the millers

I'm paralyzed.

2008-12-08T10:41:00.000-08:00

That's it... I HATE WINTER!!! There- I said it.

Snow, sickness, stalkers (that's for you know who), my furnace, my pets, and just about anything that needs anything from me today. I hate all of it. I am sick today, so I think since I am in a rotten mood, I will make a list of things that REALLY grind my gears.

Here I lay in bed, trapped by the completely moronic Imagination Movers. We'll start there. When I was growing up and a show, commercial or song we really hated came on we would freeze completely until it was off and say, "I'm paralyzed!!". Well today, my friends, for the moment "I am paralyzed!!!".

And that Daniel Cook HAS TO GO!!! Don't even get me started on him or that lame Emily Young..... argh!!! I want to rip my hair out!!!

Poopy diapers. Especially Jackson's. He's hiding behind the chair right now, so I am pretty sure when he emerges waterey eyed and red faced- well then, you know. Potty training is hit and miss...pardon the obvious play on words.

Guadalajara, Mexico. Si. Nuf said. Will be there on Thursday... damn.

Hidden homework.
Me: "Do you have any homework?"
Addie: "No mom!"

5 hours later....

Addie "Mom, can you help me with my divisions??"

Kathy McKibbis-schlimmi-ding-a-linger.... whatever her damn last name is. I still get phone calls for this lady. Collection phone calls. Nursing home phone calls from her father's nurse. Doctor's office phone calls. And I have had my phone number for 4 years. I told one of them when they finally get ahold of her to tell her to stop giving my phone number out, and pay her freakin' bills!!!!

Ok, I need to go get in the shower and cry. Pray for all of us. Really. We're lookin at certain death and destruction. (Ok, not really, but I am sick.)

19%...

2008-10-28T10:10:00.001-07:00

That's how much of my 401K I lost last quarter... Lord only knows how much I have lost since then. As I was opening my statement, I was visibly sickened. The only thing that could have made me laugh in this situation was the following exchange:

Addie: " What's wrong mom?"
Me: "Oh, nothing."
Addie: "Mom... it isn't nothing. You look sad."
Me: "Mom just lost a bunch of money."
Addie: "Well, we'll help you find it."
Brax: "Yah, mom... I have 7 dollars.."
Me: "Thanks guys, but I lost it in the stock market."
Addie: "Oh... hmm... well, what was the money for?"
Me: "For when mom gets old and retires. It's so that I can have money."
Addie: "Well, when are you going to retire? You're already old."
Me: "Thanks Addie."
Brax: " I feel soooo bad for you mom!"

long pause.....

Addie: " It's okay mom, I'll pay for your nursing home."

And with that I laughed until my sides hurt. The only request I have is that Joon and I be room mates at the Coventry. Otherwise, I ain't a-goin'!

I overheard them down the hall about 15 minutes later:
Brax: " I still feel so bad for mom..."
Addie: "Brax-ton, I ALREADY told you!! I'm going to pay for mom's nursing home!"

Nice Suits...

2008-10-27T20:13:00.000-07:00

Right off the bat you will notice the title of this post. At first, it will not make sense to you since the correlation between "nice suits" and a wonderful relaxing weekend Halloween party seems quite the stretch. Believe you me, by the end I will have wrapped it up nicely and handed it to you with a nice bow on top. Promise. And, for the record I drove... *GASP!!*

First of all, Kudos are in order to Gramma Kristine and Poppy Rick for putting together a wonderful weekend getaway. Kristine (having been a 2nd grade teacher) always has LOTS of fabulous activities planned for the kiddies, and this party was no exception. She plans everything out to the T and I always leave each event feeling blessed that she is part of my kids lives. She is amazing to say the least. This year we carved pumpkins, made candle votive holders with spooky eyes, ate lots of yummy food, and spent a few hours soaking in the natural hot tubs of Lava Hot Springs. Kristine made arrangements for us to stay in this fabulously charming old school house that has been renovated into a place you can rent out and hold such activities. There are

lots of beds, plenty of room to spread out and though old, it has so much charm, it's beyond description. Plus, it has lots of trap doors, a stairway leading to no where- literally, and would be an uber excellent place for an adult game of hide and go seek in the dark or by candlelight. Guaranteed to scare the crap out of anyone. :) Perhaps next year. My brother Kevan said the basement reminded him of something from The Shining- - of course he always has been a pansy.

There was an indoor gymnasium and the kids had a riot playing ball, and riding on the flying turtles. Braxton and Jason had races and Poppy ended up throwing out his back in the process.

Addie threw a tea party before bed, and yes- you will notice that I am wearing my jammies with footies. (One of the perks of being 5'1" is being able to still shop in the kids section . Which means that I can still buy footie jammies!) I am not proud. :) And yes... I have no make up on... heck- give me a break I just got back from the hot tubs. The next morning we had a wonderful breakfast consisting of my pull aparts and eggs and sausage. YUUUMMMM!!!

So here's the best part of the story:
At the conclusion of the night, gramma stayed behind and got the kids settled into a movie and my brother, his wife Jill, my dad and I all snuck out to the springs for a night time soak. Being about 8:00 it was rather dark and cool- perfect for a visit to the hot springs. As we arrived and settled in we noticed a couple of girls (early 20's ) taking lots of pictures. Everything seemed fine until frame 643. .. at which time we started asking, "what in THE hell are they doing?". Once the photo shoot concluded things got even stranger. In a deeper section of the pool there is a horizontal bar sticking up out of the water. After hanging on that for a while they split up. One girl starting hugging the rock wall and doing pull ups. She apparently really liked this wall, since she was really getting into it (ie making out with the wall). Not to be out done, the other girl started posing on one of the wooden decks they have around the outer edges of the pool. She was pretty much posing as if to "tan" in the moon light, and at the conclusion of her moonlight tanning session, she grabbed on to a pole and swung around it. It came pretty naturally to her, so we figured she must be a stripper or something of the sort.

Weeeelllll, by this time, Jill and I couldn't handle it any longer. Being the sexiest girls there, we figured we'd better start reclaiming our territory that was being invaded by novices. (Actually we were mocking the crap out of these girls). I threw my legs up on the rail, Jill withered her body and we laughed uncontrollably. Apparently these girls didn't like what we were doing, because on the way out as we passed them they yelled, "Nice suits!" Apparently the best thing they could come up with. And yes, they are nice suits actually.

Hello, my name is Tiffany, and I am a knee-boot-aholic. It's been 2 months since my last purchase.

2008-10-22T20:07:00.000-07:00

When I was in high school I developed a deep, passionate love for all things fashion. In fact, when my high school sweetheart* dumped me out of the blue, I vowed to move to New York, never to be married (or have children for that matter), and make it big and famous in the fashion world as a fashionista, or plan B was to become a Broadway singer/actress. (Of course, you will note the absolutely striking similarities between who/what I am today and what I wanted to become.:) Ok, not so much.)

