Our local library is having this thing where you write your prediction of what you think is going to happen in Breaking Dawn. You do that, get entered into a drawing and you could win a copy of the book. I turned in my prediction the other day. I said:
"My Prediction is that Bella will grow up, get a brain, marry Jacob and have cute little wolf babies."
I thought it would be fun to hear your predictions. And since it is Thinkin' Thursday, what do you think will happen????
It is no longer Wednesday, however, we are going to pretend like it is. Watch my incredibly long video, then play along. What is your most embarrassing moment?
PS. I have always liked the fact that the word embarrassing has the word a** in it. Like look at what a dumb a** I am.
I couldn't let another Monday go by without taking a moment to muse.
So this is what it's like.
I have been running non stop all day today.
I have a To Do list with about 25 more things on it to do before I go to bed.
I would really like to go to bed now.
Not gonna happen.
I promise to have a better post tomorrow.
But not to leave you completely un-entertained. My friend did a post the other day and the title was "If yer gonna spew, spew in this". It really brought back a flood of memories. I am really wanting to watch this movie now. (Sheila, the entertainment queen, bring it to the cabin) This song.....brings back a lot of fun memories. Remember Farrah, driving around in a green Cadillac with you and me and Kristin and.....ya know, let's not bring that up......anyway......driving around listening to this song non stop while driving to McDonald's to get straws to twist and pop. Because they have the best straws for twisting and popping.
Emily and I have a fav-O-rite show we watch every summer together. Only for some reason this summer we hadn't watched it. It recorded on our DVR we just never found the time to actually sit down and view it. This past week we finally decided that the time had come. We watched all 7 episodes in 2 days. The show is Design Star. We love it and we loved watching so many in a row. We were very sad when we ran out of episodes to watch. The final challenge is on tonight and next week the Design Star winner will be named. We are so excited. We have been fans of the show since the beginning. Our most favorite designer is David who won season 1. His prize? His own show on HGTV. Color Splash. We have that set to record also. We have never missed an episode. Our dream, me and my gal Emily, is to have David come and decorate a room in our new house. While watching Design Star this time around we noticed a promo for a new design challenge show. It is called Summer Showdown. We watched the commercial, looked at each other with wide eyes and set the DVR to record that show too. It's our favorite thing to do together, watch HGTV. I was just wondering if there were any other Design Star fans out there?
Farrah's Wedding: Back row-Brooke, Coren, Allyson, Diana, Laurie, Karri; Front row-Kristy, JoAnn, Zac
Kristy's bridesmaid pedicure party the night before her wedding: Back row-Fressia, Allyson, Lauren, Farrah, Coren; Front row - Kristy and Diana
Back row-Allyson, Farrah, Lauren, Coren; Front row-Fressia, Kristy and Diana
It's time for the next installment of my special Flashback Fridays. It's still not too late to post a comment.
OK Di-ana it's your turn. This is what Diana said, "You know I look at your blog and I sometimes comment...please don't post any frizzy hair photos of me". Sure Diana. No problem. Let me just pull one of those out of my booty. Just kidding! This was no easy task though. I couldn't find any good pictures of you. I packed away all my scrapbooks when I was packing stuff away to put the house up for sale and apparently all the good pictures I have of you are scrapbooked. So let me just tell ya. I had to go under my stairs, scary, and move about 10 boxes to find these.
I really couldn't find the one from Farrah's wedding that I wanted. It is a picture of a bunch of us, after the wedding is over. We are all standing around the cake and we are picking chunks of the cake off and eating it with our fingers. I know you are in it because I can see the expression on your face. Anyway, we all started throwing cake at each other and my dad starts to yell, "I PAID $$$$$$ FOR THAT CAKE!!!! STOP THROWING IT AROUND LIKE THAT!!!" That was a freakin' expensive cake, by the way, Farrah.
Anyway. In case anyone is interested in how I know Diana, we grew up in the same ward together. She has 2 sisters, Coren and Alicia. She and her sisters and my sisters Farrah and Kristy and I were all good friends growing up and still are today.
And I might as well say it now or she will be mad at me. Coren is pregnant at Kristy's wedding. And do y'all remember those glittery bridesmaid dresses? We left glitter everywhere. I remember people at the reception had glitter all over them and people would say, "Oh, you must have been hugging a bridesmaid". My parents house had glitter all over for a week after.
