Remember when...

Remember when I couldn't sleep on Christmas Eve?

Remember when I was 13 and painted my nails every night?

Remember when I took a shower and then a bath in the morning? Ooooh I love hot water.

Remember when I used to listen to the radio in my room on my parent's old stereo with brown speakers?

Remember when I used to eat an apple and Hostess apple pie for lunch everyday?

Remember my bright turquoise mini skirt?

Remember when I convinced Scott B. that I was a skateboarder?

Remember when I used to have a Butter Flavor Crisco monologue?

Remember when Unsolved Mysteries was like the scariest TV show?

Remember when I picked up Meri walking home from high school and was sure that people thought she was my daughter?

Remember when Mini Mart was new?

Remember when I thought that I looked really good in the color peach?

Remember when I wanted a Trapper Keeper so badly that I had dreams about it?

Remember going to Skate City? I still love roller skating. Anyone want to go?

Remember when we always ran into someone we knew at Albertsons?

Remember the Lead Bullet and DTV?

Remember K-Mart models?

Remember when Mom and Dad had a social life that was way more active and exciting than mine?

Remember my pot belly pig?

Remember playing croquet?

Remember jumping on the trampoline for hours on end?

Remember when Mel and I limped past the construction site so the construction workers wouldn't whistle at us?

What do you remember?

Not Much to Blog About

Seriously. I can never think of anything to say. Sure, when I'm in the Gap trying on jeans standing there in my t-shirt, garment bottoms and black socks I'm thinking, "is this what it has come to? Is there anything more unflattering than this?". That is a blog idea. Or what about when I'm cleaning up poop, vomit, vomit and more vomit and I'm thinking, "for real? Isn't there anyone else to do this?" That's a blog idea. How about this, when I take Sophia and Penn to the pool at the rec center (they are my fish) and I'm thinking, "swimming suits are so weird. No other time would I consider walking around in public with so little clothing. Why is this okay?". That is a blog idea.

But alas, they are only fleeting thoughts....

Then there are more serious topics. Darfur. I watched a show on this the other night (until 2AM) and it is still so amazing that more was not done to stop the pure evil that happened and is happening there. How can human beings be so evil? What about the mom of that 5-year old girl who was killed in North Carolina who alledgedly sold her into prostitution? I cannot fathom any of that. What would I do if my face was literally ripped off by a chimpanzee? Would I have the strength to go on?

I guess the moral of this blog is that my most of my thoughts are very shallow when compared to the anguish that some people go through on a daily basis. I didn't start this to be "Debbie Downer" but maybe it helped to put things

in perspective!

Here is something to lighten the mood (don't worry I won't ever post poop or vomit pictures, or pictures of me in my garment bottoms!!). Also, you have probably seen (and maybe are sick of) this video but it cracks me up every time.

Winter Poem

Here is Sophia's Winter Poem that she wrote this afternoon.

Snow falls on the ground

No sunshine in the winter

Oh no what happened to the sunshine

Winter snow is so cold and white

So bright

What is Real?

A real picture of me!

I can't tell these days. Facebook and blogs are fun because you get to catch up with all kinds of people. People from different friendship "pools". Close friends, family members, distant friends, people you know from high school, college friends, ward friends, parents of your kids' friends, your parents' friends, people you may not even know, etc. You get the point. So what do I usually post? Usually pretty neutral status updates, good pictures, generic comments. I wouldn't want to reveal too much, right? We all get to choose how we present ourselves to the FB and blog world. I admit I often take pictures just so I can post them on Facebook or on my nearly non-existent blog.

The other day I was wondering what would happen if I was totally honest with my status or comments to other people's statuses (is that a word?) You know what I mean. What if you were totally honest? What if you typed what you were actually thinking all of the time? Of course society would fall apart. People at work think I am upbeat all of the time. If they only knew. Actually I am pretty upbeat most of the time but I have my moments. I had some yesterday.

