Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Let the Creativity Flow
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Don't Open that Door!!
I will start by sharing my FAVORITE part of the movie "Cheaper by the Dozen." You know when they are just pulling up to their new house and the front of their car is COVERED with fast food wrappers? Well just picture that ALL OVER MY VAN. It doesn't matter how hard I try, my car is always a wreck. I can understand when it is right after a road trip and the car is messy, but when you pick up your kids from some one's house, and their kids follow you out to the car, and when you open the door and their kids say "WOW! What happened to your CAR!?!?" That is when you know you have a problem.
It is not just garbage, it is shoes, toys, diapers (CLEAN diapers ONLY, dirty diapers make the car smell to fast....not that I know that from experience or anything...), or mail that I picked up, but never opened or brought in. It does come in handy sometimes. In fact I don't even try to make Nathan put shoes on before we leave the house because there are always shoes in the car (occasionally there are only Kaylee's shoes in the car, but don't worry, Nathan doesn't mind wearing them)
I have tried threatening my kids "bring EVERYTHING in the house or ELSE!" ("else" just doesn't carry the weight it used to) but they still leaving stuff in the car claiming "I didn't know you wanted me to bring in my shoes too" or "but I was going to play with/read that next time I was in the car"
Here are some of the dilemmas that I have to deal with that are associated with this problem. I dutifully drop my kids off to school on time every day. But sometimes when they hop out of the car 2-3 things fall out with them. I try to catch their attention..."Hey!! wait, 'stuff" fell out of the car", but they are running to class (not because they were almost late.....because they LIKE to go to school. So now I am stuck. My van door is open and the whole world can see into the abyss of the van and now the wind is picking up and more stiff is flying out, but I CAN'T get out...I am not dressed properly (OK, I am most likely still in my pj's). So what do I do?? I have tried to get Nathan to learn to unbuckle himself so that he can hop out and pick up our rouge garbage, but to no avail. I usually hope no one is looking (or laughing) and pick it up.
The other major problem comes at church. We are usually there with plenty of time to spare before the meeting starts (at least 30 seconds) and what luck....there is a spot up front! But NO we cant park there, then everyone will see into the van, what a mess it is, and when church is over they will see me put my kids in the car so they will know whose van it is. So don't take that spot, no...lets park back in that corner and run. I have even gone as far as to load all of my kids into the van on the wrong side and make them climb over the seats so that people on the other side can't see in.
For those of you whose cars are always clean...I have NO idea how you do it. Don't you ever have to carry in sleeping kids, and if so do you really go back out and bring in all the stuff after that? I am pretty sure the best solution is to buy a new van, one with NO windows and only one door....on the roof, where nothing will fall out. (I guess I could clean it out more often.....)
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Picture, Picture, Who Has a Picture?
Monday, October 6, 2008
General Conference Inspiration

Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Spelling
Another rant about spell check is the word OK, I know it is supposed to be spelled with a capital O and a capitol K, but when it is at the beginning of a sentence, I like the way it looks as Ok, or sometimes even ok and for some reason it erks my to have it come up on spell check when I type it that way. Especially when the whole OK thing might have come about due to a misspelled word in the first place (Oll Korrect in stead of All Correct), but could have also come from TONS of other places like the Greek phrase Ola Kala (Ὅλα Καλά, ΟΚ), "everything is fine". (Wikipedia is awesome!)
One last thing....Why is Walmart not in the dictionary...it totally should be.
First Tag Ever
I was tagged by my sister Charlotte with the following rules:
1. I shrink everything. It its sad but when I buy a new shirt I think to myself "I will NOT shrink this!" but then when laundry time comes I COMPLETELY forget and throw the dumb thing in the dryer! I have learned to buy things a little big so that when it shrinks it will fit just right.
2. When I was younger (like in my early twenties) I would rearrange my furniture about once a month. I was constantly changing things around. I don't do this any more, in fact most of my furniture is in the same place we put it the day we moved in. I think it is because now in order to give any particular room a "new" look, I just clean it.
3. I am terrible at standardized tests. I was pretty smart in high school, honor roll, AP classes stuff like that, but when it came time for a standardized test (SAT) I could not compete. I barely got a high enough score to even apply to BYU and Ricks (I did get accepted to both by the way...and I will not feel bad about bragging about it because I lost so many brain cells with all my pregnancies that I am way below average now) So I HATE the idea of the WASL and plan to do my part to veto it when I get a chance.
4. I hate my forehead...enough said.
5. I did not pluck my eyebrows until I was married for about 5 years. And BOY did I need to. When I was growing up I had NO idea that people really plucked eyebrows. No one ever said hey you should try this...no one that is until my little sister grew up and spilled the beans. I am a diligent plucker now (not as diligent as I should be, but I will never go back to my "bushy" days of the 90's) I thought about posting a picture from back in the day, but that was before digital pictures and it is just not worth the effort, you will have to come to my house to see it.
6. I love fried eggs with the whites all the way cooked but the yoke still runny, but for the life of my I can't cook them that way. I try, but always either break the yoke, or let it cook to long in the fear that the whites are not cooked through yet. My dad makes GREAT eggs and I look forward to his visits so that he can cook me a nice over-medium egg. (Bryan does pretty good to, he manages to cook it better than me most of the time.
7. I LOVE the spacing issues on blogger. I know most of you hate them, but I find it a fun challenge to figure out how my post is going to look when blogger changes it all when I hit the post button. Ok this is not true, I hate it like the rest of you, but I could not come up with any more facts about myself so I thought I would throw this in.
Um...as I went back to proof read my post I realized that I kind of only put down negative things about myself like: I shrink things, my house is a mess, I stink at tests, I hate my forehead, I have naturally awful eyebrows, I am a terrible cook, and I hate the spacing on blogger. I will have to try this tag again and only do nice things about myself ( I am a pretty good person after all...?)
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Last Chance Workout?
Well, I never said we used it to exercise with! It actually makes a GREAT end table.