Archive | May, 2008

>I’m in Love

30 May

>With Desmond. If you’ve been watching Lost for the last 3 seasons and watched tonight’s season finale, how can you NOT love him?! I don’t want to ruin anything for anyone who hasn’t seen it yet, so I’ll shut up now. But I just had to get that out into the open.


>Houston for Memorial Day

28 May

>As you probably deduced from my last post, we spent the long weekend in Houston. And it was really, really fun. So fun, in fact, that I really didn’t get that many pictures. But I managed to snap a few here and there. We hit Ikea (always an adventure; essential Ikea story to follow), a bunch of stores that we don’t have in Louisiana, ate yummy Mexican and Chinese food, stayed in a great hotel with a fun pool, I got an hour of uniterrupted workout time WHILE watching America’s Next Top Model, saw the Houston Temple (gorgeous), went to the Children’s Museum of Houston, and I went to Penzeys Spices (which was awesome).

I know the composition in these pictures suck, but it’s hard work getting two kids to look cute inside when they REALLY want to be swimming. I really didn’t get as many pictures as I wanted, but hey, we had fun!

Yeah, that’s not fog in the Ikea picture; it’s condensation on the lens from the humidity! My hair was a mess. Let’s just say the bangs I cut on myself a few weeks ago were a bad, bad mistake.

So I can’t make a trip to Ikea without watching someone do something stupid. This time, the couple had a very large potted tree. The girl sat in the passenger’s side and her significant other handed her the tree (the pot was on the floor, the tree trunk between her legs, the top sticking out the door). What did they try to do? Shut the door. Shockingly, it didn’t work.

>In This Very Yard

23 May


Kind of like “In this Very Room.” But instead of Jesus, it’s reptiles. Is that irreverent? I mean, yesterday, I saw a church marqee that said, “Coming Soon: Jesus!” I’m not trying to be irreverent.

Anyway, I stepped out of my house just a few minutes ago and saw this guy on my screened porch:

Although lizards aren’t quite the novelty they were when we first moved down here, I think they’re cute and I like them. Which I can’t say about most of the critters here I see. So I would’ve taken a picture, but I’m in a hurry to get things packed for our trip to Houston this weekend, so I didn’t. And then I was sitting on my front porch (not lollygagging, I was coordinating my new GPS that I HAD to have ;), if you must know…) when I heard a rustling in my yard. Since it’s not time for cats to be hunting all the creatures I don’t want to know about and the possums are sleeping and the rats had BETTER not be messing around in my bushes, I went to see what it was. And I saw this:

He was in the middle of the flowerbed, but he was skedaddling pretty quick over to the bushes. I ran inside to get my camera and came back out only to discover that my camera was out of batteries. Luckily for ME, I had just bought some new batteries at Walmart, so I ran back inside, ripped open the package, and put them in my camera. At this point, the turtle was still there, but he was hiding in the bushes and I couldn’t really see the cool bright red spots on his legs. I tried getting closer, but I scared the little guy straight into his shell, so this is the best that I can do.
I have to say that this is better than the situation a girl I Visit Teach found herself in the other day. She went outside and found two snakes in her yard, so her husband came home from work, pinned the snakes down with a golf club, and she had to cut off their heads with garden shears. That sounds like my absolute worst nightmare.

>Anya, Eat Your Heart Out…

22 May

>So last night, I had a dream that I had the most beautiful, long, straight, white-blonde hair ever. The only problem was that it was on my legs instead of my head.

>Oooooh, I’ve Been Tagged!

20 May

>5 things I was doing 10 years ago:

1. Watching all my friends graduate from high school
2. Getting ready to visit my sister in Washington, D.C.
3. For some reason, a trip to the Willow Park “Zoo” for German class keeps popping into my brain. I mean, it actually happened, I just don’t know why I keep thinking of it!
4. Finishing my junior year of high school.
5. Trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life.

5 things on my to do list:

1. Fold the laundry
2. Load the dishwasher
3. Cut out hearts for my Enrichment activity
4. Call Allstate and change our address…yes, 4 months after we moved from Utah.
5. Call girl in my ward back about getting our kids together to play on Wednesday

5 favorite snacks/food:

1. Oreos
2. Guacamole
3. Pico de gallo
4. Starbursts
5. Peanut butter and honey or grape jelly on toast with a big glass of milk

5 things I would do if I was a billionaire:

1. Pay off student loans
2. Buy my dream house
3. Take an awesome vacation (or maybe a couple of awesome vacations)
4. Buy Sam a vintage Mustang
5. Invest

5 bad habits:

1. Staying up too late and getting up too early; I want the best of both worlds!
2. Crashing in the middle of the day because I stayed up too late and got up too early
3. Wasting time on my blogs
4. Drinking Diet Coke first thing in the morning
5. Telling Clark, “Just a minute!” I must say that a million times a day.

