Things that make me smile

Okay, I am trying a new thing. I am going to make a list of all the things that make me smile.

1. Rain - I love the way everything looks both while it is raining and after. I even love the hard, beat everything down rain. The kind that you can't see through even with your windshield wipers on high. I love it!

2. Music - We have music on at our house nearly all the time. I dream about music while I sleep, strange I know. Actually, it is more like my dreams have background music. I love almost all types of music as mentioned in previous post. I love everything from James Taylor to Jack Johnson, depending on my mood

3. Getting E-mail - I love, love getting emails from people, not junk but a good old fashioned
letter. It always makes my day, even if it is an incomplete sentence that doesn't make any sense at all from my youngest brother. I still love it.

4. Mountains - The view from my front lawn. Simply amazing

5. Short Stop Lights -

6. Meeting new friends - I love new people. It always makes my day to have a conversation with any adult, but I love friends.

7. Football - This hasn't always been the case. I used to despise it, absolutely despise it, but now it makes me smile.

8. When random things make me think of my Grandma.

9. Camping - Especially in the canyon above our old home sniff sniff

10. Unexpected gifts - We have had so much fun with this old thing.

11. Lilies - especially star gazers

12. New shoes - Who doesn't love new shoes, I mean come on they are shoes for crying out loud!

13. Preschool - Two complete hours with no being told what to do or when to do it. I am talking about my 4 1/2 year old. Yes he does boss me around. I like the break.

14. The Move Theatre - I don't get out much if this makes me smile, but it does, it really does.

15. My nieces and nephews

16. The fall season. This time of year is wonderful. I love all of the colors in the sky and on the leaves. It is beautiful.

17. Lunch, speaking of which I am hungry. I'm am going to update this later. I am a little disappointed with myself that only 17 things make me smile and food is one of them.

What makes you smile?

The end

Okay folks, it is all over. The end of the world is near. I made waffles from scratch this morning and my children have officially become obsessed with Johnny Cash. Hunter walks around saying, "Hello, I"m Johnny Cash." "My name is Sue, how do you do? Now your gonna die!" Does anyone think this could potentially be a problem?

I don't know which to be more worried about, the fact that I cook all the time, or our background music contains the phrase "son of a bitch" almost every other line. I am not sure about this stay at home momma stuff. I love music, and so do my kids. A neighbor of mine informed me that children should not listen to Johnny Cash or Soft Cell (Tainted Love.) No one told me this before. My stay at home mother manual didn't mention it once.

I'm going to fail miserably!

Anger Management

This is hilarious.  I have always wanted to do
something like this.

When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you
just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out
on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't
know.

I was sitting at my desk when I remembered a phone
call I'd forgotten to make.  I found the number and
dialed it.  A man answered saying, "Hello."  I
politely said, "This is Chris.  Could I please speak
with Robyn Carter?"  Suddenly a manic voice yelled out
in my ear, "Get the right stupid number!"  and the
phone was slammed down on me.  I couldn't believe that
anyone could be so rude.  When I tracked down Robyn's
correct number to call her.  I found that I had
accidentally transposed that last two digits.

After hanging up with her, I decided the call the
'wrong' number again.  When the same guy answered the
phone, I yelled, "You're an asshole!" and hung up.  I
wrote his number down with the word asshole next to
it, and put it in my desk drawer.

Every couple of weeks, when I was paying bills or had
a really bad day, I'd call him up and yell, "You're an
asshole!"

It always cheered me up.

When Caller ID was introduced, I thought my
therapeutic "asshole calling" would have to stop.  So,
I called his number and said, "Hi, this is John Smith
from Verizon, I'm calling to see if you're familiar
with our Caller ID Program?"  He yelled "NO!" and
slammed down the phone.  I quickly called him back and
said, "That's because you're an asshole!"

