I guess Martha Stewart is okay afterall

I have never been a follower of Martha. I just am not a fan of snooty, holier-than-thou type, rich white women, and that is how she comes across to me. Well, I have had a conversion of sorts. You see, I subscribed to a magazine that I LOVED called Blueprint. Well, I got a postcard the other day saying it was no longer being published, *tear*, and that they would be sending Martha Stewart Living to honor the remainder of my subscription. I was not thrilled with this news. I finally had a chance to sit down and flip thru it a bit, and I kind of like it. But I'm drawing the line with the magazine, I just KNOW I would not be able to tolerate watching or listening to her.


So at about 6:30 last night, all of the sudden my tooth started THROBBING! Took 4 tylenol, didn't help. Took 8 more, still did nothing, Sent Bill to his mom's to get pain meds. It helped a little. Went to dentist at 7:30 this morning. Guess what I got? Yep...a root canal!


I go to get my clothes laid out for church, and on the way to my closet I remember the light bulb burned out yesterday. Now I could just change it, but then I have to go get the ladder, etc. So I go get a flashlight knowing FULL WELL that I have to pass Bill on the way. Maybe he'll get the clue since he didn't yesterday when I ASKED him to change it then. So he sees me. He gets the clue. But then he says, "Where are the lightbulbs?" Oh no...he DID NOT just ask that. Really? We have lived here for FOUR freakin' years, and they have been in the SAME spot all this time. Why must everyone ask me were something is EVERY single time? Your either:

A) not putting somthing back were it belongs


B) This is the first time your doing it

Either way, I see it as a problem!


When I got on this morning, Paris is there to greet me on my homepage, People.com. (I'm sad & pathetic...I know this already.) Anyhoodle...I LOVE her hair. Then I got thinking, um...I wonder if THAT hair would look good on me? I took ablout 7 inches off a couple months back, but it still looks the same. I don't like anything that looks to fussy or high maintenance. I have to have bangs to cover the roadmap on my forehead, and this style looks like it does that. I don't know, what do you think? Would that cut & style look good on me? Or am I smokin' crack again.


Uno, Dos, Tres, Quatro!

One of my favorite blogs, Not Winning Mother of the Year, (I found her because she had the title that I wanted for mine) did this, and I am considering myself tagged for the 4 Things: Here they are.

4 jobs I've had:

1. delivering newspapers as a child.
2. Discover Credit Card - accounting dept.
3. American Express
4. Last 15 years - mom

4 places I've been: My favorites and all within the last year:

1. Seattle
2. NYC
3. Vancouver, B.C.
4. San Francisco

4 movies I've watched over & over:

1. Joe Dirt
2. Mr. & Mrs. Smith (seriously, could two people be ANY hotter?)
3. Breakfast at Tiffany's
4. A Little Princess

4 shows I watch: During strike

1. The Amazing Race
2. The Real Housewives of Orange County (they now have a NYC version - TV GOLD!!!!) (Bravo)
3. Little People, Big World (TLC)
4. Extras (HBO)

4 places I'd rather be right now:

1. Vancouver
2. shopping. I'm tired of trying to be good.
4. Actually, I AM in my favorite place - home!

4 favorite things I eat:

1. watermelon with mexican spices on it.
2. Nutri System zesty herb snack. Love it!!!!
3. Chicken Tandori Wrap from Jugo Juice.
4. Tiger Milk Bar that I cut up in little tiny pieces so it seems like there is more.

4 places I've lived:

1. Mesa, AZ - 1 house all of childhood
2. Phoenix, AZ It was the upstairs of a guest house surrounded by trees, It was only 250 sq. feet (kitchen, bath & bedroom) so it felt like I lived in a little tree house..
3. Glendale, AZ
4. Back to Mesa

4 things I look forward to this year:

1. NOT looking forward to turning 39.
2. Getting in shape.
3. whatever obstacles come my way, so I can see what lesson I'm supposed to learn from it.
4. Continuing to spend time with LoveStud & kids!

If you haven't done this - then TAG your it!


Happy Valentine's Day!

A Valentine's poem from Holly:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
I sure do love you.

The sky is blue
the grass is green
Your not mean.

Thursday 13: My transportation through the years

Early 70's: Bicycle with banana seat. Of course.

Late 70's: Light pink Schwinn bicycle from DI (a thrift store) that had a HUGE seat and baskets on the back for delivering my newspapers. It tipped over every time I filled it up with the papers.

1985: First car was a yellow Vega that my parents bought from the lady across the street. Every time you started it, it smelled like rotten eggs. Try driving THAT to high school.

1986: My dad's 1980's green Chevy Caprice Classic. He switched the Vega with me. He didn't care if they made fun of it at Motorola.

