It’s all about me, plus more about me

Okay, let me be honest I really haven’t done so good at the whole tagging thing. I love to read others tags, and when tagged I always have the best of intentions of doing them. However, somehow I don’t ever get it done. Here’s the truth. I have been successfully striving for new levels of lazy. That’s right, my bloggen’ bone is 8% good intentions and the reaming 92% laaazzzyyy! So in an attempt to make good, I am going to be hosting an “It’s all about me!” party here at My Life Unedited. I can hear the squeals of anticipation now; it’s hard to contain this level of excitement. I was going to ask everyone to bring a gift for my party hosted by me for me, but I figured that my little sister, Jami, would be the only one that would actually bring one, and you can only use so many good intended gag gifts before they start to wear on your self-esteem. So, here’s how the par-tay is going to work. I am going to toil furiously in the blogging trenches to post one tagged post a day for an entire week. Did you hear that? One a day. For a week. In other words: don’t expect too much. One a day, for an entire week! I’m frazzled and crazed, people. FRAZZLED AND CRAZED!! So here goes.

My cousin, Janita, tagged me for this meme a good month and a half ago. Instruction: Answer the questions with one word or a little more.
1. Where is your cell phone? Good question
2. Your significant other? Love
3. Your hair? Blonde
4. Your mother? Accommodating
5. Your Father? Supportive
6. Your favorite thing? Laughing
7. Your dream last night? Oh, so weird!
8. Your favorite drink? Diet Coke
9. Your dream goal? Always be happy.
10. The room you’re in? Toy/Family Room
11. Your hobby? Decorating
12. Your fear? Death of loved one.
13. Where do you want to be in 6 years? Not sure.
14. What you’re not? Scrapbooker
15. Muffins? On sale at Albertsons. (Thanks Stacy)
16. One of your wishlist item? Bigger vehicle
17. Where you grew up? Stone/Filer
18. Last thing you did? Colored Winnie the Pooh with Bryn
19. What are you wearing? Blue velour jogging suit (no laughing its laundry day)
20. Favorite gadget? Laptop & iPod
21. Your pets? Nope, not a one!
22. Your computer? Essential
23. Your mood? Comfortable
24. Missing someone? Grandma B.
25. Your car? To small
26. Something you’re not wearing? Shoes
27. Favorite store? Ross Dress for Less
28. Like someone? Great friends
29. Favorite color? Red & Black
30. When was the last time you laughed? Today
31. When was the last time you cried? Sunday!

That’s all for now. My little pigtailed puppy dog is nipping at my heels demanding that I get her some more doggy food (a.k.a. Coco Puffs) and some water that she can slurp out of a bowl. I’m not going to complain ‘cause a it sure beats the all-consuming game of fetch that me and the little doggy just finished.

Not sure how these two things fit together...

We have officially spent the last few days at our house suffering from The Great Epidemic of ‘08. Spence and Brynlee have both been infected by the stomach bug. And let me tell you it was a mean bug. A very, very mean bug! Let me be completely honest, I feel like I have been run over by a dreadfully large truck. A truck that after running over me, backed up to do it again. All the middle-of-the night comforting, cleaning up the “oh so close, but not quite to the toilet” messes and the 324 loads of laundry that The Great Epidemic has caused has knocked me three notches beyond exhaustion. Brynlee is asleep now. My husband is lying on the couch snuggling Jace and watching some crime show with the sound muted (Don’t ask me why! I’m guessing it’s for added suspense.) And I finally feel that I can relax. Let me tell you a few things that I have learned from The Epidemic of ‘08:

• If your two-year-old wakes up at 2:00 in the morning complaining that her tummy feels funny. Don’t pick her up and snuggle her. Oh, please don’t pick her up and snuggle her. It’s gross.
• The first time your little girl throws up she is not going to have a clue what just happened. The weirdness of it all may cause her to run and hid. Bless her little puking heart.
• Washing an oversized down comforter and a pillow in the same load of wash may cause your washer to eject a bit a smoke.
• If your child has thrown up four times during the night, and you are completely out of extra sheets and bedding, don’t resort to putting her in your bed. If it’s happened four times already it’s going to happen again. Promise. And it will only leave you with more bedding to wash.

Say a quick prayer for me (oh yeah, and for Spence and Brynlee) that all this fun ends soon. And in the mean time let me tell you about our wonderful weekend. On Sunday Spencer blessed our little Jace. It was a beautiful blessing and made me love my little guy that much more. I am so amazingly blessed to have such a wonderful husband and two breathtaking children. They really are my world. Thank you so much to all the friends and family that came to support us on Jace’s big day. It really did mean a lot to see so many members of the family there. Also, I have some great friends. Thanks Breah and Kali Jo. You guys rock! I also have to mention that we missed those of you that weren’t able to attend, I know that you would have loved to have been there.

The M. Family

The B. Family

Brookie, Alan and Jace

Spencer, Jace and Spence's dad

Me and Jace, My Dad and My Grandpa B.

Here is little Jace on his big day. Look at all the cute little faces that he pulls in these pictures. I think he might get the facial expressions from my side. Oh yeah, and his dad. I zoomed in a little closer for your viewing pleasure! Thanks again to everyone for making the trip down and I hope that none of you end up with The Great Epidemic of ’08.

See how I tied that all together there at the end? I’z gotz skillz.

A Trick-or-Treating Threat

Because I am positive that there are still kids out there that are exactly like my hubbie was when he was a kiddo.

This is Halloween, This is Halloween

Hope everyone had a grand Halloween filled with Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups and Snicker bars and not those ghetto peanut butter nougats in the orange and black wrappers. Those things can seriously ruin the best of Halloweens. In case you are wondering (and I am sure you are), we had a grand ole’ holiday at our house. Because I was slightly worried that Brynlee wasn’t going to get enough Halloween candy to rot out every last one of her baby teeth I suggested that we start the Halloween festivities with some pumpkin shaped sugar cookies.

See that red bowl? That is full of extra butter popcorn. ‘Cause the entire batch of cookie dough that we consumed didn’t quite have enough sugar to get us through the dreadful stirring and rolling that sugar cookies entail.I’m also pretty sure that her bare feet in the frosting zone violates a good 114 health code laws, but it’s really a minor thing compared to the fact that after she realized she had frosting on her clothes she finished the task in her underwear (this was after going through three outfits). And I’m not sure what health code laws say about licking all the cookies before they get frosted or eating the sprinkles straight out of the bowl, but I am guessing it’s not good. On a side note, these are not the same cookies that we took to the ward party or to your house Katie. I know you just gagged a little when you read that. Then for Halloween, Brynlee was a killer, a queen, a bumblebee. She tried to talk me in to letting her go as hobo as evidenced in this picture where the costume is modeled by its designer. I insisted that she be the bee since I had already made the cute little tutu and she agreed.

My little guy was a pumpkin. He threw a bit of a fit because he wanted to be something scary for Halloween, not a silly old pumpkin. Plus, he argued that all the kids his age were going to be pumpkins. I bribed him with a few extra treats and he gave in, but claimed that he wasn’t going to have fun and definitely would NOT be smiling. Here is the little bumblebee and her daddy heading off to go trick-or-treat a few neighbors…in which I was not invited. Brynlee saw an episode of Caillou where Caillou and his daddy go trick-or-treating and the mama stays home with the baby. And since we do everything that we see on TV she was prompted to do the same. And here she is afterwards with the fruit of her labors. I think she might have inherited a small bit of the OCD from her mama, the proof is in the way she organized all her treats before eating even one. Happy Halloween!