Yesterday was a holiday in these here parts. It was the 24th of July, AKA Pioneer Day, AKA the day the Mormon pioneers 1st arrived in the Salt Lake Valley. It is a state holiday so everyone had the day off, excepting those who are self employed or are building their own house. Poor honey. He works so hard. I decided to wake up sick. Fun. Sore throat, stuffy, and very very very very very tired. The kids and I were very lazy yesterday. We finally decided to turn the TV off and get out of bed around 10:40 AM to eat breakfast. Hey, it was a holiday and I was sick. We have a neighborhood pool and we went swimming for a few hours. Then we went to my mom's house to eat dinner with her and my sister Lauren and my grandmother who is visiting from Dallas. I love the picture of Aubrey jumping in the pool.
This feels very anti-climatic. My 400th post. Or is it....? When I look on my dashboard it says I have 399 posts. Or it did before I started this one. But if you go to my sidebar and add up my 1 post from 2006, 245 from 2007, and 154 from 2008.....I just.....get...another.....number. After I post this it will actually add up to be 401. So YEAHHHHHHH! My 400th post was really #2 in my countdown! go 400....woo hoo.....
These are a few of the words that have come out of my mouth the last few days that have given me reason to pause and think, "Haven't I heard that somewhere before???"
Why is it that y'all can put your clothes on the floor so that they are touching the dirty clothes basket, but you can't actually put them in the dirty clothes basket?
Don't take that tone when talking to me, young lady!
Why are there clean, folded clothes in the dirty clothes basket!?
Do you know how long it took me to fold all those clothes that you are just shoving into your drawers?
Would you please stop trying to kill your sister.
When I said clean up your room, I didn't mean just shove everything into the closet.
Stop being a smart aleck.
How does it make you feel to know you can make your sister, who is half your age cry?
You think I'm being mean? Oh, ho....I'll show you mean.
Steve and I have noticed that Emily has really been trying to be good lately. So Steve thought we should do something to let her know we notice and we appreciate her. He asked if I had any suggestions. I thought for a minute, and while I was thinking I looked down at my nasty summer sandal wearin' feet and said, "I really think she would like to go with me to get a pedicure." So that is what we did. We went last night and now I can strap on my sandals and walk out into the world with my head held high.
We went to the library and learned more than we wanted to know about didgeridoos The highlight of the week was having a new telephone pole installed in the backyard. We also had our street repaved the same day. Very exciting stuff. I went to book club Can you guess what book we discussed based on the centerpiece below? I also went to Girls Night Out which is one of our Enrichment groups
In case you didn't notice, I am doing really bad about getting to 400. Part of my problem is that I made a whole big old giant list of possible posts in my handy dandy calendar and I have seemed to have misplaced said calendar. Or more likely, MB (I don't think I should label her anymore, maybe she won't know that MB stands for Monster Baby when she grows up) misplaced it.
Anyway, above you will notice some pictures from when we were riding ATV's on Saturday. And below you will notice some videos from the before mentioned activity.
Side Note: One day last week Addison was being especially.......energetic......going from one thing to the next. So Steve wrapped blue painters tape around her wrists. It is very light adhesive, less adhesive than masking tape, more like a post it note really, and it only took her a minute to break it off. So I just wanted to make sure you know that NO BABIES WERE HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS VIDEO.
Zac is my little scientist in the making. And he has been since he was born. Since he was little he has loved nature and science. He has been collecting rocks since he was old enough to pick them up. It used to make me crazy and I used to try and discourage his rock collecting. Then the older he got, the more interested he became. When he was 6 years old he could tell you all about rocks. He would say things like, "This is a sedimentary rock because...blah, blah, blah.....I say blah because I have no idea what makes a rock sedimentary. A rock is a rock to me and I could care less about how it was formed. I decided that it was very bad of me to try and squelch his natural love for things such as that because I could be discouraging him from his future career. I mean what kind of kid at 6 years old tells you they want to be a geologist, and can actually give you reasons why?
He also loves to read. One of his favorite things to read is Encyclopedias. Really. When he was about 5 or 6 we were at the library and they were selling one of their sets of encyclopedias. I think I paid like $10 for the entire set. And it was probably the best money I ever spent. He has been reading them since he could read. I regularly find him late at night in bed with a flashlight reading all about things that start with the letter L.