One day I was at the store, getting ready to pull into
a parking spot.  Some guy in a black BMW cut me off
and pulled in to the spot I had patiently waited for.
I hit the horn and yelled that I'd been waiting for
that spot, but the asshole ignored me.  I noticed a "For
Sale" sign in his back window which included his phone
number, so I wrote down the number.

A couple of days later right after calling the first
asshole (I had is number on speed dial) I thought that
I'd better call the BMW idiot, too.  I said, "Is
this the man with the black BMW for sale?"
"Yes, it is," he said.
"Can you tell me where I can see it?" I asked.
"Yes, I live at 34 Mowbray, Blvd. in Vaucluse.  It's a
yellow house, and the car's parked right out front."
"What's your name?"  I asked.
"My name is Don Hansen," he said.
"When is a good time to catch you, Don?"
"I'm home every evening after five."
"Listen, Don, can I tell you something?"
"Yes?"
"Don, you're and asshole!"  Then I hung up, and added
his number to my speed dial, too.  Now, when I had a
problem I had two assholes to call.

Then I came up with an idea.  I called Asshole #1
"Hello. You're and asshole!"  (But, I didn't hang up.)
"Are you still there?" he asked.
"Yeah," I said.
"Stop calling me," he screamed.
"Make me," I said.
"Who are you? " He asked.
"My name is Don Hansen."
"Where do you live?"
"Idiot, I live at 34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse in a
yellow house.  My black beamer is parked in front."
He said, "I'm coming over right now, Don.  And you had
better start saying your prayers."
I said, "Yeah, like I'm really scared, asshole." and
hung up.

Then I called Asshole #2.

"Hello?" he asked.
"Hello asshole," I said.
He yelled, "If I ever find out who you are...."
"You'll what?"  I asked.
"I'll kick your butt," he exclaimed.
I answered, "Well asshole, here's your chance.  I'm
coming over right now."  Then I hung up and
immediately called the police saying that  I lived at
34 Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse, and that I was on my way
over there to kill my gay lover.
Then I called Channel 9 News about the gang war going
down in Mowbray Blvd, Vaucluse.

I quickly got into my car and headed over to Mowbray.
I got there just in time to watch two assholes beating
the crap out of each other in from of six cop cars, an
overhead police helicopter and a news crew.

NOW I feel much better.
Anger management really works.....

Why couldn't I get any crack dealers?

This article in the Onion Daily Newspaper "cracks" me up.

Stay At Home Mom

Well, I finally have internet! I have been having some serious withdrawals. In fact, I have had a cold for about a week. That is a long time for me. I am certain that my body is punishing me.

I just have to say I HATE MOVING! I used to think that I loved adventure. That I was one of those people that would move and move just for a new experience. Well, this is not true. Actually it might be true if we had money, which we do not. I have been trapped in our dark little basement apartment trying to think of ways to save money. My mom politely tried to tell me that as a stay at home mom, it is my job to save our family money and be creative doing it. Plegh! This is not what I wanted to hear.

However, last weekend I decided to give my little SAHM soul a lift. I attended American Mothers Inc. Interfaith National Conference. It was extremely uplifting. Jane Clayson Johnson spoke, along with Stephen R. Covey and Marla Cilley "The FlyLady." I guess if Jane Clayson can give up her exciting life to be home with her babies, so can I.

Well it is official. Stephen's last day to be employed with Wal-Mart Stores Inc. will be August 25th, 2006. I am so excited! Stephen got offered a job with Provo College today. We will be leaving at the end of the month. Can I get a hell ya?

It just occurred to me that my husband will be home on Thanksgiving and Christmas Eve! I am soooo excited!

Man's Best Friend

I have been "one of the guys" for almost as long as I can remember. When I was 6, I was the only girl at an all boy birthday party. Don't get me wrong here. I was never a tomboy. I always liked dainty, girly things. I just always had more guy friends than girls. I never wanted it to be that way. I always wanted to be one of those girls that makes everyone look twice. In college I would get invited to steak night, or when the guys were all getting together to play x-box and get drunk, I was always there. It was crazy to me. I only have brothers. My husband only has brothers. I only have boys. Have I been preparing for the rest of my life all this time? The never ending espn/military channel? Again, don't get me wrong. I love all my "boys," I am happy with my marriage. At this point I don't want men ogling at me, but for hell sakes, if I get told how "awesome" or "cool" I am again, I am going to puke!

