Thursday, September 9, 2010
Surprise!!!
For any of you who don't know we are expecting our fifth child. If this is a shock to you it's more than a shock to us. I am currently 13 weeks. I have a long way to go until March 16th, and so far it's not been a fun journey. I had finally decided that our family was as big as it should be. It took a long time to come to that conclusion and feel good about it. I scheduled an appointment to talk with my doctor and set a date for surgery. I had been on birth control and was ready to go ahead with it. Instead of a surgery consult, the visit ended up being and initial pregnancy visit. This baby is supposed to come to our family. For some reason unknown to us, against all the odds and despite my past experiences with miscarriages this baby is doing well and making me very sick. So I'm still trying to come to terms with the fact that I will have five children, the thought is so overwhelming to me. I guess if I don't want my prayers answered I should ask. I said I'm done, if I am not supposed to be You better do something about it. Well, He did. God's plans are not my plans. In six months I'll be excited and more than ready to have a baby, I always am.
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Imperfect? That's an understatement!
I don’t claim to have an IQ in the range of Albert Einstein but I don’t hold myself in the realm of Mr. Gump either. Apparently, however, Forrest happened to be much more fortunate than myself. One would have to assume that at some point I would learn from the stupid things that I do and not repeat them or at least stop adding to the long list. Unfortunately, I continue to do stupid things. They say if you can’t admit to yourself that what you did was stupid and you don’t tell anyone else about it, then they can’t laugh at you. So here is my latest post on the stupid things I do.
At the beginning of June we had the awesome experience of going to Bear Lake with my parents and brothers and sisters and their families. We rented a cabin and had a great time. Emily and I decided to take the 4-wheelers down with us and they ended up being a lot of fun. We took them around the mountain side where the cabin was and then on Saturday we decided to take them to the beach.
So we drove over to the Idaho side of Bear Lake. Our family, Heather and her kids, Jon and Kara, Lisa and Jared, Mark and Mom and Dad all came with us. As soon as we got there the kids immediately started running through the water and playing in the sand. They didn’t care that it was 60 degrees outside and the lake was probably close to 40 degrees.
A critical decision was made immediately upon our arrival at the beach that has great import to this tale. When I turned off the Armada I contemplated on where I wanted to put the keys. I didn’t want them in my pocket just in case I went into the water. I also didn’t want to leave them in the car just in case one of the kids locked the doors. So I decided to put them in the cup holder of our Ogio bag on Emily’s 4-wheeler.
We all had a lot of fun and took the 4-wheelers all over the place. Jon and I especially enjoyed tearing up the beach. I let Jon ride mine and I rode Emily’s. We spun them around and took them from one side of the beach to the other.
We had been there for a couple of hours when Emily asked where the keys to the Armada were. So I went to get them out of the cup holder of the 4-wheeler and much to my horror they were not there. I decided to check five more times just in case I had missed a hiding place inside of the normal sized cup holder, or maybe they had vanished for a minute and were now back where they were supposed to be. They still weren’t there.
My next move was to look out over the vast sands of the Sahara and notice the miles of 4-wheeler tracks we had just created and had just one thought. “Did I just do what I think I just did?” The answer was, “YES!” Somewhere in that vast wasteland that is the beach at Bear Lake the keys to our vehicle fell out of the cup holder of the 4-wheeler. I suppose that this is a good time in the story to mention that when we bought this particular vehicle they only gave us one set of keys.
To try and make a long story mildly shorter, my wonderful brother and two sisters and their families helped us comb the beach for probably another two hours. We went up and down that beach over and over trying to find the keys and even with all of the pleadings that went skyward and all of the gnashing of teeth that I did the keys were not located anywhere on the beach. It was time to start thinking of exactly how we were going to get out of this predicament. We couldn’t just have someone run us home and pick up the spare because there wasn’t one. Also, to further complicate things, we needed to get our 4-wheelers home.
So I went into a small shop that was there by the beach and asked to see the local phone book. Now, being from Idaho I am used to seeing small phone books but this one took first place in the thinnest phone book contest. They didn’t have the “Yellow Pages” it was just one yellow page. That was all they needed. So needless to say my choices for locksmiths were slim to none. Secondly trying to find someone actually working at 6:30pm on a Saturday night would be a miracle somewhere between the water turning to wine and the loaves and the fishes.
