The Burrs In Our Saddles

So our second day we woke up and the weather was fairly decent. We could see for a ways and decided to go to The Peak. It is a big building with observation decks and you can see all of Hong Kong. We spent quite a while at The Peak taking pictures and looking. Kind of funny, but pretty. We came down back to ground level and walked around a very skinny windy road to go to the spot where Hong Kong was dedicated for missionary work. I have a picture of The Father pointing at the date (7/14/1949) but won't post it for lack of interest. We walked back up to The Peak and ate lunch at Burger King. Nothing like good old American fast food. It tasted so good for some reason. And it's funny because it even tasted the same as Burger King in America. I thought maybe the sauces would be different, but no. All the same. They did have extra things on the menu like spicy sandwiches and stuff, but for the most part, the same. When we came down from the peak, we went to the apartment to regroup....

Last night I had a dream that made me wake up crying. I find it amazing that my emotions in my dreams, which seem so wierd so much of the time, are so real. So the dream went like this. I got up to play a performance; for those of you that don't remember or know, I play violin. So I "played" this beautiful piece with my violin and a spoon, not a bow. How did I make noise? you might ask. I sang it. Someone that was listening said, "That was terrible! No, that was worse than terrible." And I woke up crying. After I dried my tears, I was lying awake and had the greatest things to say for this post. Thoughts so great that almost couldn't have been mine. Now I can't remember them. Apparently, they weren't mine.

After my first unsuccessful post of pictures of my family, I'm attempting a picture of M3. So you can all see just how adorable she is. It's a good thing or with the way she has been acting lately, she may not have survived :-).

Last week we all got the chance to go to Hong Kong and China. It was a really interesting experience. The travelling there wasn't too bad, though it started out terribly. We left on Friday, October 5, 2007 to drive to SLC to the airport. We checked into our hotel room and instead of having 2 queen beds and a crib for our quaint family of 5, there were 2 double beds. Finally, by 11 pm we had a crib (apparently borrowed from a nearby hotel) and could sort of sleep. I don't know how long it has been since any of you have slept with an almost 7 year old or a 5 year old (in a double bed) that kick and thrash all night long, but I had a hard time. Then, an hour after drifting into not-so-peaceful sleep, M3 woke up to vomit in her crib. I got her out, tried to clean her up, and waited for the next episode. Keep in mind we only had so many pjs for the trip and now M3 was down 1; I wasn't about to pack vomitous pjs in one of our 2 suitcases to give everything else that oh-so-pleasan...

Well, I've finally done it. I've hopped on the BlogWagon. I have waited and waited for a few different reasons. 1. I don't think I have anything of interest to post--who wants to read about me except the crazies on the internet who just want to find my kids and do whatever they want with the information I provide? 2. I am so in-eloquent (see what I mean?!) in what I want to say. 3. I have no great epiphonies or thoughts that just must be shared. In fact, I don't have many epiphonies or thoughts. Huh. 4. I am so inconsistent. I'll start this blog and then only post once a year. How interesting for those reading it. Or, I'll start off really well but then lose momentum. That's how it is with a lot of the things I do--cleaning, laundry, parenting, you name it. 5. I'm so technically retarded that it will be (already has been) frustrating since I can't do what I want to do with this wonderful blog. You may say, "What is there to not be able to do? It...