Rainy Day Dilemma.

It started raining last night just before 1am.  

Woke up this morning and it's still sprinkling.

  

Helped the kids get ready, sat down to watch the news, 

and silently debated whether or not to drive the kids to school or make them walk as usual. 

C'mon Bonnie!  Are you really going to make your babies walk in this weather?

Ugh.  Fine.  "Okay guys. I'll take you guys today."

Just then I looked up and the sun poked out. 

"Ooo, forget it!  Sun's out!  You guys are good, right? 

 Okay.  You're back to walking!" 

Xander just shook his head at me.  

Whatever kid.  I feel no guilt.  Look at it as an adventure!

:) LOL

My Husband Tried to Start a Fight @ Back2Skool Nite…

How about I had that moment at Xavier's Back 2 School Night last night when I thought, "Oh shoot! We 'bout to fight!" LOL!  

You know back to school nights.  Crazy, crowded, not very well organized.  We followed the boy to where he swore we were supposed to start - the Cafeteria - and that was a total bust. Lame. None of his teachers.  So we moved on to find his math and science teacher.  But we took 3 steps out of the cafeteria and my husband (aka Father of the Year) turns to our 1st born and says, "Point out the kids who've been picking on you." OMG.  I stopped cold.  My thoughts?  This is about to get really awkward. And then I got a little bit of a nervous giggle. You know the kind when you feel something's a brewin'? I tried to lighten the moment and said, "Oh, come on babe. Really?"  He turned on his heels and looked me right in the eye, "I want to see the kids messing with my son!"  And there it was!  That creeping feeling that I'm sure teenage hoodlums get when a bad idea starts to sound like a really good one baby!  Yeah!  Let's find these little $%!#$!  Mess with my baby!!! We both turn to the boy.  "I saw 1 of them back there."  He points back to the cafeteria.  It was awesome.  Never before have I felt like the 3 of us all moved so succinctly.  It was like we were choreographed!  

We were like lions stalking our prey, my husband and I, slowly surveying the room. Our son's head bobbing up and down as he tried to look over the throngs of people to point out his nemesis. That's when the next thought hit me, "Oh shoot!  We 'bout to fight!"  And then my brain kicked in… Really Bonnie?  Is this who you are?  You're hunting a child (in all fairness, bully)?  No.  This is not who I am.  Truthfully, maybe RD… but not me.  ;)  I think my hubby had the same inner conversation. Because his walk no longer looked so menacing.  Luckily, Xavier lost sight of his assailant.  RD looked at me and said, "I just really wanted to see his parents.  I just wanted to have a talk with them.  That's all." lol.  Yeah, right!  I saw that look in your eyes.  When the thought first hit you you were looking for blood!  But thankfully cooler heads, and good luck on that other kid's part, prevailed.  No bully beat-down that night.  Whew!  How embarrassing would that news story have been for me?  

We moved on to the Math and Science section which was set up like a "Math Fair". It was fun!  I KILLED at the Algebra I and II booths!  Daddy stood in the lines for me and Xavier and then the boy and I got to challenge one another in the games.  Some games I patiently and lovingly stood to the side and helped him to solve the equations and others I dominated with great ENTHUSIASM!  RD had his nerve to get embarrassed at one of the booths saying that I was getting "too excited".  Says the guy who was trying to confront a 6th grader a half-hour earlier. Hahaha! Hater.  Sometimes I feel like he's intimidated by my mind. ;-P  lol.  

We ended the night by turning in our punch card for attending all of the booths and redeeming popcorn as our reward and my boy earned a little extra credit.  Sometimes we get a little crazy with the parenting but in the end we know what's up… Our children.  Their happiness.  Their safety.  Their well-being. And our adventures together. With as little violence as possible. ;) <3

One guy might've been an actual Pimp!

So I went for a job interview yesterday.  

Nervous was an understatement. It was conservative bank.  

I made sure my nail polish was muted, wore black slacks and a blazer. 

Instead of a necklace I chose to go with a black and white poka dot scarf and crimson kitten heels for a understated punch of color.  

My outfit was picked strategically so as to optimize my chances to get this position.  

I had a plan, baby!  First, impress them with my outer appearance and then 

wow them with my personality!  

