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Everyone who knows me well knows that my dear sweet hubby and my wonderful children have my heart, and always will. It’s moments like this that I completely melt. How did I get so lucky?
Ash thinks this photo makes him look chubby so next time you see him make sure and tell him how slim he looks. He’ll love it.
So I have a theory, a theory I have been contemplating for a while. I tend to need an explanation for why everything is the way it is. In my OCD need for understanding I tend to come up with a lot of theories (most of them probably complete crap, I admit it).
My newest theory is that it is genetically impossible for little boys to aim properly. I truly am coming to the belief that its part of their DNA to completely loose all sense of direction while urinating. What other explanation can there be for the places that I find urine in the bathroom?
Last night while explaining my theory to my wonderful husband he knobbly tried to defend his two young sons by explaining to me that “it’s not as easy as it looks.” Really? That’s your story and your sticking to it, really?
So lets give them the benefit of the doubt that it really is more difficult than it looks that doesn’t explain me finding urine on the door opposite the toilet. I mean seriously HOW DO THEY MANAGE THAT ONE?
So tell me what interesting theories about life do you have, I would love to hear them (it helps me feel a little less crazy).
Yesterday was Ash Wednesday. We know that because my husbands name is Ash and everyone wishes him a happy Ash Wednesday. They think its hilarious.
Ash Wednesday is the beginning of Lent. Last year I decided to give something up for Lent, I was so successful I have decided to give it another try.
I have thought long and hard about what to give up this year. I decided I would like to give up the extra 10lbs I am caring around, but something tells me that’s not how this works. So plan B) give up something that is causing the extra 10lbs. Last year it was soda, particularly caffeinated soda. It worked out wonderfully and I can now honestly say I don’t need soda in my life.
Unfortunately the only other thing I can think to give up is sugar, and I am really not excited about that prospect. Sugar isn’t a huge problem for me, but I can’t think of anything else and I do really enjoy something sweet now and then.
So I guess sugar it is, wish me luck.
The kids came home on Friday with all their Valentine’ s goodies. All I have to say is there are a lot of over achievers out there. I can’t imagine how much time it took to make some of the Valentine’s my kids came home with. One of the mother’s I know has 9 other kids! Where does she find the time?
I admit that I usually help my kids make their Valentine’s, but not this year. They begged and pleaded for the cool store bought generic ones and well I gave in. It was cheap, fast, and easy I love it.
Ash had a 3 day weekend that he turned into a 4 day weekend using some vacation time. We decided to spend the weekend with the kids having fun. Some much needed and long overdue family bonding time. So on Valentine’s day we headed to Salt Lake for the Monster truck rally because we are white trash fun like that. For Ash something like this is a novelty, for me it’s just like every other white trash event my dad ever took me to as a kid. I tried to get out of it, but it was no use.
The up side is the kids loved it.
Giving up mine and Ash’s Valentine’s weekend was totally worth it, but I still think Ash owes me a hot Valentine’s date. I’ll let him make it up to me this weekend.
I think that 2008 was a hard year for many. Can we collectively decide to put 2008 on a shelf and forget it ever happened? For me 2007 is already on the denial shelf, and 2008 will be joining it.
Now in all fairness 2008 wasn’t all bad, some really great things happened. I guess 2008 just had really high highs and very low lows. Lets just focus on the positive shall we?
My wonderful mother-in-law won her battle with cancer and is enjoying renewed health and happiness. Miracles happen and prayers are answered. With her new found health they decided to embark on an adventure of a life time and accepted a call to serve a two year mission. Not only is this great for them, but it is such an awesome example for my kids especially my boys.
Ash got a new job, and is loving every minute of it. I have never seen him this happy and fulfilled. He works with great people and looks forward to going to work everyday. More importantly he is finally getting the recognition for being the genius that I always knew he was. He is enjoying the success he deserves.
The kids and I had an awesome carefree summer and hated to see it end. We played and had lots of fun adventures. We enjoyed visits from cousins and explored fun places in Utah.
In September our baby started kindergarten and this was very bitter sweet. For me more bitter than sweet. Cole is loving every minute of it, but sometimes thinks he should get to choose which days he goes and what days he stays home and hangs out with mom. He doesn’t quit get the idea that school isn’t a choice.
Ash in his wisdom knew that I wouldn’t handle this as well as I thought I would and encouraged me to pick up an old hobby I had long forgotten about. So for my birthday I got a new camera and have been filling my time with picture taking.
The very best thing about 2008 is the family time we have spent together. We as a family are better than we have ever been. We have really learned this year how wonderful our friends are and are grateful for everyone of you. We really have the greatest family and friends and are truly blessed, and that is what I am going to take away from 2008. The rest… good riddance!
