She's making begging noises while waiting for the food.
Wednesday, October 29, 2008
Is it Lunchtime yet?
Are dog Lucky knows exactly when its lunchtime. As soon as I put Lexie in her highchair the dog goes and sits under it hoping to catch the food that falls from Lexie's attempts at trying to get the food in her mouth. Lucky always gets quite full!
She's making begging noises while waiting for the food.
She's making begging noises while waiting for the food.
Sunday, October 26, 2008
My Smartness part 2
Ok, so I have been in school for about two months now, and this past week was midterms. Now I did not know this until someone from my class happenend to mention how many tests she was going to be taking. Then I looked down at my syllabus, and the doom set in. I had yet to take a test, just the ever popular quizzes, and my heart started to race and my palms started to sweat. Then a thought occurred to me; where is the testing center in the first place?
With a very detailed map, which a girl in my class drew for me, I found it! It was really crowded and a lot bigger than I remembered. I walked in there with my student id and my number 2 pencil and loudly said my name and class. That's when I noticed a couple of people looking at me and the girl at the counter shaking their heads. So, I must have been more nervous than I thought because I didn't think I was that loud. Then I remembered that I am used to yelling at the top of my lungs to be heard, so I think I need to tone it down a little.
I started the test and began to feel very confident in myself, almost to the point of cocky. This was going to be so easy. I sailed through to number 25 and then got to number 26; I didn't understand the question so how was I going to answer it? I did what they tell you to do, which was process of elimination. But what they don't tell you is what you do after that, when you still have 2 possible answers? Then I remebered that they say when in doubt put C. Well, what if C isn't an option? This continued for the next 25 minutes, where I then decided to just put down an answer and leave. I got my score, (which is totally irrevelant), and went home defeated.
Next, I had to write 2 papers for another class and decided to send them to my very smart, annoyingly so, older brother to read. When you get a phone call that starts out, "Do you have a pencil ready", you know you're in trouble. 45 minutes later, I turned in some well written papers, so Brad I hope you get an A. Because they were pretty darn good!
With a very detailed map, which a girl in my class drew for me, I found it! It was really crowded and a lot bigger than I remembered. I walked in there with my student id and my number 2 pencil and loudly said my name and class. That's when I noticed a couple of people looking at me and the girl at the counter shaking their heads. So, I must have been more nervous than I thought because I didn't think I was that loud. Then I remembered that I am used to yelling at the top of my lungs to be heard, so I think I need to tone it down a little.
I started the test and began to feel very confident in myself, almost to the point of cocky. This was going to be so easy. I sailed through to number 25 and then got to number 26; I didn't understand the question so how was I going to answer it? I did what they tell you to do, which was process of elimination. But what they don't tell you is what you do after that, when you still have 2 possible answers? Then I remebered that they say when in doubt put C. Well, what if C isn't an option? This continued for the next 25 minutes, where I then decided to just put down an answer and leave. I got my score, (which is totally irrevelant), and went home defeated.
Next, I had to write 2 papers for another class and decided to send them to my very smart, annoyingly so, older brother to read. When you get a phone call that starts out, "Do you have a pencil ready", you know you're in trouble. 45 minutes later, I turned in some well written papers, so Brad I hope you get an A. Because they were pretty darn good!
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Parent's Trait's
When I was little I thought of all the trait's that I possessed and wondered which ones I would pass down to my children. I didn't have much that I wanted my children to have, but for some reason those are the ones they inherited.
In the first picture you see Parker and Chad, who no matter what they try in the athletic field, they accomplish it and are pretty good at whatever it is.
Chad getting on the skateboard, which he hasn't been on in years, and he picks up right where he left off. Kind of not fair!
Then there is Parker. We made him lay down on it because he didn't have his pads or helmet on. But, he took off going full speed laughing the whole time.
Lexie, didn't want to be left out, got right on the skateboard and was pushing herself around and around.
Then, you have me and Tanner. We are one in the same when it comes to our coordination skills. Which means, that we have none. When you can trip going up stairs, and then continue to slide all the way back down, you might be lacking in your ability to even stand upright sometimes. Yes, I in fact tripped this past week while my children looked on laughing!
Tanner, who was so excited to be on his scooter on flat terrain. We live on a hill so we had to take them to the church parking lot so they wouldn't decide to see how fast they could make it down the hill.
Maybe 2 minutes later he had already fallen off his scooter and scraped up his whole arm. Tanner should probably be the poster child for why you wear helmets.
So after that he decided he was done with the scooter and he was going to try the skateboard. But as you can see, he is headed straight for Lexie's bike completely unaware that there is going to be a crash in his near future!
After his crash with the bike, he decided his safest bet would be to get on the little bike, because even if he fell, the damage would be minimal. I'm so sorry Tan that you had to inherit this. But hey, at least you also inherited my looks!! HE HE
In the first picture you see Parker and Chad, who no matter what they try in the athletic field, they accomplish it and are pretty good at whatever it is.