As the years have floated by (what has it been 6 or so? Maybe a few more, but what the hell- who's counting?) I have maintained my love for fashion, trying to stay hip and fashionable as I have become olddddd... My love for shoes, handbags and clothing is only surpassed by my love for Lime Diet Coke. :)(Could someone fetch me one, please?)

As my husband can attest, I have never met a fabulous set of boots I didn't love/adore. Especially ones that are knee high, have long pointy toes, and spike 3-4" heels. (Que the angelic chorus!) So, recently I was THRILLED (to say the least) that our work uniform guidelines now allow us to wear said boots with our uniform. When that guideline was approved, I promptly called the Head Honcho and asked where I could send the bouquet of flowers.. but I got her voice mail so I hung up. Oh, how happy am I?? Immediately I started planning which boots to wear with which dress. I am talking kid on Christmas morning happy (so, for all you nay-sayers, there you have it: it really is the little things that make me happy). You getting all this?

As I went to my closet, I approached with some caution... after all, I knew I had a few pairs of black, high heel knee boots.... but since each has a special place in my heart, I lost track of them a while ago. Honestly, I feel sheepish in the following admission, since nothing could have prepared me for the unearthing of 7 pair of black, knee high boots... that's right, I said 7. This of course doesn't include any other boots in my closet: not the brown boots, not the shoe boots, not any other type of boots I may own.

And while I will never admit to this in person (so don't ask me to because I swear I will deny it in any conversation from here on out)...I think I may have a problem.

Oh, and maybe one day I'll still run away to New York... well, in my dreams anyway.

*What a total jackass!

Shoes...

2008-10-21T19:40:00.000-07:00

This goes into the "DO NOT tell Ryan" category... so please, do me a favor and keep this under wraps.

Confession: Jack likes my shoes. He also likes my purses and makeup- but that's another story for another day. I digress, Jack loves to wear my shoes more (in fact, the higher and pointier- - - the better). The other morning I left him closely attended (ok...so I was in the same house, but I could hear him rummaging around) and he kept climbing up and down the stairs. I didn't think too much of it since I could hear him doing something. Usually when he's quiet is when all hell is being loosed. So, finally when I was done doing my 2 loads of laundry, I walked out into the hall to find the following scene:

There at the end of the hallway, lined up as neatly as a 2 1/2 yr old can, were 6 pair of my shoes. Shaking my head, I looked at Jack and I asked him what he was doing. He said that he was "playing with mom's shoes... priidddy, huh mom?". Sure enough... he as playing with my shoes. At least he picked out all of my favorite pairs! Who knows, maybe I am raising the next Manolo Blahnik. And if that is the case, then yay for me!!! A mother's dream.

Sonofa...

2008-09-22T17:03:00.000-07:00

Where do I start? I haven't blogged in a while because I have been busy fixing all the things that Jack has done recently. Originally, when I posted my eggs incident, I truly did not believe that things could go from really bad to worse. However I have recently revisited that thought, since not only do I now know- but I can attest that things can indeed go rapidly from really bad to worse. Let's take a look see and find out why I now intimately know this.

For future reference, the following may be helpful to know. Recipe for disaster:
10 lb bag of flour +
curious 2 year old boy +
mom in shower
= HUGE MESS.

Observe:
This was within the same week as the eggs. How nice. Forget that there are starving people all around the world! We are well on our way to wasting as much food as possible. I don' t think we will be able to make crepes anytime soon, what with being out of flour and eggs and all. Really the only thing missing is the milk. I am drawing the line at the milk though. Because I think that at this point it is safe to assume that one can, indeed, cry over spilled milk (and for that matter, spilled flour and smashed eggs too).

Yearbook yourself

2008-09-14T11:56:00.000-07:00

Are you ready to pee your pants because you're laughing so hard? Check out
this site! You put in your picture and it spits out a photo of you in yearbook fashion from 1950-2000. It is hilarious. I thought you all might like to know how we looked over the many years we spent repeating High School.

One in the same, I think.

2008-09-11T09:54:00.000-07:00

So, frequently (like flippin' weekly) I have this little exchange at work, usually with someone I have just met or only worked with a few times:

Me: -Insert quick one liner here-. (This last weeks was said in answering a passengers question on how to open the bathroom door. I answered, "Just turn the knob and push". Then under my breath I said, "just like on your trailer." Hey, I was in a bad mood....)

Other person: You know who you remind me of?

Me: No. Who? (In my head: Geez- only do this once a week, but let's play along anyhoo--)

Other person: Karen, From Will and Grace.

Me: Noooo.... are you serious?

Other person: Dead on. Perfect.
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So, in having this exchange this last week, I decided to do a little research. I have been closely watching episodes here and there and finally broke down this morning and did a youtube search. I think you'll find the similarities striking.

Um... Ok. Next?

On second thought...

Nope! But she is Fabulous!!!

Damn it all!!

2008-09-10T12:51:00.000-07:00

My gramps (Sam) used to say, "Damn it all, Margie!" to just about anything that didn't suit his fancy. In fact, that was my favorite thing to hear since I would smile from ear to ear when he said it, mostly because of the way it was delivered. So, what does that have to do with this post? Well, I will tell you. I have had a "damn it all" day.

Let's start at the beginning. I didn't sleep particularly well last night and spent a few hours watching infomercials for various products. I sheepishly admit that I ended up ordering a few items that perhaps I shouldn't have. That belongs into the "Do NOT tell Ryan" category. At nearly 1 AM I decided that I would go to sleep, considering that the children rise at 7 I didn't have much time to play with. I am a full 10 hrs of sleep kinda gal... anything less than that is simply an insult. At 7 AM the alarm went off with it's usual irritatingly sweet "Good Morning" chime. I went in to wake the children and noticed Jack was completely nude. OHHHH GRRRRREEEAAATTTT!!!! I said (Ok, it really consisted of another 4 letter word, begins with S ends with T, but that's neither here nor there).

After removing Jackson from his crib and surveying the damage, I knew I had a major clean up project on the agenda for today. Grand! So, I plopped Jack into the tub and began to remove his bedding and accoutrements. Braxton seems to think that Jack needs to have a party at his crib every night. Those invited are the 2 Lions (Li-Li), 2 Bears (Max and baby Max), Mr. Flops, another Dog (Ralph) and Big Bunny. From what I understand it is THE PLACE to be. A real par-tay. Needless to say, all of those friends were subjected to a 'shower'. So, into the wash everyone went. At about 11 I went down to remove the load in the washer and move it to the dryer. This normally takes about 4 minutes to do. Upon my return upstairs the following scene greeted me:

Do you ever have those times where if you don't laugh, you are gonna cry? Well, this fell into both categories!! At which time I promplty picked up the phone and called Jodi (in the interest of Jackson's welfare). She listened to me as I cried/laughed. She's the best! After I hung up I looked at the mess, which consisted of 7 eggs, 4 on my carpet and 3 on my wood floor. I broke down and cried (like a big fat baby!!). As I was scooping up the egg mess my mothers voice came to my head. She said, "Don't you remember the time when you and Jeremy broke all of our eggs on the kitchen floor? We were so broke and you two broke all of those eggs. Remember dad put you in jail and fed you both bread and water for dinner?" I do remember that! I haven't been forward with my friends and told them that I have a record. Okay, my time served was under the crib with the side rails down, and I was 3 at the time- but it was close enough!! :). And yes, we did have bread and water for dinner.