Believe it or not, I did get someone to answer the phone. He was the local tow truck driver that moonlighted in making keys and on the side he would give people free rides on the hook of his tow truck. . . of course it cost 10 dollars for him to get you back down. Anyway, this very nice individual named Todd told me something I didn’t know. You can’t make a key for a Nissan Armada that will work without reprogramming the locks and apparently the only place that can do that for you is a dealership. Todd was very helpful and offered me a selection of dealerships in the area that could take care of my problem. What I quickly found was that the term “in the area” meant the entire western half of the United States. So we narrowed it down to either Logan or Pocatello. Being that Pocatello was closer to Idaho Falls I asked pleasant Todd if he wouldn’t mind scurrying on up to Park Price Motors in Pocatello with my Armada. He agreed, so one part of the predicament was solved.
Now I have a trailer with two 4-wheelers on it that needs to somehow get to Idaho Falls. Oh, and a family too I guess. And this is where you are thankful to family. Heather had her truck and was kind enough to haul the trailer back to the cabin for us. Then we crammed into Jon’s Arcadia and Mark’s Impala and got the family back to the cabin. Once there we began to make some calls and more generosity flowed as Kristin offered to take some of the kids and haul the 4-wheelers back for us if necessary, and Dad offered to bring down a car for us and Chad (Emily’s dad) was ready to head down from the cabin to get us and then Charlie stepped up big and offered to drive my truck down the next morning. So that is what we ended up doing.
Needless to say after a $400.00 tow bill and a $350.00 bill to make two sets of keys, and I must mention that we broke our $400.00 digital camera too, we were back home as if the weekend had never happened. I was pretty sure that one or two of my siblings mentioned trying to do another get together just like that one. I’m thinking another weekend like that and I’ll be taking a 2nd out on my house!
At the beginning of June we had the awesome experience of going to Bear Lake with my parents and brothers and sisters and their families. We rented a cabin and had a great time. Emily and I decided to take the 4-wheelers down with us and they ended up being a lot of fun. We took them around the mountain side where the cabin was and then on Saturday we decided to take them to the beach.
So we drove over to the Idaho side of Bear Lake. Our family, Heather and her kids, Jon and Kara, Lisa and Jared, Mark and Mom and Dad all came with us. As soon as we got there the kids immediately started running through the water and playing in the sand. They didn’t care that it was 60 degrees outside and the lake was probably close to 40 degrees.
A critical decision was made immediately upon our arrival at the beach that has great import to this tale. When I turned off the Armada I contemplated on where I wanted to put the keys. I didn’t want them in my pocket just in case I went into the water. I also didn’t want to leave them in the car just in case one of the kids locked the doors. So I decided to put them in the cup holder of our Ogio bag on Emily’s 4-wheeler.
We all had a lot of fun and took the 4-wheelers all over the place. Jon and I especially enjoyed tearing up the beach. I let Jon ride mine and I rode Emily’s. We spun them around and took them from one side of the beach to the other.
We had been there for a couple of hours when Emily asked where the keys to the Armada were. So I went to get them out of the cup holder of the 4-wheeler and much to my horror they were not there. I decided to check five more times just in case I had missed a hiding place inside of the normal sized cup holder, or maybe they had vanished for a minute and were now back where they were supposed to be. They still weren’t there.
My next move was to look out over the vast sands of the Sahara and notice the miles of 4-wheeler tracks we had just created and had just one thought. “Did I just do what I think I just did?” The answer was, “YES!” Somewhere in that vast wasteland that is the beach at Bear Lake the keys to our vehicle fell out of the cup holder of the 4-wheeler. I suppose that this is a good time in the story to mention that when we bought this particular vehicle they only gave us one set of keys.
To try and make a long story mildly shorter, my wonderful brother and two sisters and their families helped us comb the beach for probably another two hours. We went up and down that beach over and over trying to find the keys and even with all of the pleadings that went skyward and all of the gnashing of teeth that I did the keys were not located anywhere on the beach. It was time to start thinking of exactly how we were going to get out of this predicament. We couldn’t just have someone run us home and pick up the spare because there wasn’t one. Also, to further complicate things, we needed to get our 4-wheelers home.
So I went into a small shop that was there by the beach and asked to see the local phone book. Now, being from Idaho I am used to seeing small phone books but this one took first place in the thinnest phone book contest. They didn’t have the “Yellow Pages” it was just one yellow page. That was all they needed. So needless to say my choices for locksmiths were slim to none. Secondly trying to find someone actually working at 6:30pm on a Saturday night would be a miracle somewhere between the water turning to wine and the loaves and the fishes.
