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.

Every horse has it's day

Here is a Christmas horse parade for your viewing pleasure! I don't see that every day.

You're Killing Me Smalls

I was having a conversation with a friend the other day that is pregnant with her 3rd child. It was completely unexpected and unplanned for. As far as she was concerned, they were done having kids. She is having a really hard time being excited and wanting this new person in their family. The question was brought up of what life would be like without our children. I have thought and thought about that. I would probably have my masters degree by now. No biggy, I can get that later. The biggest difference would be silence. Right now it is about 2:00 in the afternoon. Hunter has talked non-stop since he woke up at 7:30. He is killing me. Apparently he is not getting enough attention or some crap like that. Fine, let's spend quiet time together. Can't a mom get a break around here? I think I am going insane. But then, when I think that I am going to explode and throw everyone out the door. I walk into the living room and Hunter is giving Remi a big ol' kiss.



I guess I can surivive. Hunter, however won't be kissing his brother again anytime soon...... Remi is an open mouth kisser. Ha!

Friends

Nice Friendship Quote : "A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked." -- Bernard Meltzer.

So I have been thinking today about Christmas and my family and all the friends that we have had through the years. Man, we have had some good ones. I have two highlights in my week. The first is checking to see if Stephen's little brother has emailed me, usually a disappointment-he has too many adoring fans that need his immediate attention. The second is checking on my friends. I usually log onto my blog and then check Mi'Chelle's blog and then Tiff's. It is seriously the highlight in my day of dirty diapers, crying kids, and people asking me stupid questions about stupid apartments. I also have another routine that consists of calling my local friends to check and see if they still love me. I'm sure it is quite tedious for them, but I am always glad to hear that they haven't written me off just yet. So, this one goes out all of my friends that have stood by me through the years and provide a light that I cannot obtain myself. Thanks for overlooking my cracks.

Reality Check

This is a Shake and Go Speedway Raceway. It is our first in many of "I have to have that from Santa" gifts. I have been trying to get Hunter to write a letter to Santa for two and a half weeks. Each time he has asked for all the things that he already has. I have been trying to explain that Santa brings different things every year. Well, finally it clicked. He saw it on a commercial and then a friend of ours was helping Santa out and buying one for his son at Wal-Mart. Luckily we had one left at our Santa's work shop (wink wink). I guess they are a real hot item. Now my nephew wants one. He he he. I hope they can find it. Anyway, I was excited and scared at the same time. Happy that Hunter is understanding finally and scared because we almost didn't get it. The panic was setting in and I was getting desperate. I don't want to start down that path. You know that type of parents I am talking about, spending thousands of dollars just to get their kids the thing they "have" to have. Yuck. I have definitely had a reality check.

O' Christmas Tree

Alas, I have come up with a plan for a Remi-proof Christmas tree. Hunter was 12 months old for his first Christmas. He played with the tree a little, but nothing I couldn't handle. Remi, on the other hand, is only happy when something is in his mouth. Anything from the floor couch or pretty much two feet off the floor. Plus, he is strong. I know that he could pull our entire tree right on top of him. Also, I am lazy and didn't want to move the piano across the parking lot into storage just for a tree. I been trying to find the perfect little tree for on top of my grandma's sewing machine. Finally here it is, or here they are.


After all trees are a wonderful symbol of Christmas. "The evergreen of everlasting life, pointing heavenward." And I couldn't find a star so another symbol of Christmas, the bow will have to do. "Tied in the bonds of brotherly love." Don't you just love Christmas?

I Believe in Santa Claus

"Sometimes I hear people complain that the department stores put up Christmas decorations too early. Or they say that the merchandisers are only thinking of commercial gain when they advertise with lights and decorations. For me, Christmas symbols cannot be displayed too early or too much. The wreaths, the lights, the red bows, the decorated trees, the presents, all remind me of the true meaning of Christmas. I say "thank you" to the people of the world who spend time and money to make lovely displays of gifts and decorations. They are advertising the spirit of Christmas. They are reminding me of Christ."

----Diane G. Adamson


I believe in Santa Claus.

Imagine Santa.

What is he like?

He wears red.

His hair is white.

He comes in the night.

He loves little children.

He wants us to be good.

And he brings gifts.

Now imagine Jesus.

What is he like?

His hair is white.

He comes in the night.

He loves little children.

He knows we are good.

And he brings gifts.