Randomness

Since I first met my husband, he as been pumping me full of useless information. Little known facts that will get a person no where. It is kind of a weird thing he does, but none the less it continues through the years. I want to share some of that randomness today.

Dueling is legal in Paraguay as long as both parties are register blood donors.

Cuba is the only island in the Caribbean to have a railroad.

In ancient Scotland, every leap year maidens were allowed to ask a man to be her husband, refusal cost him a pound.

Barbie's full name is "Barbara Millicent Roberts."

Leonardo Da Vinci invented the scissors.

Adolf Hilter's mother seriously considered having an abortion but was talked out it by her doctor.

Queen Victoria eased the discomfort of her menstrual cramps by having her doctor supply her with marijuana.


There you have it. Your useless information for the day.

Simply amazing

Women are an interesting phenomena. Last night I observed two adult women screaming over a controversial call the umpire made at our softball game last night. Yeah, yeah, yeah, laugh if you will, yes I do play softball. This is not my point. I know both of the women quite well, both are nice, self-reserved women. Why is it that competition brings out the inner bitch in some woman that hasn't previously been seen?

Screaming Baby!

Right now I am sitting here listening to Remi cry himself to sleep. I have tried so hard this year to keep him on a good schedule like good moms do yada yada yada. He takes a nap every day at 11 AM. It is so nice, except on Sundays. Our church starts at 11 AM. Bad time, no question. Most of the kids there are not happy. I never notice because I can't hear them over Remi's screams of frustration. Today is Father's Day. Everyone at church is trying to have a nice day and we bring Remi, what a joke!

sidenote: Remi has this high pitch squeal that he makes if he is happy, mad, sad, angry, whatever. It is ear piercing and so high that I cannot think of a comparable sound.

Regardless, we are trying to do what we think is good by taking the damn kids to church. I hate it. I hate it. I hate it. Today I am in a particularly good mood, so I am sitting in church trying to be a good example for Hunter, but I have the giggles. Hunter keeps singing, "Let's get this party started in here." Remi keeps throwing his head back and hitting the pew in front of his, every time he screams. Then he decides that he wants a crayon, or the entire case of crayons. This is not a good thing, so I take them away, and he screams. It is all very comical. Stephen finally leans over and tells me to take Remi home and put him down for a nap. He can't handle his irreverent family. hehehe Happy Father's Day dad!

No title, just thinking

Life is interesting. I hate not knowing where it is leading. Why can't I just sit back and enjoy the ride? We have been lucky to have so much family and good friends to support us. We have never been so financially strapped that Stephen had to started stripping at the local all men's club just to get a few extra bucks. We have always had what we needed, when we needed it. Life is good, but still I hate that little feeling in the pit of my stomach that is both exciting and terrifying telling me that it is all about to change. Asking me, "Can you cut it?"

Exhaustion

Last Friday my baby brother-in-law Spencer got married. He wed at 10 AM in a town about 5 miles from where I live. After that we had a luncheon here and then drove 1 1/2 hours to his home town and the place of the reception. I was about ready to cry from being tired when the whole thing started at 7 PM. We didn't get to eat ANYTHING at the reception for fear of running out for the "real guests." What a load of crap. Anyway, after the reception, I figured we had a pretty eventful day. Apparently I was mistaken. We then loaded into the car and drove about 45 miles to sit in a hot springs in the middle of Podunk, USA. I have to admit, other than the moss, it was pretty nice. Well, lucky for us, Spencer and his new bride were spending their first night of marital bliss 2 miles from the hot pots. hehehe. We trashed the car and got home at about 4 AM. I sure hope they can get all the shampoo off. On Saturday, we had planned a river rafting trip. I was a little nervous because we were taking the kids. Silly me, the river moved so slow that it was practically going backward in places. I guess you can't expect much from a river in the middle of the desert but still, six hours we spent on that damn river and made it all of 3 miles. I am not joking. Not to mention that it was the dirtiest water I think I have ever seen. In fact this may be my last post. I'm pretty sure we are all going to get sick from some strange Sevier water bacteria. Yikes! And now, the crazy idiots are planning another "rafting trip" over the 4th of July. Sheesh. Nah, I'm just joking, it was actually a really good day. My thighs are an interesting shade of red, but all in all it was kind of fun.

