Friday, February 29, 2008

Friday Flashback part 2

Chris and I had disagreement about which picture of me is more amusing so I'm posting both. Here's his selection in all it's grossness (that's Mackenzie):

Here's my choice, especially since it could embarrass Sam or Rhonda as well. It was taken in a picture booth at Mall 205.

Friday Flashback part 1

This one is for my friend. It's her husband Robert from a road show, I can't even think of what year. I also think it's Kathy or Jenny Haroldson to the right of him and that's Becki Haroldson in the wheelchair. Come to think of it, that might be Christi Morse behind him with the dark hair. Beck, what year was this?

Top Ten Tuesdays

While pondering my Friday Flashback selection I have a request for you all. Starting this Tuesday I will be posting (inspired by Rhonda's awesomeness) TOP TEN TUESDAYS. The first one will be Top Ten All Time Breakup Songs. This should give you a few days to reflect, I expect greatness from all of you.
Thank you.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Mommy, are you a pedophile?

Me: How was your day
Her: Fine except "Billy" told me I have a mustache and then told the whole class.
Me: What a punk. I can't believe he would do that.
Her: Yeah, he's mean
Me(thinking I would help her forgive him): You know, I asked him about you last night at Scouts and he said you're always a really good kid at school. Isn't that nice of him?
Her: I guess. Umm, do you know he thinks you're crushing on him.
Me: Excuse me? (clearly I had heard her wrong.)
Her: Yeah, he was telling me about this lady with curly hair at church that always smiles at him and talks to him. He said he thinks she's in love with him. Then you came to see me at school and when you walked in he whispered that you were the lady that has the hots for him and I said, Dude, my mom doesn't have the hots for you.
Me: Please tell me you're joking.
Her: Nope.
Me: I think I'm going to die.
See, I learned by my mid 20s (far later than I should have), that you shouldn't be too friendly to any man or they might misinterpret it. No matter how good of friends you think you are with them, it could go terribly wrong. I had way too many "but I thought you liked me" situations. Apparently you also have to be careful with young boys (11 years old). See, he's not always at church and as Primary President it's my job to make sure he feels welcome. I didn't mean to make him feel that welcome. Should I stop smiling at all of the children? Do I stop talking to anyone of the male gender? Should I avoid him in the future or should I grab his butt next time he walks by? I know I'm socially retarded, but I never imagined it was this bad. What if all the moms think I'm hitting on their little boys? It will most likely take a while for me to get over this one.

And y'all thought we were morons (don't try to deny it)

To Be Sung To The Dora The Explorer Song:

We did it, we did it, we did it, YEAH!

We put up the play structure without any help

Yeah, we did it.

No Uncle Joshie, or even a neighbor

We did it

We didn't get divorced, or even threaten it

Yeah, We did it

There was very little cussing and no real fighting

We did it

The worst thing that happened was the roof fell on Amy's head

Yeah, We did it

Or maybe that Avery ate deer poop while watching

We did it

We did it We did it HOORAY!
PS the extra parts are for the third level that I don't want to put up for fear of death of my little children. We are still at an impass, but it appears that Chris may win. We actually bought bolts, screws, wood, cut it, drilled/coutersank, and screwed it correctly!
The first signs of spring and a few days of sunshine have a funny effect on Northwesterners. We go so long in the dreary rain that a few rays hitting our fish belly white skin makes us a little giddy. Even better is that the crocuses are up. Very big news around here. See:

As a result we decided to take the kids on a walk around a local lake. I don't think we made it 15 minutes before it was declared too cold. I still loved getting out of the house, even if we were in the car longer than out of it.


