Indoor Soccer

Last night was my last game of the season.
[enter frowny-faced emoticon]

Yes, those socks are from high school. It was a pleasure, ladies.

L to R: Kari, Heather, Becca, Jill (#1), Sheryl, Jill (#2), Me, Kristy
(not photographed: Lezlie)

Super Glue

While trying to fix her glasses, Domie got herself into a sticky situation.

But seriously, who travels with super glue? Only SUPERMOM, Janese!

Move Over

Our house is on the market (to rent).

If you do some 1st grade math, that means we're moving. Don't worry, not far.

In fact, if you have really good aim, you can spit and hit it from our front porch.

I'm giddy about the whole thing. In fact, I catch myself giggling out loud while I'm walking around doing mundane tasks in my home. And while it will be furnished with our hand-me-downs in most rooms, and completely unfurnished in others, I can't help but think how much fun we'll have when you come stay with me (even if there's nothing for you to sleep on, yet).

ECD: October 29th.

Brrr

It was 72 degrees this morning when I asked my children if they wanted a jacket.

We've acclimated to Texas weather, I think.

Grace-less

There are WAY too many dancing shows out there for me.

Dancing w/ the Stars

So You Think You Can Dance

ummm, Ellen

It gets a girl to thinkin' she's got moves. And then she tries them out in front of her bathroom mirror. And yes, even though I was all by myself, I was abhorrently embarrassed.

Stop. I know you've done it, too (danced in front of the mirror). And if you haven't -- well, everyone should.

I had no idea I was that awkward looking. For a moment I felt obligated to call my mother and have her demand her money back for the 10(!) years of dance lessons.

Except, it all begins to make sense. As I recall those years, I bounced year after year to different studios. Hmmm. Maybe my mom failed to tell me something....

A Thirst Quenched

It's raining outside.

It has been since Tuesday.

If you live in the area, you know this is a really great thing.

If you live in my stake, you know it's a miracle.

God is good.

Rock Camp

I'm catching up on some summer blogging since I don't have any fiery conversations to start up. Feel free to throw something at me.
The monkeys took a rock climbing course at our local gym. They loved climbing. Well, mostly they loved falling.

Emmy at her most graceful.She could hold her own (literally).

Bradley on his way up.

He's such a show off.

Twinners

I found my long lost twin.

Shhh, don't tell her she's going gray.
I think it's all the stress of being reunited with her sis.

Cha-Ching

It'll only take one more person to join to get the pot at $2000.

Any takers?

Come on! Someone out there has a muffin top, love handles, a wedged wedding ring or back rolls that they are trying to get rid of. You know, if you lose feeling when you're wearing spanx and the red lines don't go a way for hours, you need to join us.

RM

My sister, Holly, just returned from her mission in Connecticut. That was one major reason we went when we did (thanks to the Micks for accommodating my side of the family).

It was great to see her. She's amazing.

Now, if I could just get her to take us ladies on a trip back East.

BTW: why are the phrases always "back east" and "out west"?
Any of you a linguist?

First Day a School

Sorry, we just got back from our Utah/Idaho trip (more later) which explains why I haven't posted in a while and why my grammar is struggling. It seems in Texas, you combine words or make them up all together; ie: ya'll or ain't. In Utah, you change letters or leave them out of the words; like mow-en (for mountain) or pellow.


Love, love, love the first day of school. I love feeling anxious and excited and a little like you want to throw up. It's so great!

Also love how Olivia wanted to be apart of EVERYTHING!

It's also funny when the bus picks you up in the morning, but doesn't have your stop listed on the route when they're on the way home and your kids get home at 3:45 when the left for school at 7:15.

That's funny.

Ha.

Saturday Fun

I took pictures...

... for proof. It's been 4 years since we've been out.
I had to get it on film, or at least memory card.

Emmy workin' it out on the knee-board,
though, not necessarily ever on her knees.

Bradley enjoying his 2nd ride.


Livvers.
If you're in the sun and water long enough, this happens.


Moi.


Steven catchin' air.
One handed?
Fancy.

Thanks to the B* Family for indulging us.
I was sore until yesterday.

A Toast

Here's to:

No longer being the person people lay next to on the beach to feel good about themselves.

Cheers.

-The contest begins today.