A few of the other books on his shelf include: Safari Animals, Rainforest Animals, Prize Winning Science Fair Projects, Lost Civilizations, Smithsonian Earth, Illustrated History Of The World, and most recently acquired from the library is The Book Of Popular Science volumes 1-9. And he reads them and re-reads them. I would be bored out of my mind.
Being the little scientist that he is, he is always conducting experiments. He has been since he was like 2 years old. These really drive me crazy, make a huge mess, and I do not feel bad putting a stop to those. But he still continues to do them. Here is one of his most recent experiments.
ARRRGGGGHHHHH! I went all day yesterday without posting. That isn't helping me get any closer to 400. Steve decided that we should take the ATV's for a little ride so I spent all morning trying to clean my house just in case someone wanted to come see it while we were gone. (I am really getting weary of cleaning my house before I can go anywhere) And then we were gone the rest of the day and didn't get home until 11:30 last night.
So here I am 1 hour before I have to be at church, unshowered. Toenails need to have a little attention before I can put them on public display, kids need to be dressed and hair done. But ya know, I thought, I should really do a post right now. I obviously have my priorities straight.
I got this idea from my cousin Marissa. I think it is a fun idea. So that is why I'm bringin' it to you today. (Mawiage, is wat bwings us togatha todaaaay)(do you know what movie that's from???) Sorry, I got a little side tracked. I do that sometimes. Anyway, here it goes.
Here are the directions:
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses.
It's like this. It has been just a little over a week since I invited you all do de-lurk yourselves. I am so disappointed in the majority of you. 20 different people commented on that post. Thank you. I had 2 more comments on another post. Maybe they think I won't post pictures that way, but sorry. I'm postin' em anyway. How many people have looked at my blog since I made that plea? 74 different people have looked at it 327 times. Ummm hmmmm. Rude.
Anyway......(I said that with a roll and bob of my head). It's not to late to leave a comment. Think about it.
My dear sister Farrah was the second person to comment on that post. Farrah is 3 years younger than me. When I look back over our childhood, I am really shocked that one of us didn't kill the other. There came a time when we were teenagers that my mother announced that we were going to have to share a bedroom. We were both like, "Uh, NO! I don't think so!". We begged her not to make us live in the same room together. We told her we would kill each other. We were being serious. She said, "You two are sharing a room weather you like it or not. You can either kill each other or learn to get along. I don't care which." Well, that was probably the best thing my mother did. We became best friends. I really loved it when she lived up here and was going to BYU. She came to visit us almost every weekend. She is now the mother of two very cute little boys. Farrah, I love you!
Allyson and Farrah sporting our Madonna hair thingies. We probably have the lace gloves on too, you just can't see them. The back of the picture says 1985.
When we were teenagers we were fed up with the Mormon boys in our stake and their lack of creative dating. So we decided to go on a creative dating streak. We planned some pretty awesome dates if I do say so myself. We were even gonna write a creative dating book. This is a picture from one of our dates.
Farrah and Allyson the night before Steve and I were sealed in the Temple.
OK, it really wasn't funny. That's just the title that keeps running through my head.
We went to the park to eat lunch today. As we pulled into a parking space, an old man walked by our car and he looked very confused. The kids jumped right out of the van and ran off and as I was getting Addy out of her car seat and putting her in the stroller, I had this feeling that I needed to stop what I was doing and watch this man. He walked around the fence to the park and over to a busy street. I thought he was going to step into traffic and get hit, he came so close to the road. He stuck his thumb out like he was hitch hiking and I thought, that was strange because he didn't look the type. And I knew there was something wrong with him by the way he was acting, like he really didn't know what he was doing or where he was. I still felt like I should continue watching him and a minute later a bus pulled up (he was standing right next to a bus stop with his thumb out) and he got on. I thought, he probably doesn't have any money and he is going to get out of the bus because the driver won't let him on. The bus sat there for another minute and then it drove off.