Something's gone terribly wrong. Yesterday I thought I smelled something nasty a few times. Then I started feeling kinda sick from the smell being just strong enough to bother me. Then I was helping Chris with something and he asked if the horrible smell he was smelling was coming from me. It was. It seems that my magic deodorant wasn't working. If this continues I don't know what I'll do. I don't want to go back to that dark place. Stained shirts after two wearings, washing my pits during the day. I had even tried a prescription for deodorant and it didn't do anything but burn my skin off. This can't happen. Is this prayer worthy? Does Heavenly Father really care about deodorant effectiveness? Maybe, maybe not. Maybe I just need to stop doing physical activity. That shall be my first research. I'll watch tv in a supine position all day and see if that helps. I don't want to do it, I feel I have no choice.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Quote of the Day

Shouting at a bud does not make a flower blossom more.
-Myoki Lehrhaupt

Monday, February 25, 2008

I got this from Rhonda...

Tagging, Blah

Best thing you cooked last week? Every thing I cook is the best. Just kidding. I cook alot of stuff, but I somehow never have anything that I feel is company worthy, ya know? We have these BFFs Jean and John, and every time we go there for dinner it's something amazing. So, I feel like a big loser making lasagna for them. Not that they would care, but I really want a few go to dinners that impress. The only ones I have I got from Jean so that doesn't work. Any ideas, ladies? Back to the question: probably pancakes (every wednesday night,see what I mean).

If money, time, and babysitting were no object, where would you go and with who? I would take Chris and go on this cruise that his grandparents went on that stopped like everywhere cool on this earth. Russia, China, Italy, Tailand, I could be making some of these up, I have no idea, but I do remember my mouth hanging open at the coolness of it all. It was like a month long deal, too, so lots of time to see the sights.

When was the last time you cried? I don't cry. Actually, I did cry when my thyroid test came back ok. Then I saw my doctor and she said it was low, but borderline, and so they will put me on thyroid pills. Is it weird to be happy about that?

Five things you were doing ten years ago-1998:
1. Being mom to a 4 year old
2. Working at US Bank
3. Going through a divorce (it started in 96, but took a while)
4. Planning a wedding (to someone I didn't end up with)
5. Getting my insurance and investment licences

Five things you were doing five years ago-2003:
1. Recovering from c-section.
2. Became stay at home mom.
3. Building a wall in our play room, to get an extra bedroom.
4. Walking to Burgerville every friday for ice cream
5. Transferring Kaila to go to school here with Mackenzie

Five things you were doing one year ago:
1. Recovering from c-section
2. Recovering from surprise 5th child
3. Having my first post partum depression
4. Calling my doctor to take care of said depression
5. Not much

Seven of your favorite hobbies:
building things with wood

Five favorite foods:
Ice cream
anything Mexican
anything chocolate
fresh baked bread products

Five places you've been:
Las Vegas
San Juan Islands

Five favorite memories:
Bo and Ila's ranch at Sparta
Making up plays/dances to perform with my cousins
Avery's birth (it was the best experience of all of them)
Camping at Jack Creek

Yummy in my tummy

Here you go, Beck, hope you didn't want these tonight. I have had the recipe at the computer for hours, but my children were not receptive to my blogging needs. This picture is for reals what they look like for me. I will first type how I make them and how the recipe actually reads.


1 cup warm water (105-115 degrees)

2 packages active dry yeast

1/2 cup real butter, melted

1/2 cup sugar

3 eggs

1 teaspoon salt

4-4 1/2 cups flour

additional butter to brush on the tops (optional)

Combine the warm water and yeast in a glass bowl. Let stand until foamy, about 5 minutes.

Stir in butter, sugar, eggs, and salt. Beat in the flour a cup at a time until the dough is too stiff to mix( I do this in the bread maker on dough setting and skip the fridge part). Cover and refrigerate 2 hours or up to 4 days.

Grease 13x9 pan. Turn the dough out onto a lightly floured surface. Divide dough equally into 24 round smooth balls. Place balls in even rolls in the prepared pan. Let rise until double ihn size, about an hour.

Bake at 375 for 15-20min, until golden brown. Brush with melted butter. Break apart and serve!

Friday, February 22, 2008

Friday Flashback

In response to Becky's post, here is the first year I wore that dress. Clearly, I'm five not four.
Jenny and Leanna/Jackson, Jenny's wearing my favorite shirt.
Me and Beck. I have nothing else to say about that.

