36 Bobbypins & 6 Elastics

Your all thinking where is this blog title going. I was thinking how often does everyone pull their bed away from the wall to vacuum and clean. I am lucky if it happens twice a year. I try to reach the vacuum hose clear under but it just doesn't do the trick like pulling the bed completely out. And when you do what surprises do you find. Besides lots of dust bunnies, there may be a stray sock, shoes you wonder what happen to, magazines, a book you forgot you were reading, things you forgot you were storing. Like the primary quilt the kidsin our ward did for Scott when he was Bishop. I looked and looked and several months later cleaning the queen room I pulled the the bed out and their it was in one of those vacuum bags with all the air sucked out. Or you can find yourself the proud owner of 36 bobbypins and 6 elastics that I found under the bed Tiffany and Marshall was using while staying with us. I couldn't believe how many there were so I counted them. So Tiffany you don't have to buy anymore bobbypins or elastics when you can't find any. Just pull your bed out.

Warm Fuzzy's

I had gone to Utah to spend a day with the grandkids. As I was driving back this morning I was trying to return calls. For some reason I don't hear my phone ring or I have forgotten that it is on silent. I am thinking is my hearing going? Tiffany made me feel better as she said the rings are not very loud on the blackberry's. Geoff calls me and ask if I had listen to the message he had sent. Of course I hadn't noticed that I had missed a call from him and said no. So he proceeds to say I have done something and maybe I should butter you up. Well of course my mind starts working over time and the first thing I think of. He isn't moving home. Duh! where did that come from. I said just tell me.

His friend Daniel from Russia sent his books that he didn't think he was going to get. So he decided to call and thank him. Well, he assumed that it would only be
$.50 a minute and he would only talk a few minutes. This where your thinking why should he be telling me. Well, he is on my cell phone plan so we share minutes and I pay the bill. He proceeds to tell me that he called to check and see how much it would be. He said he wound up talking over 30 minutes and it was $1.60 a minute. You can do the math. He says I owe you big and will do yard work. Found out he had come down the night before and helped mow the lawn with dad. I thank him for telling me and not waiting till I got the bill and said "what the ". I assured him I would be delighted for him to do yard work. I am still behind.

As I was driving along I was just thinking about the situation and being really greatful for him telling me and then I thought I haven't told him I loved him. I then thought how much I love Scott and each of my children. So I text messaged each one of them (except Clint, because he is in Iraq so consider this your text) in between Tremonton and Malad. What made me feel really good is that I got instant replies. Definately a warm fuzzy moment. The only thing I can figure is that they must have their phones right there and look at them when ever it rings or I just got plain lucky.