This week

I was eating a few pumpkin seeds out of a bowl in my kitchen. I had bought them days before and we've all been snacking on them.  I ate 2 or 3 handfuls, then went for a few more when I noticed a slight movement in the bowl.  Upon further examination, sure enough, there it was, a live COCKROACH!  We haven't seen a live cockroach in the house in years, ever since I've been having the house exterminated regularly.  I didn't even think they were out and about yet!  I quickly spit them out, ran the bowl outside and dumped it, then brushed my teeth three times.

I went on the Lettered Cottage blog and clicked on a link she had to a little girl named Lucy's homemade videos.  I smiled and chuckled and watched them all one by one.  If you want a little pick-me-up, go check it out.

I finally did what I've been saying I was going to do for YEARS.  I went through all my recipes and put them into a binder.  I've had recipes for a long time that I've either torn out of magazines, printed off the computer, or been given at Relief Society activities.  I collect recipes, you could say.  It's actually a hobby of mine, reading through recipes.  I do it in doctor's offices, on cooking blogs, you name it.  It's a sickness, really.  I like to eat, therefore I like to cook, therefore I like recipes.  So all of them have been stashed in a drawer.  Then moved to a bigger drawer.  And whenever I wanted to find a specific recipe, the whole drawer came out and the search began.  Well, no more.  They are now organized by category in a very handy binder.  Any recipe I could possibly want could be in my hands in 60 seconds flat.  Shall I make you my friend Nicole's Orange Goop?  Or how about Mom's Christmas Eggnog?  Or maybe the perfect pancake recipe?  I've got it.  Come on over.  Now on to the other drawers, cupboards, and closets that need organizing!

Miranda's team had their first loss Tuesday night.  They were 7-0, but now they've got 7 wins, one loss and one tie.  The crazy thing is that the team they lost to was the very same team they beat 11-1 the week before.  But she's having fun and that's what matters.

Eli is a crack-up to watch at his games.  He loves playing catcher, where he usually plays most of the game.  He's really good at it, but the funny part is that he carries on full-on conversations with the umpires!  He just chats away like they're old buddies.  And when he hits and gets on first base, he starts chatting with the first base coach.  At third base, same thing.  He looks like he's having more fun talking than playing. His team hasn't won too many games, but they're fun to watch.

I tried the idea I heard of putting coconut oil on your hair and letting it set for at least an hour before washing it out.  I did 2 hours with a shower cap on.  I hoped no one would come to the door during that time, and they didn't.  I'm happy to report that it made my hair so much softer and even seems thicker!  I'm going to do it every week or every other week since it's a natural way of replenishing my hair, and it can use all the help it can get - older, dryer, grayer hair is no fun.

A VISIT TO LOGAN

Its now 9pm and we just got home a couple of hours ago from our trip to Scottsdale to visit Logan and Becky.  Logan is receiving very good care from the nurses and Becky, who sits with him for hours (most of the day) every day.  Logan is being taken care of, but is Becky?  That is one reason I wanted to make the trip -- to check on MY baby, as she always will be, her and my two others.  Becky looks tired, as can be expected.  She doesn't sleep well at night and is sitting there in that small, cold room all day.  Logan wants it to be cold, because his wrapped arms make him so hot.  He uses the breathing machine with the ball you blow up to the top, then Becky suctions out what he coughs up.  The man who pulled Logan out of the water came to his room today and filled us in on the details.  He said their group was the last ones to leave that canyon.  If the accident would have happened after they left, there would have been noone standing just a few feet from where he landed to lift his head up from the water and part of the group to get him back to the rock, out of the water.  Also, noone would have been there to walk the miles to get to cell phone service and call for help.  The group also took off any clothing they could spare to stop Logan's shivering and keep him from going into shock.   Plus, they helped Logan's date repel down the cliff, since she was still at the top and practically in hysterics.   Logan certainly had a Guardian Angel in that man and his group -- sent by another guardian angel or angels.  The group stayed at the opening of the trail to tell the rescuers that finally arrived where to find Logan.  Logan is still pretty upset because the helicopter didn't get to him for so long and he was there in his cold, wet, clothes --in the dark-- and in much, much pain; but I think he is a lucky boy and I am grateful to all the guardian angels that were there for him that day.  And who knows--maybe his determination and anger (to a certain extent) will help him get through this ordeal.  He said he expects to be driving his car again by the end of the month.  Good luck, my grandson.