Genevieve's Blog Theme {Gilligan Spoof}

 Just sit right back and read this blog, this blog of a married life
That started now four years ago, and is written by the wife.

She loves to clean, and cook, and sew, and take care of her house
Not to mention all the work taking care of her spouse, taking care of her spouse.

When they got married four years ago and this story began,
Their union brought together a large family clan, a large family clan.

There are many characters involved in this ongoing tale:

There's Genevieve,
Her Husband, too.
The Millionaire
And his wife,
Mama Gingy,
The Professor
And all the rest

Here on Genevieve's Blog!

So this is the tale of the families as they strive to get along,
And with her sister's baby coming soon, it's a growing throng.

Genevieve, and her husband, too, are happy as can be
And love to sit and talk about their growing family tree:

With little siblings growing up, grand-babies on the way,
The wifey has quite a lot to write about, and a lot to say

So join us here often my friends, and read this catalogue
to catch up on the goings on, here on Genevieve's Blog!

i scream, you scream, we all scream ...

... for ice cream!

This is the summer of all things cool and creamy, at least for Hubby and I. We like to go on what we call "ice cream runs/dates" depending on the time of the week {"date" if it's on the weekend}. Actually, the other day when I was going around and dumping the garbage cans throughout the house, I was astounded at the sheer number of empty ice cream cartons, particularly in my husband's trash can on his side of the bed. Even on the days when we don't necessarily go and get ice cream together, I can't resist getting at least a frosty at the local Wendy's.

When it comes to our favorite flavors? Typically, both the hubster and I can't share a pint of Ben & Jerry's because he likes chocolate based ice creams and I'm more of a 'nilla person. However, there is one flavor we both can agree on: Western Family Peanut Butter Cup and Moose Tracks. Anything peanut butter cup-y and we're both there!

my earliest childhood memory

Being a psychology student, I have had to take Childhood Development as well as other classes that talk about the brain and its development. In fact, I had to take Childhood Development twice: once at BYU, and again at Utah Valley University because when I transferred my credits, it was a 200 level course at BYU and it needed to be a 300 level to count for that credit. Grr. So I should be an expert on children, right?

There's this theory of Infantile Amnesia, wherein it is debated whether or not people can actually remember events prior to their second or third year of life. I know this to be true for me: I can't usually remember what I ate for dinner last night, let alone what I did some twenty years ago!

However, if I had to pinpoint an exact childhood memory, here goes:

It was a cold morning, couldn't really tell you what time of year, and I think we were living in Ohio at the time, which would make me anywhere from two to five years old. I had this woven cotton blanket as a child that I couldn't sleep without and I loved to curl up over the heating vents and hide underneath my blanket until the heat turned off, letting the warm air blow the blanket up like a balloon around me {my siblings and I still huddle around the vents at Christmas time}. This particular day, I guess my mom didn't realize that I was up yet and I frightened her when I stood up. 

Another interesting phenomenon regarding memory is that our brains can form memories that aren't necessarily true. These "false memories" typically are more likely to occur when it comes to memories in our younger years because we don't remember them as well as we think we do and they are strongly influenced by the stories from others about the things that we did as children. Therefore, I cannot vouch for the actuality of this event.