As I cleaned up yet another mess, I felt her telling me how hard it was to raise 4 boys, and I felt a wave of understanding wash over me. At least I knew that she was there wiping my tears as I wiped up the goopy mess.
And yes, Jackson was sentenced this afternoon... to a nap.

"Damn it all, Margie!"

Could it be??

2008-09-09T20:37:00.000-07:00

School started a while ago (3 weeks), and as tradition goes, most mom's do the annual first day photo. This year was certainly no exception. It went something like this:

Me: "Kids, get over here lets get a picture."
Kids: "But mom..."
Me: "Come on... right here in front of the sign. You guys look great!"
Kids: "Fine... but hurry there's our friends and we need to see who our teachers are!"
Snap! Great!!

20 minutes later in the car, I decide to look over my handiwork. Perhaps you will think the same thing I did when I looked at this picture:

I said to myself, " Is that the same child??" For all of those of you that think Addie looks like me and Braxton looks like Ryan, I submit this as proof positive that none of my children look like me. Case Closed!

Cake Wrecks

2008-09-08T09:49:00.000-07:00

If you haven't taken the time to visit this blog, then please do. I laugh OUT loud every day that I read it. To the point of crying. It is hilarious!

What is it? This blog is dedicated to professional cakes that come out all wrong. My brother sent me the link, and I am addicted. This last cake (the Tiffany cake) made me want to die. Check it out, you'll thank me later. Promise.

I'm Baaaaaccckkk!!!

2008-09-07T19:15:00.000-07:00

Yes, I know. My sweet BFF told me that my readership numbers are way down... to like nothing. She also informed me that people were starting to not read my blog anymore. I figured that isn't really surprising, since I haven't blogged since MAY!!!! I know... in my defense, it has been a long summer filled with many trips to Wyoming- which in case you were wondering is God's country, according to my DH. Needless to say, I am back on the wagon and trying to settle back into my life.

Speaking of which, I need to vent for a moment. Why is it that I am the only person qualified to change out a roll of toilet paper? That is, of course, after being the only one qualified to find said toilet paper. To let you in on a little secret- I hide the toilet paper. It is in the garage on the shelf (next to the paper towels) in plain view. But, no one can ever find it. Hmmm... I am sure glad that I attended that pre-wife/mothering course wherein I learned vital things like: how to know where everything in the house is at any given moment, how to wash-rinse-dry & fold clothing for 5 people simultaneously, emptying the trash cans, replacing toilet paper rolls, how to scrub a toilet and wipe a mirror, etc. Well worth my time. Anyone planning on having a husband or children: Highly recommend this class. It will serve you well... especially since you will now be the sole authority on such things.

(sliding my soap box back to it's proper location) Ok.... whew!!

So I am back, and I hope that you spread the word. I don't want my eagle award revoked. Ok, so I gave it to myself, but still!

The apple doesn't fall far from the tree....

2008-05-22T12:23:00.001-07:00

Addie graciously let me know as we were leaving the base ball game on Monday that: "Mom!! This is it! This is the car I want when I turn 16!! That's the color and everything!!!!"

Mmm..hmm... go ask your father. If he says yes, then we'll share it....

Major Meague Mama

2008-05-13T09:09:00.000-07:00

Well, I have officially arrived. I have entered the next era as a mom. Driving kids to games and practices now define my Monday and Wednesday evening activities. Which, don't get me wrong, I knew was part of the plan when I became a Miller. You see, in the Miller Clan, sports is a must. Excelling at sports is also a must. So, when Braxton started T-Ball this week, I knew the pressure was on: Go BIG- or GO HOME! I have long been hesitant to put him in sports, because he is so sweet, and I didn't want that to be replaced by macho, sports-guy attitude. Now, when it comes to football, I don't think I will be as happy to allow him to play, but having married you-know-who, I do believe it is inevitable. At least in T-Ball theres little to no contact, which makes me happy. At least he won't get pummeled by the other kids. As far as how he's doing? He has gotten along well in his new found place in the world, much to my appeasement. I am one proud mama! He's a natural, which comes from me- regardless of what my husband says. He makes things up all the time.... :o).

HMD

2008-05-11T20:33:00.000-07:00

Let's face it.... at the risk of sounding like a pouty child, I am going to throw this one out there. Hopefully it doesn't sound like it as you read on, but I hope you stick with me here.

I am going to be brutally honest, and I hope that I don't come across as a little black rain cloud, because I am not trying to be one. But this is relevant, so stick with me. I don't like mothers day. There- I said it. That's right. I don't. I did when I was a kid, because I had the best mother in the whole world, and there are a lot of days when I just feel like I don't measure up. Granted my mother had her flaws, and maybe she yelled a lot more than I remember her doing, but overall I would give her a "10". And I miss ehr a whole lot... probably more than I can articulate. That's why I don't like Mother's Day. Certainly my children did a great job in making my day a happy one... I was in Billings, MT early Sunday morning, and flew back only to have my phone ring in the car on the way home.... it was Braxton.

"Mom, can you stop at the store on your way home?"
"Why son, what do you need?"
"Nothing mom, we just aren't ready for you to come home yet. "
"Okay son, I will drive around for a while. Call me when you're done."
45 minutes later....

"Okay mom.. we're almost done..."

This was the best part of my day:

Addie made me the cutest picture that she sewed at school, and the corsage that Braxton made me (wrapped by Addie and Brax in paper and band-aids, because they couldn't find any tape). My husband bought me a beautiful necklace and an outfit that I love, and Jack.... oh, Jack. The card with his handprint and picture on it brought tears to my eyes and made me forget the stinging that my heart felt all morning. Thanks my little family... thanks.

Oh, and by the way... Happy Mother's Day, mom... I love you.

This is what happens when...

2008-04-30T19:23:00.000-07:00

you leave your camera within a child's reach. No, age doesn't matter, and I believe that even threats of broken arms or legs don't either. As I was uploading my recent pictures, I came across the following and wondered if I had taken to drinking, or if the camera had been hijacked.

For the record, it was the latter... now if you'd pass me my vodka tonic, please.
Oh... it's a JOKE!

I'm seeing spots!

2008-04-30T10:56:00.000-07:00

You'll remember this little number?

Well, here's the picture I promised. Note her forearms and neck, if you can.

Priceless. I love this kid... she's a hoot!

Melting cupcakes

2008-04-29T22:36:00.000-07:00

I decided that I haven't gained enough weight lately, so I thought it might be a good idea to make something else that would help in this endeavor... funfetti cupcakes. Yes, with strawberry icing. Yummy! Really, I am just trying to put on sympathy weight for Pam, but I think I may have gained more weight than she has, and in a few weeks, she's gonna have something to show for hers! Me, I'll just have a bruised ego when I am done. But, I digress.