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Sickos and sickos

Superturd with a fever is something to behold. I wouldn't say he's LowGrade jr, that's Momo, she's laying around moaning, in and out of sleep, just like her father. Grant follows me around with his chubby arms in the air flapping his hands IneedyoumomIneedyoumomIneedyoumom, doing his best imitation of an actual infant. It's not so bad, I can cook, "clean" (read blogs), etc. with a forty pounder on my hip, that's in the job description. The problem is with his need to sooth himself. He does this by placing one hand directly down my shirt, where I can only assume he expects to find cleavage (sorry, men in my life, long gone with the last weaning I'm afraid). His father finds this very disturbing (the hand down the shirt thing, not the no cleavage thing...okay, that too, but not for this story). I'm immune to it after the hours of listening to Ineedyouneedyou, go ahead and grope, just do it quietly. Anyway, he did take it to a level yesterday that even disturbed me out of my mom zoning out happy place. He started patting the top of one of my shriveled bananas and said "big ones, big ones". Well, now I know he's a fully developed sicko, because he's apparently already learned to deceive with flattery to get to second base. Ewww. I'm lost in this disturbing thought when I discern that he's now saying "need little ones, mom, need little ones" and truly trying to pull my whole shirt down and get to second base for reals. Still, I'm staring... mouth open... look of horror...what is he talking about? Unfortunately, I was jolted from my shocked place by my son firmly grabbing a nipple between his chubby thumb and finger and full on pinching it he says "yeah, little ones". At least I'd figured out what "little ones" were, now what to do about my jr pervo?

Kiki brought this bug home on the 12th. High fever, headaches, cough. She also had an ear infection, so she got the coveted prescription. MoMo was next, on Friday. Then Superturd on Sunday, Kai on Tuesday. We took jr pervo to the doctor yesterday because he's waking up every 2 hours screaming, so we were hoping for something sever enough to warrant another golden ticket for antibiotics. Not that I'm big on drugs, but just please be something actually wrong, not simply being a big wuss screaming all night. He did get the meds, ear infection and red throat. I'll take it. When we got home from the urgent care, Chris dropped me and Superturd off and headed straight to the store to fill the prescription (35 dollars for something that will most likely be spit all over my face, but will at least give me hope that he's getting better). Here's where I made a terrible mistake: I told Kai that her brother needed special medicine. This gets her head in a bad place, pretty sure she's dying and we just don't care enough about her to take her in. Not realizing the error I had made, I started preparing dinner, with pervo on my hip. She then startled me out of my mom happy place by scream crying that her chin hurt so bad she might die any minute please fix it, must go to the doctor now, not later. Chin? Yes, chin. Not throat or lungs. Chin. I thought I was helping when I felt her glands and explained that her ibuprofen had worn of and her glands were swollen, causing discomfort. This didn't help, she was in serious hysterics. You have to understand, we don't go to the doctor unless we really have to. With 5 kids, you know when you need to go and when you don't. This one child in particular is sure we are negligent in this respect and sure that she should be rushed to the doctor at the first sign of an impending illness. I took my exam a step further and grabbed the flashlight. I carefully examined her throat and declared that it was just swollen tonsils, nothing to worry about, totally normal with a virus. I'd made a horrible mistake, I guess swollen tonsils are the kiss of death. At this point it was worth another 50 bucks to get the scream crier in the car and head back to the urgent care, nothing else was stopping that panic. Chris was still gone, so I left Grant with Kiki, but I figured I'd take Momo for a check while I was at it, since she's still at 102 a week into this thing. The doctor deemed Mo needful of antibiotics due to a red throat. He said Kai was fine, just a virus, ears ok, throat fine. He then said he would write her a prescription, too, to make her feel better. He said it can't hurt. I disagree. I think it feeds the "must go to the doctor, now" problem. I told him to cross his fingers that four out of five kids was all he'd need to see, since Vee was still feeling well. He said we should pray for that...and then he did, amen and everything...he was joking, he's funny like that. When we got home, Vee had a temp of 101. I guess the prayer didn't work, he must not be Mormon. KIDDING, settle down, it's a joke. He's from India or something, so he's probably not even praying right. Again, a joke, was that too far?
All I know is that from now on when one gets sick, they all must get in bed together and share cups/forks/toothbrushes until they're all sick so that we can get it over with and not drag this garbage out for a month. Wish me luck.