For some reason I was very disturbed by the whole thing. It just wasn't right. So I got Addy out of the car and into her stroller and went to find the kids. As I was walking over to where the kids went I saw a man walking around the park like he was looking for something or someone. I thought I needed to go over and ask him if he was looking for that older man. I went to go get my kids to make sure they were OK and then I went over to where I had seen then man looking. He was gone. I looked around and saw him getting into a car and driving away. I thought, hmmm, I must have been wrong. He wouldn't be leaving the park if he had lost someone here.
I still was very bothered by the whole thing and kept going back to the thought that that other man had to be looking for the old man. And I thought maybe he just got in the car to drive down the street and see if he could see him and he would come back to the park in a minute and I could tell him what I saw. I kept watching for him to come back. Time went by and more time went by and it was getting close to time for us to leave the park. I really felt like I needed to do something about that old man. But what was I going to do? Call the police and say, "An old man got on a bus."?
Then I turned around behind me and way far at the back of the park I could see the man who had been looking for something and he was once again looking for something. He had parked in a different parking lot and was behind me where I couldn't see him. So I walked over to him and asked him if he was looking for someone. He said yes. I asked if it was an older man with a white shirt on. He said yes. And I told him what I saw. He said, "He got on a bus?". He asked me what direction it was going and I told him. He thanked me and started to call someone and made his way back to his car.
Whew! I was so relieved.
It made me start thinking about how Heavenly Father works. When someone needs help, it usually comes in the form of another person. That's one of the reasons we're here, right, to help each other? I was so glad that I was listening and that I followed the promptings I received. If I hadn't, I would have been busy getting Addy out and getting the stroller out that I wouldn't have seen that man get on the bus. And who knows what would have happened. I am glad I was able to be an instrument in the Lord's hands today and I am so thankful that I listened to what he was trying to tell me.
I caved. I was making Addison a bowl of Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch with bananas and I couldn't resist. I mean peanut butter and bananas. And since I stopped drinking milk I stopped buying skim so my only option was 2% which tastes like ice cream to my skim milk drinkin' taste buds. So after going about 2, almost 3 months without eating cereal, I had myself a big old bowl. And now I feel like I wanna throw up. I mean, it could all be in my head, but my throat feels irritated now. And I know the desire to puke isn't in my head. Back in my cereal eating days, whenever I would eat a bowl of kid cereal I would always feel this way. And I forgot that Cap'n Crunch has an ability to coat the inside of your mouth and teeth with this nasty film that is hard to get rid of. And brushing your teeth right after you eat PB Cap'n Crunch is REALLY nasty. How I wish I had the grace of a supermodel. I could walk into the bathroom right now and stick a long, slender finger down my throat and be all better. Unfortunately grace isn't something I come with.
Have you noticed my Thinkin' Thursday's haven't been all that political lately?
So, this very post that you are reading right at this very moment is post #388. That means I am only 12 posts away from a major milestone of 400 posts.
And I was thinkin' , being Thursday and all, I was thinkin' , I wonder how long it will take me to get to 400. I mean, I have been really busy so I haven't been doing much blogging lately (or reading blogs, I will catch up on you all very soon), so it could take a while. But man, I am so close, I wanna be there now. Why? I don't know, cause I got nuthin better to think about.
As that thought was rollin about in me noggin I started to think, ya know, I have a tendency to ramble on about nothing all the time. Remember my 5+ minute ice cream video? So I thought, I bet I could roll out a whole slew of posts real quick like and be at 400 in no time.
And I started to wonder how many days it would take me.
And I started to wonder how many days you think it will take me.
And I though, wow. Blogger has a nifty little polling device I could add to my blog and people could make a guess.
And then I thought, who needs sleep, I think I'll go downstairs and whip up a poll right now.
And here I am.
Rambling again.
So, take the poll. All you silent readers can take it too. I promise it won't kill you.
And now the screen is blurry and I feel like I have a rock in my contact so I think I will shut it up now.
Don't forget to check back often. I'm about to start my bloggin roll. Just as soon as I perform my rock removal and get a little sleep.
This is my wild monster baby (I really should stop calling her that) (she really should stop acting like one) taking a bath. Yes, this is how she takes a bath. Every time. Yes it makes me crazy. It doesn't seem to bother her that she almost drowns every time she does it. So, this is why I only bathe her once every 2-3 weeks. And I don't actually put her in the tub, I just hose her off outside.