Believe it or not, I did get someone to answer the phone. He was the local tow truck driver that moonlighted in making keys and on the side he would give people free rides on the hook of his tow truck. . . of course it cost 10 dollars for him to get you back down. Anyway, this very nice individual named Todd told me something I didn’t know. You can’t make a key for a Nissan Armada that will work without reprogramming the locks and apparently the only place that can do that for you is a dealership. Todd was very helpful and offered me a selection of dealerships in the area that could take care of my problem. What I quickly found was that the term “in the area” meant the entire western half of the United States. So we narrowed it down to either Logan or Pocatello. Being that Pocatello was closer to Idaho Falls I asked pleasant Todd if he wouldn’t mind scurrying on up to Park Price Motors in Pocatello with my Armada. He agreed, so one part of the predicament was solved.
Now I have a trailer with two 4-wheelers on it that needs to somehow get to Idaho Falls. Oh, and a family too I guess. And this is where you are thankful to family. Heather had her truck and was kind enough to haul the trailer back to the cabin for us. Then we crammed into Jon’s Arcadia and Mark’s Impala and got the family back to the cabin. Once there we began to make some calls and more generosity flowed as Kristin offered to take some of the kids and haul the 4-wheelers back for us if necessary, and Dad offered to bring down a car for us and Chad (Emily’s dad) was ready to head down from the cabin to get us and then Charlie stepped up big and offered to drive my truck down the next morning. So that is what we ended up doing.
Needless to say after a $400.00 tow bill and a $350.00 bill to make two sets of keys, and I must mention that we broke our $400.00 digital camera too, we were back home as if the weekend had never happened. I was pretty sure that one or two of my siblings mentioned trying to do another get together just like that one. I’m thinking another weekend like that and I’ll be taking a 2nd out on my house!
Sunday, April 25, 2010
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Thursday, April 15, 2010
Here we go.
I'm a little sad to be leaving my children for a week. But I am much more excited to be going on a vacation with my husband. Jamaica here we come. I will be posting pictures when we get back!
Thursday, March 4, 2010
What was I thinking???
Never leave your almost 8 year old (whose puke you had to clean up in the middle of the night) in charge of your 2 year old with the t.v. on and a brand new bottle of dark finger nail polish on the counter because you forgot to put it away after you got home from the store.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
More projects finished
1 quilt for myself & 1 recipe book for myself.
Two of the things on my project list that I can mark off.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Valentine's Day
Gifts from my sweetheart : Flowers, a big green frog (huge hit with the kids), and chocolate which is of course already gone. Thank you hon! I love you so much.Super Bowl
Tom is a huge Colts fan so we had to have a huge party because they made it to the super bowl. He got permission to have the party in the basement of where he works the kids loved it. They didn't end up winning but it was a great party and the Saints were a good team to lose to.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Saturday Project
This is what I did today!
It doesn't look like much but it is. I made eight different freezer recipes. Enough for ten meals and 24 lunches. It took all day and inbetween I fixed lunch, watched Nemo and Incredibles, broke a nail, and started dinner. Tom can finish dinner I think. Friday, January 22, 2010
A Very Stupid Thing
There comes a time in a mans life when one must do something stupid. It is a law of nature that a human being cannot go through life without doing atleast one very stupid thing. For me it happens to be more than one. . . actually more than I can count. In other words more than I have fingers and toes.
Today I had one of those very stupid moments. It is definitely in the top three and may even get ranked at number one. It has now been almost three hours from this most embarrassing moment and I have yet to stop smiling and shaking my head.
Let me set the scene. It is snowy and the wind is blowing and I am hungry and my truck is on empty. So on my way back from a lunch break where I didn't actually eat lunch I stopped at Buck's, a local gas station near where I work. I got out and immediately a big fat snowflake smacks me right in the eye blinding me for a second. That is the kind of weather I was dealing with.
So I hunker down into my coat to stop the snow from hitting me in the face as I swiped my card and got the diesel pumping into my truck. As soon as I knew the fuel was flowing I took off across the parking lot and went into the gas station to see if they had anything to eat. Believe it or not they actually have an entire selection of lunches set under heat lamps and have probably been sitting there for days. I looked over the selection and passed up on the egg rolls and chicken gizzards (yes gizzards and no I am not making this up) and decided on the cheeseburger. So using packets of ketchup and mayonnaise I dressed up the rubbery burger and went to pay.