Most photographers would agree that taking pictures of your own family is the hardest. Photographers children tend to do one of three things A) Act like complete super models, B) completely clam up, flop to the ground in the fetal position or C) make the most obnoxious goofy faces.
Sadie and Dallin tend to fall in the super model category and poor Cole rotates between the fetal position and goofy faces. Needless to say getting decent family pictures for our Christmas cards is no small feat.
We ventured up the canyon this weekend to enjoy the beautiful fall colors and attempt some decent shots of the kids. As soon as we got up there I realized that it was much MUCH colder than I thought it was going to be so we had to make it really quick.
Considering all the obstacles I think they turned out pretty decent.
And one really goofy one just for the fun of it.
Then just for fun a goofy one.
I’m off the hear my hubby speak at Wordpress’s WordCamp. He’ll be speaking on his specialty SEO.
Intelligence is really sexy on him!
Dear Prince Charming
This morning while snuggled up in our bed I wished to myself then outloud that we could just stay like that all day. I was inturupted by the sound of the alarm demanding that the day begin. I sent you on your way this morning breakfast in hand, and children in tow, wishing that we could spend the whole day together.
That reminds me I love that you get up 30 minutes before you need to so I can stay home while you take the kids to school.
I love that you open the window at night when it’s raining because you know how much I love to listen to the rain.
I love that you know just what I need even when sometimes I don’t even know myself.
I love the cute look on your face when you are suprising me with something, and you just can’t wait another second to tell me.
I love that you feel it is just as important as I do that I spend these years while the kids are young at home with them, and that you work so hard to make that happen.
I love that you encourage me and sometimes push me to go after my dreams. I need a little nudge every once and awhile.
But most of all I just love you
Happy 14th anniversary baby! It just keeps getting better!
It’s finally happened. I tried to pretend it wasn’t happening. I thought that if I ignored it long enough it would just go away, but it didn’t and now I have to admit it…
I’m sick.
This never NEVER happens. The up side is my sweet darling hubby is taking very good care of me. He is spoiling me with juice and medicine and plenty of sleep. If he keeps this up I may just decide to be sick forever.
Dear honey
A few days ago you called me on your way home from work; did I ever tell you that your daily call on your commute home is one of my favorite times of the day? You call and fill me in on all the goings on of your day, and I tell you all the fun and cute (and occasionally the naughty) things your children did while you were away.
After discussing our adventures for the day you nicely suggested that when you got home you could take the kids off my hands so that I could take a nice bath and indulge in my newest good read. You had me at “I’ll take the kids”. How did you know that I had had one of “those” days? This is another one of the many reasons why I love you, you get me.
Love your adoring wife
PS Only 8 more days until our anniversary, I can’t wait!
So in an earlier post I eluded to the fact that hubby will be getting a new job. I have been really excited about this turn of events. Yes it is stressful, but exciting to. The idea of finally having health insurance is almost overwhelming.
In all my excitement I overlooked the fact that this will mean that hubby will have to get up and go to work everyday. This may not seem like such a big deal to most of you, but he has worked from home for 10 1/2 years. He will now have to join the masses in commuting to a “real” job.
My 2 youngest have no concept of what most dads do. They don’t understand that not all dads are home all day everyday. My oldest was only 3 when hubby started working from home.
I thought that I would be excited to have the house and my time all to myself, but now that it is upon us I’m not. I feel a great sense of loss. In some ways I feel like I am loosing my best friend. I am so used to having him home to talk to all the time. I feel a loss for myself and for my kids. I think all kids should get to have there dads around all the time. I know this isn’t the norm, but it has been our reality for most of our marriage and almost all of my kids lives.
I still feel this is going to be great, but I can’t help feel a little sad.
OK so I have a confession to make. When I as in high school I was one of those band geeks. I started playing the flute in 5th grade and ended up playing for 7 years.
When I first started I loved it, and I have to admit I was pretty good. I was never the best, but I was always in the top 3 in my class. My mom sprung for private lessons, and I improved even more.
I started competing at music festivals and loved it. I loved hearing the judges tell me what I did well and what I could work on. For a child who was lacking in coordination finally I found something that I was good at, I mean really good at and it felt great.
When high school rolled around I suddenly became painfully aware of how uncool band was and my desire to continue playing came to a screeching halt. My social life soared and my grades dropped. I needed to keep my grades up to not only keep my parents off my back but to keep my GPA within a reasonable range. So back to band I went.
Band was easy if you showed up you got an A, and I really needed that A. Then came out of town trips, and I was convinced that band was the coolest thing ever (as long as my friends didn’t find out I was in band).