5 places I have lived:

1. Louisiana
2. Provo, UT
3. Logan, UT
4. My mother’s womb
5. Heaven (Can you tell I haven’t lived too many places?)

5 people I tag:

1. Marcie J.
2. Britt
3. Carly
4. Nathaly
5. Suzette

>Happy Anniversary, Sam!

19 May


It’s been 7 years! WOW! And that was just the beginning. Just wanted to say that I love you so much and that these last 7 years have been the best and happiest of my life. Thanks for the fun and the adventures and the love and the two cutest kidlets in the entire world. Thanks for working so hard to provide the things we need and a lot of the things we want. Thanks for being a daddy who is adored by his babies. You’re the best husband I could have ever asked for and I love you! Here are some of the highlights from the past 7 years!

>Squirrel: It’s What’s for Dinner

18 May


Yep, I did it. I ate squirrel. Does that make me a real, true Louisiana redneck? To be completely honest, it wasn’t that bad. The stew it was in was to DIE for–like the epitome of all Dutch Oven cooking deliciousness. The squirrel itself was a little tough and a little gamey, but I figured, hey, I’m in Louisiana for an adventure; life HAS to be a little more adventurous than spicy chicken tenders at Popeye’s.

Speaking of redneckedness, the dog that lives across the street from us needs to die. It appears to be a mutt of some sort, but I’m 95% sure there’s some pittbull blood in there. The dog wanders around without tags, digs through my garbage, growls at my children, barks in the middle of the night, and poops on my lawn. Unfortunately, these things only happen in the middle of the night or on Saturdays, which means Animal Control is unavailable. Don’t think it hasn’t crossed my mind to pull out Sam’s pistol and show how well I’ve acclimated myself to Louisiana culture…

>I’m a Freak

16 May

>So yesterday, there were a couple of itty bitty baby ants in the living room. Yeah, ew, but all in all, not a huge deal, right? So I “take care of them” in the Mafia sense of the word and a few minutes later, notice a couple of speckly marks on my hand. And I look a little closer and see a teeny little bite mark on my thumb. The little son of a nutcracker bit me and he was about as big as the period at the end of a sentence! But really, not a huge deal, right? So progressively throughout the day, the speckly marks spread all over my body and turned from speckly marks in to raised hives into big, itchy welts. Sam told me I look like I have red freckles. Even my eyeballs itch.

I’ve been taking Benadryl, but it has not been doing a dang thing. Some of you may remember me in all my loveliness after Meredith was born when I had an allergic reaction to something either while she was delivered or immediately thereafter and had a similar rash for two months. Let’s all hope this one doesn’t last two months. What I need right now is not a two-month-long freak of nature rash in the heat of Louisiana summer.

Edited to add that I am now the proud owner of my very own epi pen because apparently, if I get bit by another little six-legged mini beast, chances are likely that I’ll go into anaphylactic shock. Awesome.

>The Inner Blogging Voice Called

15 May

>Lisa, I can never thank you enough for giving that little voice a name. Anyway, the inner blogging voice called to remind me of the last two things from my random list that have beeing bouncing around in my brain lately:

**I think it’s a very strange commentary on our society that antidepressant medication use is widely accepted as okay, but you must be a real nutjob if you’re in therapy. I’m NOT saying that antidepressants aren’t okay, or that that there AREN’T nutjobs in therapy, I just think it’s funny that there’s such a stigma attached to talking to a professional to help you figure out what’s wrong in your brain. Just before you judge me, let it be known that I’ve been on antidepressants and I’ve been in therapy (although I’m not currently doing either) and I’m not saying neither one has its place.

**Three every-day words I hate: Whiskers (not as in, “I can’t eat that catfish, it has whiskers,” but “Ew, Sam, don’t kiss me! You haven’t shaved your whiskers.” Trousers. Beverage.

>I’m Losing My Mind…

14 May

>Yeah, I just posted this on the cooking blog. Oops! Nothing like a poop story on a blog about food…

Nothing good ever started with your three-year-old running laps around the house (he literally does this; I am not exaggerating) and, while running, announces, “Mom, my tummy hurts!” Followed five steps later with, “Mom, I’ve gotta go poop!”