Since someone came to see the house on Sunday, we had to vacate the premises. So we went downtown to Temple Square. Here are some pictures of our little adventure. Once again everyone had a great time, except for the person trying to keep Monster Baby quiet and destruction free. That person was me.
Sooooooo.......Somebody came to see the house yesterday. They want to buy it. I'm trying not to get too excited because they just moved from out of state and they still have to sell their house. They were transferred here with the husbands company and his company has some type of program where they will buy their house. They are checking on it. My agent said that those programs usually put the house on the market for 3 months and if it doesn't sell then they buy it. They said they want to rent it from us if they can't sell their house now. Not sure how I feel about that. We will wait and see what happens. In the meantime we have some one coming to see it tonight. HELLO! The house is spotlessly clean now from yesterday. How am I supposed to keep that up til tonight when I have 4 kids running around?
It really is running me ragged trying to keep the house constantly clean with all the kids home. Especially with Monster Baby in the mix.
Speaking of Monster Baby. Hhhhhhh. That child is.....I don't even know. She is making me very tired. My mom and Lauren got really mad when they read my post about her being naughty. How dare I call their sweet baby naughty? She's not naughty. Ha. Well, guess what? They babysat her on Saturday. Ummm hmmmm. Guess who's calling her naughty now????
I had a very disturbing dream the other night. VERY DISTURBING! I had a dream that something upset me and I started drinking to numb my feelings and I became an alcoholic. It was very detailed and very vivid and I was feeling all the emotions and everything. HELLO! What the heck?! OK, I have never even touched a bottle of alcohol. I have never had a desire to drink alcohol. I was drinking to numb my feelings? Holy cow! I have this thing about taking any kind of drug into my body. I freak out if I have to take Tylenol. The dream was a couple of days ago and I am still upset by it.
I was cooking the other day and I was making something with lemon juice in it. So I took a big swig out of the bottle (there's my alcoholic tendencies showing through). I tried really hard not to make a sour face. I swallowed it and everything without making one and I was able to hold off the sour face for several seconds after swallowing but then the sour face came. I'm just curious if it's just me or does everyone have to make a sour face when drinking lemon juice. So will you please try it and let me know? Like right now?
OK, I have been trying for forever to embed this video but for some reason it won't work. You can click here to watch it.
Last night I put Addy and Aubrey in bed. Zac and Emily were supposed to be in bed reading. I was dead tired so I was up in my room. A while later I went to tell them it was time to go to sleep. They were watching Jurassic Park in Zac's room on his PlayStation with the volume turned way down. I was so mad because I know we are going to have repercussions from their viewing. I have somehow managed to raise scaredy cat children (I have no idea where they get it) and I didn't want to have to deal with them not being able to sleep or go down in the basement by themselves for fear of dinosaurs lurking around. So I was saying something along those lines to them while I opened Zac's blinds to check his window and make sure it was locked. He looked outside and, even though it was still a little light out, said "Oh, it's already dark outside. It must be late. I think I'll turn this off and go to bed." Oh, did I forget to mention that it was at the very most scariest part of the movie? And also that Zac is my hardest child to get to go to bed at night. It just made me laugh.
Thank you to all of you who have commented on my Thinkin' Thursday so far. I am excited. I already know which pictures I am gonna use for some of you. And I have some in mind for those of you who I think are probably reading this in silence still, so speak up will you!
I must say, there are still more people looking at my blog today than there are commenting. Thank you to Momma Gibbons who so far is the only person brave enough to comment who hasn't commented before. I have a picture in mind for you too. So see, don't you wanna know, all you out there who have yet to comment? Don't you wanna know what picture I will post for you?
And thank you to "The Nanny" who was the very first to comment. Just for that you get a bonus picture. The nanny grew up across the street from me. I was her very first babysitter. No wonder she turned out so good. She's all grown up now and ready to head off to college. I have enjoyed reading her blog and getting to know the adult her a little better. I have found that the two of us have a few things in common, other than growing up on the same street. We are both scaredy cats. We are both opinionated. And most importantly, we both like crunchy sandwiches.
So here is a picture of The Nanny when she was a flower girl at my wedding.
