I give up

It's become apparent to me that I live in a colorblind world (or at least I've married into a color blind family). Because of this I've decided to change the color of my blog.

Today was the final day of seminary for the year. The children graduated today and we had a big spectacle in presentation form (by the way I was one of the teachers). In some ways it's kind of sad because I doubt I'll have time to teach seminary next year and I really wanted to impart all of my genius unto the coming generation. But, alas, this was not meant to be. They will have to learn - and struggle - like the rest of this world. . . what else happened?

I spend $401.85 in gas last month. That's a lot.

Tate took two steps this past week - well, one and one falling forward. That counts as two in my book.

Welp. That's all I've got to talk about today. . . except I would say Read you Books of Mormon, say your prayers, and don't eat yellow snow.

rumor rebuttles

There have been rumors that my blog is colored pink. My blog is maroon. The pink that you see on the sides is not part of my blog nor do I encourage looking at it while looking at my blog. Let's not forget you are here to read my posts and not to look at the scenery. . . except for the scenery which I post.

It's also been rumored that some of the Broadbent family have been peeking at my blog and not Deborah's. This is not permitted under any circumstances. The end.

Random thoughts

This is my boy. His name is Tate. He's the cutest darn boy there ever was. Anyone who argues is a liar. As you can see he's proudly wearing his Bulls uniform. That's because the Bulls are the best team.

Tate is far advanced for his little age of almost nine months old. He's already learned how to growl, climb up stairs, and flirt with the girls.

His mother says he screams too loud. And she gets mad cause his daddy encourages it, especially in the hallways of our apartment building where everyone can hear him. Daddy's been punched in the tummy plenty of times for encouraging such behavior.

Today is his mother's day. He didn't get her a single gift but his mother didn't seem to mind. That's proof of how cute he is. Cause I didn't get her anything and I got in trouble. Ok. Ok. I got her some flowers and a dinner. But I still got in trouble. . . for something.