I fought the traffic that is inevitable with a trip to Downtown Los Angeles, parked my car, walked the city block to the high-rise in my casual flats, that I packed for just such a necessity. ;)  

Looking good, feeling anxious!  

And what do I see when I get there?  

Skinny jeans, capri leggings, SUPER short dresses, just barely covered midriffs and the kind of mixed bag of craziness one can only see downtown!  

I think one guy might've been an actual Pimp!

Why?!  Why wouldn't you…?  I mean…? At least try…?  It's a freakin' bank for crying out loud!  

Not all of the other candidates looked like that.  But I'd say at least a two-thirds.  

Suddenly, I wasn't so nervous.  

SMH.  Really?  Psssh. 

I just pulled out my phone n played Tetris until it was my turn.  

What anxiety?  ;)

My next entry about this better be… I GOT A JOB!

lol. 

p.s. I think it is important to note that if a pimp and I 
are at the same recruitment my life has taken a
really bizarre turn… ;-P

More Holiness Give Me…

https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?v=10152191349330056&set=vb.666795055&type=2&theater

I love this girl!  

IDK who she is but she speaks (or sings as it were) to my soul. 

Every line in this song is like a plea from my heart to my Father in Heaven.  

Thank you Sister Blosil serving in NYC for sharing this!

I'm still so very new to this "blogging" so I hope that 

the video popped up.  If not, look her up!

Sister Jenn Blosil. :)

Is this some kind of new math? lol

Doing math problems with Brigham over breakfast...

Me: 13 + 17 =?

Brigham: That's easy! 7 n the 3 is 10, and then the 5 n the 1, carry the 3, 4, 5, 6, 

and the 11, 14, plus the..? Wait. What did u say again?

Me: 13 + 17 = what?

Brigham: Oh! 30!



It's a trip watching the thought process of my little genius. ;D

I Pray.

I find myself in prayer a lot lately. 

I know not everyone prays. I know many don't find the need for it. 

But I find that it gives me this invisible anchor bolting me to the ground 

when the things that overwhelm me feel like they are about to sweep me away.

I am not perfect. In fact, those who know me well know that I love a little irreverence. 

I am a work in progress, even when it seems like there isn't much progress being made. 

And that's why I pray. 

So, if you're reading this sometime in the future "Future Bonnie"...

I hope you're still praying.

And I hope you're skinnier. 

Fatherly advice at it's best

Riding in the car and Xavier and Xander are playing and laughing really loudly and high pitched. 

RD n I were mid conversation and he just couldn't take the noise... 

"HEY!!! Knock it off!!! Geez. GIGGLE LIKE A MAN!"

I love my man. He gives the best advice ever. Later, we're going to shoot some elk or something. Something, like, SUPER manly! GRRRR!!!!

Is that really a complement?

I have 5 kids. Xavier is 11, Xander- 10, Briggy -  7, Ika -4, and Astrid - 2.  I love them!

Not the life I expected, but who has one of those?  

And when I meet people or run into old friends I get,

"Wow!  You're so cute for having 5 kids!" 
Really?  Is that a complement? lol 
I can't just be cute?  Period?  ;)

 I don't even think I'm  that impressive. 

 I'm DEFINITELY thicker than I used to be, I get WAY less sleep than I'd like, 

and if you look close enough there are 

probably dried boogies or some sort of dried food stuck somewhere on my person 

I've come to think of those as badges of honor! ;)  

And I don't even think it has so much

to do with me per say, but moreso with

what people think mothers of 5 should look like.  

Well, people... Most moms I know are pretty 

well put together.  Truthfully, most moms of 5 are

gorgeous, resourceful, multi-tasking divas 

that inspire me in varied shapes, sizes, and personal styles.

And if you ask my 11 yr old he'll tell you 

it's just my make-up. lol.  The little turd. 

And if I'm being honest...He's probably right! But screw that!

 I'll take the complement!  After 5 kids over 9 years I've earned it!

However, let me be clear... this is just a facade.  I am the queen of house shirts, 

yoga pants, and the messy bun.  Let's just embrace it all, right?  

The real grit of it all is my story.  These are my stories.  Like me with make-up on,

sometimes they're cute.  But above everything else, 

they are always real and honest.  

So, thank you for reading my stories.  I hope

you get the spirit with which I'm conveying them and 

I hope that maybe you can see yourself in my stories as well.  

Truths are universal, right?