It's like this. I know you're there. I do. You might be slinkin' in here all quite like and not sayin' anything, but I know you're there. I have Google Analytics on my blog. It gives me all kinds of interesting information on who is looking at my blog. One of the things it tells me is not just how many times my blog was looked at, but how many different peoplelooked at it. So you might see the comments that people post and say, oh, there are only about 5 different people reading her blog because there are only about 5 different people who comment on my posts. (thank you to all of you who make me feel validated in life)(not that I rely on your comments for validation, but, well OK, I do)(sigh)
Anyhoo, back to the subject at hand. I usually have between 20-30 different people look at my blog everyday. If I look back over the past month it tells me that 167 different people looked at it. And if I look all the way back to when I first put analytics on there it tells me that there have been 1,372 different people look at my blog. So I happen to know that there are more than 5 of you reading this at this very minute. Well, maybe not at this very minute, but you know what I mean.
So, since it is Thinkin' Thursday, for a few more hours anyway, I am thinkin' it is about time you came out of the closet. Stop your lurking and come on out into the open. I know you want to, you have just been waiting for the right moment to make your presence known. That moment is now.
This is what I'm gonna do. Ya know how tomorrow is Flashback Friday? Well, the very first person who comments on this post, I am going to find a picture of you (I promise to be nice and not put up an embarrassing one) and I am going to use it for my Flashback. Then, I will take all the comments on this post and go in order and feature the each person who commented every Friday in my Flashback. If I don't have a picture of you, I will find one that you are sure to enjoy. If you have found my blog through someone else's blog, tell me who's blog it was and I will feature a picture of them that I am sure you will enjoy (those will be embarrassing). If you don't know me, and I don't know you, and I don't know any of the people you know, and you don't know any of the people I know, I'll come up with something, I promise. (that was a very comma filled sentence)
As I am typing this I have this feeling that the same 5 people are going to be the only one's who comment, with the exception of 1 because she gets mad when I post pictures of her when she was a teenager (Coren). But I am asking you to just be brave and do it. So that I don't look like an idiot for posting this. You owe it to me for keeping you entertained on an almost daily basis.
For those of you who profess not to know how to comment (mom) this is what ya gotta do. At the end of this post, there will be some blue words. One will say comments, with a number by it indicating how many comments there are for this post. Click on the blue comment word. There will be a box for you to type your comment. If you don't have a Google account you can click on Name/URL and it will give you a place to put your name. You can leave the URL field blank. Or if you would like you can click on anonymous and just put your name somewhere in your comment.
OK, I'm gonna be really mad if you don't participate. I think it will be fun to try and come up with pictures for everyone. And it will be such a relief to you to finally say something. Trust me, it will. If I look at my stats tomorrow and see that 25 people looked at my blog and only 10 commented, well.......I don't know what I'll do, but you won't like it.
Put away the Kleenex, dry your eyes. I'm back. I never actually went anywhere. I have just been busy, tired and hot. It has been almost a week since I last posted. Wow. That is a long time.
We have had several people come through and look at the house. Thank you for all your prayers on our behalf. I am enjoying a clean house, like all over clean, and it has lasted for almost a week. It is nothing short of a miracle. And well, we just haven't been home much. That might have something to do with it too.
I was really craving avocados the other day for lunch. I had 4 that I had just bought at the store 2 days before. I cut them all open and this is what they looked like inside. I was really mad. Mad mad.
My cousin Jennifer came home from her mission in Guatemala. Here is a little video of the family celebration to welcome her home:
The kids and I went to the Aquarium last week. Emily and I went back today with the Activity Day girls. Here is a video of my children trying to torture innocent marine life. There is some unknown kid in the video. No idea where he came from. Thankfully he didn't make it home with us.
Aubrey got new sunglasses.
We went to the Museum Of Fine Arts and saw the special "Monet to Picasso" exhibit. Steve and the 3 older kids loved it. I spent my time there trying to keep monster baby quiet and trying to avoid destroying priceless Renoir and Matisse masterpieces. I have decided that I need to go back by myself and have a looksie.