I ran out of batter about 4 empty cupie cakes early. My mothers voice was screaming its usual warning in my head (just like it did when I was a kid) to make sure that I filled up the empty cakemolds with water for an even bake. When finished the cakes looked like this:

Yes, you will note the rust in my el cheap-o cupcake pan. Well, Braxton comes in a few hours later and screams, "MOM!!! Hurry come here!!! The Cupcakes melted!!!"

I did not try to explain to him what had happened, but instead grabbed my camera to promptly take a picture. I knew that was indeed, a bloggable moment. Come to think of it, I still don't think he knows that the secret to evenly baked goods is a little water in the empty cupcake molds.

El Burrito

2008-04-11T10:46:00.000-07:00

My children love it when I roll them up right before bed. Many times I will hear from a darkened and long silent room:

"Mom..... can you.... do the burrito?"

And truthfully, I love it.

April Fools. . . on me!

2008-04-10T14:02:00.000-07:00

So my darling daughter thought that it would be funny to play a few practical jokes on some of our neighbors. (By the way, I have NO idea where she became aware that it is funny to do things to other people that live on our street. I have NEVER heard of such a thing!)

So she found a baby shower invitation and filled it out for some made up person and delivered it to Pam. She thought it was a delightfully funny joke. Then she gets this idea to cover herself in large, red dots as if she has some measles-like disease. Then she would run over to Cathy's house to expose all of her children to this disease, as seen here:

I thought it was a pretty standard April Fools Joke. Heck, I think I did something similar when I was that age. At any rate, all was well until the next morning when we were running late for school and realized that Addie was a spotted mess. So we rush through the shower, only to find out that the marker she picked out was not budging. It was a non-washable marker. So after convincing her that it would wear off (and trying to remove it with everything under the sink- including bleach and the magic eraser. . . I know, but she was fine) she was off to school.

The best part of my day was yet to come. Why you ask? Because at 10:30 my phone rang. It was Addison. Spring School pictures and whole class pictures were that day, unbeknown to me. Yup, I am NOT lying. What a GREAT day to take a picture. And yes, I will be buying the whole package, since it will come in handy later in her life, perhaps when she's dating. I will post the picture as soon as I get it.

Eee tin coo keees

2008-04-09T12:01:00.000-07:00

Jack found a new favorite snack. I bought these for Gilly the other day, and found Jack on the table the next morning- - - going to town!

Oh my hell-en keller...

2008-03-31T20:36:00.000-07:00

This is why a 2 year old and semi-permanent lipstick should NEVER be within 200 yards of each other.

Imagine my panic when I saw Jack from about 100 feet. I thought he was killed for sure.

Turns out "Primrose" makes a pretty good stand in for blood if you are ever in need of it. And, with my bad vision it nearly caused me a heart attack. It wore off after about a week.

Mini Indy 2008

2008-03-22T12:19:00.000-07:00

Mini Indy... oh my! Don't know what it is? Don't worry, you will in a second.

You haven't heard of it simply because outside of the SkyWest culture Mini Indy isn't really known. That is, unless you have family or friends within the SkyWest culture, but even then there aren't any REAL guarantees.

So what is it? Well, my friends- let me tell you. Picture this, if you will. 42 teams ranging from 6-20 adults each, using a souped up go-kart to beat each other around a track with lots of turns and obstacles. This is no small event, but rather a HUGE 3-day production with people dressed up in their NASCAR jumpsuits and a "go big or go home" attitude. Competition was stiff (to put it mildly) and cheaters were doing their best to not get caught. All proceeds from this race (which totalled in excess of $100,000- went to the United Way of Dixie.) Each of our 2 teams was comprised of 6 people that were nominates by other employees as being exemplary. Out of over 2,000 flight attendants in our company, I was 1 of 2 that were invited to take part. What a HUGE honor and boy was I excited to be there.

Day one started out with the kids and I in the van on a road trip to Saint George, UT. About a 5 hour drive.... which I thought would be nearly unbearable. I am happy to report that the children were FANTASTIC!! Not a peep or anything (PTL for the Ipod!!). That night I checked into my hotel room, only to find:

How nice! After a brief touch up on the hair and makeup, we were off to dinner with the executives of SkyWest. Our CEO Jerry Atkin, and our COO Chip Childs were there, along with many other VP's and important people (yes, including me!).

The next morning we met to register and check out our car and start practicing not only our driving skills, but our pit stop skills. Since we had 2 teams both team selected a team Captain. Rave Team 2 (car 72) was my team, and our captain was... ME! Yay!

Practicing for the pit stop competition.

After the practice sessions, we were offered a tour of corporate offices. Here's me behind the CEO's desk. Hope he didn't mind if I signed off on a few things. :) Thanks Jerry!

On Friday night there was a large banquet and a pit crew competition.

At the Banquet:

We lost by by 1/100th of a second... grr!!!

The last day was Race Day. We were supposed to ride in a parade, but never made it to the track in time (our ride never showed up). We all know how much I love parades, so I was terribly disappointed, but nonetheless I pressed on. We started racing and there were 4 rounds of driving.

We all took turns and had a grand time, especially on the wet corner of death.

Our other team ended up crashing and taking off the front end of their car.

We left ours in pristine condition, all things considered. We didn't win, but we tried hard and fought a good fight. In the end, the SGU Fire Department won. It was okay, because they were HOT. :)

Our President and COO, Chip Childs.

If you don't laugh until you cry, you aren't really my friend....

2008-03-17T18:28:00.000-07:00

This is an actual letter from an Austin woman sent to American company Proctor and Gamble regarding their feminine products. She really gets rolling after the first paragraph... PC Magazine's 2007 editors' choice for best web mail-award-winning letter....

Dear Mr. Thatcher,

I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the Leak Guard Core or Dry-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.

Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from the curse'? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills. Isn't the human body amazing?

As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customers monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior.

You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy! The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants.. Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'

Are you kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak girl, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory. If you just have to Slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong', or are you just picking on us?

Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending BS. And that's a promise I will keep. Always. Best, Wendi Aarons
Austin , TX

An ode to my BFF

2008-03-11T13:51:00.000-07:00

This shirt I almost bought for one of us, then I realized. . . who would own it?

I have been thinking a lot about Joon for the past week, and more regrettably thinking about being unable to do much for her to celebrate her birthday. I figure she pretty much had a crappy one this year, especially since she'd been cut up and sewn back together all in one day (which happened to be ON her birthday). And since we have been trying to figure out when we could take the same trip that our DH's took over a year ago and haven't found the time (mostly my fault), I figure the "make-up" birthday may fall into this category as well (again, probably my fault). But, whatever the case, I just think that it is time that EVERYONE know how great my BFF is.

