Sunday, December 21, 2008

Family Photos, 08

Best Buds

Two wild and crazy guys. These boys go NUTS together. It's fun!!

There wasn't enough frosting to cover all the house. Because ZANE KEPT EATING IT ALL.

The Elves Are Watching.

I'M HORRIBLE at lying....but this was fun. I told Gabe and his friend Zane that the elves were sent here from the North Pole to watch the children. Then report back to Santa who should be on the naughty list and who should be on the nice. It was a great way to keep them in check. "HEY the elves are watching."

Gabe was actually kind of freaked out to go near them. But they would go up to them and be like, "Your the greatest elf in the world." " I love all the elves and people in the world." "You do the best job." It was cute.
Later that night we were at the grocery store checking out. Gabe was pulling himself in the cart up and down along the counter and I like, scolded him or whatever you want to call it, for not listening to me. I tell him to stop and get in the seat of the cart. He gets in the front and then all calm, reserved and loud enough for the cashier to hear says, "Mom, please don't smack me when we get home like you did that one time I wouldn't listen to you." I'm like looking back and forth at the cashier and him and say "Gabe I'm not going to do that." He keeps going. "Remember that one time you threw the shoe at my face and it hit my nose?" I just look at the clerk wide eyed and giggle. OH MY GOSH!! I'm being called out at the grocery store....
The thing is...that shoe incident happened. I'm not a perfect mom, and the shoe's come off.... Kind of like that Bush protestor. We throw shoes when bothered....

Monday, December 15, 2008

Back Up Your Blog

Check out this site. It's free and it has some interesting information on backing up your blog(s). It even has a way to transfer your blog to a book. Wouldn't that be an interesting coffee table book? Or a Christmas present? or graduation gift? or an easy excuse to not have another journal/scrapbook!!

I stole this. None the less it's still my philosophy.

Are what you'd get if a shoe and a flip flop made mad, passionate love, and forgot to wear protection. (And then the knocked up shoe got punched in the stomach.) They're ugly! And I don't really get what purpose they serve. Why would you wear Crocs when you can wear flip flops? Flip flops are infinitely more convenient. As you can just flip them right off if the occasion calls for it. (And they make cool sounds when you walk.) So unless you spend your free time sneaking up on unsuspecting people, flip flops are easily the better choice. Oh. And weird people wear Crocs. The kind of people who dip their french fries in mayonnaise. Do you really want to associate yourself with that ilk? (I've never used the word ilk before. And I'm pretty sure I'll never use it again.)

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Belated Halloween

We went trick-or-treating with his friend Zane and his sister Zoe. My camera died and these were the only photos I was able to get.

He looks like a dork. I couldn't get his hair to stay slicked back like Superman's.
While trick-or-treating -the traditional way, becuase trunk-or-treats SUCK. I'll take my chances on laced candy- there was a REALLY scary house that Gabe wouldn't go up to. Zane was fearless, but it took a lot of coaxing to get Gabe to go up to it. After he finally did and we're moving on to the next house, he's not following. I turn around and he's standing on the sidewalk with his eyes closed and waving his little finger back and forth whispering "Magic, magic go away."
Me: "Um, Gabe what are you doing?"
Gabe: "I'm saying a prayer."
Me thinking: "Oh how sweet he's trusting and applying......wait....WHAT? When have you ever heard or said a prayer that consisted of the phrase 'Magic, magic go away'....?"

Wednesday, November 19, 2008


I don't think there is a better formula for a good time then a car full of five, fun, fierce beautiful women dressed up about to hit a partaay. Wooh!

This is the key that makes us wind up

When the beat comes on the girls all line up

And the boys all look, but no, they can't touch

But the girls want to know
why boys like us so much

See, they're trying to bite our style

Trying to study our approach

They like the way we do it, so original

I guess that they are slow

.. so they should leave the room

Let the beat wind you up, and don't stop till your time is up.

Get in line now

Uh huh, come on girl, you know you own it

Get it girl, get it, get it girl

Keep goin' girl, it's your night.Don't let him steal your light

I know he thinks your fine and stuff,
but does he know how to wind you up?

