Tag- You're It!!

Four Jobs I Have Had

1. Receptionist
2. Delivery girl for Airborne Express
3. CNA
4.Medical Transcriptionist

Four Movies I Watch Over and Over

1. Tommy Boy
2. Multiplicity (Pizza Stheve)
3. See Spot Run
4. Mickey Blue Eyes ( forget about id)

Four Places I have Lived

1. Utah
2. Utah
3. Utah
4. Utah

Wow. I really have seen the world huh?

Four T.V. Shows I Watch

1. Moonlight
2. Medium
3. Samantha Who?
4. American Idol

Four Places I have Been

1. Tiajuana, Mexico
2. Vancouver, Canada
3. San Diego, California
4. Dallas, Texas

Okay so I guess I have seen just beyond the edge of our world (No. America)

Four People who Email me regularly

1. Kelly
2. My Mom
3. Austin
4. American Eagle

Four Favorite Things to Eat

1. Spaghetti Factory
2. Reeses Peanut Butter Cups
3. Fresh Fruit
4. Tigers Blood Snow Cones in the Summer

Four Places I'd rather Be

1. In a Size 6 Jeans.
2. On a Pirate Ship with Captain Jack Sparrow
3. At Matthew McCoughnahay's House
4. Riding in the pouch of a Kangaroo (always wanted to do that when I was little.)

Four Things I look Forward to This Year

1. Maysen's Baptism
2. My Ten Year Wedding Anniversary (maybe I'll get a real Honeymoon.)
3. Logan starting Kindergarten.
4. The road while I am driving.

Four People to Tag

1. Kimbie
2. Kelly
3. Steve
4. Mom

The Dreaded White Van

So last night, I went out at 9pm with my sister in law to go walking. We were just minding our own business when all of a sudden the dreaded white van that Steve is always talking about slowly drove past us.

At first I thought nothing of it, but then when we were on a completely different street, it drove past again. At this point, I didn't know what to do. There were so many options. Do I toss my wallet away from me or do I run zigzag in case he has a gun? I was totally ready to use my elbow if I needed to and if they would have captured us, I was ready to break out the taillights and stick my arms out and wave them like crazy hoping everyone would see.

Luckily, we made it safely home without any harm. It's probably because we had our pepper spray and my unicorn dog with us. Or maybe it was just Steve in a rental van out to scare all of the women in the neighborhood. I don't really know, you will have to draw your own conclusion.

All I know is that it was a very close call and I was so thankful that we made it home safely.

NEW KIDS ON THE BLOCK- NEW AGAIN?

So I recently learned that the New Kids on the Block are getting back together. What? I mean, does it really work when the boys from a boy band are now 40+ years old? I think that would mean that they are a man band? Right? Who wants to see that? Don't get me wrong, they were great in their time, but now? Guess we will wait and see huh? So if any of you closet NKOTB fans want to register and get on exclusive email lists among other things, I will include the link below.

I wonder what will happen when History repeats itself this time? Here is the link to check it out for yourself. www.nkotb.com

Hit a Pin and Win

So, I think I officially became eligible to enter the Looney Bin yesterday. Oh wait, I think I became eligible for that a long time ago. It was Logan's birthday and Brad and I were brave and took two 3 year olds, two 4 year olds, two 5 year olds, one 6 year old, one 7 year old, and a baby to the bowling alley. Wow!

Between all the bathroom breaks (seriously one kid every two minutes, some children twice), and the wandering off by the three year old that only wanted to play the arcade games to the children pushing the reset button all the time, to all the kids yelling at once, to Trey walking up other peoples alley,we surprisingly enough got through the occasion with no serious problems.

They had a lot of fun though and 4 year old Hayley won the game with a whopping score of 126. Way to Go Hayley. I think I will try the bumpers next time. Maybe it will improve my game. After three hours of bowling, Pizza, cake and presents, we finally called it quits and drove them all home.

My mom emailed this to me. I thought it was hilarious and thought I would share. Enjoy. Good thing we don't have smellervision. Please ignore the profanity, but this was too funny to pass up sharing it.

Chemical Peel-ing

Okay so lately I have asked myself the question over and over again of why, now that I am 30, and well past the puberty stage, do I start to breakout like a teenager again after a good ten years of keeping my skin relatively clear. Thanks to Accutane (Not, just gave me my scars, and ruined my eyesight among other side effects).

So after spending a lot of money in the past few months on face wash after face wash, I decided to indulge myself by trying something new. Chemical peels. Chemical peels are intended to
get rid of aging spots, improve skin texture, reduce pore size, and tighten the skin among other amazing results.

I set my appointment with Alicia and she came and did a glycolic acid peel, no big deal. Turned out great. A couple weeks later, set up another appointment and Alicia says, " Let's try something stronger". I tell her I am game for anything that is going to help my skin and to be as aggressive as she feels necessary. Here goes nothin.

Aside from the feeling of my skin burning off, I am still excited to get rid of my bad skin. Besides how bad could it be? Right?

Well, the first day I was a little red, and the second day............. Well, this is how I felt and looked.

At this point, I am running scared because my skin was so tight from the chemical peel, that I couldn't smile and it was starting to wrinkle up. Then I notice, oh it is starting to peel so I think, like a mask peel, its going to peel off like after a sunburn turns to a tan right? So I go to peel a little bit off my forehead, and pretty much my whole dang forehead came off. Totally raw underneath and very painful.