Top 10 reasons why my BFF is better than yours:
#10 She helps me plan little shenanigans to keep us from going crazy.
#9 She is always telling me nice things about me and she makes me feel important.
#8 Most of the conversations I have with her end up with us laughing so hard we are in tears (eg a whole new...world?, the ken doll, Farley, the wedding photo convo...etc) .
#7 She holds me accountable to work out - - even when I don't want to.
#6 She would move heaven and earth to help me if I were in a bind (which has happened many times).
#5 She is the only person in the world that is thinking the same thing I am, at the exact same time.
#4 She is the most patient mother I have EVER met and doesn't swear in front of her kids! WoW!!!
#3 She is always looking for someone to help.
#2 I can ask her if I look fat in a pair of pants and she would look for something nice to say like, "well, I like your shirt." instead of telling me I look fat!
And the Number 1 reason:
She is the WHOLE reason I am not bald (from pulling my hair out), she helps me maintain my crazy life and is the best listener in the world.

I love ya Joon!!!! Happy Birthday!

I have proof!

2008-03-05T14:23:00.001-08:00

Now, I have a definitive answer as to why my children wait to talk to me until I am on the phone. Today the following conversation took place between Braxton and I.

Brax: "Mom!!!"

Me: "What son?"

Brax: "Are you on the phone?"

Me: "No, why? What do you need?"

Brax: "Okay, nevermind..."
(As if to say that now that I know you are not on the phone, I no longer need you. I'll wait until you are on the phone to interrupt.)

Anyone that has ever called my house while my children are home know that this truly is the case. My theory has finally been proven. Yay!!!

Why I love Fast Sunday

2008-03-03T16:06:00.000-08:00

While I am not trying to sound sac-relig or anything, I do have to say that Sacrament meeting on Fast Sunday can be kind of a drag. Reigning in 3 kids for over an hour can be difficult to feel good about, let alone, feel the spirit. Threats of death and destruction to my children often drive me further in the wrong direction. Then one person gets up and makes the whole meeting worthwhile. Usually this is the small kid that reveals some dark secret about how his mom swore at the cat or something along those lines. Or, you have the kid that we had yesterday.

"I'd like to bear my testimony and I know this church is true. I love my mom and dad and I an thankful for Jesus. I know that he came to America and I am thankful that he helped the Americans. In the name of Jesus Christ, Amen."

Sister Beach and I marveled at this and as we giggled, somehow it made the whole meeting complete. I love it.

Where in the ___ have you been?!?!?

2008-02-24T15:51:00.000-08:00

Don't worry, we are indeed alive. And no, we haven't been ignoring anyone either. We have been on vacay.... at least Ryan and I have been. And the kids, well let's just say that have been in the very capable (and very exhausted) hands of Granny Stan.

She's gonna kill me, but I love this picture. Those around me know why I love it (one name, Leslie Dale. I miss her.).

Anyhow, Ryan decided that we needed to go somewhere where we have never been. Which if you are Ryan and I that is easy.... anywhere you might need a passport to travel to. So, my DH booked a cruise. And not some little, dinky thing.... a 7 night deal. You know, the kind you have to take at least 5 pairs of shoes on (incidentally, I took 6 and bought 1 there.... wore only 3 of them >:| ).

After a series of mishaps and a long (all night) drive to Miami from Atlanta, we arrived on South beach just in time to see the sunrise and our ship come in from the eastern Caribbean. I shot the picture right then. What a sight!!

I will start by telling you my favorite part of the whole trip (and Ryan is gonna kill me for this since it wasn't anything grand). The best part of each day was arriving in the room at night to find the bed turned down and a folded towel animal/thingie on the bed. I took photos of all of them.... Incredible!

Day 1

Day 2

Day3

Day 4

Day 5

Day 6

Our Croatian stateroom housekeeper was named Dema (pronounced dee-mah). She was so cute I wanted to take her home with me. Ryan said she wouldn't fit in our suitcase, so I couldn't. :(

Will post more pics later!!

#2

2008-02-08T10:53:00.000-08:00

Monday night, Jack comes into the room dancing on his tippy toes and hurriedly tries to get my attention. Judging by the aroma surrounding him, one would think 'isn't it about 4 minutes too late to be indicating that you have to go #2?' He is adamant that he needs to go potty (I can tell by the hands he has placed over his bum and on top of his diaper while dancing).

So, I clean him up and he runs into the potty... where the following scene takes place:

And he claps and screams for his achievement. As he should. But, you might see what appears to be a raisin. You might look at this and think, "Self, I wonder why there is a raisin in that toddler potty". Wonder no longer.. it isn't a raisin.

Yay for pebble poo's!

Naughty Artiste!

2008-02-06T06:10:00.000-08:00

My son Jack is obviously convinced that he can draw, and that he is GOOD. Why, just have a look-see at his newest creations, all done within the last 72 hours:

From back to front:

the bathroom wall
the patio door window
the front room wall
the kitchen table and chairs... twice
and the little bugger licking frosting off his fingers

Perhaps it is time for me to send this budding artiste (pronounced: art-east) over to the Beaches for some quality art lessons. It's either that or invest in a good bottle of wall cleaner.

Bubb-ohs!

2008-02-05T14:48:00.000-08:00

How cute is this? Bubb-ohs!

Girlie screaming

2008-02-04T21:34:00.000-08:00

Perfect!

I thought I would play a little trick on my son who was terrorizing an itty-bitty spider. He didn't really escape, I just thought it would be funny to make Braxton scream a bit. He wasn't amused, but the scared look on his face was very amusing to me.

Super Slacker

2008-02-03T20:30:00.000-08:00

Well, I don't want to admit that I have had to put some things on the back burner, but I will. The blog is one of them. I suppose that if I were Phil, I would just find something to write about, and then back date it so I don't look like a slacker. :)

So as to not disappoint my frequent readers, I suppose I will update you on the 5 W's and 1 H of the past week.

(Notice the foot in the toilet.)

Who: Jack
What: New potty
When: a week ago
Where: home
Why: Time to get crackin' on potty training (Brax was done by 2, for all you nay-sayers!)
How: still figuring that out

Foot still in toilet.

We have had moderate success. On Friday night, we had our first #1!!! Yay!!!

No, this is not the picture of that event... we were just practicing a "Dry Run".

Short Cuts

2008-01-18T15:05:00.000-08:00

I just wanted to put this picture here, because it is cute. It really has nothing to do with this post.

Well, here we were last night going through several rolls (21, to be exact) of film that I have never had developed (I know, I know....). Since I finally got sick of that weighing on my shoulders, I figured I had better do something about it. So, I dropped them off at Sam's Club and the guys face was priceless. I told him that this was 6 years of my life that I needed help developing, and he happily obliged (as the sounds of cash registers were dancing in his head, cha-ching$$)! (There are some great pics that need to be blogged... but, we'll get into that later.)

