Archive for February, 2010
27
Feb
week in pictures (Part one)
This week in pictures is brought to you by Parker.
Mr. Smartypants, in true two-year-old fashion, thinks he can do anything I can do and wanted to prove it. He grabbed my camera from me the other day and took a dozen pictures.
I think I may have a budding photographer on my hands.
We may be on to something here…. maybe Parker can have his own cooking and photography section on this blog.
They grow up too fast.
Bronson is ten in this picture.
Ty is six.
It seems like yesterday,
but it was a lifetime ago…..
25
Feb
A whole lot of Random
This gallery of photos may help you understand why I don't have a cooking blog.
Parker's cookies tasted DELICIOUS! He personally sampled each and every ingredient….
What a good boy!
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I know Civil rights day is long over, but this came home in Dalin's backpack and because it's the cutest thing I have ever seen, it had to be shared.
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My last giveaway did not produce a winner. I am getting a complex. I know it's been weeks, but I never discussed this either. I realize I am slacking big time. I am so sorry.
Chasity played and was asked the following question. "Bronson used two analogies to describe life. One was a movie and the other a board game. Name them." She got the monopoly right away, but didn't know The Love Guru. She got the fifty bucks to amazon.
I am going to make these questions easier, because I am tired of people not winning.
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I lost a few years of my life last week….
I know I have mentioned before that I am a freak about scary movies. I HATE THEM. The sounds of terror send me over the edge.
Growing up in the Mormon Church, our leaders would counsel the youth to stay the HELL away from PORN because it would "be forever etched into your brain." Yeah right. I have watched countless hours of porn and nothing is etched into my brain. However, the scary movies I have seen over the years are etched so deeply into my brain you can hear the sound of Norman Bates calling to his mother if you sit close enough to me. *SHUDDER* I KNOW, it scares the shit out of me too.
Next to Psycho, worlds most terrifying movie is The Shining. I was so traumatized by this movie, growing up, I couldn't watch the Jazz games when they played the Lakers, because I would catch a glimpse of Jack and I would FLIP! It rocked me to the very core. I swear to God just thinking about it, sitting here alone with my keyboard and wondering if I even dare to type the words….
"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy."
SCREAM!!!
Last week when I was sick and in bed with a fever. I may have been hallucinating, but in rolled my worst nightmare….
Parker, that is, on this damn trike, that he thinks belongs in the house.
I was in and out of sleep and thought I heard him roll by a few times and my brain turned him into Danny Boy, because those effing movies are etched so deep, it is far more likely to be him instead of my own son. My room grew quiet. I listened intently. I heard nothing but I felt a HUGE presence. I forced my eyes open and came face to face with Parker. Standing. Still. Perfectly Still. And my body went cold and my heart stopped beating. And if he wasn't so damn cute, I would have beat him, because he could have been Danny Boy coming to speak about Red Rum or something.
I lost a few years of my life.
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I miss Bronson.
That seems so lame, since he is actually living in my house for the first time in almost five years. But I have gotten used to him being around and having my thumb on his pulse, and my eye on his behavior. BUT, this past two weeks, he has been working full time plus and I never see him. He rolls out of the house before I even get up, he rolls back into the house about the time I am going to bed, and even when I am not going to bed, he goes straight to his room to talk to his woman and leaves me nothing but his laundry to do. And I am not complaining about that. You all know I love the laundry.
But damnit, I bitched and complained about all the driving I had to do with him when he was in therapy. Two hours a day, back and forth to Laguna Beach….Waa. Waa. Waa. I should have been relishing in that time I had alone with him. I NEVER get to have Bronson to myself. Instead of embracing the opportunity to spend some quality time with my adult child, I pissed it away, and forgot to enjoy it. Kinda seems like the story of my life.
He is doing awesome and staying busy. He is happy and productive. I am a PROUD mama. I don't have a clue what his future holds, but if he is happy, I am happy.
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Last but not least.
SHAYLEE has been accepted to SEVEN colleges and four of them with very nice scholarships. Here we go again!
I am so flipping proud of her I can't stand it!
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Maybe I need Twitter again so I don't have to have six different topics in one post.
Happy Thursday Friends!
24
Feb
things I don’t want to hear
Conversation between Sandi and Hunter
H- What happens if you mix ammonia and chlorine bleach together?
S- I don't know, google it.
H -Why can't you google it? I am already on the terrorist watch list.
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Conversation between Brandon and Sandi
S- I am ordering clothes from Matilda Jane.
B- Who did you get them for?