Homebound

Emmy's been puking for the past two days.
Olivia has some minor form of conjunctivitis.
Thus, Bradley and I are stuck at home.

Until he abandoned me to go to his friends' house.

I'm bored.

Even though I have a book to read for book club, a bedroom to organize and a house to disinfect with Clorox Wipes and Lysol. Plus, I'm sure there's a pile of laundry somewhere that needs to be put away.

Please tell me at least you're out having fun, you know, grocery shopping or going to the cleaners. What's it like to have such a glamorous life?

You Look Like You Could Use It

- not the contest! The money, duh!

You have until Friday, the 31st to send me your money. So do it!

Email me (look over there ------> for my email address) if you need my home address.

I'm getting money every day from everywhere. It's gonna be another good one!

What's wrong with the rest of you. Is it 'cause you can't think of a good alias?

What about these:
Fatty McGee
I [heart] Cankles
Large Marge
Cellulucious
Sausage Fingers
Heart Condition in the Works
5 Feet Across
Kilograms R Better

...come on

Bring it!

Click here for verification if you don't know what the heck I'm talking about. 

The rules and price have changed, email for the details.

Spoiler Alert

It was good.

And scary.

Too scary for my monkeys. Like that scene where that thing happens to that person and then stuff.

Thanks, Shels, Jester, Say-Diddy, Teej, Crys-meister, Tabby-cakes, & C-dawg for going with me. It was fun. And now I have nicknames for all of you. I know I didn't tell you, but you like them, right?

Sorry if I ruined the movie for you.
I just couldn't keep it to myself.

Dirty Laundry

Ste and I have been discussing lately.

Discussing is an adorable way to say arguing.

Here's my side [the right side] of the fight, I mean, discussion:

I'm at a time in my life when my children are too young to adequately (or they're unwilling to) help around the house and, to finish off the double-edged sword, they're also at that age when they seem to make the largest of messes (Olivia!).

To top it off, my husband has, ahem, removed himself one degree further (he' in the 'ric, now) and I'm doing stuff like mowing/edging the yard & taking out the trash (I feel like I'm one step away from scratching myself inappropriately - and I can't even say stuff like that anymore 'cause I'm married to someone in the 'ric).

Ugh.

Anyway, I thought that during the summer, when my kids are around an extra 8 hours a day to destroy my house, it would be nice to have someone help out once every 3-4 weeks.

Here's his side of the "discussion":

1. It's not in the budget.
2. It's not going to only last during the summer (he knows my addictive tendencies).
3. Our house is small enough that you can clean the toilet and vacuum the stairs at the same time. AND if I want a house that's not as small, we need to cut back on splurges, which brings us back to reason #1.

So, go ahead.
Comment.
But only if you're going to validate my needs.

You Non-Contributing Zero

Thanks for the video, Pops.

Unecessary Explanation

Sometimes when I'm at the checkout and all of my treasures are slowly moving along that conveyor belt, I sometimes glance at the check-out chick to see if she's judging me.

A raised eyebrow.

A smirk.

A tilted head.

A frownsmile.

Nothing. I've never once had any of these judging face/body languages from the person behind the register, even though I probably should have. Because I know if I were checking someone out, I'd be like, "Really? You're going to buy that Tropicana crap when the frozen concentrate is half the price? Psh."

As I my own eyes search over my purchases, I feel like I need to explain why I'm buying strawberries and carrots and still feeding my kids Lucky Charms. And why I'm buying diet soda and yet I'm getting ice cream and chocolate candy. Or why I'm buying a block of cheddar cheese as well as the pre-grated cheddar cheese. Really? Am I that lazy? I just know they're thinking these things.

I will admit that a few years ago when I was frantically buying a pregnancy test and a snickers bar, the girl said, well, she sort of asked it: "Good luck."?

I just tilted my head at her and frownsmiled.

Am I Invited or Inviting?

We are merely days (18, or something) away from HP6 and I haven't heard anything about anything.

Why are there not:

Parties being planned?
Dinners being hosted?
Premier tickets being sold to me?

Come on, people. Am I going to have to organize this?

Fine.

Who wants to come?

I'll need to know numbers if I have to rent out an entire theater before the 15th.

Is it weird that I want to be her?