Pity party for me

I have been so restless lately. We were planning on moving this weekend, until about a month ago, now we are not moving until August. Okay, I know it is only a few months, I'm a big baby, blah blah blah. I just want to go somewhere, even if only for a visit. It has become very clear to me that my life is pretty uneventful and boring. In February, my brother-in-law Eric got married. He went on a wonderful cruise. Another brother-in-law, Brad went to Boston with his little wife (I really would love to see that part of the U.S.) Last month I had some friends that went to Europe for a couple of weeks. Then, my parents went to Costa Rica, I have had two friends go to Hawaii, and the youngest brother-in-law Spencer is getting married this weekend and going on the same cruise Eric went on. Stephen and I, by the way, had about $30 to our name when we got married and went snow boarding, only because another brother in law, Andy (there are 4) bought us lift tickets. I am even jealous of two people I don't know. Ian, a fellow blogger, has traveled half way across the world to get a little lovin from his lady. And this other blogger, 49words, is going to Amsterdam for a freakin bachelor's party, only if he can sell his soul to the devil. Which actually makes me feel a little better. Misery loves company, what can I say? So come on people, cheer me up a little, I need some miserable news.

"Hell is empty.
All the devils are here."


William Shakespeare
"THE TEMPEST"

Moron!

An intelligent man in Denver, NC burnt down his house this last weekend while trying to snuff his cigarette in a bowl of paint thinner. How stupid does he feel?

At the Zoo

Someone told me

It's all happening at the zoo.

I do believe it,
I do believe it's true.

It's a light and tumble journey
From the East Side to the park;
Just a fine and fancy ramble

To the zoo.

But you can take the crosstown bus
If it's raining or it's cold,
And the animals will love it
If you do.

Somethin' tells me
It's all happening at the zoo.

The monkeys stand for honesty,
Giraffes are insincere,
And the elephants are kindly but
They're dumb.
Orangutans are skeptical
Of changes in their cages,
And the zookeeper is very fond of rum.

Zebras are reactionaries,

Antelopes are missionaries,
Pigeons plot in secrecy,
And hamsters turn on frequently.
What a gas! You gotta come and see
At the zoo.





I took my kids to the zoo last Friday. The whole day I could not get this song out of my head. Also, the fact that there is an idiot who lives in my community that once tried to pet a zebra. The zebra bit his right pectoral muscle and tried to rip it off his body, resulting in a hunch back and crooked neck. Moral of the story: Never pet a zebra. Aren't you glad that you read my blog today to learn this important lesson?

What am I going to do with you?

In a few months I will officially be a stay-at-home mom. Today has been a really slow day with work so I have had some time to spend with the little kiddies. It is almost 3 PM and Remi has been asleep since just before 11 AM. Now normally this would be the highlight of my life and I would go crazy getting things done. Except for the fact that I have not motivation. Anyhow, I am getting a little away from my point. I don't have that much work. Hunter is in riding around in his hummer. I should be doing something productive with him like reading or some crap like that. In the past when I haven't done "mom" type of things I have always used the excuse of having work to do. I had myself completely fooled too. But, today it occurred to me that I am going to have to step up and be an active mother. Yokes! What I am supposed to do with 2 little kids all day?