S- Me.
B- They make clothes for old people?
S- Go to hell.
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An observation by Jazzi
I was making spanish rice the other night. I had a tube of ground beef over the pan and I was squeezing it out.
Jazzi walks by and says, "That looks like someone going to the bathroom."
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A conversation between Sandi and her dad
D- Did you call Loralee?
S- No I didn't call her and I am not going to call her.
D- I want the phone number she mistakingly texted.
S- Stop it DAD!
D- I have to meet this Bethiny from the office. She would work in this area right? It was a 949 area code?
S- STOP!
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A conversation between Sandi and Hadley
H-Mom?
S-What?
H- Never mind, I chickened out.
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"The toilet's clogged."
"There is nothing to eat."
"I am bored."
"Where's Pickle?"
"Ty peed all over the bathroom."
"There is nobody to play with."
"I can't find my shoes."
"I can't find my homework."
"Tang has a MOUSE!"
"We found her clothes and a diaper, but we can't find her."
"The remotes not working."
"The internets not working."
"The cats ate another nipple."
"It wasn't me."
"It's not mine."
"You're not the boss of me."
"It's not a school night…. we get to stay up late."
"YOU PROMISED!"
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Let me hear it peeps… What do you hate to hear at your house?
23
Feb
password
I feel like a fraud when I don't share everything with you. I have never been good at keeping my secrets to myself. If they are your secrets, I can keep them without difficulty. They won't keep me up all night long, or tie my stomach in knots. But if it's my secret, or my news, or my thoughts, I need to tell you. I am the friend that calls to tell you about the inappropriate dream I had last night, because "OMG, how embarrassing… has this ever happened to you?"
Give me a friend that will listen to my woes, my deepest darkest thoughts and secrets, and still love me in spite of them, and I am happy. Thankfully, I have a few of those. Sadly, they all live in Utah.
This blog has become my friend. I want to dish my every thought and share my deepest fears. Unfortunately, people that aren't my friends read it. Until about a year ago, all my readers were my friends…. I have learned to deal with the "critics" and hope that if you read, you will become my friend, but if not, that's the way the cookie crumbles.
I am not afraid of you knowing the things I want to share. I am sure judgement will be passed. I am sure unsolicited advice will be doled out. But in the end, you will know me. You may not understand me, but you will have more pieces of the puzzle. Sadly, Brandon has NOT moved past the fear of judgement, because the business we are involved in requires him to maintain some professionalism in the industry. That means I can't blog shit about our business. He doesn't care if I blog about our insane lives, but he draws the line about business matters. That has never been a problem until now, because I needed to BITCH!
When I wrote a huge rant yesterday about the oil world and the stress that comes with it, I was met with a "Hell No! You are not putting that online." So, we compromised with a password protected post.
If you ever want to see just how many readers you have, password protect a post. I thought "giveaways" brought out the readers. Nope, it's a post they can't read.
Thank you all for the kind emails and comments. I gave out twenty five passwords yesterday and I think that is all I am going to do. In the beginning it was the business we were protecting….. But after hearing back from the twenty five people that were allowed to read my post, they seem to think I would get slaughtered online if that post fell into the wrong hands. Surprise surprise. I get slaughtered online for just being born.
Anyway, that password thing is awesome. I can talk all I want about anything I want and not one of you can read it, unless I let you. I think we are on to something here. I heard from so many of you. Most tried to prove they were "nice readers." I had to laugh at some of you. I was getting page and half long emails from people I have never seen on my blog once. The readers that got passwords were people I know, because they comment. I don't expect you to all comment on every post. Hell, I rarely comment on the blogs I read, but if you claim you have been reading me for over a year, and I don't know you at all, and your email doesn't show up in my word press… It makes me go "hmmmm."
If you read me, say "Hi" once in awhile. I love meeting you. I have made awesome friends from blogging. I never would have made them without commenting on their blogs or without them commenting on mine. Friends are so important. I have always known this, but, there is nothing like packing up and moving away from all of them to make you really appreciate just how important having a friend is. This little blog has brought on it's share of enemies, but I will take every one of them to have the friendships that I enjoy because of this place. Thank you all for making it fun to be here everyday.
Life is still stressful, it will be for a few more days. But that's life.. right? Life is not all sunshine and rainbows, even in this house.
Happy Tuesday Friends!
22
Feb
more sunshine and rainbows
Because even if I've lost my groove, I still have cute kids and live in paradise.
…I can't stand it. She makes my heart swell. I think she is the most beautiful baby in the WORLD!