Something Fishy is Going On Around Here . . .

This Afternoon Lamon was getting ready for a Scout Camp Out and was in the garage. He called for me, "Hey Mary, come to the garage."

So I came, and he asked me, "Have you been in the attic lately?"

I'm like, "Are you serious? Why in the world would I go into the attic?"

He then showed me a huge trail of attic insulation going from the attic door down all of the shelves in the garage that hadn't previously been there.

"Now that is weird . . . Why would someone get into our attic?" We were both puzzled. Nothing seemed to appear missing in the shop or garage.

So I go back in the house. The floor in the living room was covered with crumbs and I didn't want the scout leaders to come over and actually see how filthy we really are so I wanted to vacuum really fast. I went to get the vacuum . . . but it wasn't in the closet. I looked upstairs . . . no. I looked downstairs . . . no. Weird!

"Lamon, the vacuum is missing! I've looked everywhere."

"Are you sure?"
"I'll look one more time." And I did. Closet . . . no. Upstairs . . . no. Downstairs . . . no.

"Why would someone steal our cheap vacuum out of anything?"
I was a little nervous about this Attic tresspassing vacuum stealer.

Lamon said, "There is no way someone stole our vacuum." A minute later . . . "Mary . . . the vacuum is right here in the closet."

"What? I checked three times!" . . . And yet sure enough . . . there it was.

I then told Lamon the same thing I remind him everyday and that is that I am going to be senile at 40 years of age and he is going to have to take care of me for the rest of his life. To which he just responded, "No . . . I would put you in a home."

Thanks dear!

"Whock Whock" . . . "Who's There?"

What is it with kids and Knock Knock jokes? My kids have been constantly coming up with knock knock jokes lately that make absolutely no sense at all. And no matter how many times I give them an example of a "real" knock knock joke . . . they never seem to quite get it.

So my little two year old Ada comes up to me saying, "Whock Whock."

I had no idea what she was saying. "What Ada?"

"Whock Whock . . ."

Oh . . . "Who's There?"

"Abby"

"Abby Who?"

"Daddy!" And then she rolls around on the floor laughing hysterically. I have to admit that it is kind of cute. And I say "is" because it wasn't a "was" because she continues to tell the same "Whock Whock" joke multiple times a day. Funny girl!

A Glimpse of my Man . . .

The year was 2003. We were newlyweds both working and going to school. I would wake up early in the morning and catch a bus to BYU where I was going to school full time and also working part time on campus, and I usually wouldn't return until 10:00 at night. Lamon worked and went to school at UVSC. The days were long, and the only times we saw each other it seemed were late in the evenings when it was time to go to bed.

Well one day I came home pretty pooped. I was tired and felt sick . . . (I was pregnant) . . . and just felt like evoking some sympathy and being pampered. Well when Lamon got home he was also really tired after a long day. He came over and sat next to me on the couch and propped his feet up on my lap and said, "I could really use a foot rub."

. . . I took his foot a bit resentfully and started to give him a halfhearted foot rub. I was quiet as I was giving him a pathetic version of a foot rub and the whole time was thinking to myself, "I am tired . . . I have had a hard day and I am pregnant . . . I would like a foot rub . . ." But of course I was a newlywed and I hadn't learned about communication yet. So I just sat there rubbing and stewing.

When I finished his foot rub, I sat back feeling all victimized . . . and Lamon got up and said . . . "Okay, wait here." He left the room for a minute, and when he came back he had a little tub full of hot water and some towels and set it at my feet, and proceeded to give me a full on pedicure. He rubbed my feet, washed, filed, soothed . . . the whole works. I felt awful, and was completely in awe at my selfless and giving husband. It is one of my cherished memories. I learned a lot that day about love . . . Lamon has never stopped serving, and thankfully I have learned from Lamon the real way to "Love."