I am having the worst day. Our friends brother died last week. He was a heroine addict and had been taking methodone to try and come off it. He was also bipolar. I don't know how much any of you know about methadone, but it is wicked strong. Ben would go to the clinic every day and had to take it there in front of them. The clinic is closed on Sundays, so on Saturday he got two pills. I think he was taking his methodone in the morning and the bipolar medication in the evenings. The bipolar stuff made him really groggy. He took it and went to sleep. He woke up a couple hours later and took another methadone. He must have thought it was the next day. The two doses were taken too close together and he died. I am just sick about it. No one in my family has started into heroine (hopefully) but still I get so upset when I here about drug ODs, even if it is accidental.

I survived!

I grew up traveling the Western United States and Canada camping with my family. Apparently I have had a somewhat distorted view of camping. This weekend, I really camped. I stayed in a tent outside of St. George, UT at a place called Red Cliffs. It was a fun and interesting trip. My husband and his family love to camp. In fact when his oldest brother Brad got married, his wife requested a camping theme bridal shower. She was given food storage theme on instead. (Weird, I know, but true.) When I got married I was asked what I wanted. I said anything but camping. Camping stuff is all I received, (none of the good stuff.) My husband absolutely loves to be outdoors, dirty and all that jazz. We have of course compromised, but still I am not too thrilled with the whole idea. We left Remi with my mother, thank goodness, and Hunter got to be an only child. He loved it.

It rained half of the time we were there. The sun came out enough to dry everything up and give me a few more freckles, not that I need any more. I love being around Stephen's brothers and their families. It makes me feel so normal. The worst thing anyone is addicted to in that family is diet Pepsi. hehehe. I love it!

Well, anyway, I have nothing to exciting to report, not that I ever do. I am nervous now that my inlaws have discovered my secret outlet of a blog, I can't think of anything to say or write about. Yikes!

The End

I am officially at the end of my rope. I think I might strangle someone. I don't know how many of you live in apartments and get to experience having very close neighbors. If you have not yet experienced it, don't. I have a single mom that lives above me with two girls, ages 6 and 4. That's not too bad. The mom is nice, the girls are sweet. Whatever, I'm easy. The mom has 4 siblings and her mother over ALL the time. It is so noisy. It sounds like the biggest thunderstorm any time they are up there. I have tried to be really nice about the whole situation. I am after all the manager, anything I say comes across really mean and bitchy. Last night, however, I had it. My family goes to bed early. Before the time change here, my boys were asleep no later than 7 PM, now it is more like 8. I am usually in bed pretty quick thereafter. I don't go to sleep until around 9:30. I get up every morning at 5 AM so that I can try and lose some of my fat ars. I realize that not everyone lives like this, and that is great. If I were thin and had no children, or a job, I would probably sleep until noon, but that is not my situation. Anyway, those kids are running around until about 11:30 every night. My lights on my ceiling keep clanking from them jumping on the floor directly above the fixture. Sidenote: I may be having a little hormone issues right now, and should not be held liable for rash behavior over little things. I stood on my bed and pounded on the ceiling with all my might. Then today when I saw the mother I let her have it in the nicest way I could muster up. One of her brothers has a girlfriend that is always up there too. She always sits in the stairwell and smokes and then throws her cigarette butts anywhere convenient for her. Another sidenote: The garbage dumpster sits not five steps from my front door. I do not smoke. I am not terribly prejudice against those that do, but I do not want to have it blown into my front door. Plus she keeps using my planter as an ash tray. I lost it on the girlfriend too. I told her no more smoking in the stairwell and to never use my things as ash trays again. Now, if someone had talked to me the way that I was talking to her, I would have been ticked. She just laughed and went back inside. Oooooohhhhh, that made me even more mad. My kids have been little shits today, my baby had to get more shots, I picked up garbage all day, and then she was laughing at me. I think I might lose it and strangle her! I don't even care about being the big bad bitch anymore.

Islander Babies?

