Saturday is a special day...

So I have the song going through my head.. Saturday is a special day, it's the day we get ready for Sunday... And I have a dilema?  Yesterday we got a TON done... I mowed the lawn, tied back the rose bushes, Jer took kids to the store, Jer built a play area for kids in the backyard (pictures down below!), we got it into place... totally forgot about Mariah's birthday party (Sorry Amy, I hope it was fun... I was looking forward to it because Ada seems like she likes your girls a lot!), took showers, saw my parents (they took Ada to visit and I think she loved it because she didn't want to come get me when I went to pick her up), Picked up Ada, and ran 8 miles, took another shower, Jer bathed the kids... now the problem is that even though all of these things are good things... The house is still a mess, I forgot to prepare my Primary lesson, I can barely walk so I didn't really want to attend church and sit on a pew or tiny primary chair for 3 hours... but did anyways... etc... All in all, I don't think I prepared very well for Sunday. 

This is the little play area that I was talking about.  Jer took out all the dead wood under our snowball tree and built a door in part of the bush.  We want to put in a little rock path and put a table in the house.  We also are going to put a knocker on the door... the store didn't have any in stock, but they only cost $2.50 so we thought we'd order it and stick it on when it came.  Cute daddy!

These were the vicious rose bushes that would jump out and bite you every time you opened the door.  I tied them back (and let me tell you... owww!  I have scratches all up my arms and slivers from the dead bushes that I cut away), but honestly I want to do more than that.  I want to repaint the lattice, replace the red fence since most of it's barely standing, take out that tree in front that's shading all the plants from the sun, put in window well covers, and plant some flowers around here... the problem with that is that ever flower that I've planted so far has died except those scrawny excuses for Rose of Sharon in the corner there.  Oh well, at least the roses won't bite you anymore.

Sorry, this is a somewhat nasty picture.  After my run, I had two blisters on each foot.  Both sides in the same place one on the big toe and one on the (index?) toe next to it.  I only took a picture of the one side because you couldn't see them if I did both feet together.   And yes... I know my feet are gross and definitely not for pictures in magazines. I wore flip flops to church today because the thought of wearing shoes just made me hurt... all the 6-7 year olds in my class thought that they were absolutely nasty and took turns telling stories about so and so's blisters that were huge, popped and got blood all over... for some reason I think they were all a little bit of tall tales, but it was funny.  Jer was my team teacher today... which means that everyone wanted to hold Sammy and Sammy didn't want to be held by any of them... hmmm... I don't think that they listened very well.