I'm trying something new

If you are reading this you have ventured over to my new blog. I've wanted to switch things up for a while now, but just haven't had the time. Not that I have the time now...I'm just neglecting my home, children, and the cookies for my husband's "break the fast" with his deacons quorum tomorrow. Let's pray none of the above three burn.

I've been coveting the wider margins of so many other blogs and finally ventured into the world of "edit Html" and figured it out. It's a blooming miracle. Along with wider margins (oh joy) this blog will also not be private- at least for a while. I'm going to test the public waters. If I get any crazy stalkers I will switch back over to private. (aka I'm really too lazy to re invite everyone to a private blog. tsk tsk) Another thing is that I REALLY want to be able to post larger pictures, but haven't been able to figure that out yet. My current files are huge if I don't use Picasa. I think I will have to make them smaller with my camera to begin with. So much technology...so little brain cells to figure it all out.

To kick off this new blog location, I have to share a hypothetical story.

Hypothetically, if you are going to give your three daughters the "If you don't stop fighting in the car, you are going to get out and run" punishment...make sure that your sister and brother in law are not driving right behind you without your knowledge. Also make sure they do not see your daughters- pigtails blowing in the wind- running down the road and stop to see why they are by themselves miles away from home. Also hypothetically, make sure your sister and her husband do not "kidnap" your daughters and drive them the half mile up the road to where you are waiting for them to arrive on their own accord. It would also be best if you sister and her husband are not driving a new van so you do not know it is them that pulled over, opened the van door and let your daughters in...all the while you are thinking and slightly panicking, "Why are my girls getting into that van?"

Because...after your sister and your brother in law drive up to you and drop off your daughters you will feel pretty sheepish- but grateful all the same that it wasn't a stranger that stopped and asked why your girls were running down a road by themselves...that or a police officer.

Hypothetically speaking.

And just for the record...if this did ever happen...your sister and her husband would laugh for hours on end the rest of the evening about how your girls when asked if they learned their lesson answered, "Thank goodness we have them!"