Yodellay, yodallay, yodal-low, hey!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Could you care less?

People need to start realizing that it is COULDN'T care less. Could care less implies that there are more degrees of emotion you would have to go through before you were done. See the difference?

Wednesday, September 17, 2008

Things to document.

Setting: Challenger School waiting for Gabe to finish in the bathroom.

Cute little boy: "Will you tie my shoe?"
Cute litte me: "Yeah. Sure. What's your name?"
boy: "Emanual. I'm Gabe's friend."
me: "Oh, yeah. I've heard him talk about you."
boy: "But sometimes when I sit by Zane, he gets all up on me."
me: he he he he. I got nothing. What do you say to that? "Oh. That's too bad." What 5 year old say's that? "He gets all up on me."

Oh and get this. Later that day I was driving down the street and I saw an old man with a cane and scruffy face walking, wearing a long sleeve brown shirt and a teal spaghetti strap tank top over it.... Like one of those adjustable bra/tank tops...for women.

Today was a weird day.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Blog Tracking *a milder word then stalking* AND the greatest spoof to blogging EVER!

So, I’ve mentioned before my mixed feelings with this whole blogging experience. I’m a slightly distrusting person, so it’s not really within my element to even have one. I struggle with the dilemma of what to post most of the time as not to reveal too much. Since I have yet to find an uber fantastic husband and generate more posterity to hide behind cover the pages, it can get challenging to decide on what to write about. Well a few weeks ago I got the greatest comment that has made this whole embarkment worthwhile. For a couple of reasons.

FIRST: Mical just reminded me of a night which is easily on my top ten list of greatest memories. It was a really fun, uninhibited and mildly promiscuous night. Emphasis in mild. Not to throw her under the bus, but you should hear Kari's version of that night. It's really funny. I'll let her tell you why. It's good to know that once upon a time I use to have a kick to my personality that I'm slowly trying to revive. Becoming a circumstantial recluse has taken a toll on the "identity issues" (I guess that's what you could call it) and I'm still working on resurrecting it. Aside from my 6 weeks spent with Luciano, the beautiful, very-little-English-speaking Italian, things have been a little boring. Mmmm, just look at that "come and get me grin" he gives. I just want to tear into him. Where was I? ohh

SECOND: I love Mical's candidness about googling me and calling me out on "don't tell me you've never done it", because I have, and since he had the courage to actually address me and make himself know, I will no longer feel the guilt for "tracking" others. I will also work on the bravery and making myself known to them. Because honestly I HATE when people view my blog frequently, and never comment. That is what the creepy blog stalking is. I don't care who you are, or if you even hate what I have to say. It's kind of cowardly. I'm just saying.

Greatest spoof ever! EVER.
While I am probably guilty of some of these cliche's written about in this persons blog-well only one that I can think of. I mentioned Twilight in a blog-, I'm really glad to see that someone else has recognized the unauthentic tone of 90% of blogs, and has brilliantly captured the parody. I WISH I was as creative as this blogger is and how true she captures the "wickedly dead on spoof of the suddenly trendy married Mormon blog phenomenom." Since I'm not, I'll continue to enjoy and let her say things in her crafty way that she mocks everyone. I love it. Please, you have to check it out.

Thursday, July 24, 2008


You don't have to put on the red light.
Those days are over.
You don't have to SELL YOUR BODY TO the night.

Aren't those the most romantic lyrics? If someone with Sting's voice screamed them at me, I'd like it. I went to the Sting and the Police concert with Ms. Laura Lopshire last Saturday. Sting, or Gordon Matthew Thomas Sumner, is still really sexy. Good thing he goes by Sting. Gordon, not so sexy of a name.

Laura Some inebriated guy from the past. His nickname is Kooter. I'm pretty sure he gave the name to himself. Or his friends hate him. Elvis Costello anyone? I only know him from the Austin Powers 2 movie.

It was a lot of fun! Thanks for going with me Laura!