Monday, February 18, 2008

Full Disclosure

Here's what we actually bought:

Rock the Mullet

This is what you get for the price of summer camp...

If that were a brush...oh the memories.

Saturday, February 16, 2008

Purchase of the Day

I know some people post a picture of the day, I think I will post my purchase of the day:

Ranch Dressing Transgressions

MoMo memorized first Article of Faith, "We believe in God the Eternal Father, and in His Son, Jesus Christ, and in the Holy Ghost." So this week we worked on the second. She's got it down, here's how it goes in MoMo talk, "We believe that men will be punished for their own sins and not for Adam's ranch dressins." (It's really transgressions, but she's seen mom punished for too much ranch dressing.

Friday, February 15, 2008

Friday Flashback part deux

Friday Flashback!

Little Jenny and Little Sam!

Worst and Best Valentines day for kiki

This is Kiki right after school. I was starting to fear that she had turned Emo on me, but she assured me that she's just really sick:

This is her a few hours later after a knock on the door interrupted our dinner:

We found this basket with a sweet letter from a secret admirer. We spent the next hour analyzing the handwriting and the message. The thing that throws me off is the good spelling, what 14yo boy has good spelling?

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Valentime's Day

The 14th of February. It falls on the same day as Valentine's Day except this one is only celebrated by 5 year olds.

don't go shopping 2/13

Valentines Day eve is not the time to go to the store for anything. What a madhouse! The parking lot was packed. I saw a multitude of crazed men trying to find an acceptable card. I felt sorry for them. That's a lot of pressure, and Safeway is not the best place to find a card that expresses your undying devotion and commitment. I don't normally get Chris cards but I felt pressure when I saw the other sheep frantically searching. I followed the flock, just in case Chris had gotten me a card and I didn't get him one. All I found was one about farting. I got that one, it's stupid, but I couldn't find one that says, "Thank you for not letting me run far away when I tried to before the wedding. I'm glad I never have to do the dishes or sit home alone. Thank you for realizing that anything I say after 11pm is pure crazy and it's better to not even let me talk after that hour. You're the best at making me feel pretty, even when I've got an afro (or two) going. I'm glad you're so outgoing and don't put up with me wanting to stay in my shell too much. Will you be my Valentine?"

Wednesday, February 13, 2008

My Anniversary Surprise

Last night the family sent me out for a pedicure with instructions not to return for at least an hour and a half. Here's what I found when I got home:

Superturd welcomed me while kiki played soft piano music.

Chris came out wearing jeans, an undershirt, and a sport coat. He wanted to be called Tubbs. Because of Miami Vice, not his belly.

Momo escorted me to my seat where Kai and Kiki served Chris and I our meals. Then they took the other kids upstairs to practice their after dinner entertainment while we ate peacefully by ourselves. The peacefully part only lasted until Superturd started screaming that he wanted mom, which lead to him sitting/laying on the table and blowing out our candles. I was forced to repeatedly light them so he could blow them out again. Obnoxious, but still significantly more peaceful than most of our meals.

After the kids cleared our plates they presented a lively dance number. I tried to post a video of it, but it was too long. Superturd was way into it, he straight out of the HammerTime video. It was set to Gloria Estefan's "Conga"and it was mostly improv. Kai channeled Michael Jackson, Kiki had the eyes closed groovy thing going on, and MoMo was throwing down with something that looked like the "centipede" except standing up. I do think it was our best anniversary ever.

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

You are the one that I love, you are the one that I love, You are the one that I love...

Today Chris and I commemorate our blessed onion. The day that our two souls became one. In honor of our eight years of wedded bliss (or 7 years of bliss plus that first really horrible year when we barely didn’t kill each other) I have made Chris this video doing one of his favorite things. Embarrassing myself.

