Music

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I've posted this quote before, but it bears repeating:

"If you can say that a song is spiritually inspiring or that it urges you to see yourself in a more noble perspective, the music is worthwhile. If it merely entertains or lifts your spirits, then it also has a useful place. But if it makes you want to respond in a carnal, sensual way or to consider unrighteous desires, then that music should be avoided. It is not worthy.”

-Boyd K. Packer

Golden Raspberries

Raspberries! I love them.

Isaac doesn't. Which is a tragedy, really, because that means I have to eat all of them.

I saw these at the grocery store a few weeks ago:

Golden raspberries? I'd never heard of them. But they taste the same as red ones.

So of course I had to buy some. I was going to bake something with them, but...um...suddenly they were all gone.

I dunno how that happened.

With Grandpa

That is all.

Green Smoothie Popsicles

Two things you should know before you read this post:

1. My mind was totally blown when I realized I could freeze smoothies in popsicle molds--I love real-fruit popsicles, but I don't like all the sugar.

2. I'm afraid of blenders.

So I told Little Boy (months ago) that we could make some popsicles. Someday. And then I forgot. And forgot and forgot and forgot and forgot....

But I finally did it today. Since green smoothies (that is, a smoothie with leafy greens in it) are all the rage right now, I decided to use a green smoothie recipe for our popsicles.

See, they don't even look green. Little Boy was concerned that "green" popsicles would taste like limes. He doesn't like lime popsicles.

I used the first recipe on this site. Fruit, spinach, no sugar. (Edit: I made half of the recipe. It was the perfect amount for eight little popsicles.) We haven't tasted them yet, but the smoothie was pretty good before freezing it.

Little Boy is REALLY hoping that tomorrow will be warm. Warm means that Mommy will let him eat a popsicle.

A Raccoon Ate My Cat

To my usual readers: you don't have to read this post. Really. I'm not writing it for you guys (which is a good thing, trust me). Because that title? It's not a joke. But if you want to know why I'm writing this post, then scroll down to "Why I'm Writing This Post."

Getting to the point: A raccoon attacked and ate my parents' cat. My husband and I were house-sitting at the time, and we found what was left of the cat on the lawn. She was somehow still alive, so my husband bravely took her to the vet to be put down. And I cleaned up the lawn mess.

Why I'm writing this post: After we dealt with the mess, I did some Googling to see if this was some kind of freak incident or if it's something common that I'd just never heard of. I didn't find much, and what I did find was a lot of debate about raccoons' eating habits. So I just want to put this out there, in case someone else, in the future, Googles the same thing--yes, raccoons can and do eat cats. It happened to mine. If you have questions, you can e-mail me at teachmetowalk@ hotmail.com.

Simplify, Simplify

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I'm trying to do too much.

Something I've learned in my many, many years on this earth (ha!) is that simplifying seems to be a constant process. Stuff just sneaks into my life. There are way too many good things that I could be doing.

So I'm going to sit down and make a list of all these good things. I want to see how much time I spend on them, and which ones are most important to me.

I have a feeling that I'm spending way too much time on things that are pretty far down on the "important to me" list. We'll see.

Summer Days

I love when I'm not too big for the playground equipment.