One more thing to be behind on ...

Well, I just spent an hour looking through various blogs of people I didn't even know had blogs. How, then, did I look through them? I received an email from a friend with a link to her blog--which had a bunch of links to other blogs. So I'm wondering. How does everyone find the time to keep up on everyone else's blog?
Anyway. I think I'll try to add some pictures this week. Check back soon.

Good Day

I just read my parents' first blog entries! I'm so excited for them as they prepare to go on a mission to Ecuador. Tomorrow they will be set apart. I wish we could be there.

I guess I'd better write a bit about my family, too--or maybe just me. Early this morning all of the YW leaders in our new ward met for 3 hours to determine our goals, make plans for activities, personal progress, birthdays, advancements, and so on, bond & visit. It was great--we accomplished so much.

While I was at the meeting, Chloe & Olivia went with the Pifers and other friends to a Santa Train experience in Boulder City. They had a wonderful time & came back ready to rest a bit. Brett & Cameron were at a Scout campout (our new ward's first one, and Cam's first time going with the Scouts, since he turns 12 in 4 days). Their coats smell very strongly of campfire. Hanna was at a sleepover/surprise party thrown by her school friends for her 14th birthday. She came home later with a pretty blanket with wolves as the main picture--her favorite animal.

Tonight is a big occasion, too. Brett is DJ-ing the regional dance, and Hanna is attending it as her first dance. Brett lost many nights of sleep stressed about it--being the DJ, not Hanna's going. ;)
Hanna got her interview with the Bishop after Mutual on Tuesday, all on her own. I guess she's serious about this. My Baby!!!!!

Playing Hookey

Right now I'm at Joni's home , and with Sherry's help, we're creating this blog. All of the kids are swimming and playing and ... being very quiet... hmmm... Meanwhile, we're laughing and typing and looking at other blogs. And eating warm brownies with chocolate chips. (thanks, Joni!)

You may be wondering about the blog's name. Whenever my DH Brett returns from a fun adventure with the boys (any boys), there's always an injury of some kind. Usually the injuries are, let's just say, beautifully colorful and it hurts just to look at them. His first words when he sees the look on my face as I gasp at the spots are, "It's not as bad as it looks! They don't really hurt. See?" and then he presses on the spot as I try not to pass out.

Thanks to the last injury's need of time to heal, though, we haven't had any new ones for a couple of weeks. Brett took the young men in our ward on a campout, and while playing touch football in the dark, ran full speed into a chain stretched across the road. He has a fantastic bruise on each arm (his right bicep and his left tricep, pretty interesting, actually, if you can stand to look at them) and one across his chest. He's pretty sure he only broke 2 ribs on the left side and 1 on the right. So, other than taking shallow breaths now and then, he's doing well. Until you touch his arm to get his attention. But don't try to hug him.

When I was first introduced to the dangerous side of the Noorda family, I was told that the family motto is "If you're not hurt, you didn't play hard enough." Now the brothers have added another thought to the family motto: "Surgery can fix that."