Chad getting on the skateboard, which he hasn't been on in years, and he picks up right where he left off. Kind of not fair!
Then there is Parker. We made him lay down on it because he didn't have his pads or helmet on. But, he took off going full speed laughing the whole time.
Lexie, didn't want to be left out, got right on the skateboard and was pushing herself around and around.
Then, you have me and Tanner. We are one in the same when it comes to our coordination skills. Which means, that we have none. When you can trip going up stairs, and then continue to slide all the way back down, you might be lacking in your ability to even stand upright sometimes. Yes, I in fact tripped this past week while my children looked on laughing!
Tanner, who was so excited to be on his scooter on flat terrain. We live on a hill so we had to take them to the church parking lot so they wouldn't decide to see how fast they could make it down the hill.
Maybe 2 minutes later he had already fallen off his scooter and scraped up his whole arm. Tanner should probably be the poster child for why you wear helmets.
So after that he decided he was done with the scooter and he was going to try the skateboard. But as you can see, he is headed straight for Lexie's bike completely unaware that there is going to be a crash in his near future!
After his crash with the bike, he decided his safest bet would be to get on the little bike, because even if he fell, the damage would be minimal. I'm so sorry Tan that you had to inherit this. But hey, at least you also inherited my looks!! HE HE
Thursday, October 16, 2008
7 Years old
I am officially old! Parker's birthday was this week, and all I keep thinking is that I have a seven year old! Where did all the time go? I love Parker's birthday's because it reminds me of how lucky I am to have him. We had a hard time getting him here seven years ago, and I thought that after carrying him for nine months I would never get to hold him, and he would never get to meet me. Now, I have a very lovable, sensitive, sarcastic, gross little boy that I wouldn't trade for the world. HAPPY BIRTHDAY PARKER!!!
Pk with his balloons he got in the morning, since he had school that day
His cake. Yes, that is a soccer ball, not a spotted cow!
With his new coat. My brother wouldn't come over unless we watched the debate, so in all the pictures, the TV is in the background. At least we will remember what was going on that year.
His new skateboard! Keep watching for when I tell you about all the broken bones he has because of this thing
The finale! He had a great day, I think. He is now 7 so he can't show too much excitement, it's not cool!
Pk with his balloons he got in the morning, since he had school that day
His cake. Yes, that is a soccer ball, not a spotted cow!
With his new coat. My brother wouldn't come over unless we watched the debate, so in all the pictures, the TV is in the background. At least we will remember what was going on that year.
His new skateboard! Keep watching for when I tell you about all the broken bones he has because of this thing
The finale! He had a great day, I think. He is now 7 so he can't show too much excitement, it's not cool!Thursday, October 9, 2008
Stay at Home Mom's RULE
I've had a really eye opening experience the last two days. I went to my night class, where they started talking about stay at home mom's. They said that if I lived outside of Utah, I would be looked at as weird. I raised my hand and replied, "I don't think I would be considered weird. I would think they would say that I was Lucky."
Then today I went to my afternoon class. Don't remember how we got on the subject, (Don't think I was paying attention), but all I heard was someone say that all that stay at home mom's do is sit on their butt and make brownies for their kids, and bug their kids teacher's because they are bored and have nothing better to do! What the crap!!! This, coming from some punk eighteen year old boy, yes I did say boy, who has probably never experienced anything in his life. And how would he know what they do all day?
So, I say that we ROCK! Who else would want to deal with tantrums, and yelling, and the chocolate stains on their shirts! (But, in all fairness the chocolate stains are from me, not my children)!! We do laundry, and cook, and clean, and yes sometimes I even talk to my childrens teacher's! It's out of love, not boredom. And I wish that I could sit around all day being bored and eating brownies! But if I did that then I would have to share the brownies with my children, which I don't intend on doing. My point is, whether you work or stay at home people need to stop having misconceptions about both!
And while we are at it, does anyone have a really good brownie recipe? HA HA!!
Then today I went to my afternoon class. Don't remember how we got on the subject, (Don't think I was paying attention), but all I heard was someone say that all that stay at home mom's do is sit on their butt and make brownies for their kids, and bug their kids teacher's because they are bored and have nothing better to do! What the crap!!! This, coming from some punk eighteen year old boy, yes I did say boy, who has probably never experienced anything in his life. And how would he know what they do all day?
So, I say that we ROCK! Who else would want to deal with tantrums, and yelling, and the chocolate stains on their shirts! (But, in all fairness the chocolate stains are from me, not my children)!! We do laundry, and cook, and clean, and yes sometimes I even talk to my childrens teacher's! It's out of love, not boredom. And I wish that I could sit around all day being bored and eating brownies! But if I did that then I would have to share the brownies with my children, which I don't intend on doing. My point is, whether you work or stay at home people need to stop having misconceptions about both!
And while we are at it, does anyone have a really good brownie recipe? HA HA!!
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
My Mischevious Lexie
When I found out that I was having a girl, I was excited, but I also didn't believe it. I told everyone that we were not one hundred percent sure until she came out and we saw for ourselves. I was so happy to have a sweet little angel, to love, and cuddle, and who would do no wrong!
