Friday, March 27, 2009
Easy, Breezy, Beautiful, Makeup Girl
Wednesday, March 25, 2009
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Hula Birthday Emily!
I thought the little girls running around, screaming at Aubrey's party were loud. Oh, ho, ho. The big girls are much, much louder. WOW! And there was a lot more drama with the big one's too. They played 2 of my games and then all chaos happened. After that it was just me, huddled in a corner, rocking myself back and forth, watching my house be destroyed, thinking....45 more minutes....45 more minutes....
Here are some of the pictures from the party. They are deceitfully calm in appearance:
All I can say is, HAPPY BIRTHDAY my sweet, beautiful Emily. And next year, lets just go out for ice cream.
Monday, March 23, 2009
Monday Morning Musings - Drop Dead Fred
Uhhhh, yeah. So it's snowing.
My kids have this obsession with talking like Fred on iCarly. It's very irritating. See for yourself:
You know how my old neighborhood is multiple birthville? There was a set of twins just born a few weeks ago. And I just found out this weekend that another girl is pregnant with twins. My friend LaRee said she and another girl figured that there has been a set of twins born every year for the past 10 years or something like that. KA-RAZAY!!!
I can hear my kids in the other room talking like Fred right now. Have I mentioned before that my house echoes? AHHH CABBAGES!!!!
Yeah, so my kids are out of school today. Why, you ask? Get this. "Quality Teaching Day". What the heck? This is what I say. I'm not stupid. Don't put a special politically correct name on it like "Quality Teaching Day" in hopes that I won't mind that my kids are missing yet another day of school. Just call it like it is. "Teacher Prep Day". I understand that teachers need time to prepare. It's just that when you call it "Quality Teaching Day" that just kind of sounds like you should be spending the day teaching. In a quality manner. Kinda hard to do where there are no kids there to teach. You would think that TEACHERS would know the definitions of words well enough to come up with the proper day off terminology. I'm just sayin'.
My kids have this obsession with talking like Fred on iCarly. It's very irritating. See for yourself:
You know how my old neighborhood is multiple birthville? There was a set of twins just born a few weeks ago. And I just found out this weekend that another girl is pregnant with twins. My friend LaRee said she and another girl figured that there has been a set of twins born every year for the past 10 years or something like that. KA-RAZAY!!!
I can hear my kids in the other room talking like Fred right now. Have I mentioned before that my house echoes? AHHH CABBAGES!!!!
Yeah, so my kids are out of school today. Why, you ask? Get this. "Quality Teaching Day". What the heck? This is what I say. I'm not stupid. Don't put a special politically correct name on it like "Quality Teaching Day" in hopes that I won't mind that my kids are missing yet another day of school. Just call it like it is. "Teacher Prep Day". I understand that teachers need time to prepare. It's just that when you call it "Quality Teaching Day" that just kind of sounds like you should be spending the day teaching. In a quality manner. Kinda hard to do where there are no kids there to teach. You would think that TEACHERS would know the definitions of words well enough to come up with the proper day off terminology. I'm just sayin'.
Sunday, March 22, 2009
Saturday's Road Warriors
Thursday, March 19, 2009
Big Brother
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Hula Birthday Aubrey!
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
You Look Familiar, Haven't I Seen You Somewhere Before?
On Sunday we had our friends Max and Dianna and their kids over for dinner. We had so much fun visiting with them. I have to tell you the story of Max & Dianna and Steve & Allyson and why we were destined to be friends, because it is just too unbelievable.
We met Max and Dianna about 10 or 11 years ago when they moved into our neighborhood. But the story really starts several years before that.
Rewind to September 1993. Steve and I just met the night before. We were on our first date which consisted of exploring Logan cave with a group of friends who had set us up. While we were in the cave we happened upon another group of people. As we were passing them we thought it would be funny to start talking in another language (why that's funny, I don't particularly know). So we made up some gibberish language and were pretending to be talking to each other and to the other group in this language. Well, the other group started answering us back in their own made up language. It was funny. Ha, ha. We laughed and went our separate ways.
Now, fast forward several years. I don't know how many. I'm guessing 7-8 maybe nine years later. Steve and Max are business partners. They are working up Logan canyon. They drive past the cave. Steve mentions to Max that that is where we had our first date. Max says he has been to Logan cave and when he and his friends went, there was a group of people there and they started talking in this made up language and Max and his friends started talking in their own made up language. And Steve was like no way dude! When was that? And Max figured it was around September 1993. So that was our first encounter with Max.
But the story doesn't end there.
Dianna and I were with some friends at our friend Cammy's house. This was probably just a few years ago. We were sitting around her kitchen table. Cammy's husband Aron turns on the TV and sound system downstairs and is shaking the entire house. We were commenting about it and I told the story of our first apartment, after we were married. It was 1995. Steve and I were newlyweds. We were living on the 2nd floor of an apartment building sandwiched between the girl upstairs who played her music too loud and the couple downstairs with the sub woofer who played their movies too loud. Our apartment was constantly vibrating from all the noise. It really made me crazy.
Well I'm telling this story and then Dianna asks where our apartment was. I told her. Then she asks if Steve ever went up to the girls apartment with a broom in his hand to complain. So I tell her yeah, he did. One day we had just had enough and the girl was playing her music so loud. Steve was using the broom to bang on the ceiling. After he did that, the girl turned her music up even louder, which really made Steve mad. So he went stomping up there with the broom in his hand to ask her to turn it down.
You've probably already guessed the ending. Yep. That girl was Dianna.