At any rate, we came across a stack of pics taken at Universal Studios and DisneyLand. As luck would have it Addison said to me that she really liked her hair in one particular picture. It was cute and short. (Inside I was beaming, since I have wanted to cut her hair for a while now.) So, I asked her if she wanted to get it cut again. She said yes. If it hadn't been 1030pm I probably would have left skid marks in the driveway to go get it done before she changed her mind. But I let my own conscience prevail, and said she could sleep on it and decide again in the morning. She did, and she said okay.... so here we were this morning:

And Now:

I am loving this cut. It just goes to show that Addie looks better with short hair than long hair. I LOVE IT!

Super Bat/Fire/Man

2008-01-17T14:09:00.001-08:00

Here he comes to save the day! It's Super Bat/Fire/Man!

What's so special about him, you ask? Well, he's the only person that can sense a fire, fly to it and put it out all in a single bound... or something like that.

Why just have a look-see. The things boys dream up.

Number One Issue for Voters in 2oo8

2008-01-16T21:44:00.000-08:00

WARNING: CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE- but is funny nonetheless.

Poll: Bullshit Is Most Important Issue For 2008 Voters

Going Green

2008-01-15T20:22:00.000-08:00

As with most children over 18 months, Jackson likes to unroll the toilet paper and leave it in a large pile on the floor. I admit that over the past few months, I have thrown away more toilet paper than my depression-raised grandmother (or Al Gore, for that matter) would like. After all, who wants to use toilet paper that has been on the ground? I didn't think so.

At any rate, I think my older 2 kids got tired of my wasteful ways. This morning I walked into the bathroom and found :

When questioned as to what happened, they told me that they were just trying to "help us not waste the toilet paper". Since they couldn't roll it back up (too hard) they thought they might just drape it all over the bathroom. I had to laugh since the visual of how one might employ such TP when planted on the toilet, came to mind.

My children are now, in effect, treehuggers. I am so proud.

Frosty's Down

2008-01-14T21:05:00.000-08:00

I am gonna scream. Some neighborhood brat knocked our snow person down. Whoever that is better pray that I don't find out who they are. Because when I do, there will be paybacks.... and you know how those go. (No thinly veiled threats here... just death and destruction!)

Snowfolk and such

2008-01-09T21:41:00.000-08:00

Snow tantrum courtesy of Braxton.

So, first thing this morning my phone rings and it's my sweet BFF calling to see if I want to have her DH come down and snow blow my drive and sidewalks (again). (I mean to tell you, what would I do without them?) Of course I say, "Uh, No. Surely it isn't THAT bad, right?" She tells me, "12 feet bad", which I knew not to be the case since my roof was indeed holding up. (My mind now rewinds to the time when I was in High School and my dad had to climb up on our roof and shovel the snow off or, in his words, "if I don't, all hell is gonna break loose".) I knew she was lying, but I eventually discovered that she was not off by much. You see, the snow started off rather innocently enough, a flake here and a flake there. Last night I watched our fair Kevin Eubank as he eluded to the idea of a bunch of snow all around. But truthfully, I wasn't buying what he was selling, even if he did have that damn white coat on. You see, recently (more often than not) the SLC weather boys have gotten it all wrong. (Chicken Little comes to mind, "The sky is falling... the sky is falling!" Yeah, right.)

Well, this time the sky DID fall. In fact, it came crashing down and it all happened right in my front yard. Joon wasn't kidding, it was/is bad. Considering I grew up in Utah, one would think I would know a thing or two about blustery winter days. And I do.... except that we moved to Henderson, NV for a few years where the only thing I had to shovel was the occasional dog poop off my grass. Yeah, I would say that I became somewhat spoiled. I know, I have lived back in Utah for over 3 years, and you might think I would have brains enough to have invested in a snow shovel by now. Not so much. I am holding out... surely with all this global warming hoopla, sooner or later I will have tropical winters, right? That is what I am holding out for. But in the mean time, I will tell you how I got to rolling snowballs in my front yard today.

We built a snowperson. (That's right, a snowperson.... just in case the PC police are afoot.) I mean, what else you gonna do when your walks are completely covered with snow and you don't own a snow shovel? I certainly thought it was a brilliant plan to remove most of the 10+" of snow off the walks and then finish it off with the flat garden shovel. I have to say that it worked very well. I really enjoyed being a snow bunny once again, but more than anything I enjoyed not slipping on my own walkway. So, when I wake up tomorrow morning really sore, I am gonna regret it. But for now, it really was fun and we enjoyed working together as a family to get it finished quickly (before I lost my steam, and temper). Now, if someone comes by and takes it out, I am gonna break some tender limbs. So, fair warning: don't get any ideas!

My Recent Diagnosis

2008-01-08T09:06:00.000-08:00

Recently, I was diagnosed with C. A. A. D. D. - Child Activated Attention Deficit Disorder.

This is how it manifests:

I decide to do the laundry. As I start toward the laundry room, I notice that there are cheerios all over the floor and my car keys are in the cereal bowl. I decide to pick up the cheerios before I do the laundry. I lay my car keys down on the counter, put the cheerios in the trash can under the counter, and notice that the trash can is full. So, I decide to take out the trash. But then I think, since I'm going to be near the mailbox when I take out the trash I may as well pay the bills first.

I take my checkbook off the table, and see that there is only one check left, my extra checks are in my desk in the office/playroom, so I go to my desk where I find a sippy cup full of juice.

I'm going to look for my checks, but first I decide I should put sippy cup in the refrigerator to keep it cold. As I head toward the kitchen with the sippy cup, a vase of flowers on the counter catches my eye --they need to be watered.

I set the sippy cup on the counter, and I discover baby wipes that I've been searching for all morning. I decide I better put them back in the bathroom, but first I'm going to water the flowers.

I set the wipes back down, fill a container with water and suddenly I spot the TV remote, one of the kids left it on the kitchen table. I realize that after school when they go to watch TV, I will be looking for the remote as they fight over who lost it, but I won't remember that it's on the kitchen table, so I decide to put it back in the den where belongs, but first I'll water the flowers.

I splash some water on the flowers, but most of it spills on the floor. So, I set the remote back down, get some paper towels and wipe up the spill.

Then I head down the hall trying to remember what I was planning to do. At the end of the day: the laundry isn't washed, the bills aren't paid, there is a warm cup of juice sitting on the counter, the flowers aren't watered, there is still only one check in my checkbook, I can't find the remote, I can't find the wipes, and I don' t remember what I did with the car keys.

Then when I try to figure out why nothing got done today, I'm really baffled because I know I was busy all day long, and I'm really tired.

Don't laugh -- if this isn't you yet, your day is coming.

Ron White on Flying

2008-01-07T19:21:00.000-08:00

Jack n' Flops

2008-01-05T18:38:00.000-08:00

Our dog "Mr. Flops" has been a fabulous addition to our house. Jack is in love with him and the other kids regularly play with him and take care of his maintenance issues, like the hole we found by his tail. I was able to stitch it up in no time and 'voila!', good as new. You can't do that with a real dog.

(Exaggerated pause for the mental imagery.)