Here are my eight favorite memories of our eight years together:

1. Our wedding. It was really pretty and I'm so glad we have such beautiful pictures and video of it. The wedding night was ruined and I had a very frustrated husband. But hey, you don't get beautiful pictures of that anyway, and it wasn't my fault I'm not regular.

2. Christmas Eve work party. Technically it wasn't in the last eight years, come to think of it we were only friends at that time. The reason it's a favorite is that's when I knew we would be great together.

3. Another old one: the Proposal. Sitting at a mexican restaurant for lunch, You: "So, I was thinking, that our leases are both ending and since you don't believe in living together I think we should get married so we could get a place together." My answer,"sounds good". I really think this sums up our unique type of affection. We're so passion.

4. I really enjoy when you sing 80s love songs with me really loud to try to annoy the children.

5. Also, making out heavily to annoy the children.

6. Our cruise was amazing.

7. The road trip to Phoenix in the motor home was such a great memory. Who knew we could be together for that many days and still be so passion.

8. Watching anything funny together. Especially when we went to Saving Silverman in the theater and you stared down that guy who was glaring at us for laughing so hard. Yes, we are laughing really hard, it is a comedy.

Here's to much more making out and singing and laughing and passion. Happy anniversary!

Monday, February 11, 2008

50s day

We were having trouble getting the bow to stay in her hair. I asked her if she thought her male teacher would be able to help her if it fell out. She expressed that he would not be much help. I said "probably not his forte'". She said, "Yeah, he's more like 47 or 48"

Sunday, February 10, 2008

Death by Humiliation

Oh, the joy of public speaking. It warms my face (to a nice shade of red) and brings out the best side of me. That would be the shaking, stuttering, duh-what was I about to say, side of me. Why, oh, why would anyone ask me to speak at church? It's not just painful for me, I know it must be painful for those watching. I know how they feel. Watching that person on the stand who is clearly not meant to ever, ever utter a sound into a microphone. It's so awkward for all involved. The only thing that makes it worse is when I foolishly attempt to look up (ever so briefly) at my audience. Inevitably I make eye contact with someone. I know better than to do this. Immediately I loose my train of thought, as well as my spot on the page, and start stammering like Porky Pig. No one likes that. I just feel that reading straight from the page without ever looking up is so 3rd grade. So, there are my choices: I'm a third grader or I'm Porky Pig. Not good options. Also, true to form, I chose to share personal stories from my life. Not "listen to these great, uplifting experiences" type stories. The usual "I'm such a loser, listen to what stupid thing I did stories". I only hope that it's another 15 years before I have to do that again. I have a feeling that after today's performance I might get my wish.

Saturday, February 9, 2008

My First Stalker!

A big shout-out to Gina for commenting me even though I have no idea who she is. Well, I didn't, but now I've stalked her back and I feel that we're old friends. We have a lot in common. I didn't know a new Twilight book was coming out until I read her blog, how exciting! Also, we share the 50-60 lb weight gain with each baby issue. Her struggles are all the same-same as mine. Maybe now I'll brave commenting one of the people I stalk but have never met. We'll see.

Friday, February 8, 2008

Friday Flashback

I know I've posted this before, but Friday is almost over and I feel this one has so much to offer. My hair, Becky's hair, Dads hair, Mom's facial hair. All so glorious. I'll throw in one of Chris's buttcut for funs. That's him bathing Kai.

13 1/2 month pictures

Much thanks to Aunt Jenny for making the trek to the Couv to take VeeVee's long overdue one year pictures. Superturd came home with a big boy haircut while she was here so she got some of him too.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

1 semester down, 7 more to go!

