Saturday, October 24, 2009

The Witch with a 'B'

I've never used my blog as a confessional but I may need to tonight. This morning started with a pretty intense round of morning sickness but by some small miracle I was able to pull it together by noon to head to the Utah football game. At half time I headed down to get Hot Chocolate with Master and Princess. The line was forever long. I get a little claustrophobic in tight spaces of masses of people and I have little patience for people who butt in line or cheat the system. When in line for about 15 minutes, this guy jumps in front of us and starts talking to the girl that is standing there. They chit chat and then he just stands there. OK we are no where near the front of the line, my kids are being good so I let it slide. Side note, I have never picked a fight in public with a stranger, and even in a public setting, if someone is being obnoxious I keep my mouth shut. Another 15 minutes in line (not kidding). We finally get to the front of the line, we are next to order. Butt in line boy has ordered and left. Girl who let him butt in line is ordering when this other girl appears out of no where says to her, "HI Girl how are you?" The new LINE BUTTER Turns to the chocolate/ coffee lady and orders two coffees and then has to hem and haw about whether she wants cream or sugar and doesn't know if her friend wants cream or sugar. She then proceeds to try and call her friend and can't remember her number. This rude idiot line butter chick is still standing there trying to remember the number when I am asked for my order. I collect my change and turn to the rude line butter chick, who is still hemming and hawing about cream and sugar and I say very loud, "YOU ARE A _ITCH, you butt in line in front of all of these people and it was extremely RUDE!!!!" She just stared at me, I took my hot chocolate and left. I then hear a little voice say, "Mom what did you call that lady?" OH SNAPPER! I completely forgot I had little ears listening. I quickly responded to my son, "A Witch, I called her a Witch because she butt in line in front of a lot of people who were waiting patiently for their turn." I have NEVER called anyone to their face the B word ever.....Let's just blame in on the pregnancy hormones. If I could re-do that scene, I would still call her a rude Witch with a 'w' and I would have ever so politely suggested, she apologize to EVERY SINGLE PERSON IN LINE!

ok I feel better now,
thanks
sleep tight

Friday, October 23, 2009

The 411


Yes I am pregnant. I think it is a trick and a treat. People keep asking me if it's a surprise and I'm not sure how to answer that. We were happy with 3 but kept feeling like there might be one more. We never committed to saying yes for sure we want one more, but when you just keep debating about if we are not having another baby, who is going to get fixed????? ....then you end up pregnant. The pics are from announcing the news to my family. This grand baby will be #12 for mom. I wrapped a dozed roses in a box, each one had the name of one of the grand kids, and the last one was blank. I am due the 13th of June which feels like FOREVER away. I know most people don't announce this early but I get sick way fast and it's pretty obvious. I would prefer people to know I'm pregnant than talk among themselves, "Is she fat or pregnant?" They just don't need to be having that conversation. The Chinese chart says it's a boy. Princess thinks I'm having twins. She asked me the other day if I was going to get as big as BOB the BLOB. I answered probably!
Mamas of the cousins
Jana is due in February with #11
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Monday, October 19, 2009

Trick? or Treat?

Wheeler Farm and Farmer Sport



These are two buddies from his functional skills class

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Big thanks to Dani for taking Sport.

Field Trip to the Pumpkin Patch

Searching

Found and CLAIMED as the ONE!

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Gotta love Miss Angela
Special Thanks to Dani for taking PrincessPie

NEEDED IMMEDIATELY: Laundry Fairy

I got it all clean today I just can't manage to get it folded and put away. My friend has an actual laundry fairy. Seriously, she shows up every Monday to help her do laundry....and get this it is not her mother, it is her step-mother-in-law! Her laundry not only gets folded and put away it gets ironed as well (we skip that step at this house). Anyway I'm sitting here blogging and wishing when I really should be folding!!!! I'm soOO jealous!

Sunday, October 18, 2009

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MASTER

Sunday evening we worked on Master's spot-light poster to take to school today. These were some of his favorites...




Dear Master, YOU are a GREAT kid! You are a super big brother as well. Because this is the ONLY scrapbook/journal I keep here are some highlights of this year:
*You played football for the first time this year. You are so big that you were an X-Man and played with kids a full year ahead of your grade. You didn't love the game, but you stuck it out and started to get quite good toward the end of the year.
* You are the goalie for your comp soccer team. We call you MONSTER in the box. You don't always love this either but have decided to stay with it.
*YOU LOVE to play video games on the ps2 and on the computer
*You favorite person to hang out with is Adam (besides me)
*You love to eat at Tempanyaki (which is good because we love it but bad because it is expensive)
*School is NOT your favorite but you work hard and don't complain too much.
*You love to wrestle with your Dad
*You are a great artist
*You have inherited your love of guns from your Dad
*You love to swim
*You just tested for your second degree brown belt
You are a pretty cool kid and I LOVE every single bit of you!!!!!