Our first trip was to Canada, and never being out of Washington that I could remember I was excited. Not only was this going to be a trip out of town, no parents, but we also had a curfew of 4 am can you believe it. Who thought that giving a bunch of 16 year olds the chance to run around a town they didn’t know anything about until 4 in the morning was a good idea?
We slept at a local high school camped out (co-ed) on the gym floor. We watched movies, ordered pizza, and went shopping at the local mall. Shopping in Canada rocks! No taxes, and everything was so much cheaper.
So what would you do with no parents, out of town, with friends and a 4 am curfew? I know what I would do, invite my boyfriend to drive up and stay with us. Of course being the loving boyfriend that he was he agreed. He made the 3 hour drive and picked me and some friends up. Great boyfriend huh? Yeah I thought so to that’s why I married him.
* I wrote this almost 2 weeks ago, but held onto in because I wasn’t ready to share with the world.
A bad day would be an understatement! Today my dad went in for open heart surgery. He is actually under the knife as I type this. This came as a surprise. Yes he does have a family history of heart problems but he is only in his 50’s. The surgeon will be replacing 5 out of his 6 arteries.
Just for fun to make this day even worse my husband lost a major contract. He works with a family business and it was his brother who told him “his services were no longer required”. He gave us no notice, and I don’t even know if we are getting a paycheck tomorrow (even though he did work those 2 weeks). Oh and by the way he did it through email, can you believe that?
Then to top it all off I have to go and put a smile on my face and teach Enrichment Night tonight.
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Mmmmkay well, I’m back, an no I didn’t fall off the face of the earth (although that did sound like a good option). Life just got busy, so I checked out for a while.
I had fun catching up on everyone else’s blogs and reading a few books that I have been trying to get to and I’m now ready to join the rest of the world again.
I woke up this morning to beautiful blue skies (still to chilly for my liking) and I’m hopeful that this will be a new trend. Winter is killing me!
Hubby and I still need to get over to the old house and finish cleaning it out to get it ready to rent. This requires a run to the dump, but seriously it is FREEZING outside. The last thing I want to do is haul junk out to a trailer in the wind and snow. So my choice is procrastination, and so far it is working for me.
Tomorrow is suppose to be even better weather, so I’m running out of excuses.
A few weeks ago while packing boxes hubby leaned over and said “how about leaving all this and running off the Vegas for the weekend.” , and that’s what we did. We went and stayed at MGM, ate yummy food, did a lot of shopping, and went to see “O”. We left the kids home with my sister, and it was so worth it.
It was fun, and much needed. I came home feeling ready to get back to work on the house, but then the weather started to really suck so that didn’t happen.
So tell me what do you do to get through a never ending winter?
I have been MIA for a while due to a horrible move (more on that later). I have been without Internet for a week, and to stressed to share whats been going on.
Thank you to Dev for tagging me and giving me something to blog about.
HOW OLD IS ASH: 32! (nine months older to the day)
WHO EATS MORE: Ash (I’m dieting)
WHO SAID “I LOVE YOU’ FIRST: hmmm. that was so long ago… I don’t remember.
WHO IS TALLER: Ash is at least a whole head taller.
WHO SINGS BETTER: Ash hands down, No question. I think I’m probably tone deaf.
WHO IS SMARTER: Ash, but I’m pretty street smart.
WHO DOES THE LAUNDRY: ME
WHO DOES THE DISHES: Me
WHO SLEEPS ON THE RIGHT SIDE OF THE BED: Ash, I sleep on the side closer to the kids.
WHO PAYS THE BILLS: Ash does, but I used to. We seem to take turns every few years.
WHO MOWS THE LAWN: The lawn people, but Ash did before we lived in a neighborhood that did it for you.
WHO COOKS DINNER: that would be me.
WHO IS MORE STUBBORN: I would say Ash, but I’m sure he would say me.
WHO KISSED WHO FIRST: He would say that I did on the first date.
WHO ASKED WHO OUT FIRST: We met on a blind date, but then he asked me out the next week (and the rest is history).
WHO PROPOSED: Once again, he would say I did, but that is not how I remember it.
WHO IS MORE SENSITIVE: I’m not sure, I guess it depends on what topic.
WHO HAS MORE FRIENDS: we really have the same friends…
WHO HAS MORE SIBLIINGS: Ash is one of five.
WHO WEARS THE PANTS: I do all though I like to let him think he does ;0)
WHO ARE YOU TAGGING: I don’t want anyone to feel left out, so whoever wants to play.
Check out my post at Fight the Fluffy and find out what is your Happy Weight.