On a side note - most everyone that is reading this blog knows that I am a crazed Colts fan and that they are playing this weekend in the AFC Championship game. So I was having what Emily calls my own "personal spirit day". I had on a Colts T-shirt and a Colts jacket.
So when I finally get to the cashier and began to pay for my lunch that may or may not give me diarrhea for the next twelve hours the gal behind the counter deciding to try and be funny for the first time in her life says to me, "you don't like the Colts do you?" No, I hate them. They are the worst football team in the NFL. What do you think you silly girl?
Well of course I caught the sarcasm in her voice and bantered back about how much I hate them using my own sarcastic tone. The transaction finally completed as we continued joking about my attire and I ran back out into the windy snowy weather - this time getting smacked with a big wet snowflake in my ear. It was like getting a freezing cold wet-willy. So in order to diminish the chances of getting more freezing cold wet willies and also to stop any heat from going out of the fake cheeseburger I had just purchased I started to dash back across the parking lot of the gas station. Side Note: There is only one thing worse than eating a hot fake cheeseburger. That is eating a cold fake cheeseburger.
So I run to my truck and jump in the cab, fumble for my keys and start the engine. I throw it into drive and pull away from the pump, thinking about how late I am going to be in getting back to work. I start to pull around the second set of pumps and then before my mind can even comprehend the epiphany that it just had my body reacted slamming on the brakes. I looked out my side view mirror and yes, much to my chagrin I had just pulled away from the pump with the nozzle still stuffed into my gas tank. My stomach fell into my feet with my heart and jaw not far behind. I knew that I had gone way too far for the short little hose that they have hooked to the nozzle that was in my fuel tank could stretch. I had just ripped the nozzle and hose from the pump.
To add to my horror I looked up and there is this kindly looking elderly lady that had been pumping gas at another pump jumping up and down and pointing at my gas tank with wild eyes. I don't know if she was saying anything and frankly I didn't want to know what she was saying even if she was saying anything. My mind was too busy thinking of what to do at this junction in time. The damage had been done. There were many witnesses to testify of my stupidity. What to do?
I decided to act like I do this kind of thing all the time and I drove around all of the pumps with a bright green nozzle and long green hose sticking out of my truck and dragging on the ground. I honestly don’t know how many people were staring at me, but at a time like that you are sure most everyone in Idaho Falls turned their eyes on you. After circling the entire set of pumps going at what felt like 0.0004 miles per hour I got back to the pump that I had just dismembered and got out of my truck and with as much dignity as I could muster I pulled the nozzle out of my gas tank and hung it up. I then began inspecting the other side of the hose and realized that it was a quick release. So I simply hooked it back up with diesel pouring all over my hands and grabbed my receipt, hopped back into my truck and making sure I did not make eye contact with anyone in the parking lot of the gas station I drove away.
As I pulled back out into traffic I finally remembered I hadn’t done something since realizing what a stupid thing I had just done, so I exhaled and began breathing once again. After another hundred yards of driving down Sunnyside the jitters subsided and the giggles (oh wait that isn’t manly enough) the chuckles set in. Or maybe I should say chortles, or sniggers. Anyway you get the point. I was still laughing as I sat down at my desk and began to eat my cheeseburger and it was at this point that I had another epiphany, I had forgotten the pickles.
Today I had one of those very stupid moments. It is definitely in the top three and may even get ranked at number one. It has now been almost three hours from this most embarrassing moment and I have yet to stop smiling and shaking my head.
Let me set the scene. It is snowy and the wind is blowing and I am hungry and my truck is on empty. So on my way back from a lunch break where I didn't actually eat lunch I stopped at Buck's, a local gas station near where I work. I got out and immediately a big fat snowflake smacks me right in the eye blinding me for a second. That is the kind of weather I was dealing with.
So I hunker down into my coat to stop the snow from hitting me in the face as I swiped my card and got the diesel pumping into my truck. As soon as I knew the fuel was flowing I took off across the parking lot and went into the gas station to see if they had anything to eat. Believe it or not they actually have an entire selection of lunches set under heat lamps and have probably been sitting there for days. I looked over the selection and passed up on the egg rolls and chicken gizzards (yes gizzards and no I am not making this up) and decided on the cheeseburger. So using packets of ketchup and mayonnaise I dressed up the rubbery burger and went to pay.
On a side note - most everyone that is reading this blog knows that I am a crazed Colts fan and that they are playing this weekend in the AFC Championship game. So I was having what Emily calls my own "personal spirit day". I had on a Colts T-shirt and a Colts jacket.
