Bradfo is Projecting

Not proJECTing as in attributing his repressed thoughts to someone else but PROJECTing as in knocking out projects.

I've always hated the mirror that the builders installed in our downstairs bathroom. The red bathroom has always been, oh shall we say, a source of ire in our home. Six years ago, I wanted it red. I suck at painting. The color wasn't right. I didn't apply the paint as carefully as one might hope. The color ended up like a death scene with blood splatter. He had to install moulding to correct my ceiling errors. He only finished 3 walls. It was awful and I hated it. Plus it was dark and had a stupid mirror. In his projecting mode he finished the moulding, touched up a bit, and made me a mirror. Yes made me a mirror. Spoiler Alert: He is a custom framing fool. He went to DI to get a good sized mirror then took it apart, reframed it, and painted it. (getting that mastic that attaches the mirror to the wall was a bugger. After a few attempts he closed the door and left it alone one night. We awoke to a massive crash. The mastic decided to give a little and oh well you know.)

Why I totally rule: How I rediscovered my chi

(In order to fully appreciate this post, you MUST put on the background music. Just click the play from youtube. This has potential to be a longagong post so you might as well enjoy some tunes. I did most of my training with these gentleman blasting in my ear. Vampire Weekend, I love you.) Here's the story with the gory details. Why do you tri? On October 18, 2004 I delivered a 16 week old boy in the same room of the American Fork hospital that I lost one six months earlier. (I get pregnant really easily.) The previous week I had seen the doctor and everything was looking good and right on track so yay for me. While the first one was devastating (a whole other post for a whole other day), it was number 2 that changed me. I was so angry at my body for betraying me and not letting me do what I wanted it to do. I figured I was doing all the "right things" with the taking care of myself so therefore, I would be able to carry the babies to term and everyone would live happily ...

I'll go where you want me to go dear Lord, but Primary?!

Brad took the picture of me teaching GD a year ago. I was not pleased. No pictures. Brad took this picture of Max while I was teaching GD a month ago. I was pleased. Pictures of Max are fine by me. Some important thoughts on my new calling: In the 21 years since I have been in Primary as a merrie miss (apparently they are not called that anymore), I have subbed a handfull of times. It was not a success. One time, while subbing for Brad I went into the class and the boys had escaped out the window. All I saw were a set of feet as the kid was leaping out. Another time, while subbing for Brad I used the tie some kid was using and irritating everyone around him with and TIED HIM TO THE CHAIR. Another time, while subbing, the kid sliced his finger on the chair (not the same kid and he was not trying to escape my tying him up.) and ended up in the ER. (and it so happens that his mom is my 2nd counselor. I think that's funny.) I really really really loved teaching Gospel Doctrine. I hope ...

Max selfies at church

I am not sure if he is showing off his new tie he got for Christmas? He is a handsome little guy!

The Mother of Geese

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