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I can never figure out how to spell that. Yesterday, I was going to post but then I ended up so crabby that I didn't. The other day my cousin and I did something that we thought would be funny and it was apparently offensive. Who knew that a picture could be so awful? Crabby crabby crabby.

Anyway, I'm better now. Mostly. I'm at work with one very sick little boy. Ben's been trying to give up his morning nap (not very well) but fell asleep at 8:30 today while running a 101.9 fever. He's been a cuddly grump puss. Since all Ben has been wanting to do is cuddle I don't know what to do with Sam. Today might end up being more of a movie day than I would like. We'll see.

In other news, I'm going to learn to pack like Merlin. Sam and I are watching The Sword and the Stone while Ben's asleep. It's just quieter that way. I love The Sword and the Stone. Basically, it's one of my top high number favorites. Getting me and all my stuff up to Rexburg in 7 weeks would be so much easier. I'm going to try. I'll start practicing right away. While I'm working on packing I think I'll also work on my Mary Poppins cleaning. I've tried that before though and it has never worked. I'm hoping that Merlin's packing is more productive for me.

Next week is going to be crazy for me. Carin, Mom and I doing a wedding on Saturday. New Moon is early Friday and I'm working Thursday and Friday! Mom needs me to help her bake on Friday because I'm actually the one getting paid for catering this reception. I'm going to be chugging Mt. Dew and sleeping at weird hours. I was thinking about going to Ronelle's party before New Moon but I might be asleep then. If I come home from work around 5, get to sleep around 6, wake up at 11 get over to the theater, watch the movie, perhaps go out for snacks with friends after, then back to bed- 3 or 4? Then up at 6 so I can get to work. I'm going to ask if the boys can come over to my house for the day (then I can sleep until 6:30! haha) so I can actually help Mom. Then wedding set up and everything is Saturday. Yikes! Hopefully, everything goes well.

I decided to do NaBloPoMo and was totally confused why people were posting that this was the second day. I mean it's the first day I've heard about it and it's the beginning of November so what are those people talking about? Then I realized it's Nov 2 today. Doh! I'm doing it anyway. 

I had a very witty and thoughtful post planned in my head about my dependence on Mt. Dew that I was going to write up tonight. Then Family Home Evening happened. FHE at the Clayson household is always a special affair. When I was younger I don't remember us having FHE at all (having a faulty memory does help this). Since Dad's a nurse he schedule was always weird so he would often work Mondays. Shifts were from 7:30 am to 7:30 pm plus time added before and after for reporting and then if needed time to chart after. The earliest Dad ever got home was 8 and he was normally home closer to 8:30. 8 is bed time. It's weird how different things are with Dad working on the base. We have dinner much earlier for one. Back to topic. We're having FHE and we've gotten to the game. Callie made up the game and since she's 8 it was very... fun. She drew pictures of ghosts (that looked mostly like globby people) and we had to guess who they were. When it was the Emery ghost up Dad decided we needed to dog pile on who ever the picture was. Dad is a fan of dog piling. Normally I am. It's fun. Keeps life interesting. I, however, did not have a great day (the need for Mt Dew by 9 in the morning normally means that) so I did not participate. Family is also a big fan of giving hugs when I don't want to be touched. Apparently, I don't like any of them or something. I was not participating and kind of dreading when it was going to be my turn. Will had already made comments to the effect of "just wait until I jump upon you" and I informed him if he did I was going to lengthen piano lessons, which are torture in and of itself for him. The ghost picture was me. Emery tried to pull me off the couch and on to the floor so they could dog pile me. I tried my hardest to threaten him and sit down. Dad was conveniently behind the couch and decided to give me a wedgie. First off, it was the most painful wedgie I have ever experienced. It hurt. When I started whining about how it hurt they all stopped harassing me. A couple minutes later I learned that Dad ripped my underwear in the process of giving me this wedgie. Now I have a huge hole in my underwear (about the size of the waistband). I'm crabby. 

Where's my Mountain Dew?