1/8 of the way through high school and she has a 4.0! BYU BYU BYU BYU BYU BYU BYU BYU BYU BYU BYU BYU BYU BYU BYU BYU BYU BYU BYU BYU BYU BYU


Laurianne tagged me, so here goes:

10 Random Facts About Me

(disclaimer: these random facts are, in fact, well known to those closest to me, so it will not be interesting or informative to my sisters)

1. The summer I was 18 I discovered liquid delight. I found this substance in my boyfriends kitchen cabinet. It was a brown powder that when mixed with milk became the most delicious chocolate/coconut milkshake my taste buds had ever encountered. I frequently mixed myself up a glass of this frothy goodness and took it out to lay by his pool on my lunch break. By the end of the summer I had mysteriously gained a significant amount of weight. Being 18, this was not normally an issue for me. The mystery was finally solved when my boyfriend caught me sneaking his "milkshake mix" and informed me that it was actually Weightgainer.

2. I want to be team truckers with my husband. I know that he does not in any way share my dream. I don't understand my dream, but something about it sounds very enticing.

3. Speaking of driving, when on a road trip I believe that I am "team driving" with those around me. For instance: We're cruising down I84 and I come up behind a car going about the speed that I would like to go. I set my cruise control and position myself at a safe/not obnoxious distance behind that car. More cars follow suit, and soon there are three or four cars all playing follow the leader. I think where it gets a little weird is when one of the cars in my "team" takes an exit and I get a little sad.

4. I have significantly more lust for Neil Diamond than I do for Brad Pitt. I wish my husband would come to bed in bell bottoms with a sparkly shirt unbuttoned to his navel. He won't.

5. I have had 5 trophies...I mean engagement rings. I'm not sure, but I think this fact is what lead to my family and friends creating a pool when I got engaged to Chris. Something regarding how close we would actually get to the wedding date. Tuesday is our 8 year anniversary, so suck it. I suppose that's bad for a Primary President to say. How about bite me.

6. I went through an especially bad picture phase in 8th grade. My smile was sooo bad. See,

This phase resulted in my habit of practice smiling, something that I am frequently ridiculed for. I'm not sure why the smile bothered me more than the hair, but it did.

7. The most personally significant invention of my lifetime has been Secret Clinical Strength.It costs $8, but has saved me so much more than that in embarrassing pit stains, ruined shirts, and the horror that comes when you realize that the offensive odor your smelling is actually coming from you, not a very large homeless man.

8. I had more then one teacher mistake me for a boy in grade school. For the record, the reason I didn't grow my hair out was that it gets really big before it gets long.

9. I dream of being a carpenter. My husband questions my vocational envy of the truckers and carpenters. Not very feminine, I know. I love road trips and wood, what can I say?

10. Everyone knows this one, but here it is anyway: When I was 7 or 8 months pregnant with Avery I went to Vegas with my sisters. We hit the new Red Rock Casino for their famous buffet (it sucks so bad, and it's too expensive). When we were done we stopped at Walmart for something. Jen and I waited in the car. The buffet was starting to give me serious gas and I was enjoying releasing that gas in the car for Jenny to enjoy with me. Unfortunately it wasn't just gas, something I didn't realize until it was too late. I had on white maternity pants and this was a full blow out. I had to waddle into Walmart with Jenny behind me, blocking the big brown stain on my butt. When we got into the restroom it was nearly impossible for me to clean up this huge horrible mess. Once Jenny stopped laughing her fool butt off she was kind enough to go into walmart and buy me what will always be referred to as the "poop sweats". Not the cold sweats you get when you have to poop really bad and are nowhere near a restroom. Just a pair of gray sweats to replace the pants that would remain in the Walmart bathroom garbage can. Honestly, at one point in the cleaning up process, a patron entered the bathroom, made a really gaggy noise (due to the intense odor) and immediately left. One of my prouder moments.

One last fact: I have no pride. I tell everyone everything. Aren't you glad I shared so much?

I tag anyone who reads this.

Tuesday, February 5, 2008


I found this very entertaining.
Kiki took a personality test at school. She got the results back today and she is an ISTJ. I don't know what this means. What I do know is that she shares this personality with George Washington and...wait for it...Eeyore. How funny is that? Can't you just hear her saying "oh, bother". She said, "But Eeyore's so serious." Ummm, yeah, we know.