We have done a ton more but I will only bore you with the highlights. Peace out! (that is a really goofy way to end my post, I know, but I am so tired TY-ERD, that is all I could come up with.)(stupid. i've got to come up with something better than that. i'll tell you when i do. peace out? whatever. or as aubrey would say, WHATEV!)(i'm just kind of rambling now, it's been a long day and like i said, i am tired. so i'm just gonna go now. really. bye.)(peace out)(shut up already)(you are so annoying)
So I know that my 3 older kids did naughty stuff when they were really little. However I don't recall them walking about in a constant state of naughtyness. Like their little sister Addy does. A CONSTANT state of naughtyness. I told you about the fingernail polish and face powder. It is like one thing after another with this kid. Just like yesterday. She flushed almost a whole roll of toilet paper down the toilet in the hall bathroom on the main floor. The same toilet her sister Aubery did the same thing too about 2 1/2 years ago. If you recall, that left extensive damage and took over 3 months to repair. This time it wasn't so bad. We were home when it happened, we were all just down in the basement and didn't realize it until the water started gushing into the basement. Steve was out in the desert shooting with his scouts. I really think I lost it for a minute there. I was thinking it was going to be like last time and we were going to have to tear down drywall and remove and replace flooring like last time. Thankfully it isn't that bad and thankfully I have wonderful neighbors willing to help and keep a sane mind while I am sitting there dumbstruck. I have someone coming to look at the house later this afternoon so send a little pray up my way that I can have it together by then. And that my carpet won't be stinking up the entire house. And that the people will make an offer. Let's see, what else can I have you pray about..... (by the way I don't recommend googling naughtyness to see if you spelled it correctly. I think it might be misspelled, but I didn't want to click on any of the links to see.)
First of all I'm about to go crazy because this song is stuck in my head and it is stuck good and hard:
This is my kids favorite song and they play it all the time. ALL THE TIME. Just yesterday, Emily taught herself how to play it on the guitar. Right Emily (I know she is going to be reading this later) you can play it on the guitar. Blessedly she plays it along with the song as it is playing on her CD player, so I heard this song about 562 times yesterday. It's a very lovely and beautiful song but it somehow loses some of its appeal after hearing it 562 times in a 12 hour period. I've been singing it over and over, and I can't just sing it the normal way, so I sing stuff like, "Hey there Miss Addy what's it like in Salt Lake City". And the whole time I am thinking.....Andy......(thought with a disgusted snarl).
Zac just left for his 2nd day of Cub Scout Day Camp. He had so much fun yesterday. I am kind of missing him though. He was out of town all last week with Steve and now he was gone all day yesterday and will be gone all day today. Did anyone notice that in one of my comments I said Steve was out of town last week and no one came and killed me in my sleep? Thank you all for being so nice and thoughtful.
Last night Zac begged me to buy him a Lunchable to take to Day Camp today. He said that yesterday all the boys were making fun of him and his other friend because they were the only ones who had lunches made by their mothers and everyone else had Lunchables. Seriously? So I woke up today to go on my morning walk and decided I would walk to Walgreen's and buy him a Lunchable. I thought I should tell Steve where I was going just in case I didn't come back so he would know what to tell the police (yeah, I have issues, did you click on the "killed in my sleep" link above"?). I explained to him why I was going there and this is the conversation that followed:
Steve: They were making fun of him for that? He should have called them "cancer patients" because they ate processed food.
Me: Are you making fun of me?
Steve: (with a deadpan face) Why is that making fun of you?
Me: (stare) (raised eyebrows)
Steve: (with a deadpan face) How would my saying that be making fun of you?
Me: (stare) (raised eyebrows) (thinking: he got home late last night, he probably didn't read it)
Me: Because I said something like that on my blog yesterday.
Steve: (with a deapan face) I don't even know what Gatorade you're talking about.
Me: You ARE making fun of me!
So, ummm Walgreen's doesn't open until 8:00. So I decided to go next door to 7-11. Let me just tell ya, there are some mighty scary people at the 7-11 that early in the morning. We never go to 7-11 so I don't know if that is the normal crowd or if all the freaky people just convene there at the wee hours of the morning. They only had one kind of lunchable there and it was a small one and I didn't want to send Zac off with cancer food and make him be hungry all day, so I walked up the street to Alberston's and bought the dang Lunchable. Bratty little Lunchable toting scouts.
Anyway I left the safety of my little neighborhood and walked all the way to Alberson's and back and I wasn't accosted once! I am so proud and relieved all at the same time.
Our local library is having this thing where you write your prediction of what you think is going to happen in Breaking Dawn. You do that, get entered into a drawing and you could win a copy of the book. I turned in my prediction the other day. I said:
