Oh sew crafty Halloween

Ok every year I tell myself  "it would be so fun to learn to sew and make all my kids Halloween costumes"--this year I nail it--well sort of minus the sewing part, my fancy digital sewing machine from the future is still in it's box missing it's needle I broke off, but I managed to rock the glue gun and duct tape. 

My handsome little fella WON his very first costume contest for the most creative costume.  Kiora rocked her amazing warrior princess, and Kylee well at least she wasn't cold.

The Kids had their anual costume parade I dressed up as a nerd--ok I just went out in public the way I normally look in the privacy of my own home, and When I looked up it was like the paparazzi was attacking everyone's camera was pointed in my direction then I looked down and notice my little hunk stealing the show and everyone just ate it up.

We went to the school fundraiser carnival and then hit up maybe 5 houses then ate pizza and snuggled up for hot coco and a movie.  I LOVE Halloween!!!

easter party feasko

awe it's not easy being a mother to a bunch of Klutzes, let's just say you can never have enough bandages and it's a good thing I'm in the medical field. 

So we went to our ward picnic party and it was a disaster with a capital D.  Weekends are always crazy to begin with so when I got a text message to remind me of the party I squeezed it in---always a bad idea but I am the biggest crammer I HATE IT!!!! So that morning we made a huge breakfast and that took almost all morning--oh how I miss our traditional Saturday IKEA breakfast.  No cooking, quick and easy, and then the kids play in the club house while we shop around and relax it was always worth the 40 minute drive and who doesn't love IKEA.  We were late to the party so when we got there all the Easter eggs where found--Queue miny meltdown one.  After calming the poor distraught children, they started playing on the ghetto playground equipment that I wasn't to thrilled about.  I told Tim how uncomfortable I was he assured me it would be fine and they were having fun, so I tried to relax and made small talk with a couple of people when I glanced over to see my Kylee being drug around and around by those old school merry go rounds.  Her poor body was all scrapped up and bloody so I ran to the car to get the first aid kit.  We had only been there maybe 5-10 minutes.  I cleaned her up just to find out her little sister had followed in her footstep and was drug a few times before she let go to fall to the ground.  OK I was ready to go.  I got our dishes and a piece of cake to comforted my little wounded one and we carted our stuff back to the car.  We were there a total of 13 minutes.  My poor city girls aren't accustomed to homemade good ol fashion fun no matter how dangerous it may be.  We normally have so much fun at these kinds of parties, but I will definitely be skipping out on it next year if we are still living here, but I'm ready to move ASAP.  We moved down here to enjoy the slow relaxed pace of the country and life have become even more hectic.

Earned my beads for sure!

MArdi Gras!!! In case you haven't noticed I like to party--well let me rephrase that I am a very PG rated party girl, but none the less in my mind I'm a real party animal.  So just about every other day I find some reason to dress up, bake something delightfully delish, and celebrate.  So lucky for me I live in the good ol USA where holidays come in rich supply.  I kept sending what I would consider racy and flirty texts and emails to my hubby letting him know it's one of those party days teasing him that I'll get the party started he just had to bring the beads.  around noon I jumped in the shower so I could get all dolled up for Tim and take him to lunch at 1.  halfway through me singing and scrubbing Tim flings open the curtains and almost gives me a heart attack.  I was so excited to see him home I quickly jumped out so we could spend his always brief lunch break together.  I put on a jeans and a bra and quickly found us something to eat.  Tim only had about 10 minutes because he had to get to class he had rushed home because he forgot his book, but I told him the real reason was to see me he just didn't know it : ) We kissed good bye and as he was walking out the front door and I was making my way to our bedroom to finish getting ready he opened the door the UPS Guy was standing right there.  Here I was still in my bra and with cat like reflexes I ducked back behind some shelves mortified.  I could hear him asking for me by name and Tim just said he could take it and then shut the door in his face.   I'm hoping I was quick enough and Tim was tall enough so the poor guy didn't have to see my lovely show.  I defineately earned my beads this year.  UGGh I'm always making such a complete fool of my self.  Tim later texted me to tell my that ups guy looked really disappointed that he had answered the door and not me-- yep it had to be the same ups guy that is always extra friendly and waits until i come to the door, and now my husband has another reason to forever tease me about.  Oh well.  I know that won't be the end of making a total fool out of myself.  