At that point, I am thinking that I am doomed and my face will be like this forever and that I am going to have to start wearing an ugly bag over my head and go throughout life. I would probably just use one from our Scout skit or something. Desperate, I call Alicia's cell phone to tell her my horror story and get only her polite voicemail telling me,"I can't promise I will call you back, but you are welcome to leave a message." Of course I leave a message and hang up the phone.

I am too impatient at this point to wait for her to call me back, so I call a girl that used to work on my brothers skin and talked to her about the situation.

She told me that the skin had been peeled off prematurely and I would have to wait for it to tighten up again and dry out, but to let it peel on its own, in its own time. She told me I would reap great rewards for waiting it out for a few rough days.

So, will I go through this experience again, ABSOLUTELY. If it will clear up my skin, I will do anything, as torturous as it may be. Bring it on.

So, if Michele Pfiefer can go from this....

to this.......then there has got to be some hope for me right? In the meantime, please, as hard as it may be, refrain from asking me weird questions such as: Oh, are you the leper who never got healed, or what the @*$! happened to your face?

It's okay to laugh at me, just keep it inside. After all, I would probably laugh if it happened to someone else.

P.S. Michele, what is your secret?? Chemical peel or a Shooting Star's heart? Please be truthful.

From the Mouths of Babes (Part 2)

From the Mouths of Babes (Part 1)

So I was going back and reading out of the journals I started for each of my kids when they were little of little funny things that they say or cute things they do. Yes, I am now two or three years behind so I need to be better. I was laughing at some of the different things that my kids have said and wanted to share one or two with you.

A few years back, when Maysen was probably 4 years old, he was in the back seat of the car and my little brother had asked me to take his friend Steve home. All the way there in the car, Maysen kept staring at Steve. I kind of wondered what was up with that.

After Steve got out of my car, Maysen asked my little brother if that was Steve. My brother, Austin, replied, "Yes." Maysen then proceeded to ask, "If that is Steve, then where is side table drawer.?" My little brother's friend Steve was wearing a green striped t-shirt with two different shades of green and had dark hair. He looked a lot like Steve from Blue's Clues. I could see how a 4 year old could be confused by that.

Another time, Brad was trying to leave for work when Logan jumped out in front of the door and said,"No, you can't go to work, you have to stay home with us." Brad told him that he wished he could stay home with us but he had to go to work. Logan then proceeded to get his mean face on (those of you that know him well, know which face I am talking about) and said, "Dad, do you wanna piece of me?" I guess children really do repeat what they hear as Brad and I joke in that manner a lot.

Okay, I just edited this post because I originally wasn't going to post this next story as I would not want to offend anyone reading it. After some thinking, I decided that I would take that risk and post it anyway.

About three years ago, Maysen said something and referred to his chest as breasts. I then explained that women had breasts and men had pecks. He then said," So Aubrey's mom next door has pecks right?" I reminded him again that women had breasts not pecks. He got really upset and said, " NO she doesn't mom, she has pecks. There is nothing there and her chest is flat like mine. She has pecks."

So to all you women out there who are flat chested, sorry. Okay, let's be truthful, no I'm not. Besides it can be just as hard to have the exact opposite problem.

Just another Day in Paradise?

So the day began as any other day. The sun shining in through the windows and the sound of birds chirping to awaken you from a full, restful night of sleep. NOT!

Waking up to a child shaking you saying "Mom I"m hungry, after a night of one child in your bed laying the wrong way kicking you and your husband out of the bed giving you only a small sliver of space to sleep, or better yet , making you sleep at the other end, or move out to the couch.

So I started into the normal ritual of life and got the toddler a yogurt. I set him up to the table to eat it. I still had not had time to take a potty break for myself yet so I decide to indulge myself for that two minutes of pure serenity in the bathroom. (If you count the other child pounding on the door the whole time serenity.) I was gone for two minutes, TWO MINUTES. What the.....

I came back to a child who had climbed off his chair, went into the office and was flinging yogurt all over everything, including the Dog.













Okay, I say to myself, just let it go and move on with your day, and as I am cleaning it up, yip you guessed it, he was off on another venture.

With Marker in hand, he drew a masterpiece on one of the doors in the house. Can anyone say "Terrible Two's"?
So I put him in time out but I really don't think he cared much.
Seriously, what happened to my sweet, sweet baby? He's got to be in there somewhere right?

By this time I'm thinking of how worn out I am and was thinking it's okay, the day is almost over. Oh what, it's only 10:00 A.M. Aw Crap! Well, the day can't get much worse than this right? Wrong! As the day wore on, we had plenty of tantrums, some big, some little.

By the time the day was nearing its end, I decide to go to my sisters to have her color my hair. Maybe this will help with my sanity. Bad idea. The kids had full reign of the house and sure enough, halfway through the color, we have to rinse it out and head to the Instacare as the toddler has cut his head and has a huge hematoma the size of Texas above his right eye. I actually think it was also the shape of Texas as whatever he hit his head on, engraved the shape of that object into his head.

Luckily, he didn't need stitches after all but my hair was in serious need of some desperate help. I wasn't about to walk around with half my head colored for much longer so I talk my sister into letting me come over after my hubby was home and the kids sound asleep.

I did get the pampering I needed and much deserved after the day I had just endured. Too bad in order to get the pampering I needed, I had to do it at midnight. Oh well, I'll take it when I can get it.

I finally get home and to sleep by 3:00 A.M. just to be up in 3 1/2 hours to do it all again.

To all you moms out there, keep up the good work, and always remember "And this too shall Pass".You are doing a great job!!