At any rate, we now have run into a few problems. Mr. Flops sleeps in the same room as Jack and Braxton. No problem there, really- I mean he is an over sized stuffed dog toy who makes no noise. The problem I am having is that one day right before Jack went to sleep, Braxton introduced Jack to the pleasures of having a really soft, doggie shaped pillow in his crib. (GASP!!) I know, I KNOW! You don't need to tell me- I have the motherly internal movie player that allows horrific incidents involving my children to play right before my eyes as a warning of what could come, or might possibly happen due to my poor mothering. (Come on, you know you have that too!)

So, after a lengthly conversation with Braxton on the virtues of not smothering your baby brother by allowing Flops to Shack Up with Jack, I thought we had a deal. Well, Jack liked the idea of having Mr. Flops in his crib. At this point I had a clear cut, moral dilemma. Banish Flops to the basement, or hope that Jack and he could come to an understanding that sleeping together just isn't a good idea. Braxton felt bad for Jack, so this is what I got a glimpse of when I went in to check on Jack yesterday.

Well, it looks as if Mr. Flops is going to the basement. Goodnight, Mr. Flops. We will miss you.

$47.60, Advil and a Handi-wipe.

2008-01-04T13:35:00.001-08:00

Whoever said that doing:

doesn't pay... never did it at my house! Look at my take for the day! (Most of it pulled from my uniform pants, jeans and other stuff... but it still makes me happy to find it lying at the bottom of the washer... sort of a reward for doing my job today. aahh.)

New Years Motivators

2008-01-04T08:44:00.000-08:00

Since it is a new year, I thought I might share with you some of the funny things I have seen in the past week. This week it was the demotivators found here. While I couldn't find just one, I thought I might throw one in here and there until I am satisfied (or until I get sick of them, whichever comes first).

Swear Fudge

2008-01-02T09:42:00.000-08:00

This is the time of year I wait for. You do NOT understand. Ryan's Aunt's (Barbara and Skippy) make us (everyone) fudge, usually ending up in us judging who has the best roll. All the while, making sure that we eat enough just to be certain that we are, in fact, sure of the results. That being said, each year there is nearly a fight over this fudgy masterpiece. Like I said, you do not understand. Apparently it is impossible to make this fudge. Trust me- we've tried. I did today- thrice. All three went to sugar- arrrgh! It's okay, my sister-in-law (who is the reigning Martha Stewart of the family) couldn't make it either. Apparently the recipe that they gave us is written in code so that none of us can make it. And when those aunties die, they better leave the secret 2 lines that they forgot to submit when they sent in the recipe!! At best the recipe is vague and open to too much interpretation. I need numbers, dang it!!

So, my niece Erinn, 17 (I think.. I know, if I were a better aunt I might know this information.) and I are trying to make this fudge the other night. By the time all was said and done, nearly everyone in the whole room had sworn at least once. (I'm telling you- we were a bunch of swear boxes!) My niece looks up and said that we need to name it "Swear Fudge". I do believe the name stuck. Swear fudge it is.

Neighborhood snowball fight!

2008-01-01T23:47:00.001-08:00

Don't send a lame Holiday eCard. Try JibJab Sendables!

Cookies!!!

2008-01-01T22:03:00.000-08:00

Jackson is by far my nosiest and 'gotta keep on top of' kid ever. This kid also loves his food. Listen to him as he stands on top of the chair and he notices what awaits him on the table.

Christmas coal and other goodies.

2007-12-31T09:55:00.000-08:00

Christmas coal. That's what I told my kids Santa left for them. Witness the reaction, and Braxton's initial optimism. Hopes quickly dashed, the children fall into utter disgust.

Yeah, I know I am mean- but it makes for the funniest of videos. This is a classic, don't you agree?

There's spies in them there trees!

2007-12-13T14:58:00.001-08:00

(One of Santa's Bird Friends.)

Okay, I admit it. I am not above telling others what I want them to hear to produce the end result that I want. This holds true in almost every aspect of my life. It is true that I would excel in the field of politics or political staffer. I am very good at spinning things so as to appear a certain way. Now, how does this and the above picture relate? Good question. I'll tell you how.

If you didn't know, Santa has his own special espionage agents. Sure, they look like harmless birds, but what you don't know is that they are spying on you and reporting their findings back to Santa Claus. Each time you see a bird, you have to be especially good so that they tell Santa all the good things you do.

I have noticed how good my kids are when a bird is around. I think it's working.

The Annual Rudd Christmas Party

2007-12-11T18:42:00.000-08:00

Every year, my mom's family throws a Christmas party and it is usually pretty fun. This year was a bummer because my gramps passed away only a few short months ago. He was so sassy, and that is what always made the party a "PAR-TAY". The party was much fun, so I will share some of the good pics I snapped.

Jack wasn't sure about Santa.. that is until he produced a candy cane. Then Jack was totally down with Santa.

Before food:

After food:

Braxton with Santa... explaining the condition of his room (oh no!).

Addie with Santa. Telling him she wants only 2 things: an ipod and a Nintendo DS. Hey, at least they're cheap gifts. (sheesh!)

My Gramma is the best in the west! She is a card carrying member of the red hat club. And she tells everyone. I love her!!

Gramma and Addie.

Grams has some Alzheimer's, as evident in the following video. She forgets what she is doing and figures "to hell with it... I will do a little dance number, instead". She's the best!

Gramma's got skills! At least according to Braxton.

It's a bird! It's a plane.....

2007-11-27T19:31:00.000-08:00

No, It's just Jackson scaring the crap out of me by climbing everything he sees. I swear, most of my gray hairs are because of this kiddo! Observe:

And then he gives me this little ditty when he climbs the other chair... like, "Ha! Mom... Relax! I don't need you to worry. I am the master climber!".

I absolutely refuse to push this kid's wheelchair later in life. You know, after the accident. Sheesh!

Paradise Found!

2007-11-26T09:36:00.001-08:00

View from the front drive. I know... beautiful!

So, we went up to my dad's house in Paradise, UT yesterday. I love how peaceful it is there. While I am the first to admit that nature and I are not one, this is about as close as I get to being that way. Right after dinner a deer came up to the rear of the house. I told him he was too late for dinner.... :). The only ones that love that home more than I do are my kids. Gramma Kristine and Grammpa Rick have the coolest house, EVER!

For example:

The Barbie Room under the stairs.. oh, shut up! Who didn't want this as a kid?

Braxton in the dog house! There's a tv on a shelf above the door. I think they were watching a Disney movie right then.

The slide from the landing half way down the stairs. Slide goes into the train room.

The Train Room. Love it. It is equipped with sound and flashing lights.

The classroom downstairs.

And, last but not least, the unfinished room that Jack uses as his racetrack!

Overall we had a great Turkey Day, part 2. Weight gain in full swing! Let us all joyfully allow the pounds accumulate!

Thanksgiving and such.....

2007-11-24T09:47:00.000-08:00

I admit I have not been as vigilant as I should be, so I guess I will try to play "catch-up".

