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?

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?"

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.

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!

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"

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.

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 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.

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

Tagged

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.

ISTJ

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.

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 oh...my...gosh I think I have a new problem.

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