Stupid Cupid

Love --------> > >
warning sappy hopelessly romantic mumble jumble ahead.  I LOVE LOVE LOVE valentines day.  I love the panic on all the guys faces as they struggle to find the perfect card, candy and bunch of flowers the night before.  I love all the cutezy bears, balloons, and decorations with hideous pink and red hearts all over that no one in their right mind would buy except on valentines day.  I don't care that the strawberries that were 88 cents the week prior are now $5.99 and flowers also have double in price.  I love chocolate obviously, the smell of burning candles, elaborate dates and gifts--I love everything about the day of love.   I particularly love that day because the man I adore and I'm crazy madly in love with proposed to me on that day 12ish years ago.  I don't remember every tiny detail, had I know he would have proposed that night I would have etched every waking breath into my eternal memory and labeled it best day ever, but I at least remember the gist of things.  I remember it was very very late I think around midnight and he came and snuck me out of my room and we drove down to the lake.  It was the perfect night and I remember the breathtaking view of all the stars and the full moon over a calm smooth like glass lake.  He uncovered a boat from under a tarp and set it into the water and rowed me out into the middle of the lake.  He lit candles and we had a candle lit dinner and I wish I could remember any of the most romantic and perfect words he whispered to me but not a one comes to mind and then he popped the question.  So um yeah valentines day is one of my favorite days.   

This valentines day ugh was well interesting.  I stayed up till 2 the night before getting things ready for the girls parties at school and making the perfect preparations for a rock awesome love fest.  The morning of I primped and pressed for like HOURS--yeah the older I get the much much harder it is to look somewhat decent but I managed.  I made Dr. Pepper cupcakes for everyone at Tim's office and then I drove down to his office to take him to lunch.  I swear it felt like I was driving through a mini hurricane and it was by far the most miserable day of the year.  I opened the door and the wind almost ripped it off the hinges.  I stepped out and I got cat calls left and right in a matter of minutes (my husband works right next to a college, so that's not saying much lol).  I kept getting whistled at and yelled at "yeah I'm talking about you" and so I turned around and it was B the lady Tim works with.  I smiled and said hi then walked into the office with my killer 6" red high heels.  My perfectly fwuffed hair got caught up in the tornado like wind and stuck all over my sexy shinning lips (great I spent hours just so I could look like I just step out of bed in a matter of minutes--I bet it was a riot to watch me trying to look all cute and sexy while being tossed around in the wind)  So I strutted my stuff as best as I could and kidnapped my hubby.  I wanted it to be a pleasant surprised but i guess i should have called first because he was scheduled to pick up a client at the car rental place.  Thankfully a guy offered to do it for Tim so he could go out with his beautiful wife--his words not mine.  As I dropped off  my cupcakes at B's desk she asked "why are you so pretty?"  I was tempted to say "just lucky I guess", but I don't really know her well so I said it's valentines day haven't you heard.  She told me her hubby and her don't celebrate it awe : ( i was so happy I spent over an hour making those delicious deserts from scratch so she could drown her sorrows.  She just kept saying I wish I had a wife to us lol.  When I finally pried Tim out the door he told me that I had a flat.  So he went back inside to get a jack and changed my tire in our awesome blizzard.  While at lunch he kept looking out the windows at the horrible storm {well if I'm going to be upstaged by another woman I guess mother nature is a worthy component. }  Tim was completely out of it and couldn't get his mind off of work--rats first the weather, then the tire, now a space cadet hubby.  The rest of the night didn't go as planned there was literally rain on my parade.  Tim finally got home from work and gave me a tiny heart box of  chocolate.  I guess he could see in my face that I was totally bummed out--I wish I wasn't so transparent.  So he said I was going to wait until later but it looks like you need this now and he pulled out the signature guarantied to fix everything move--yep that tiny little velvet box.  I pulled out the most beautiful necklace I knew from where he went it must have cost him an arm and leg.  let's just say from that moment on the night was perfect.   Happy V-Day!!!

Oh yeah I forgot I turned 30

I guess it's true the older you get the more you forget.  Everyone has told me horror stories for as long as I can remember about how horrible it is when you turn 30, but to be honest it's not as bad as everyone says.  I guess it's true what people say "once you turn 30 it's all down hill from there"  and going down hill is a lot easier than up hill people so you might want to look into coming up with a new phrase genius.  I don't feel any different, and for lunch today I ate a whopper, fries and had a Dr. Pepper and so far my thighs haven't exploded yet, but who knows the night is still young.  I've had an amazing 30 years and I can't wait to have another 50 to 60 more.  Oh the greatest thing I received was a card from Tim.  10 years ago my sister was turning thirty I we were trying to find a card for her and I found this hilarious card of a baby crapping himself and the card read look who's pushing turdy.  I almost died laughing--I know so immature but it was 10 years ago. . . ok not much has changed.  I told Tim that he had to get me that card when I turned 30.  obviously that card isn't going to be around 10 years later so he followed my poor little baby around with a camera waiting for the opportune moment and it was AWESOME!!! who would have thought I would have a baby of my own heck 4 babies dumping in their pants to make me smile.  BEST birthday ever. . . um next to the one I spent in Disneyland (Sorrry babe but it's Disneyland).

The Price Is Right.

Every quarter I drive almost 3 hours to go into the office for work and I get paid to party and to play games oh and to eat yummy food--have I mentioned I LOVE MY JOB...  Last time we played minute to win it and I did horribly, but this time we played the price is Right and I love that game!  Bob Barker you are my hero.  I was actually called down and won my showcase and had an awesome time.  I got two new bosses and I love them.  Tim took off of work to watch the kids so I was alone to go on a total spending spree.  I had a great time!   

How Not To Be Sexy

How not to be sexy??????????I know most married women probably don't even worry about this but given my history of being a heart breaker/home wrecker,this is on my mind a LOT.  I hate when guys try to hit on you when you are carting around all your kids in the grocery store or even worst when you're 9 months pregnant.  Guys please give a poor girl a break, not all housewives are desperate, and I know most soccer moms are really hot, but there are plenty of dumb ditty single girls to go hit on and take home with you.  I guess to be honest I don't mind all the special treatment and free stuff I get so I guess it's only fair to let the poor guy practice his pick up lines.  I enjoyed the free crazy bread and the guy at the auto store didn't charge me for a part I need today so thanks guys.
So last week I bought a new dress that I thought was totally not feminine or attractive in anyway it has a collar and buttons up like a guys shirt.  oh wait if you are a visual person like me it's similar to this but it's blue and from New York and Company 

so when I got home I ask my husband if he like my new dress and I told him I bought it because I was trying to be less sexy and he just laughed and told me that I had failed miserably and told me it looks like something I would put on just to take off because of the buttons down the front.  um look at the dress it's screams not flattering in anyway, but I guess I'm not a guy and my husband is no help to me at all.  I guess it's true if you are a woman and have a pulse then men with find you irresistible.  Oh well.  I guess my energy is better spent elsewhere.  Men.  

Corn holeling

So last weekend we went to a BBQ with so people from Tim's work and to bribe us to go B said we will be corn hole- ing. A game that sounds really dirty but it's not. Tim and I have this problem of being wickedly good at any games we play and it really annoys everyone, so we are always banished from being on the same team and we have to try hard to lose at everything. I tried really hard but I just happen to be a really fantastic corn holer. That definitely was the high light of the party--- Bs husband was so adorable he spent hours making the game and even sewed the little bags himself. We left early because there was this creep that wouldn't stop staring at me. Thank goodness he was one of Bs friend and doesn't work with Tim. The first thing I said to Tim when we got in the car was I think I knew everyone except one guy and he not so politely said-- who the freak that wouldn't stop staring at you. Hmmm I think it's time for my hubby to start lifting weights again because he noticed and didn't punch this guy out. I'm just teasing. I always wanted to be famous but mostly for the money not for the crazy stalkers. I've even become a shut in and when in a blue moon I do leave the house it usually sucks like that. Oh well at least Tim had fun, oh and I found an olympic sport I would probably get a gold in. Corn hole ing who knew. Well tomorrow's my birthday so I better get some sleep.

He's got a package for you.....

A little confession......I am a shopaholic!!! I was doing so good when we first moved here but now with Tim working and with his new pay raise and oh I got a raise and didn't even know it whooo hooo, it's been nearly impossible for me not to get a little crazy. 

So the other day I was teasing Tim and said the UPS guy is going to think I'm stalking him because he is literally delivering packages about every other day--I do all my shopping online, for obvious reasons so I get a lot of packages.  Very seriously Tim asked me if it was the hot guy.  HUH? Well actually I hadn't noticed, I'm not really one of those desperate housewives that go around checking out other men, sorry babe.

Then he told me that apparently there is this hot delivery man that goes around making women every where very happy to get their packages.  Then he told me that he can always tell when he has stopped by his work because there will be a stack of packages and the lady at the front desk with be glowing and smiling from ear to ear. 

At first this made me laugh and I thought about this stupid old movie call Loverboy where the pizza boy delivers pizza to lonely woman and . . . .  I also thought about the guy every girl went on and on about when I worked at the University who was built like the rock and gorgeous and I had to meet him, and he was the sole reason about 90% of the women showed up to work everyday.
 
Nope I didn't go out of my way to meet this guy so I guess I will never know of his extreme hotness.  

Now instead of getting all giddy when my packages arrive I'm so paranoid.  Now that my husband mentioned it this delivery guy really does go out of his way to make his customer happy.  Normally ups delivers just drop the packages and run but this guy waits at the door for me to come get his package which is really annoying because a few times I've been working and had to take a break because he wouldn't leave the packages with my girls and kept asking if their mom was home.  Then when I got to the door to get the packages and I asked if I needed to sign anything he said nope, and just smiled really cheezy  ARRRGGGGG.   Then yesterday after about 10 minutes of him waiting at the door I went to answer it, so he would leave I got a fantastic view if his butt--apparently he had to tie his shoe on his way back to his truck lol.  I now make sure I look hideous any time I have a package coming--sweat pants, no make up, hair messy, glasses etc. given my history of crazy stalkers, I can't be to careful.  I guess this creep is a blessing in disguise because I think I've been cured of my addiction to shopping, but my darling husband has totally sabotaged me because I just checked my amazon shopping cart and he has about 3 text books arriving, a backpack and two other packages coming soon, so I will have to be convenient gone with those packages arrive.    

Wow What a Week

Of course I'm not going to blog everyday that would be ridiculous, but once a week. . . we will see.  The first couple of weeks of the new year have been fabulous!! my husband got a $2.50/ hour raise and he's only been with the company for 3 months.  It's so amazing what can happen when you just take that blind leap of faith no matter how backwards, hard, scary or counter productive it may be.  It didn't make sense for my husband to quit his high paying career during the worlds biggest economic crisis, pack up our family away from great schools, and friends, and move out of our gorgeous home, and move to a tiny town with no job, and no place to live.  But we jumped and it has been the best experience ever!  We have a place to live--mortgage and rent free, I was able to keep my job and my husband now has a new job and a works for people who are amazing, and his own business has exploded with projects he almost doesn't have time for, the girls are in an amazing school and we have so much more time to make a difference and actually start living.  I am so so blessed and grateful.  Anyway I'm living proof to just have faith and trust in God.   So my husband came home with the amazing news that he was given a raise and said something I never ever would have heard come out of his mouth in a million years if we hadn't left, and that night as we were about to fall asleep he says to me "you know I feel pretty successful right now."  Oh that was music to my ears--of course he has always been extremely successful as long as I've known him, but no matter how much he was promoted and compensated or recognized or praised he never felt successful, like success was just a few more steps ahead and he couldn't ever reach it.  I'm not sure exactly what finally clicked inside, but he now has this amazing outlook, and fire of self confidence that is irresistible.  Ok live is good enough said.  So we took the kids out to the duck ponds and they rode their scooters around the gazebo, we went out for dinner and lunch a few times, and just did normal family stuff, like bed time stories, game nights, and all the little things that make life sweet.  I can't wait to see what the new year brings.

Day 6

Today I'm grateful for modern Psychology.  So the other day we made our little chore magnets and this morning the girls woke up and did chores without even being asked a mothers dream come true.  We went out to lunch and we stopped by a house we found last night on the MLS.  It's gorgeous and big enough for our basketball team plus one.  I called the realtor but we can't look inside until Monday.  I love my little shack of course but I figured we better look for a bigger place before the girls go stir crazy.  New year goal get our credit in shape to be able to buy a house when needed.  In the mean time it's fabulous not having a morgage payment. 

Day 4&5

Day 4 was pretty much fantastic!!!  I went shopping with my dad then we took Tim out to lunch at La Casitta the girls went back to school, and then when Tim got home he had some really great news.  We celebrated with a friendly game of Mario--I lost horribly ...Perfect day.
I'm grateful playtime with my kids, it keeps me happy and young.

Day 5 umm the new year has started of with minor hiccups like we all are a little sick and the house has been pretty much a disaster, so we made little chore magnets and we will be starting a chore chat asap.  I'm one of those people that like to do it all myself.  My girls never really have had chores, occasionally we do a quick 10 minute pickups, but moving from our 3000 square foot house with a three car garage and an attic to our tiny shack, no garage or attic it's been a disaster, so I'm cracking the whip and demanding order--ok maybe just a little brain washing that cleaning is fun. 

I'm grateful for modern technology like dish washers and clothes washers and dryers, if it wasn't for them I'd spend two lifetimes cleaning instead of one.

Day 3

Today I'm so grateful for my warm toasty blanket. My heart just aches for all those starving, homeless and struggling people out there. I think I was born with the mother T. gene because I just constantly have these desires to help people and it started a young age I'm told. It almost feels like a natural part of life like breathing, it really is hard to explain and it's kinda annoying having to hear " you're to nice, you smile too much" or people making a big fuss over the things I do. I don't feel like I'm being nice I'm just being . . . Anywho no picture for you today because I'm snug in bed under covers, and so so blessed.

Day 3

Today I'm so grateful for my warm toasty blanket. My heart just aches for all those starving, homeless and struggling people out there. I think I was born with the mother T. gene because I just constantly have these desires to help people and it started a young age I'm told. It almost feels like a natural part of life like breathing, it really is hard to explain and it's kinda annoying having to hear " you're to nice, you smile too much" or people making a big fuss over the things I do. I don't feel like I'm being nice I'm just being . . . Anywho no picture for you today because I'm snug in bed under covers, and so so blessed.

Day 2

Ok today I'm very grateful for my amazing job!  I have been working for G.E. for about 4 years now and I love, love, love it!  Best part I get to work from home.  My hubby gets to work from home too as a designer but he also works for an Engineering firm and is a full time student, so it's nice to have some flexibility with our hectic lifestyles by not having to commute or deal with daycare oh and I honestly do work in my pjs.  I think it's kind of adorable how different our working environments are.  Mine is a tiny little computer given to me by my employer and my husband has these two massive monitors and basically a super computer because he is well a geek.   Until tomorrow.

Project Life Day 1

Happy New year!  So my ridiculously awesome husband bought me a rebel for Christmas so I'm going to learn how to be a photographer.  My dad was a photographer--one of the many many secret talents he has, and my brother also is a videographer so hopefully like my good looks it's a matter of genetics and I don't have to work at it--I'm just teasing.  So for the new year I've decided to take a picture a day and blog or write about it.  Don't laugh I can do this.  I think I will for good measure include a gratitude journal as well.  So let's get started!

GRATITUDE--this day I'm so grateful for my little man Benjamin.  To be honest I never really wanted to have a boy I was perfectly happy with a house full of girls, but from the moment of the first sonogram where our very proud little fellow flashed Tim the family jewels than gave him the thumbs up {the tech thought it was the most precious thing she had ever seen so she took several pictures of that hilarious moment}  I have been so madly in love with my ball of pure energy.

This picture was taken as we rushed out the door to church--one of the few Sundays we were on time, oh did I mention we now go to chuch at 1:00 p.m. instead of 9:00 a.m.  What I find so adorable is I was wearing a silver skirt and my husband without me asking cordinated his tie and our sons vest to match me--lol yep I'm one of those crazy moms that likes to color cordinate outfits.  I just thought it was adorable that my hubby picks up on my tiny little quirks, no matter how creepy they may be. 

See that wasn't to bad 1 day down only 364 days to go.