So when I finally get to the cashier and began to pay for my lunch that may or may not give me diarrhea for the next twelve hours the gal behind the counter deciding to try and be funny for the first time in her life says to me, "you don't like the Colts do you?" No, I hate them. They are the worst football team in the NFL. What do you think you silly girl?
Well of course I caught the sarcasm in her voice and bantered back about how much I hate them using my own sarcastic tone. The transaction finally completed as we continued joking about my attire and I ran back out into the windy snowy weather - this time getting smacked with a big wet snowflake in my ear. It was like getting a freezing cold wet-willy. So in order to diminish the chances of getting more freezing cold wet willies and also to stop any heat from going out of the fake cheeseburger I had just purchased I started to dash back across the parking lot of the gas station. Side Note: There is only one thing worse than eating a hot fake cheeseburger. That is eating a cold fake cheeseburger.
So I run to my truck and jump in the cab, fumble for my keys and start the engine. I throw it into drive and pull away from the pump, thinking about how late I am going to be in getting back to work. I start to pull around the second set of pumps and then before my mind can even comprehend the epiphany that it just had my body reacted slamming on the brakes. I looked out my side view mirror and yes, much to my chagrin I had just pulled away from the pump with the nozzle still stuffed into my gas tank. My stomach fell into my feet with my heart and jaw not far behind. I knew that I had gone way too far for the short little hose that they have hooked to the nozzle that was in my fuel tank could stretch. I had just ripped the nozzle and hose from the pump.
To add to my horror I looked up and there is this kindly looking elderly lady that had been pumping gas at another pump jumping up and down and pointing at my gas tank with wild eyes. I don't know if she was saying anything and frankly I didn't want to know what she was saying even if she was saying anything. My mind was too busy thinking of what to do at this junction in time. The damage had been done. There were many witnesses to testify of my stupidity. What to do?
I decided to act like I do this kind of thing all the time and I drove around all of the pumps with a bright green nozzle and long green hose sticking out of my truck and dragging on the ground. I honestly don’t know how many people were staring at me, but at a time like that you are sure most everyone in Idaho Falls turned their eyes on you. After circling the entire set of pumps going at what felt like 0.0004 miles per hour I got back to the pump that I had just dismembered and got out of my truck and with as much dignity as I could muster I pulled the nozzle out of my gas tank and hung it up. I then began inspecting the other side of the hose and realized that it was a quick release. So I simply hooked it back up with diesel pouring all over my hands and grabbed my receipt, hopped back into my truck and making sure I did not make eye contact with anyone in the parking lot of the gas station I drove away.
As I pulled back out into traffic I finally remembered I hadn’t done something since realizing what a stupid thing I had just done, so I exhaled and began breathing once again. After another hundred yards of driving down Sunnyside the jitters subsided and the giggles (oh wait that isn’t manly enough) the chuckles set in. Or maybe I should say chortles, or sniggers. Anyway you get the point. I was still laughing as I sat down at my desk and began to eat my cheeseburger and it was at this point that I had another epiphany, I had forgotten the pickles.
Thursday, January 21, 2010
Are You Kidding Me???
I woke the kids up for school this morning and came upstairs. Shaustia came running up and said she had red spots all over her belly. I looked and told her she wasn't going to school.
This is her back and more keep appearing all the time.
Then I started scratching my arm and look what I saw. Sorry I'm not going to post a picture of my back or belly. I had the chicken pox when I was a kid and Shaustia had the vaccine. What's up??Around our House.
Eli wearing my snow boots. I remember doing exactly the same with with my Dad's boots when I was a little girl.
What a brilliant idea! Czar didn't think so. Are you digging the hair in Elie's pictures. She won't keep anything in it she pulls everything out I put in.
Staying out of the way while Dad snow blows the driveway.Christmas Time
We had a very nice Christmas this year. We had a fun Christmas Eve with some friends at the church. The kids loved running to their hearts content in the gym. On Christmas we had an easy going relaxing day. We stayed home and did everything at our leisure. It was enjoyable, in fact just a couple of days ago we were in the car and Keaton said out of the blue "Mom we had a nice Christmas huh"? It really was.
Here are some pictures:
Christmas Eve. Our Nativity at the church. 
Elie loves chocolate! I think she liked the chocolate and everyone else's gifts the best.
Keaton in his bumblebee get up playing with his cars workbench.
Austin, the star wars fanatic.
Shaustia got very spoiled, this is her music-video player.
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