TGIT

I've got some things to say. Angelina Jolie is too skinny. She's probably anorexic. She looked terrible at the Oscars and it breaks my heart that she is representing beauty to the world. It makes me angry too. Really angry. I miss Marilyn Monroe.

Sometimes therapists take things a little bit too far. The recent thing is that handing someone the tissue box when he or she is crying is "codependent." The crying person should have to ask for the tissues. The person handing the tissues is sending the message that the crier should dry those tears and stop crying. You've got to be kidding me. You'd think that therapists don't have any real issues to deal with any more. Like trauma or depression or grief or alcoholism. For the love. All I know is that when I'm crying and snot is running down my face, please hand me a tissue so I don't have to gasp for air and try to communicate the fact that I need a facial towel to dry off with. Oh my goodness, we therapists just therapize things to death sometimes.

Jared and I made potato soup last evening. I love smitten kitchen's baked potato soup recipe. However, Jared asked for extra potatoes in the soup. So, we doubled the potatoes. I repeat, doubled the potatoes. Didn't just add two or three extra potatoes. We ended up with mashed potato soup. But, who doesn't love a big bowl of mashed potatoes covered with salt, pepper, and cheddar cheese?

I went to bed at 8:30pm last night. I was exhausted. The trauma group wore me out as well as the recent stresses of life. Let me tell you what, I was a freakin' ninja this morning. I bathed Scout, swept the floors, folded the laundry, and unloaded the dishwasher before work. It was awesome. I'm going to bed at 8:30pm more often!

My oldest brother, Warren, and his family are moving to Nashville. So, my entire family will be within the driving distance of 3 hours. Crazy. Mike and Ryan have already decided that they will alternate every other weekend at our house meaning Mike one weekend and Ryan the next, Mike one weekend and Ryan the next. I love that idea. Plus, Jared has already laid claim to Warren one weekend a month so they can go four wheeling in their jeeps. I have much sadness over Warren and Jackie moving away from Utah. I love Utah. I've been going out there twice a year for many years. Ski in the winter, fish in the summer. It's been a safe place, a haven, a refuge for me. I am thankful that I didn't move out to Utah and settle there only to be left out there as the only family member in the west.

It's the weekend for me. I'm taking tomorrow off to go to Easter tails at the civic center with the wilson/carter women. It's the Christmas village of Easter. Get excited.