SUGAR, SUGAR

It's been an awesome day. We've enjoyed a long-awaited visit with my sister Crystal, soaked in the awesome floats at the Storybook Parade, and had some delicious enchiladas with the wonderful White family. So I thought to myself, "Why not make this day even better with a homemade banana cream pie?" I made some crust from scratch, sprinkled it with sugar, and baked it perfectly. I whipped up some filling and cut two ripe bananas and placed it in the refrigerator.

And then another thought jumped into my head, " Why not make homemade whip cream? I can't ruin this pie with plain ol' cool whip!" I ran to the refrigerator and grabbed the whipping cream, added some vanilla, and rounded me up some powdered sugar for an even sweeter taste. My excitement must have jumped out of my hands because before I knew it, I had thrown the canister of powdered sugar toward the floor and all over Crystal White. You can take a look at the mess for yourself. For some reason when you are the thrower of the sugar, you don't get as messy as the catcher of the sugar. Sorry, Crystal! The pie did turn out divine, though :) Well, there I go again, looking at the bright side of things. It makes for a better, happier life....pass it on.

FRUSTRATION!

So I could start out with venting or spilling my guts or cyber screaming, but I'm already feeling better just typing. A million thoughts are racing through my head, and I am searching for where to start. I've prayed. I've been to the temple. I've talked with sisters and best friends. And now I find that the things flowing from my head to my fingers are getting interrupted at the heart. I've heard that the best place to loose yourself (when in frustration) is in gratitude or service. Perhaps that is where I'll start....gratitude.

I'm thankful for family. I cannot fathom my life without my husband. Many of you know that he is my rock and my one true love. I am grateful for my miracle boys. They are solid testimony that the Lord answers prayers. I am in awe at my mom and dad and the unconditional love they have for their family. They not only speak of their love, they offer it in actions. And I am eternally grateful for my brothers and sisters. Even across the distance, they are my best friends and my confidants.

I remember one time in high school I was struggling with something that seemed disastrous at the time. Melissa wrote me this letter that made me giggle and cry and beam with confidence. Only a sister could do that. And when I smell Chinese food, I remember the times my little brothers would come to the Hong Kong for breakfast after I worked a night shift. At 5:30 in the morning, Nils and Russell trotted into the Milford cafe with pajamas and smiles, ready for their ham and cheese omelet. They didn't have to wake up that early on a Saturday morning, but they wanted to....only a brother :)

I can't forget to be grateful for my gorgeous house. It has felt like home from the moment we unpacked our things. I am thankful for a husband who works hard everyday to support his family. I will never forget the long hours of starting a business only to watch Dustin leave for another 8 hour shift to supplement our income. I hope my own children learn the value of hard work. I am also grateful for friends. Not the fair-weathered type, but the friends that know who you are, love you anyway, and still stop by to see you when you're kids are naughty and your house is disgustingly dirty.

Above all, I am thankful for Jesus Christ and his gospel. I hope that anyone that knows me or knows of me, will know that I believe in Jesus Christ and love his gospel. I hope they can see this through my actions, through my countenance. If not, I'll try harder....

Wow! I'm already feeling better. Now just an hour on the elipitical and a good book (thanks, Crystal White), and I'll be frustration free.

DON'T HATE ME

Well, I guess you can hate me if you want, but I'm going private. The deadline for all Wild Whitt blog follower requests is December 1, 2008. Don't be shy...you know you still want to read about the Lawn Ranger's woman. So leave your email, and I'll add you. Until next time, this is Lynette signing off!

THE WILD WHITTS

Hooray! Family pictures are finished and marked off the "Things to Do" list. I'm pretty much in love w/ the photography. Our photographer (a friend of a friend) posted these on his site last Thursday, and I have left his site up all weekend just staring at my handsome boys. If you want to check them out, visit www.justbowenstudio.blogspot.com

I've also been debating the whole private blog thing lately. I was reading a "NieNie" blog, and they were saying she had never gone private because she refused to live in fear. I'm all about being courageous, but what about being smart. There has been some buzz about taking your kids photos and posting them on other sites, and the fraud issues with all the personal information available to any viewer. So now my mind is spinning with scenerios where someone walks up to my kid and gains his confidence with all the personal information he's read from my blog.....Ahhhhhh! And I've been torn about posting pictures of the new house. I know inquiring minds want to know, but I don't want my floor plan advertised to every burglar in the Utah vicinity :( So I may be opening a can of worms, but what's your take?

Wow! There you have it....family pictures and blog security. Who knew the subjects could mesh so well? Until another hot topic in the blogging world, this is Lynette signing off.

A HIDDEN LOVE AFFAIR

Much to the dismay of Disney, I'm going to pen the true, untold love story of Captain Hook and Princess Tiger Lily. Actually, I better not. This is a G-rated blog :) Just thought you might enjoy another Halloween picture. My Grandpa Swede wanted to know what Pocahantas was doing with Captain Hook :) Everytime I explained to someone that I was Tiger Lily, they were like, "Who?" Is there anybody who remembers Princess Tiger Lily on Peter Pan? I mean, who can forget the song, "What Makes the Red Man Red?"

HAPPY HALLOWEEN

THE PETER PAN FAMILY :)


CAPTAIN HOOK AND A LOST BOY


PETER PAN

I figure it's time for another blog when I'm catching up with other blogger friends, and I find my blog link at the bottom showing that I posted a week ago. I'm such a blog slacker! Anyway, Halloween was good times with the Wild Whitts. Jase wanted to be Peter Pan, so I fashioned our costumes after the Disney movie. Jase was so excited to spray his hair an orange color, just like Peter Pan. He even told me that if he climbed up high and jumped down, he could fly! I quickly explained that couldn't happen...at least, not without pixie dust :) We made a candy haul in Milford and probably gave everyone a good laugh. I love Halloween, but I love dressing up even more.