Hot Summer Sandals

Take a look at that beauty.  This picture doesn't do justice on how truly awesome my new summer style is.  Yep I'm a big spaz and broke my toe, so I will be sporting this boot for 6-8 weeks.  I'm not sure if they are going to put a cast on or not--I will find out tomorrow.  Lets just say I've had four babies and hands down breaking my big toe was excruciatingly more painful than labor.  I know that sounds unlikely but I guess it crush and damaged so many nerves it shot pain all up my leg, I blacked out twice, hyperventilated from the pain, and went into shock.  I'm just so lucky I wasn't alone.  My daughter ran and got my husband who carried me to the truck and drove me to the E.R.   I guess 31 years without a broken bone is not such a bad record especially considering what an adrenaline junky I was as a child.  

WHat the Heck HAppened to 2012

Ok I sometimes cry a little when I see my baby girl who is now almost bigger than me and turning 12!  Oh how I wish I could rewind the clock and go back!  I also want to kick myself for not keeping better records of all the amazing moments.    So here I go again trying to slow down a bit to take it all in.  It is officially summer!!!!  We survived and crazy, intense semester, and my poor brain is mush!  I know I've missed Thanksgiving, Ben turning 2!, Christmas, my b-day, Valentines Day, My 12 year anniversary, Spring Break, Mother's Day, and everything in between.  Let's just say it was all AMAZING!!! Oh and we just bought a new house. 
So I'm a strong believer that a Picture Says a thousand words, and because I'm on summer break and SOOOO sick of papers and reports and typing I will bombard you all with pictures.    

--Love this photo bomb

--Don't feed the animals

--Ugly Christmas Sweater Party I won an Ipod woo hoo

---May baby Girl Graduated Kindergarten and wants to be a rock star when she grows up.

--My teaching Practicum was at my Daughters school where I got to see this beautiful face everyday.  I've never been hugged more in my entire life from about 50+ kids everyday!! I earned the Name "Super Teacher!"   

--water park fun

--McCormick BEN is obsessed with trains!

 

Ok well I'm off of work so I will have to catch up later.

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).