1987: Twinkie. A 1967 yellow VW. The first car that I paid for with my own money. It was $500, I LOVED that car. I wrecked it on the first day, I rear-ended a Toyota 4x4, so the hood was L shaped from then on out. Then a boyfriend decided he would rebuild the engine for me, it sat in his garage in a million pieces forever, then my dad picked it up, and gave it a new life and a new owner. I'm so sad, I have NO pictures of that car, just fond memories. I once fit a couch in that car that I got at a yardsale, THAT'S impressive.

1990: Nissan Sentra. Bland but practical for the time.

1991: Hyundai Excel. Bill wrecked it, twice. I had a front license plate that said "HOTT" I'm so embarrassed.

Early 90's: Chevy Luv, keys got lost, so Bill had to hotwire it every time by jamming a screwdriver in the ignition. Then one time he was coming home to the barrio, and the Police had it all blocked off and were stopping everyone. The description they had was of a similar truck like ours. They had a bull horn and told Bill to turn off the car and throw the keys on the ground. He threw out the screwdriver. TRUE STORY.

Mid 90's: As our family grew, we needed a bigger car, but had NO money. NONE. Bill's mom knew an old lady that was selling a full size Buick Station wagon for $500. We wrote her a check that bounced twice before it cleared. I feel really bad about that. Anyways...her name was Ann Fox and she had personalized plates that said A. Fox. So we drove around with this HUGE car with no AC and those plates. Good Times.

Late 90's: Hand me down Astro van from my parents. Thanks, mom & dad.

2000: Blue/purple Ford Windstar. Boy I thought we were living large. It started EVERY time, had AC & heat, a radio, and I could park it the first time I tried.

2004: GMC Yukon. I got it vs. a suburban because I didn't want to be "stereo-typed" and thought it was COMPLETLY different than a suburban.

Current: Chevy Suburban. I caved, I am what I am. (No, we are not "people of color," not that there's anything wrong with that. Bill picked out the rims, he's WAY flashier than me.)


The Will

I saw this chaise a couple months ago, and it was lust at first sight! Of course, because it was cheetah print and I have a uncontrollable weakness for all things in animal print, I had to have it. (In a previous life I'm convinced I must have been an older Jewish woman living in Florida or New Jersey. That's the only explanation I have.) Anyways, we didn't have anyplace to put it so it stayed at the store. End of story...or so I thought.

Fast forward to 2 weeks ago, Bill calls me from Jeff's cell phone, and says "so...Jeff & I are at Razmataz, do you still want that thing?"

Here's where you need some backstory info: Bill gives a VERY narrow window of opportunity. You can ask or request something for years and you think it is falling on deaf ears, then out of the clear blue sky he'll say things like:

Did you still want the loft enclosed?
Okay they'll be here in a hour.


Do you still want to go to Hawaii?
Okay, were leaving in 10 minutes.

So I've learned to just roll with it, and figure out the details AFTER the fact. So, back to the chaise...Of COURSE I said Yes. No brainer - just look at how cute it is. Nevermind the fact that I had absolutley NOWHERE to put it. So a few days later, the delivery truck shows up with it and sticks it in the entry way. Holly & Emmy come home, and the FIRST THING out of Holly's mouth is not

"OHH how cute! or "where are we going to put it?"

No, it's...


Anyways...I rearranged everything a hundred times to try to make it work and I got figured out.


Renaissance Festival

It wasn't NEARLY as bad as I thought it would be, If I were being completely honest, I would have to tell you that I actually had a blast.

However, I did find the Turkey Legs completely disgusting. I almost gagged watching everyone walk around gnawing on them like they were cavemen.

* Me & my Knight Austin

Last night we packed a picnic and went to the park for FHE. It was so much fun! It's been a couple of years since we did that. As your kids get older you don't realize what you don't do, until your not doing it anymore. Okay that kind of didn't make since, but for example: reading stories to your kids, you do it everyday and then they are reading on their own so it slows down, and then it's just them reading. I'm getting sad. Moving along....

Now here is the part where you all get really jealous. Guess where I'm going today? The Renaissance Festival with 120 6th graders.



Before &



With the writer's strike (BOO!!) and there being nothing on TV, we dicided to try something we hadn't seen. So we got into Lost. We blew threw the first 2 seasons, but have had trouble finding time for the 3rd, it's taken us about a month! Yesterday morning we got all our chores & errands done fairly early, so at about 4:00 we parked ourselves on the couch and watched Lost for the rest of the night. Oh my Gosh...It is SO good! And I think we will probably get to finish it up today, YEAH!!!


Thursday 13

I like the Thursday 13 feature that I see on some of the blogs I visit. So I will be doing it as well. This first one is actually stolen property from annoyed-partyofone.com. But I loved it, so there! Thanks Jennifer!

13 Quotes from my favorite TV couple - Frank & Marie

1. Marie Barone: I don’t lose things, Frank. I’m organized.
Frank Barone: Not organized, insane! She’s got a shoebox labeled pieces of string too small to use.

