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Lent

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.

Over Achiever and other Valentine’s stuff

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?

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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.

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The up side is the kids loved it.

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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.

Resolution

Resolutions have never been a very good idea for me. Lets just be brutally honest, my brain tends to run a little on the ADHD side. Resolutions are just one more thing to fail at.

This year I feel the need for a change. After a long six month pity party I feel some drastic changes are in order.

I have decided that some specific/non-specific resolutions are the way to go (got the idea from igottab). Make sense? Not really, but I’ll try to explain.

This year I resolve to be:

  • that kind of wife
  • that kind of mother
  • that kind of friend

In short, I am going to try and be the kind of wife Ash needs me to be. The kind of mother my kids need me to be, and the kind of friend that you would want to have as a friend. I figure that any improvement in these areas will equal success.

On a more personal note, my backside has been hanging on for dear life to the last 7lbs that I need to loose.  I resolve this year to finally shed my body of the remaining excess, even if it kills me. I will try and learn how to finally eat right. I have been using Weight Watchers with much success, but I tend to manipulate the system to still eat the crap food and loose weight instead of eating healthy and loosing the weight.

So what are you working on for the new year?

Feeling Yucky

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.

Letters to my Hubby

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!

This one time, at band camp…

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.

It must be spring

It seems that all the blogosphere talk has shifted towards babies. Everywhere I turn people are talking about having a baby, being pregnant, or considering becoming pregnant. I think it’s great. I love hearing about everyone’s families.

I have a few friends who have recently announced they are expecting and I couldn’t be happier for them. I must admit I’m feeling a little left out. It is a strange feeling being 31 and having your youngest and last baby turn 5. Part of me says I’m to old to have anymore, and part of me can’t believe that I’m done. At this point the idea of starting all over is to overwhelming to think about, but the idea of the next baby in the family being my grandchild is even scarier. My daughter turned 13 this year and it seems like life is flying by way to fast. If she follows our families pattern I could be a grandmother in about 6 more years. How scary is that?

The idea that my youngest will be in kindergarten next year, and I could choose to do something for myself like go back to school is a wonderful thought. I am feeling free to pursue things I’ve always wanted to do, but is this a selfish thing? The idea of him being in kindergarten also scares me. I have wanted to be a mother for as long as I remember. My job has always been to take care of my little ones and now I feel like that is coming to an end. If I’m not just my kids mom anymore then who am I? Dad’s have it easier because they also have there career as part of there identity. I’ve been a wife and mother only, and wonder what else am I?

This may seem like a pity party, but it’s not. I really am enjoying the idea of having options for my future. I just don’t know what I want more, freedom in my day, or more babies to cuddle.

So tell me how did you know if you were done or if there were more babies meant for you?

 

Moving, Not Fun!

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.

I AM A WINNER!

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I never win ANYTHING. I just don’t have that great of luck, but today I won.

I entered a raffle for a Valentine’s gift basket that my friends MOPS group was giving away. I figured it was a charitable contribution, because there was no way I was going to win. I never win anything.

Yesterday I got a phone call that she needed to come drop my prize off, and I couldn’t believe it. Winning is fun!

The basket included:

  • Sparkling cider
  • 2 wine glasses (purple, very pretty)
  • Red Robin gift card
  • Color Me Mine gift card
  • Pecan scented candle
  • Rocky Mountain Chocolate gift basket (there was a gift basket inside the gift basket)
  • Certificate for free babysitting
  • Movie passes
  • Dale and Thomas popcorn
  • 4 marriage books
  • A Kama Sutra bath set

New Look

Due to popular demand (ok only on person asked, but whatever) here are my before and after pictures of my hair.

This is before:

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This is what my new cut is supposed to look like:

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And TaDa! This is my new look. What do you think? Really? Okay maybe not really, just lie to me if you hate it kay ;0)

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Okay my sister said that my picture sucked so she took a better one.

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P.S. No comments on my dirty kitchen.