Ryan's Mom was good enough to come and stay with the children so Ryan and I could go and enjoy the Monday Night Football Game in Denver. We enjoyed ourselves immensely by gorging ourselves at Maggiano's and other wonderful local eateries; sleeping in; experiencing a massage at a local spa; followed by the game. Ahh... what a nice trip. I had a blast. Thanks Ryan!

Thanksgiving was fantastic (if I do say so myself). But, I do have to admit, I was worried about the food. Not because of my mother in law- but because of . . . okay, my mother in law. Surprisingly, it couldn't have turned out better. Really. It was a bittersweet day, since I fixed most of the things my mom loved and fixed for us every year, like pistachio salad, great grandma's stuffing and morning breakfast pull-aparts. Yum.. my favorites!

Braxton made this lovely turkey hat at school for the occasion. How Festive!

Thanksgiving spread! Proof that I actually can cook!

And last, but certainly not least, I have been lost the last few days without my BFF. I didn't realize how much I depend on her to 'talk me down' or just make me laugh. Get home Joon, or else!!! :)

My Favorite Things

2007-11-12T21:27:00.000-08:00

I think most of my friends would be able to tell you spot on what I love the most. I love the usual things, like my dear husband & crazy children; my fantastic friends; my car and home. But it's time that the little things in life be given some recognition!

I submit the following for your consideration:

There's nothing better than a good set of black, pointy heels. No, I'm serious!

Diet Coke with Lime...mmmm....

Dinah Washington- - Sings "Relax, Max"
(And any other good old jazz music.)

Funny Faces

And, my mom.
(Thanksgiving was her favorite holiday. )

Minutia

2007-11-09T00:10:00.000-08:00

Well, like Pam I guess I am blogging late into the night, and the children have been asleep long enough that I miss them. But, tomorrow will come with all the stunts, craziness and minutia that I love so much, and I will once again wish that they were asleep. :) I do wish that there were a happy-medium that I could enjoy for just the morning and then let the antics begin. But alas, that is not my life. So instead, I reflect on the past week and I will share some of the best "little moments" with you.

And he knows it, too.

Mmm.. Pot roast, apple juice and ... Mrs. ButterWorth's?

Snuggling up.

Child Labor.

Up...

Our new dog, Flopps.

At the park. (In my heels, no less... )

Clearly 2 Binkees are better than one.

I love being a baby!

Little moments are usually the big things in my life. Thanks for being part of my... no, our week.

Cleaning the pantry.

2007-11-08T13:14:00.000-08:00

So, I admit it- I loathe my pantry. I could be grateful that the Wilson's (who built the house) elected to put in a pantry ( I mean WHO builds this house without one... oh, that's right! Joon does.), but it isn't big enough for me. You see, it all stems from childhood experiences that cause me to panic when my pantry gets low. Hence, it must be nearly full at any given time. It is just one of those things. Some people have their cigarettes, some people have their Mountain Dew (CM) and I have my pantry (well stocked with Diet Coke w/Lime, I might add).

So, yesterday I was cleaning it out and straightening it up. I had removed all the contents of the shelves and stacked them on the counter, taken out all the empty boxes (GRRRR!!!) tossed them on the floor as I was going- could I have picked a better time to film the interior of my home?!? Yup, but then this wouldn't have happened.

I moved the mop bucket out from off the floor and turned around when all of the sudden I got a load of this:

Dang funniest thing I have seen in a long time!! You have no idea how hard I was laughing when I was taping this. Especially when he would run into things and laugh.

I hope it brought a smile to your face. :)

T

What Not to Wear.

2007-11-06T11:05:00.000-08:00

So my older children dress themselves most days, and without exception most days you can tell. (Thank goodness for the school uniform.) Yesterday was no different. Braxton comes out wearing this little number (dubbed the 'Ronald McDonald' by Joon). Pay close attention to the socks.

That was my favorite part of the outfit. Enjoy.

Nack.....

2007-11-04T10:38:00.001-08:00

It is no secret that Jack loves his food. It doesn't matter if it contains 0 nutritional value.. he likes his meals. The only thing he likes more is the "Nack". (Which means snack for those of you who are not fluent in Jack parlance. ) Please view the following footage captured only a week ago.

I trained him to shut the fridge door, too! :)

Bang Your Head!

2007-11-01T08:25:00.000-07:00

No words necessary... Just watch.

(Jack does this when he's ultra frustrated.)

Witchie Witchie... Screamie Screamie... Happy Happy, Halloweenie!!

2007-10-31T20:39:00.002-07:00

Look at these little spooks~ Mine are the 2 goths and the little lion.

Last night the children couldn't get to sleep. It was almost as exciting as the arrival of the fat, jolly man from the north. Except this time the children could go door to door collecting 'gifts' from friends and total strangers. I remember this labor of love as a child- that is until I got home and found my sack full of crappy candy- like Mary Jane's and peanut butter kisses. I opened up my kids sacks tonight (sort of a once over scan to see if there was anything I might wan- er, um.... to make sure there wasn't anything dangerous in there) and there was only 1 MJ. The kids scored. Many thanks to Joon for taking the kids out while I gave out the candy.

** Warning: Here's where I go into my rant about the andy-kay. This year we had a few candy levels.

Level 1- was the animal crackers for tots up to 3.
Level 2- was the run of the mill nerds, twizzlers, general candy assortment that is pleasing to most.
Level 3- was the grand poobah... that's right- the full size candy bar (of my choice, I might add) for the kids I like and those over say- age 9.

Imagine my surprise when as I was handing out the candy, this kid looks at me and says," I don't like M&M's. Can I have something else?" WHAT?!?!? I am sorry, this isn't freakin' Burger King! You can't have it your way! Now get off my front porch. Oh, and give me back my candy! (Okay, so that is how it went in my head.) It really went like this, "Sure hun. What kind would you like?" I only look like a mean witch!

We had a little lion who wasn't really all that happy by the end of the night...

That is until the candy came in.....

And Oh, Nelly were we a happy bunch!!!

Happy Spooking!

The ghost of Halloween past...

2007-10-30T22:53:00.000-07:00

As I was running through the old family photo's (and laughing my rear end off in the process), I found a few from Halloween past. I figured these were too good to keep to myself so here we are, Halloween 2003:

Get some chaps on that kid! (You'll note the licorice in hand.)

Cinderella couldn't find prince charming.... so she settled for a cowboy.

Keeping Up... with you know who!

2007-10-23T10:03:00.000-07:00

While I admit freely I am not one to "keep up with the Jones'", this is one place that I have been forced to keep up with all of my neighbors in. That's right, all 3 of my neighbors created these blogs just to force me to create this one (I am sure its a conspiracy!). Now, don't get me wrong, it isn't that I haven't wanted to, but this is like a journal (which, by the way, I was only good at in high school- but that's another story- filled with boys and FUN!). So, I make no promises, but I will update as often as Joon wants me to. :P