Santa Claus is a symbol of Christmas.

The symbols of Christmas can remind us of the true meaning of Christmas.

The symbols of Christmas remind me of Christ.

So, I believe in Santa Claus.

---Diane G. Adamson

Crazy month

Wow! We have had a crazy month. We took this picture down by Kanab. I am the proud owner of a canyon. he he he I can't believe that Thanksgiving is this week. Yikes! Of course Stephen has to work the night of BLACK FRIDAY eve, or Blitz as it is called in the Wal-Mart world. We are having Thanksgiving dinner in our little apartment. I am actually pretty excited. We have some dear friends coming and my parents. This month has been grim, but hopefully this wonderful time of year with lighten everyone's spirits and bring joy. We all have so much to be thankful for.

Halloween

We had a blast this year for Halloween. The weekend before we went to Stephen's parents house for a family party. It was hilarious. We did a pinata. A witch. A wicked witch at that. The dang thing would not break. Funny funny.


The kids all dressed up, but of course our camera was being silly and didn't work real well. I took our kids pictures again when we got home and actually went trick or treating, but the others were no good. Hunter was the dragon on Shrek and Remi was a gorilla.

Hunter kept growling at everyone
telling people he was scary,
but we all know otherwise







Remi was not always
happy to be a little gorilla,
but he was sure a cute one.

Starvin' Marvin

Stephen got the bright idea to take all of Remi's clothes off and let him eat spaghetti. Hunter we have had to practically force feed. It seems like we actually did for a while until he learned he could throw anything we put in his mouth up. Needless to say food hasn't been Hunter's big thing. Remi on the other hand can't get enough. He acts like he is starving to death half the time. It was histerical! Stephen made the comment while trying to clean all the sauce off of Remi, that he was like the tuperware bowl that never should've been microwaved, the spaghetti stains will never come off.

Our Favorite Guy

Okay so this one goes out to a special guy living in Independence, Missouri. He not just any guy. This pink tie wearing fellow is Stephen's youngest brother Spencer. What a hottie! He is hilarious. I met Spenny when he was about thirteen years old, maybe fourteen at best. He was cute even then. I remember girls calling him all the time! It was the funniest thing I had ever seen. My little brother Tony was usually trying to work the scene, but not Spencer. He didn't care one little bit. He would sit and watch t.v. mumbling, "uh, uh," ever once in a while to keep his part of the conversation up. Heeelarious. He grew up and no longer mumbles, I think. He is now quite a guy and some kind of leader. Girls are still crazy about him. My kids love him. Well Remi has never met him, but Hunter is totally in love with him. Spencer had a friend in high school named Ryan. They were funny. Hunter heard them listening to that Top Loader song, "Dancin' in the Moonlight," once. Now everytime he hears it he tells me, "Mom, this is Spencer's song." He will be moving home in January of next year. We are sooooo excited. What a great guy!

The Light

May your heart be full,

your mind strong,
your roots secure.
May you always seek the road ahead with courage & cheer.
May you continue to look to the light.

I stole this quote off of Mi'Chelle's scrap book page. I loved it so much. Children are always looking to the light.

For Sale

Today I decided to play a little joke on our friend Chris. he he he. I went to the store looking for a For Sale sign to put on his cute little camry. The sign was too small, so I found glass chalk. Inspirational! he he he. When we went to buy the sign, we saw him. Hunter had to start yelling his name, "Oh good," I think. He is at a register, he he he, he doesn't suspect a thing. He smiles and waves. Sucker! I am, at this point starting to feel a little guilty about the whole thing. Good thing Stephen was there to gourd me on. I could have done it in the morning before he went to lunch, but I decided to wait until after he had lunch. Pranks go over better on a full stomach and his car would be sitting in the parking lot longer. Of course he always parks in the last stall. Perfect! I wrote his work number on both of the side windows. Hilarious! While I was decorating, as it were, two people stopped to ask me about the car. On my way home, my conscience started to get to me again. I stopped at my house long enough to get my camera. I called Stephen on my way out to see if anyone had called. Well I guess $500 is a pretty good offer so, yeah people were calling. I decided that he had enough and went to clean up the mess so he would never even know. Of course, he came walking out in the middle of me washing his window. Sometimes, I kill myself. Hopefully, he is not too mad and understands how boring and monotonous my life can be. Sometimes a mom has to do what a mom has to do. Gotta luv ya Chris.