Six for Sunday

A few days after Friday but who really cares, right?

1. I love the first snowfall! Luckily it was on Sunday and we could loaf around and enjoy it.. Ella was thrilled and couldn't wait to get outside and play! I am definitely not looking forward to snow on a more permanent basis, but sporadic snow days are always fun!

2. Something about voter registration makes me nervous. Every time I have gone to vote I have always wondered why they don't ask for identification. I'm all for getting people (real people) registered to vote but I really think the process should be a little more specific and a little more safe. Voters in Iraq have to mark their fingers to keep them from double dipping - what guidelines do we have? The Honor Code? That only works at BYU ... sometimes. Don't you think both Presidential candidates should be concerned? Are you concerned?

3. I have previously mentioned that I love to watch the Lawrence Welk show. Especially when Bobby and Cissy make an appearance. This is one of my personal favorites called Music To Watch Girls By. Call me crazy, but I don't think Bobby is into watching girls. Not that there's anything wrong with it ...

4. Jack has taken to wearing one mitten. Maybe his hand is cold or maybe we have a MJ in the making. I'm not really sure.

5. I'm ready to talk about my "domestic" issue. I have hated being called domestic. When people have said "Wow, aren't you domestic?" what I felt like they were saying was "Wow, aren't you some frumpy mormon who sits around all day in your sweats and bakes cookies and cans salsa!" While this is mostly true in my case, I've realized something - Most people are paying me a compliment! There are a few underminers but they've been blocked!

There was a time in my life where I had a good job that I focused all my time and energy on. On top of that, I got paid well to do it. I was good at that job and people benefited from me doing my job. Well, four years ago I got a new job. I spend all of my time and all of my energy on my new job. It may not be glamorous, there's not a lot of positive feedback, the pay sucks and it's mostly pull your hair out boring, but it's my job. I chose this job. Why not try and be good at it?

So go ahead. Say I'm domestic. My name is Lacey and I'm domestic. There. Something about hanging out in sweats, baking cookies while eating salsa doesn't sound so bad. The extra bonus? Two darling kids ... who happen to whine a lot.

6. While I'm trying to be domestic I need to do it wearing this.

Or this one! Isn't it amazing?

Wait ... I can't wear this because it costs 75 DOLLARS!!! Who in their right mind spends $75 on an apron? Oh, I forgot. Lots of people because they keep SELLING OUT!! Seriously? Ok, crafty readers who can sew. Please figure out how to sew something like this! I can't live up to my Domestic Goddess potential without it!