editor's note:

After discussing the previous post with my dear, sweet, spell-checking, grammar (er?)-checking husband...I've come to find out that I had a few mistakes in my writing.

1. Normalacy...i guess it really isn't a word...BUT it sounded better to me than "Normality" did. So i put it. You don't like it?...tuff! (and yes, I know that tuff isn't spelled "t-u-f-f" either.)
2. Grantite should be "Granted"...I google searched "grantite" in hopes of proveing Trace wrong, but I failed. Stupid google said, "did you mean granite" and then gave me a bunch of listings of rocks and whatnot. (dumb google, right?)

Anyway- my point of this post is to say: yes, my writing and spelling and grammer (ar?) are not up to par ALL the time. I type how I talk. I type words how they sound in my head. After all, it is MY blog and I can type how I darn well please.

PS. Thank you Show Low School District for making me so smart...

back to normalacy...

Starting Point: San Antonio, Texas.
Destination: Provo, Utah.
Trip: 22.5 hours.
Drive all night and all day....you know it. Would expect anything less from a Porter family?

Why? Why do you ask? Why would you trap yourself in one EXTREMELY packed car with a 3 year old and a 2 month old and travel across the planes of texas, through the ugliness of New Mexico, and to the lovely mountains of Utah? Well, I'll tell ya. It was to go to the opening game of BYU football.
Poppa Porter and the clan (Reed, Lena and their 6 kids, Beau and Keagan, Spencer, Dennon, Devin and his 2 boys, Jared, Brindi...am I missing anyone?) ALL got tickets to go to the game. Trace couldn't stand to miss it, so we packed up and drove home.
I can't tell you what it is like to walk into your house after being gone for months. There is something about smelling your own house and having ALL your stuff. You also realize how much crap you have. For instance...why do I have 5 cutting boards? Why do I have like 20 forks? Why do we need such a large TV? Why am I still hanging onto my High School softball sweats? (A serious reality check).
HOWEVER, you also realize how blessed you are. Like how I have so many clothes in my closest, so much food in the pantry, a huge KING sized- really comfortable bed, a huge park for Brody to play in right in front of my house, a vacuum, a mop, a 9x13 pan, internet...seriously, things I took for grantite on a day to day basis.

Anyway, Trace got to go to the BYU game. I did not. My eyes were so inflamed and red from driving all day and all night that I stayed home and just enjoyed being home and watching it from my large TV.
I also started doing substitute teaching...which I LOVE. I love the students and the fact that I don't have to make up lesson plans. I did have to leave my little Dotti for the first time...it sucked, but we survived.

And that is that. Brody just told me, "MOM, I am getting very frustrating!" So I better go before he gets REALLY frustrating. (Where do kids learn this stuff?)