My friend and I were talking pictures of our kids this morning. Last week we went and watched our friend preform the Haka dance. After that we decided to play dress up.

Hunter, trying his best to look stern.

Tyler, watching t.v. :)

Remi, also watching t.v. :)

And Sisilia, frowning because of the snow.

Anyway, it was fun. I was so excited about how cute they turned out that I had to blog them.

I hate that

It has recently occurred to me that I am a grumpy, ornery, cranky woman. Today, I dislike most things. Okay, that was being a little too nice. Let me start over. Today, I hate most things:

I hate the college kids that live down the road that stare at every car which passes. I drive a red windstar. I think it is obvious that you do not want to hit on me. So don't stare at me. Plus, I'm not that much older than any of you little brats. I just drive a van!

I hate getting up in the mornings to work out and then feeling like shit for the rest of the day. Why do I need to work out? Why can't I be content with being a bigger girl?

I hate it when people pick at their ears and then examine the findings. It is earwax people! You haven't struck gold.

I hate it when I have everything in the world to do, but I am bored. What the freak is my problem?

I hate waiting in line at the grocery store.

I hate balancing the checkbook, paying bills, and keeping track of all finances!

I hate moving.

I hate life!

That is all.

Just having one of those wonderful, "I suck" days.

Noses to the Grindstone

I've got my nose back to the grindstone. The kids are back and so is the cold weather. Yuck! Actually it is just rain so I am happy.

While my kids were gone, I was surprisingly productive. We are preparing to move in May. I cleaned out our storage room. We took a car load and a half to the thrift store. Now I can just pack stuff up and send it to the storage room. I was able to go through toys and give up 1/4 of them. That was easy without Hunter telling me that every toy is his favorite, special toy.

All in all, it was a nice break from regular life. Now I am back to it. Remi is sitting in his high chair yelling at me because he wants the rest of Hunter's breakfast. Ahhh my life is wonderful.

No kids!

I am officially kid free. My inlaws and parents have taken over my children for a few days, leaving me with all the time in the world. I ran stairs this morning. Yuck! I am now preparing for a relaxing bubble bath with no fingers sticking under the door, and no children yelling at me for a drink. Lazy dayz!

Snow Day

This first year that I was married it snowed here on the 2nd day of May. No joke. It melted that same day, but snowed none the less. Every year since then we have had frozen roads and white lands from about November through late April. This year has been different. It didn't even snow until mid-January. I, unlike everyone else that lives here, have been happy. I can deal with rain, but the snow has to be plowed and shoveled. That part, I hate. My family, however loves the snow.


We finally took our boys last Monday to go tubing. We went to our golf course and slid down the driving range. I went kicking and screaming, but I have to admit that it was pretty fun. We went with our friends and their kids. I have to tell you that there is nothing funnier than seeing a baby that can't even walk desperate to be a big boy. Remi was hysterical


I am so sick of the snow. I love the fall and the summer, but I cannot stand being cooped up any longer. Sick kids, cold toes, I hate it all. Yuck! Yuck! Yuck!

Ticas everywhere beware

Okay, this is my youngest brother Tony. He was skim
boarding in St. George when I took this picture. The damn fool is a natural at pretty much everything he does. For that I have always been jealous. He has always been a ladies man too. It kills me. I never had guys look at me twice and everyone would have killed just to be near him. He has recently moved far, far away to the exotic land of Costa Rica. I was chatting with him yesterday about the country and the people. He said that he was fat compared to everyone else there. This picture is probably about 5 years old, but I think it is a good one. That is all I have to say. Also, ticas look out Tony is on the loose, you never know when you will fall into his trap. he he he

Damn Cute Kids

We have had the weekend from hell. Stephen's younger brother got married and we had the pleasure of attending two receptions. When it was all said and done, It think we all had a pretty good time. I did however click on a link the other day showing a new superduper shopping center. The first thing I saw was a flower store. I immediately got sick to my stomach. I thought that it would be at least two weeks before I had to see another flower. Ugh flowers and weddings. On a happier note, I will be sending my children to New Hampshire for day care, it will be worth 65% of my take home pay to laugh at someone else trying to keep Remi from eating everything he sees. We couldn't get a good picture of our boys at the wedding because Remi wouldn't stop eating for 2 seconds to smile at the camera. Hunter, on the other hand wouldn't stop and eat for 2 seconds because he was busy smiling at the camera. Go figure.