WRONG! You know when they say that you will get payback when you have your own kids? I didn't do anything wrong as a child to have payback! I have had bronchitis and she took full advantage of her mom being down. I was writing a paper and as I was about to push save, she turns of the whole computer. Paper lost! She took a pen and wrote and Grandma's couches, sorry Grandma! She hit her brother, took books off their bookshelf, ripped a book all with this smile on her face. So I ask you, how do you get mad at this?
Payback, huh? Must be her dad's fault!
WRONG! You know when they say that you will get payback when you have your own kids? I didn't do anything wrong as a child to have payback! I have had bronchitis and she took full advantage of her mom being down. I was writing a paper and as I was about to push save, she turns of the whole computer. Paper lost! She took a pen and wrote and Grandma's couches, sorry Grandma! She hit her brother, took books off their bookshelf, ripped a book all with this smile on her face. So I ask you, how do you get mad at this? 
Payback, huh? Must be her dad's fault!Wednesday, October 1, 2008
Anger
So me and my sister were talking on the phone one day, both complaining about how onery we were getting around a certain time of the month. We both said it was getting worse the older we got. Then on that same day I was cleaning out my e-mail, and happened to come across this one that my mom had sent me awhile back. I think it fits perfect and also made me laugh, and brightened up my day just a little!
Subject: Always...This is an actual letter from an Austin woman sent to American company Proctor and Gamble regarding their feminine products. She really gets rolling after the first paragraph. It's PC Magazine's 2007 editors' choice for best webmail-award-winning letter.
Dear Mr. Thatcher,I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from the curse'? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.' Isn't the human body amazing?As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy!
The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'Are you f------ kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong', or are you just picking on us?Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullshit. And that's a promise I will keep.
Always.Best,Wendi AaronsAustin , TX
Subject: Always...This is an actual letter from an Austin woman sent to American company Proctor and Gamble regarding their feminine products. She really gets rolling after the first paragraph. It's PC Magazine's 2007 editors' choice for best webmail-award-winning letter.
Dear Mr. Thatcher,I have been a loyal user of your 'Always' maxi pads for over 20 years and I appreciate many of their features. Why, without the LeakGuard Core or Dri-Weave absorbency, I'd probably never go horseback riding or salsa dancing, and I'd certainly steer clear of running up and down the beach in tight, white shorts. But my favorite feature has to be your revolutionary Flexi-Wings. Kudos on being the only company smart enough to realize how crucial it is that maxi pads be aerodynamic. I can't tell you how safe and secure I feel each month knowing there's a little F-16 in my pants.
Have you ever had a menstrual period, Mr. Thatcher? Ever suffered from the curse'? I'm guessing you haven't. Well, my time of the month is starting right now. As I type, I can already feel hormonal forces violently surging through my body. Just a few minutes from now, my body will adjust and I'll be transformed into what my husband likes to call 'an inbred hillbilly with knife skills.' Isn't the human body amazing?As Brand Manager in the Feminine-Hygiene Division, you've no doubt seen quite a bit of research on what exactly happens during your customer's monthly visits from 'Aunt Flo'. Therefore, you must know about the bloating, puffiness, and cramping we endure, and about our intense mood swings, crying jags, and out-of-control behavior. You surely realize it's a tough time for most women. In fact, only last week, my friend Jennifer fought the violent urge to shove her boyfriend's testicles into a George Foreman Grill just because he told her he thought Grey's Anatomy was written by drunken chimps. Crazy!
The point is, sir, you of all people must realize that America is just crawling with homicidal maniacs in Capri pants... Which brings me to the reason for my letter. Last month, while in the throes of cramping so painful I wanted to reach inside my body and yank out my uterus, I opened an Always maxi-pad, and there, printed on the adhesive backing, were these words: 'Have a Happy Period.'Are you f------ kidding me? What I mean is, does any part of your tiny middle-manager brain really think happiness - actual smiling, laughing happiness, is possible during a menstrual period? Did anything mentioned above sound the least bit pleasurable? Well, did it, James? FYI, unless you're some kind of sick S&M freak, there will never be anything 'happy' about a day in which you have to jack yourself up on Motrin and Kahlua and lock yourself in your house just so you don't march down to the local Walgreen's armed with a hunting rifle and a sketchy plan to end your life in a blaze of glory.For the love of God, pull your head out, man! If you have to slap a moronic message on a maxi pad, wouldn't it make more sense to say something that's actually pertinent, like 'Put down the Hammer' or 'Vehicular Manslaughter is Wrong', or are you just picking on us?Sir, please inform your Accounting Department that, effective immediately, there will be an $8 drop in monthly profits, for I have chosen to take my maxi-pad business elsewhere. And though I will certainly miss your Flex-Wings, I will not for one minute miss your brand of condescending bullshit. And that's a promise I will keep.
Always.Best,Wendi AaronsAustin , TX
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