$@%# happens!

This is how I started my day.
Chamberlain is "Potty Training" and doesn't quite get it. He went in his diaper first then ran to the bathroom, stripping down on his way. What you don't see is, the whole role of toilet paper unrolled scattered throughout the house. At that point he then yells, "Mom come wipe my bum!"

This is how it ended.
Shoveling Manure for our garden! on my family's land we started a Community Garden last summer. Its really rad because people from ALL faiths are coming together, gardening! Especially, during these tough times, people are and will, really benefit from this. In fact there is a 12 year old boy growing this year. 12 years old. The sad thing is, this is what his family is going to live off and depend on for food this summer. Other growers are growing for the Kanab Care and Share which is constantly running out of food. There is just not enough to go around. For FHE we decided to get our garden ready. I have never gardened (is that a word) before. I am so looking forward to this, the whole night my mouth kept watering just thinking about the corn, tomatoes, carrots, cucumbers, and sugar snaps that would come from the poop! It was a fun night we worked till the sun went down.

The picture with Chamberlain in the Wheelbarrow, yes, that is where we would shovel the poop and then we would haul it over to the plot and rake it in. Chamberlain would jump in for a ride back to the poop pile. All night long he kept saying "mom, can we play in the poop" and I would answer "yes we can son!"

My name is Ashleigh Burgess and I am a Pack Rat!

Let see this last week went by so fast. We finally sold our house after 9 long months. Great, however we had been using our house as a storage unit for all our lovely things. You think that I would have been slowly packing things up now and then with our trips to Utah County, but, of course that would have been the easy way out! We had from Monday to Thursday to pack everything. In those 3 days I discovered that I might show signs of being a pack rat. I KEEP EVERYTHING!!! I don't like to throw things away besides old and moldy food. I realized that for me everything had either a memory or it might just come in handy one day, or better yet, my kids might want it for their homes. CRAZY, I know. I just like old things. I realize that I would rather get something old with meaning then something new. I just couldn't throw anything away. It was really hard, to see this sick side of myself. I didn't realize that I had this issue until it came time to hall my grandmothers car off to the scrap yard. Its a 1989 Grand Prix LE. I wanted to keep it, even though it hasn't run since 2006, and when it did run it didn't go over 35 MPH, you had to keep jugs of water and oil in the car because it had a crack in the radiator and the oil had a mad leak! Yes, Josh and I have been hauling (i mean we paid people to tow) this car around to the 4 different houses that we have lived in in the past few years. I even went as far as, well, we can just get a tow with the uhaul and let it rest in the parking lot of Moqui Cave. I mean this car has memories people. Its the only car that I know of to date that has made it to the TV towers and floated down the creek, and still ran like a gem. Not to mention all the other random things its been through, we, as in my siblings minus Sage, all drove the car in high school. Except when Shelbie and I drove it, it was in its glory perfectly running in fact the smell was of my grandmothers perfume, Beautiful. She wore it by the bottle. It was great for us, it was this cute little sports car that held just enough people. And for my brothers it became the "Timmy" on Rod Dyrdeks Fantasy Factory. They destroyed her. Then Josh and I bought it from my father for a dollar when we were newly married. She was ours and yes josh drove it to and from work at 35 mph from Provo to Draper. The only thing I have left of her is her License plate. That is all we have left, and I have already hung it in the trophy room.