So, all those years later, we found out that our paths had crossed before. Funny how life works that way. Just to make the story even more interesting. When we decided on where we were going to build our new house and we were telling Max and Dianna, we found out that her brother and his family live in our neighborhood. Hmmm, small world.
Here are some pictures of our visit with them on Sunday:
Maddi
Max taking the skitter out for a spin
We met Max and Dianna about 10 or 11 years ago when they moved into our neighborhood. But the story really starts several years before that.
Rewind to September 1993. Steve and I just met the night before. We were on our first date which consisted of exploring Logan cave with a group of friends who had set us up. While we were in the cave we happened upon another group of people. As we were passing them we thought it would be funny to start talking in another language (why that's funny, I don't particularly know). So we made up some gibberish language and were pretending to be talking to each other and to the other group in this language. Well, the other group started answering us back in their own made up language. It was funny. Ha, ha. We laughed and went our separate ways.
Now, fast forward several years. I don't know how many. I'm guessing 7-8 maybe nine years later. Steve and Max are business partners. They are working up Logan canyon. They drive past the cave. Steve mentions to Max that that is where we had our first date. Max says he has been to Logan cave and when he and his friends went, there was a group of people there and they started talking in this made up language and Max and his friends started talking in their own made up language. And Steve was like no way dude! When was that? And Max figured it was around September 1993. So that was our first encounter with Max.
But the story doesn't end there.
Dianna and I were with some friends at our friend Cammy's house. This was probably just a few years ago. We were sitting around her kitchen table. Cammy's husband Aron turns on the TV and sound system downstairs and is shaking the entire house. We were commenting about it and I told the story of our first apartment, after we were married. It was 1995. Steve and I were newlyweds. We were living on the 2nd floor of an apartment building sandwiched between the girl upstairs who played her music too loud and the couple downstairs with the sub woofer who played their movies too loud. Our apartment was constantly vibrating from all the noise. It really made me crazy.
Well I'm telling this story and then Dianna asks where our apartment was. I told her. Then she asks if Steve ever went up to the girls apartment with a broom in his hand to complain. So I tell her yeah, he did. One day we had just had enough and the girl was playing her music so loud. Steve was using the broom to bang on the ceiling. After he did that, the girl turned her music up even louder, which really made Steve mad. So he went stomping up there with the broom in his hand to ask her to turn it down.
You've probably already guessed the ending. Yep. That girl was Dianna.
So, all those years later, we found out that our paths had crossed before. Funny how life works that way. Just to make the story even more interesting. When we decided on where we were going to build our new house and we were telling Max and Dianna, we found out that her brother and his family live in our neighborhood. Hmmm, small world.
Here are some pictures of our visit with them on Sunday:
Maddi, Max & MJ
Maddi
Max taking the skitter out for a spin
Monday, March 9, 2009
Monday Morning Musings - Got Milk?

OK, ya know how last Friday I did a post about my 500th post? Well, it was late when I did it so I was in a hurry, and then I got all ready for bed and got in bed and while I was lying there, I was thinking. And I thought, I think I just made the title of my post, "Well, That Was Anti-Weather". But I was too tired to get up and look. See I had this feeling that I said it was Anti-climatic instead of anti-climactic. So, I woke up Saturday morning and sure enough, there it was. My anti-weather post. I looked up anti-climatic and there is a definition for it in the Urban Dictionary that is the same as anti-climactic in a for real dictionary. And there are plenty of references on Google to people using anti-climatic in the same way I did. The problem is, I don't know how stupid those people are. So therefore I am changing the title on that post to read correctly.
Speaking of anti-weather, HELLO! Why is it SNOWING!?!?!?!?
We have been sick around here for 4 weeks. FOUR WEEKS! But thankfully I woke up Saturday feelin' mighty fine. YES! I was so excited all day because I wasn't sick anymore. None of my kids are sick either, except Addy who has the terrible hacking cough we all have experienced. Like I said, I was so happy all day Saturday because I thought we were finally on the downhill slide. That was until Zac woke me up in the middle of the night Saturday because he had thrown up all over his bathroom. And when I say all over, I really mean ALL OVER. Poor boy. I was freakin' out 'cause I knew we were all all going to get sick and start puking our guts out too. But so far we have all held, and Zac has not been a repeat offender. KNOCK ON WOOD! knock.
Ya know how I stopped drinking milk? I think it has been well over a year now since I did. And I don't even eat ice cream anymore. I really don't. Now that I have been off of milk for so long, I get so sick when I drink it or eat ice cream. The thought of drinking milk makes me want to wretch. So way back when, I bought a huge honkin' bottle of calcium pills to take. I have taken like, maybe 5 of them. I just, I don't know, I just don't take 'em. So being that I was sick for so long, I started thinking, "Hmmm, I wonder if a calcium deficiency could lead to a weakened immune system?" So I looked it up. Uhhh, yeah. A calcium deficiency can lead to a lot of problems, all of which I seemed to be experiencing. Including a weakened immune system. I was reading all the problems that can result in a lack of calcium. Really, I was like, yep, yep, yep, got that one too. ARGHHHH! So I went out that day and bought caramel calcium chews because I thought those would be a little easier for me to want to take. I feel like such an idiot. Like they don't teach you in elementary school the importance of calcium. DUH!
Why is it that I can't buy bananas without Addison peeling every single one of them? Seriously. She thinks it's a game.
Friday, March 6, 2009
Flashback Friday - Kristy, This One's For You
Oh, and Kristy, to view the rest of what you missed last night, click here.
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