2. Frank Barone: I could have eaten a box of Alpha-Bits and crapped a better interview!

3. Marie Barone: He hates it when I cry. It reminds him of our wedding night.

4. Marie Barone: Your father, his idea of culture is an undershirt with sleeves.

5. Frank Barone: Holy crap!

6. Frank Barone: What in the holy name of crap are you talking about?

7. Marie Barone: I have my own opinions. I’m not just some trophy wife.
Frank Barone: Trophy wife? What contest in hell did I win?

8. Marie Barone: We haven’t had a conversation for 35 years.
Frank Barone: I didn’t want to interrupt!

9. Frank Barone: Maybe that’s why I like animals. Woof. Moo. Quack. They tell it like it is.

10. Marie Barone: Who keeps pornography for twenty-nine years?
Frank Barone: Anyone married to you.

11. Marie Barone: You’ve read the Bible, Frank?
Frank Barone: I’ve read plenty of damn bibles!

12. Marie Barone: Well I think it’s sad when people start having surgery to make themselves bigger.
Frank Barone: Marie did it the natural way. Pound cake!

13. Frank Barone: What kind of an idiot would spend $80 for a canoe ride?
Marie Barone: Some people think a canoe ride can be romantic.
Frank Barone: I take it, you never saw “Deliverance”.
Yesterday was crazy, as wednesdays always are. Then last night we had YW New Beginnings with Holly. She had to give a talk and as she was up their speaking, I just got completely overwhelmed. She is "the girl" that I dreamed of being at her age. Actually she is the girl I dream of being now. You should have seen her, she is 13 and when she gets up to speak it is amazing. She is ALWAYS the one who is asked to give talks at these kinds of things, and she has always written it on her own with no help from me. I remember one time she had to give a talk in Sharing Time, and when she was done, the Primary President leaned over to her and asked if she could go make a copy of her talk. She was 8. It was THAT good.

Sidenote: I lost 3 more pounds...yay me!


I was going through my iPhoto organizing & cleaning it up, when I came across this photo I had dropped into it. I am fascinated by it. Is it real? Is it photo-shopped?

Why am I SO wierd with things like this?


For those of you sitting on pins & needles waiting for my drywall update, here it is:

Yes, they showed up. Not at 8:00 as agreed, but at 9:15. fine.

10:00 they took a break.

10:30 I went out to the car to go run an errand, they are still taking a break. But in Cool Guys car I see feet on the dashboard of the passengers side. That's kind of weird, but okay. Then as I pull out of the driveway I see that the feet actually belong to a girl. As in THE GIRLFRIEND CAME TO WORK WITH COOL GUY!!!! I was beyond dumbfounded. So I go do my errand, when I get back home they are still taking a break. About 10 minutes later Old Mexican & Cool Guy come in the house and it was all I could do to keep myself in check, so all I said was "you guys WILL be DONE TODAY, RIGHT?" They said, "uhhhhh...yeah." At this point I figure Girlfriend must have just been dropping him off. So I go in my bedroom and watch a Little House on the Prairie marathon to keep myself from saying anymore to them. Well, as the day goes on and on, and my being a prisoner of my bedroom, I keep hearing Freckles and all the other dogs in the neighborhood barking. Non-stop all day. I think, this is riduculous what the heck is going on. I sneak out of bedroom, go through laundry room to back yard, Freckles is barking like a mad dog at the gate, so I peek through the edge and what do I see. GIRLFRIEND SITTING IN THE BACK OF THE TRUCK.....WITH THEIR HUGE DOG! She never left.

At this point I really don't know what to do, I don't want to go completely off on them because I don't know if Bill will be mad at me or not. (He's @ the FBR so I can't call and confer w/him) The company they work for does work for Bill, so I don't want to screw anything up for him. Plus, I know once I start, I won't stop. That's how I roll. (Go ask the Chevy dealership, they'll tell ya!) So anyways, I go back to my room for the rest of the day, and WATCH Little House while LISTENING to the dogs bark.

At 3:00 I came out to welcome kids home, walked in family room and Girlfriend was there. I don't know what time she came in. No, I didn't say anything, just acted like she was invisible. At 4:30 they were finally done.



Yesterday morning the drywall guys FINALLY came to do the loft. Which by the way, I had to cancel my hair appointment for, so I could be here. Fine, whatever. So anyways, there is two of them. The first one is a Mexican man about 50-ish, the second is a very early's 20-ish too-cool-for-school type, who pulls up in a brand new black Charger. I later find out he is the drywall company owner's son. Well, of course he is, which explains why he did NOTHING all day long. He just sat on the edge of the couch and talked to the old man the WHOLE time, which kept him from working at a speedy pace. I was so frustrated by the end of the day. I just wanted to tell them to shut up and start working!

They were here all day and didn't get crap done. I'm tellin' you, if that same scenario goes down today, I WILL be saying something to the likes of, "Look, if your not going to work, then you need to leave, so HE can work"

Am I out of line?