Oh my goodness, its me. Long story short. Here we are in Texas.  ~YeeHaw~ A few musing from my daily life:

Religion: Mormon. Yes, that explains all of the kids and the tattle telling to my kids teachers that Johnny just said "Oh My G__" on the playground.  ((Q: Why don't other Christians view this as insulting?))  Favorite quote "Maam, are you running a day camp?" (as were boarding a plane to California.) "Yes, Maam, I am. Its called the Camp-o-Payne"

Political: Republican, but I know that God is ultimately in charge. But, history does repeat itself. But, I really do love everyone. But, I want to stand for something or I'll fall for anything.
A few sites I follow:
www.drudgereport.com
www.chicksontheright.com

So. Here goes. 

Broad HOrizon.

Its 6:16 in the morning the sun is about to come up over those lovely mtns and I am about to witness one of God greatest gifts .... the early morning sunrise. I am ohhh soo tired...couldnt get back to sleep after my 3:00 a.m. interuption of Vanessa and Marcus needing "mommy". O- well, Im tuff, I've done this many times before. I just have to make sure to get some caffine in me or there is NO WAY I am going to be able to work out and survive the day. (Marcus just ran across the hall half asleep and naked so that he could go potty. Why do 2 year olds think they need to be naked to go potty?..................ohh good, he made a b- line back to bed.)

Busy , Busy, Busy. Spring makes me so happy... I can never wait until it hits about 65 degrees and I get to throw open the windows and let the sun shine in the sleepy house....wakes us all up into this frenzy of yard work, soccer, cleaning, getting to the dump, fertilizing, planting... best of all...BBQ's. Although this week we are in a cold spell there is still signs of spring emerging from the popcorn popping on the apricot trees and in the leafy treetops the birds are singing, good morning Heidi!

Vanessa is cracking me up lately.. however you cant let her know what she just said was cute, and you can't chuckle.. or at least let her see you chuckle because she might just run into her room crying of the embarrassment that attention brings...yes, I know...totally opposite of me. :)
Our cute little neighbor boy , Cohen Bishop, was sick yesterday. Vanessa came back delivering the message that he couldn't play because he is "sick with a feber.. mom.. I think he has cancer, mom." ohh to be 4 and not know the difference between a fever and cancer...what a glorious world this would be if we could just give the cancer patients a dose of Motrin and pat them on the head and tell them it will all be over in a couple of days.
Yesterday, Vanessa and I went to Target...all by ourselves. It was marvelous! She needed it and I needed it. We found some sparkly shoes, a pink picnic table for the playhouse and a doll to give her cousin for her upcoming birthday party. After we checked out we sat down at the little cafe Target has and shared a cinnamon sugar pretzel and lemonade. Seriously, these are the days! This shopping trip was one marble to add to my jar of memories I hope to never forget.

ohh...here comes the sun!

I was only 6 when I could hear the roosters from the backyard farm that was kitty-corner our house. They would wake me every morning and I remember my mom telling me that what they are really saying is "cock-a-doodle-doo-wake-up-Heidi." I always think of this when I hear roosters in the morning. You know, we have a farm kitty-corner from our backyard and I can hear the roosters right now. What is it about sunrise and roosters anyways? Its not like the sun is a big surprise. Maybe they are just so excited of the beauty of the sunrise that they feel like they have to tell everyone to "hurry, get up , walk out your front door and look...look at the evidence that God loves us and that he created tender mercies, like the sunrise to remind us that nothing matters unless it's eternal." Yeah right... but seriously, sometimes this message is ohh so hard to remember. Sometimes I get so busy, busy, busy with life that I forget to listen to the roosters call. I forget to put that little marble for the day in my memory jar, I forget how blessed I am to be free of cancer or any other serious sickness and I forget that someday my babies will be grown and I will wish that they would call out "Mommy...I wantcha!" at 3:00 am.