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Big Sexy

Simple things I love for this week - Big Sexy Hair Spray. This will not give you silky strands for your loved one to run his fingers through BUT it will help start and FINISH good hair days.
p.s. If your name is Leslie, do not try to take the entire can through airport security, no matter how much your beg, your Big Sexy isn't going to make the trip.

Sunday, October 4, 2009

Heaven or Hell?

I would love to be posting about how wonderful General Conference was and how I feel inspired to do more, be more, love more, be a better being...that's not how the weekend went.
Let's start with expectations. I love General Conference. I think it is divinely inspired to get 2+ Sundays a year (including Stake Conference) that are different. Usually these Sundays involve getting to leave town without having guilt about your Sunday job and watching church on TV with food and family around. Not to mention there are awesome conference talks. So how did this not happen?
It started with good intentions. The plan was the Cabin with my extended family. Then I looked at the calendar. hmm Master had football Thurs, Fri and game on Sat. Soccer on Fri and Sat. Don't these coaches know this is Mother of all weekends UEA and Conference. We stayed home and my family went to the cabin. bummer.
Next we tried to stay home and do 'fun things' by Saturday afternoon I wanted to auction of my kids to the lowest bidder. No one could agree on what to do. Sport kept yelling for Cherry Hill because he doesn't understand it's closed. And my 'stay-cation' seemed to consist of making meals, cleaning them up and doing laundry. Thursday night I took Master and Princess to the movie 'Cloudy with a chance of meatballs' Master and I loved it. Princess kept crying she wanted to leave because there were no Barbies or Princess in the movie. We went up to Snowbasin on Friday and that was pretty but there was lovely arguing in the car about who was watching what show etc. etc.. We tried going bowling Friday afternoon and Sport kept yelling NO to everything, saying he wanted fries from Donalds and picking up other people's balls and throwing them down adjacent lanes while I had my back turned. This tends to screw up their game. Meanwhile Indy was on his cell with stressful business calls. I do have to note I didn't go into the weekend in the best mood. Stress at work is no fun to stress about on the weekends because there isn't a damn (excuse me) thing you can do about it. Saturday began the soccer and football thing and I kept promising the kids we would go swimming but by the time sports took over our Saturday there was no room for General Conference or for swimming. What is up with letting my 8yr old determine all my weekend plans? Lucky me I did get a date night with my hubby and neighbors Sat night (ok some guilt for not having Indy make it to Priesthood) but we had a good time. I woke up this morning in a semi good mood I made German pancakes which my kids decided they didn't like anymore. (They sure as heck liked them last week). Sport kept yelling for Eggs. Note about Sport. The skin of his butt crack has been bleeding for two weeks. This tends to make him even more stubborn and grumpy and he yells a lot. Heck if my bum was bleeding I would be grumpy stubborn and yell too. I made the kids stop and listen to the prophet but that lasted all of 2 seconds with Sport yelling he wanted football (he doesn't love conference) Princess wanting to play and Master telling me he was hungry every 10 seconds. Between sessions I dreamed of having a nap. HAHHAHA ya right. Kids were hungry, there were dishes to do and I made caramels because I needed to start prepping my Halloween treats for my offices. Afternoon session was much like the first. Sport started yelling, Princess wanted to play and Master was hungry. I finally hit the record button on the DVR and figure I'll catch it later. Thank heavens for the Ensign conference issue. After running to Ogden to visit Grandma we came home to my wonderful crock-pot roast and potatoes. My kids hate Sunday dinner, and would barely touch what I fixed. They would be thrilled if I made Top Ramen every Sunday. More dishes, scouting with Master, finding back-packs for Monday and getting kids in bed. Done right?- nope.... My caramels didn't turn out, I spilled dishwashing detergent on my hands as I loaded dishes, and while I took my aroma-therapy bath all I could smell was bleach on my fingers. Indy came in and talked about his stress at work and I tried on my new swim-suit that I bought for swim lessons and it wasn't as flattering as I hoped.
There is a book I love called "Alexander and the terrible horrible no good very bad day." I think I had a weekend like that. Now I do understand it wasn't really that horrible or terrible. I've experienced true horrible and true terrible and this weekend didn't come close. It just didn't turn out as I had hoped. The good news is there is always tomorrow. My work will be fine. Indy's work will be great. Sport's bum already looked better tonight as I put him in bed. I didn't get to partake in Conference as I hoped and I don't fill uplifted and edified, just slightly hormonal.
The truth is I am amazingly blessed. I have been given so much, and I am very grateful.