I felt sad and left out from a 3rd grade boys basketball situation. Sounds silly but I was feeling sorry for myself (and Quinton even though he is clueless about the whole situation). Then I started thinking about feeling like this before. I must insert here that I know I have nothing to complain about. We are very fortunate and blessed. Our kids have relatively few problems (besides Penn's throwing and throwing up issues!) But back to the feeling sorry for myself... I started thinking about how we have only been "BOO'd" once since we moved in. My kids see the signs on the doors in the neighborhood stating that that house has been officially "BOO'd" and remember when we were "BOO'd" and never say what I am thinking, "why doesn't anyone BOO us?". Then I think about how I never went to any high school or college formals. No one ever asked. At the time it was mostly no big deal but a little bit of a bummer. Then there was the Libery Belle try-out disasters. I was also rarely asked out on dates. No big deal now, right? Thank goodness I had a thick skin and some confidence. Then I think about how I don't have many close friends outside of work, family, and friends from college and growing up. I must not be very good at making new friends. I know I am not. It is my own fault. I put up a wall. I don't chat much with the other moms at the bus stop. I don't go on walks with them. We don't hang out with many other couples other than Brady's friends from growing up. Don't worry, today was a new day and to be honest it is hard to conjure those feelings to even write this. I am over it.

So there is my honesty rant. I wish sometimes other people were more honest. I wish I was more honest too (to a point). It is hard to write from the heart when you are worried about who is reading what and who may be offended or think less of you. I need to realize that people aren't perfect and what they (and I) project to the world is not always 100% to be believed.

Don't get me started on reality TV either. I am totally into Super Nanny and Clean House and you know my opinions of Jon & Kate and the Duggars. But can we trust what we see?

Man, what is my problem? I promise next time I will post about all the fun the kids and I have and how organized and creative I am! Well not totally but I promise no more boo hoo....

Disclaimer: Most of you reading this are pretty honest so don't take offense. I mean Lysa posted pictures of her house in a state of disarray (subjective). I am not that brave! Way to go Lysa! You have always told it like it is (unlike me).

Boring Blog Update

The kids hanging out at the bar (which is really just he half wall room divider) chilling out eating frozen lemonade.

Is that what my Blog turned into? Me updating people on fund raising? B O R I N G ! ! By the way, I did spend $90 on frozen cookies so my kids could at least get the lowest prize. Lame, I know.

Quinton starts Running Club this morning. I am proud of him and hopes he likes it. Sophia wanted to do it too but you have to at least be a 3rd grader. I guess I am living vicariously through my kids to a point. I wish I had participated more in school activities and sports.

Speaking of running. I finally got my little running computer up and going. It is really complicated. There is a heart rate monitor that you wear around your chest, a foot pod which goes on your shoe and a wrist computer which looks like a watch. I had to go run on the treadmill at the rec center to calibrate the footpod. I don'tknow if I have ever calibrated anything before. Now I have to figure out what I am keeping track of in the first place. I just want to know how far I am going. Maybe driving the route with the car is easier.

Anyway, I have lots to do this morning so I better go...

Penn now knows that he gets a bath in the sink if he throws up in the kitchen. Nice face!

4th Week of School. I am trying to take a picture each week to see how fast they change!

The Fundraising Update

So, I finally emailed the fundraising coordinator at our school. Depending on how much our school sells we get 40%-50% of the $15/cookie order. Not as bad as I thought-still a rip off if you ask me. Tomorrow the orders are due and my kids will each have one order (from us). Bummer. Quinton's best friend actually sold 15 so I guess he gets to go on the limo ride. I will have to ask him mom about who bought all the cookies! Anyway, the coordinator said she wasn't there for the assembly and that her kids also came hope pumped up for the limo ride but alas they won't get to go either. Hmmm. That's it, no fight, no call to the news, no limo ride!

Let Me Eat Cake!

So I finally bought one of those chocolate bundt cakes from Costco about 10 days ago for Brady's Mom's birthday. I had always wanted to get one but really couldn't justify just buying a cake. It was really really good. So, yesterday I was at Costco buying Penn's weekly supply of Silk and what the heck, I got a chocolate cake too.

Well, last night Brady informed me that he was making a rule about chocolate cake from Costco. It is okay to get it for an occasion but not just because we want cake. Hmmm. This coming from the man who made us drive all around Grand Junction looking for a certain flavor of Ben and Jerry's ice cream for his nightly fix (he is over it now by the way).

Brady is not really into treats like I am. That is probably a good thing. When I was pregnant with Penn I would get hungry at night in bed. He would say, "just go to sleep, it will be better". Well, I only gained 15 pounds with Penn so I guess that was good advice.

Also, I will probably get over the cake with this go round and not feel the need to get it again....I better go see if I still like it!

Penn liked it too and it didn't even make him throw up even

though it contains whey. Yeah!