The following TRUE story is the reason why my older brother just shakes his head at me in disbelief. I can't make this stuff up!Yesterday, I had to drive to Midvale (a suburb of Salt Lake City) to buy Abby's birthday gift-Zhu Zhu Pets. I can never find Zhu Zhu pets in the store or online because they are so popular. So I found this lady in Midvale who sells them out of her house. When I got to her house, she had a whole closet FULL of Zhu Zhu Pets, Barbie cars, dolls and buses. I asked her where she got all these toys that she is selling for double the price on the KSL classifieds. Her reply was, "MY FRIEND." Well, I have NO idea where this lady came up with all these toys but I'm sure I bought some hawked items.
So, it is now 4pm. I have to be home and ready to leave again at 5pm to go out to dinner with my family to celebrate Abby's upcoming birthday and Tanner being inducted into the National Honor Society. But the truck is VERY LOW on gasoline. I pull into a gas station in a hurry. I see there are 2 gas handles - 1 green and 1 red. I place my credit card in the machine, lift the red handle and put $45 worth of fuel into the truck. When I leave the gas station, the truck is running really sluggish. I make it about a half block when I pull over and can't drive anymore. Long story short, I call a tow truck company, and a very nice but smelly guy with only a few teeth shows up and tows us to the Toyota dealership. By this time, Daren is on his way to pick me up at the dealership. I take out my gas receipt and call the gas station to ask them, "What the *!@#* are they selling at Pump #8?" Their reply, "RED DIESEL." What in the world is RED DIESEL? I thought the GREEN handle is diesel. Well apparently,
THERE IS A DIFFERENCE!RED DIESEL is for farm equipment. I think this is VERY deceiving! Is it really red? Why don't they call it WHITE DIESEL? Or CLEAR DIESEL? Because the red handle means it is GASOLINE! I feel VERY deceived and VERY stupid! Well, the Toyota dealership called and they said it would be $1800 to fix this mess but then when I handed the phone to Daren to talk about the charges, all of a sudden it was now $1200 to fix. When Daren was talking to them they said, "Oh I guess you don't need a new $600 fuel pump!" REALLY? So today we are going to have it towed to our mechanic and hopefully it will cost less than the $1200 we were quoted!
WHAT A COLOSSAL WASTE OF MONEY!!!(Side note-Daren was SO NICE to me when I told him what I did! Seriously, I think if the roles had been reversed, he'd still be hearing it from me--WHAT WERE YOU THINKING!! But he doesn't get upset about stuff like this.)So the moral of the story is...Don't buy stolen toys from a lady in Midvale and just because the fuel handle is red, doesn't mean it is gasoline! It could be RED DIESEL!
Anyway, we made it to Tanner's induction to the National Honor Society on time, barely! WHAT A NIGHT! Congratulations Tanner on a wonderful achievement! We are so proud of you!
Congrats to Abby! She was the Eagle Of The Month for February! The only bummer part of the story is that yesterday when they announced her winning the award, she was home sick puking (We almost lost a couch....it was too close for comfort but the couch is fine.) 
But thank goodness for good neighbors, right? Because "Like A Good Neighbor, State Farm Is There."
Unlike Liberty Mutual (who is the insurance of the guy who hit me in the Yukon) State Farm will pay to tow you to a shop and you will get fixed and be all better soon. In fact, State Farm won't even raise my monthly premium because I did something stupid like put red diesel in you. They also said they would pay 100% of the bill. I think I love State Farm-they truly are a good neighbor! That Liberty Mutual is like the neighbor that plays loud music all night long, puts beer bottles and cigarettes on your lawn and has oil stains on their driveway. 
On Saturday, Camille was baptized a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. It was a wonderful day!
On the way to the church, Daren asked her if she was excited. She said she was SO excited that she couldn't feel her body.
She was worried if the water would be cold. But it wasn't. 
Most of the day, Camille's face looked like this: (She said she couldn't stop smiling because she was so happy)
It was so much fun watching Camille's excitement. She is such a joy in our family and is excited about EVERYTHING, especially about being baptized.
After the baptism, we had a brunch at our house. For months, Camille has told us she wanted a pink limo to drive her to the baptism, an ice sculpture of herself holding the #8 in her hand at the brunch, a Sushi bar, steak and lobster. Daren says he is in BIG trouble when this girl gets married. We compromised on a chocolate fountain instead. And, it was a hit!
I LOVED watching the faces of the little kids.
Abby, (who told me she felt left out and I told her next year it would be her turn to be baptized) LOVES maraschino cherries. When I was pregnant with her, I craved them ALL the time. I think it's funny that she loves them so much since I always craved them during my pregnancy. Anyway, she LOVED putting the cherries on a stick and dipping them in chocolate. 
I sure hope Brynn didn't get chocolate on her pretty dress. 
And these 2 clowns. Tanner's friend Justin said he was staying at our house until the chocolate fountain ran dry. 
And this little girl LOVED the marshmallows with chocolate.
It was a wonderful day-one that I hope Camille remembers for the rest of her life. There was such a sweet feeling at the baptism and we are so proud of Camille's decision to be baptized.
When Camille saw her face in the mirror (not knowing what Abby had done) she started yelling, "MOM...tell Abby to stop drawing on my face." They both came downstairs with Camille's face covered in Abby's drawings. I asked Abby when she did this, her reply was, "While Camille was sleeping." I was literally biting my tongue trying not to burst out laughing but I couldn't keep it in. "Abby, we don't draw on faces"...was about as far as I got when I couldn't hold it in anymore. We all burst out laughing. As Camille was staring to get in the shower I heard her say to Abby, "This better not be a permanent Sharpie!"
