My funny girl.

I'm tormenting my daughter. I do this lovingly, of course. You know how when girls are little they pretend to be the bride and put towels on their heads for a veil? Most little girls have been planning their wedding day from the time they could walk and talk. The only detail left is who the prospective groom might be.

Enter Brittany.

Since she is engaged to be engaged, I decided to pull up some web sites with wedding dresses for her to look at so that she would formulate some idea of what she might like for the big day. "Isn't this a little soon, mom?" she asked. No, dear darling daughter, it isn't. So, she looked.

I have a friend from high school who does the most beautiful cakes that I have ever seen with my own eyes. I pulled up her photos of some of her cakes. "Isn't it a little soon, mom?" No, my dear darling daughter, it isn't. She is so good that she gets booked up. So, she looked.

She brought home an invitation from a co-worker who is getting married next month. "Do you like this invitation, or do you want something else?" I asked. "Isn't it a little soon, mom?" No, my dear darling daughter, it isn't. Would you like homemade invitations or something more formal? So, she'll look.

I love this young woman with my whole heart. She gets more beautiful to me each passing day. I think I've gotten her thinking about what her once-in-a-lifetime day will be. Now, if I can keep her from feeling dread everytime I say, "Brittany, come here and look at this."

Engaged to be engaged.

This is my girl and her Mister. Her Mister's name is Nate Trull. For this Valentine's Day, she was given a promise ring.

Brittany and Nate. Nate and Brittany. It's funny how my two oldest children have been dating people with my siblings names.

Back to Brit. She and Nate are so stinkin' cute together. He gave her a promise ring, she made him homemade pasta for dinner. You know, MADE the noodles from scratch. One thing is for sure, they will always eat well. Nate served his mission in Italy, just like her Aunt Dartell. He cooks for her. He's a very good cook, and we have been blessed by some of his food around the ranch here.

Nate is an ASU student. He will graduate with his Bachelor's in Exercise and Wellness in May. Brittany is a massage therapist. Isn't that cute? Their educations complement one another.

I love the cute little smile she gets on her face when I mention his name to her. So stinkin' cute.

I've fallen...(don't help me!).....and I can't get up!

Mark thinks I need a Life Alert button. After yesterday, and even though I'm only 42, I might have to agree with him. But, I only agree with him to a degree. I certainly would not want to become the reason that rescue personnel laugh hysterically.

I fell. Not just any ordinary fall. A naked fall. A naked fall out of the bathroom. It was like someone ripped the floor out from under my feet.



I put my hands out in front of me as best I could and went down like a Vegas hotel being leveled for a newer and better one. I thought for a moment that I might have broken one or more of my wrists. And then I cried. Not a cute little whimper, but an all out wail.

The backstory at this point is that Andrew was home and in his room with headphones on and the television too. About 5 minutes later he heard me and attempted to come to my rescue.



When he realized my predicament, and then, his, he made a hasty retreat and shut the door and called out, "Are you okay, mom?"

I'm thinking to myself, "no, I'm not okay, but there is no way you are coming in here to pick me up!" Long story short, I finally got up, assessed my level of injury, and got dressed.

Later that evening, we had a pretty good laugh about it. Brittany thinks I need one of those nurse pull strings like they have in the hospital bathrooms. She also thinks I need OnStar for my bathroom. It's great that my family is always there with the humor quick recovery program.

But, I am so sore today.