well lately I haven't been feeling it. It has been a challenge coming up with something to blog about and then it feels as though no one is reading my posts. Maybe it's just a case of "it should be spring but it feels like it's still winter blues." I think I am going to take up sewing...

Sunday Brunch

Oh my one guilty pleasure. There is one thing I really enjoy about early church --it's that it gets out by noon which is ample time to catch brunch. Nate isn't a big Sabbath breaker, but occassionally I can convince him. This Sunday we hit Grand America. The jazz quartet was amazing along with the eggs Benedict, chocolate fountain and smoothy bar. There is something ah so rejuvenating about a little Sunday escape. Thanks Nate.

Mega Sucks!

Okay before I explain what happened I have to clarify that I hate the word 'sucks.' I was livid one day last fall when Avery came home from preschool and had somehow learned the s word. I was shocked hearing it come from the mouth of my four-year-old. We had a nice little talk and I haven't heard it since, thank goodness. But, to sum up the last day of Las Vegas, all I can say is that it Sucked, otherwise I would have to use something more profane.

We picked up the MDX, which is gorgeous and drives unlike any car we have ever owned. The weekend was great fun driving up and down the strip, shopping at the outlets, eating at great restaurants and then it happened. As the last hurrah before heading back to SLC, we decided to go to Paris for the French buffet, which Nate loves because he served his mission in France. On the way into the buffet we passed the Mega Bucks slot machines. Despite the fact that you (well many of you) unanimously decided I shouldn't play the $3 and the fact that it was a Sunday afternoon, the excitement of the noise and lights of the casino got the best of me --after all $3 is insignificant right? The answer is WRONG!!! Within a half hour I was down nearly $100, Nate was really annoyed and I felt so bad it was as though I needed to talk to the bishop.

Because of my losings, we decided to skip the buffet and grab something inexpensive for the drive home. As I was sulking on the walk to the car knowing that none of this would have happened if I hadn't swayed from the straight and narrow, I discovered our new MDX had been keyed. I guess karma really bit me in the --well you know where, it sucks. Fortunately, the key job wasn't that bad (Nate says he can touch it up), but the entire afternoon left a bad flavor in my mouth. As we drove back to SLC, instead of watching DVDs on the new entertainment system, it was time for quiet reflection. Through hours of deep thinking, I set some goals and although I am still disappointed, I am motivated to do and be a little better.

To Gamble?

The big weekend is upon us. Nate and I will be leaving for Las Vegas to pick up our MDX this weekend. I am beyond excited!!! At the same time, there is a little dilemma that I need your help with. Last time we visited Sin City, I played the Mega Bucks slots. I put in $3 and won $50. I only played once and then Nate and I enjoyed a wonderful dinner with the winnings. I read online this afternoon that in an effort to stimulate the local economy it's rumored that one of the Mega Bucks machines will be paying out a seven-figure sum at anytime. I want to try another $3, but my conscience is starting to bother me. Is a one-time bet of $3 really that bad? It's not like it could lead to becoming a gambling addict. Or, am I simply afraid of winning the jackpot and then not knowing how to answer questions about being a full tithe payer? So I am leaving this in the hands of fate --your hands. I will pull the one-armed bandit if the 'yeas' out vote the 'neys'. So help me with this decision (one vote per person only) and place your vote in your comments.

Ditching Church

Savanna has been sick all weekend. There are few things as exhausting as caring for an ill child --not only are you hurting for them but the lack of sleep really takes it's toll. When it came time for church on Sunday, I took one for the team and stayed home with Savanna while Nate and Avery went to church. I felt a little guilty at first, but then again the fatigue factor was high. After the door closed, Savanna immediately fell asleep and I enjoyed three hours of pure bliss. It's not that I didn't want to be at church. I usually enjoy the three Gs: gabbing, gossiping and learning about the gospel. At the same time, sitting in my jammies eating chocolate raisins and watching reruns on the Reality Channel was pure bliss. Speaking of one of my favorite things, reality television, the Bachelor finale is tonight. I can't wait to find out who he chooses. I also can't stand to watch it live. I have to TIVO and scan through the commercials. I hate how they try to create so many cliff hangers. Here's to a quiet night of sleeping children and the guilty pleasures...