Monday, February 4, 2008

Teen lit

I have a confession. I love having a teenage daughter. It's not the mood swings or the talking back that I love. It's the books. Books that I would not normally feel comfortable reading are acceptable when I'm just borrowing them from her. I love the cheesy romance. I love the simple, predictable, comfortable plots. I love being swept back to high school without having to relive it myself. I keep trying to read grown up books, but I get sucked back into hers. I just love them.

I also love that me and my 10yo sit in the car at the high school when we pick up the high schooler and check out the "hot guys". Then we fight over who saw him first and who has rights to call each one their "boyfriend". Usually we agree to share, since we both bring different things to the table. All of this makes the high schooler extremely agitated (it takes alot). She thinks it's "disgusting" that her mom and her little sister have the nerve to check out the much younger/older guys. I wonder if she realizes how much her fits encourage us. What's really humiliating (even to me, but I'll type it anyway) is that I know a lot of their names from cruising myspace. Gross, huh? I know. I should probably delete this, but I won't. What's even grosser is when I know that someone is a couple and then I know when they've broken up, thanks to myspace. This is actually why I've stopped going on myspace, I finally recognized that I had a really pathetic problem. Now I just cruise blogspot and read blogs of people I don't even know and I think I have a new problem.

Friday, February 1, 2008

Mmmm, Zinger.

Here's a lovely video of us on a sugar high in St George. This was after the sugar coma lunch nap, but before the post snack food coma nap. I understand from a knowledgeable friend that you can be taken in for sleeping in parking lots. I guess that is frowned on. There goes my plans for tomorrow. Of course, this particular friend was not napping due to food, it was due to too much drinky drink, so that would be different. I think. Speaking of that, when we went to the movie yesterday there was this dude that walked in during the opening credits and yelled at the 6 of us that were watching the movie, "Has it started yet...has it started yet?!" Nobody really acknowledged him so he threw himself down into a chair and started watching the movie. About half way through he stood up and a hucked something metal at the screen. Then he stumbled into some chairs and almost fell. He stopped and sort of hunched over, as if he might vomit. Then he left. Very entertaining stuff. As soon as the movie ended we looked at each other and knew that we needed to go see what he threw. Becky thought it was his cell phone. I guessed right, though, it was a big emtpy 40 oz Bud Light can. Very impressive move, drunk dude. Thanks for the laugh.

Las Vegas Day 2/St George day 1

We drove my nephew and his homies to school and just kept driving. We ended up in St. George Utah. We realized that we didn't really have any plan. Our plan gradually formulated into eating ourselves sick. We had m&ms on the way, then we had breakfast at Cracker Barrell. We shopped for a few hours at a lovely store called Tai Pan Trading Company. 90,000 sf of home decor. Disneyland for women. Very cool. Then we went to a mexican restaurant for lunch. I started feeling a food coma coming on and I contemplated sleeping in the booth. Seriously considered it. We also considered finding an hourly hotel. Alas, we refrained. Instead, we slept in the parking lot of the mexican restaurant. Sound asleep for at least an hour. Drool and everything. It was so awesome! Only sixty dollars in gas and 2 hours of driving to take a nap. Personally, it's was all I dreamed it could be and more. We did do some more shopping and bought more candy and really did get sick from the sugar, but the nap was the shining moment of my trip.

Las Vegas Day 1

We got up at 5am and drove my nephew and his friends to seminary. Suprisingly entertaining. Then we came home and walked my niece and another nephew to school. Then we went to the cannery and saw the wheat and stuff that you can can. Huh huh, can can. Then we went to DI and bought some stuff. Then we picked up my nephew from school. Then we went to Del Taco. Then we took my nephew back to school for a band concert. Then we left all the kids with Dewey and went to a movie. We saw Juno. I liked it alot. My sister says that the language was bad, but I never hear that. I have selective hearing. That was my Thursday.

Friday Flashback

l to r top Becky, Randi, Heather, Me
bottom Leanna, Jeannie, Jenny, Richard