Parent's Curse

Every time I see someone that knew me as a little girl they always are surprised to see me as a productive adult. Most of them tell me some horror story about some dastardly deed that I involved one of their children in. Well I think that I have received the revenge that I deserve. The other day while I was getting our family ready to leave town for a few days, Remi was in the front room being so quiet and good. I was in other room quickly finishing up some last minutes things. I was actually excited that he was being so good. This never happens. That should have been my first clue. I snuck up behind the couch and peeked over to see this.


I definitely get the mommy award today.

Tag

Mi'Chelle tagged me or something like that. Anyway, I hope you brought a bed to lie down on and take a quick snooze because I have had a pretty booooring and uneventful life, hence the awe that I have for everyone else.

Four jobs I've had:
1. burger girl at a ball park-lots of cute boys
2. facilitator Ed-net (incredibily exciting- yawn yawn)
3. night manager at Pepperbelly's Restaurant (tex-mex food)
4. LIHTC site manager

Four movies I could watch over and over, and have
1. Can't Buy Me Love; gotta love Patrick Dempsey
2. Napolean Dynamite
3. Pretty in Pink
4. Tommy Boy (please, please don't tell anyone)

Four places I have lived
1. Provo, UT
2. Delta, UT
3. Ephraim, UT
4.
Okay, pretty boooring, but what can I say? I'm content

Four t.v. shows I love to watch
1. Survivor
2. The Office
3. Arrested Development
4. Related, ha ha I know the WB, my husband laughs at me all the time too

Four places I have been on vacation
1. Yellowstone National Park
2. Alberta, Canada
3. Seattle, WA
4. Pismo Beach, CA
pretty much vacations in our family always revolve around seeing other family

Four web sites I visit daily
1. Flylady
2. Utah State University, I am desperately trying to get my husband through school
3. blogs, but only the really good ones
4. USA Today

Four of my favorite foods
I like anything I don't have to make
1. fish, polynesian style, basically meaning Fred makes it, not me
2. funeral potatoes by Jerry, also not me
3. roast and potatoes by my mother, again not me
4. pancakes, only by Stephen, which is of course not me
I have been spoiled by all the men in my life that cook. It is a horrible rotten life I lead.

Four places I would rather be right now.
1. Snowboarding
2. Lake Powell, well maybe not right now, but in the summer
3. Costa Rica, but not during rainy season, hell I would go any season
4. Sri Lanka- we are looking to move to Hong Kong in about 5 years, so hopefully we get there too

Four people I'll tag next
1. Tiffany
2. crap I can't think of anyone else that would want to.

I do say

I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."




Yah yah yah, as long as they are U.S. citizens. Apparently no one else matters.

Would you like a smoke?

I was reading today about health. Interestingly enough, I found out that men who smoke cigarettes do not enjoy sex as much as men that do not. At least for heavy smokers. Although I myself do not smoke, I can seen how it would be desired by some. I'll give you that, but for pity sake what about your love life?

Happy Freakin' New Year!

Another year has come and gone. La de freakin da. No I am just kidding. The holidays were crazy as ever. We spent Christmas at Stephen's mom's house with everyone in his family. It was complete mayhem. Then on Christmas day we went down to my parents house, (our families live in the same community basically) and opened gifts with them. This year Stephen got the day after Christmas off, amazingly enough. We had fun. Now it is back to work. Right now I am trying to get up the nerve to do my work. I hate the end of the year for that. People keep calling me with the stupidest question and I might scream, thank goodness for caller id.