Sunday, January 3, 2016

So this is Star Wars

   I knew what was going to happen.
   I just knew.
    I was going to turn on this old ass movie, made before I was even born mind you, and I was going to FORCE myself to watch it in it's entirety. I would sit there and try to watch, end up playing on my phone, glancing over occasionally and would ask my husband for a recap on the plot points I had missed the last 10 minutes because I wasn't "really" paying attention. 
But I was GOING to watch Star Wars by-god! Because everyone else in the world had and it was apparently "liked" by some right?
This is what I knew would happen.

   But instead, something else happened.
   I instead found myself just a smidge interested in what was unfolding before my eyes. And I noticed that my phone battery was starting to die because I kept letting the screen time out from lack of attention.
    I'm not exactly sure how much time passed but the next thing I knew it was 1:00 in the morning, Episode 4 just ended and I found myself legitimately pissed that it was over and upset because I just had to watch the next one and it was just too damn late to really give it my full attention.

So wait. THAT is Star Wars?
But that was actually really cool!
And Princess Leia... she was a total bad ass! She was really a part of the story and not just an attractive woman thrown in there for the boys to stare at and to make the ladies feel "included".

I get it now.

    All this time... I missed out. So much time spent rolling my eyes at "geeks" or the die hard Star War fanatics because really, "what was the big deal anyway?"
I watched it when I was kid and really I thought the whole thing was rather dull and boring and to be honest Barbies and play-dough just seemed much more exciting at the time. "Lets make Barbie marry Ken and have TWO babies this time!"

    I just wasn't ready. The force was weak with me, and I wasn't willing to understand all that was being put in front of me.

    For the next few nights after my husband and I put the kids to bed we plopped down in front of the tube and would continue our journey to a galaxy far, far away.

    Now we were ready.
Ready for the next installment of the story. Ready to go into the theater to watch Episode 7 with confidence that we knew who was who, we knew the story, we belonged.
I looked very forward to taking my son to go see the next chapter of the saga and truly hoped I wouldn't be disappointed.
I wasn't.

    It wasn't as ass kicking as I had hoped for, it was much-much better!

I'm 34 years old and feel I have found myself a new childhood hero!

    Daisy Ridley put forth a mind boggling performance portraying Rey (the main female lead for those of you unaware of the key elements). This film, at least in my opinion, was true to the Star Wars name. It carried it's weight, and was every bit as enjoyable as all the hype led me to believe and I am giddy at the thought of having a new thing to be excited about.

   Can I convince my youngest daughter that we "really do need a Star Wars birthday party", even though she has never seen it, nor has heard of any of the characters?
I'll at least try.

    All I can say is that I can't wait to pass on the tradition of forcing my daughters to sit down and watch this story, assured that they will find it as dull and boring as I did. Until one day the force awakens in them and they begin their journey to a new galaxy, far-far away.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Ewww! I mean...This poor child

Oh little Savanna... my sweet little girl, you are a medical nightmare.

Most of you reading this know that our first daughter Abby is a tank. She is the size of a small 5 year old (at 2 years old), and there ain't nothin' that can get this girl down. When Abby plays, she plays hard. She has the bruises and scrapes to prove it. She gets hurt, "I'm ok!" is usually the first thing you will hear. Fever? Doesn't slow her down a bit.

And then there is Savanna.
(Have you seen the movie "twins?" Scott made a joke one day that Abby got all the good genes like Arnold's character and Savanna got the left over stuff like Danny Devito's character. Sad, but true.

This poor girl got her mommy's immune system. Anything that is going around, she will get it, and it will be x100. Ever since she was born there has been something wrong with her in one way or another. And the last 10 days have been no exception.
In fact if you have a extra seconds in those prayers, maybe throw a shout out for her in there.

Our little girl has some form of herpes. Yep herpes (oral)... She was taken to urgent care last week and we were told it was Herpangina. Basically her whole mouth had filled up with blisters. But now after a little more research I'm thinking it's actually primary herpetic gingivostomatitis. Reason I'm thinking it's this is because it's mainly infecting her gums. OMG, her poor gums! The other reason I'm thinking it's this is because Scott, Abby, and myself have had cold sores in the past and herpangina is EXTREMELY contagious, and so far we are all fine.

What is primary herpetic gingivostomatitis? Well if you have ever had a cold sore, you have the herpes virus. But sometimes in young babies or kids, when they first get it, their bodies freak out and they will get a case of cold sore on steroids.

 I've never seen anything like before. I never knew it could get so bad.

You know sometimes if you look up a disease you will see images of extreme cases and just think "OMG, that poor person. Is this a real photo?"
That's Savanna right now.
Her gums are completely cover in blisters and lesions. Her gums are so inflamed that you can no longer see her teeth, other then small portions of the front 2. The front of her tongue was cover with about 8 cold sores. She has gotten blisters on her legs (None on the foot or hands, so it's not HFM disease) and now they have spread to her chin  and her cheeks. I would try to take a picture of the inside of her mouth but honestly it would just hurt her, and it is truly disgusting. Just the slightest touch to her gums and they bleed. Abby nicked her a little laying down next to her last night, and Savanna didn't really notice, but I got scared to death when she smiled and her mouth was full of blood. I mean full. I got a cotton ball and was trying to soak it up because I honestly though Abby may have knocked out her tooth. I couldn't see her tooth and there was so much blood. Eh, well her teeth are all there. At least as far as I can tell. Like I said, you can't see most of them anymore.

The other night we almost made a trip to the ER because the pain was so much for her. It was like 1:30 am and Scott and I just watched her scream on our bed for about 40 minutes. It was hardest thing to watch. We were right about to go into hospital when the meds started kicking in and she quieted down, and actually became quite perky.

Since that night neither Savanna or myself have quite slept well. I think the worst part is knowing that it's a virus. There is nothing that can be done. Just pain medication, and possibly anti-viral meds but after the first outbreak it shouldn't happen again. Gosh I hope not.
It's day 10 now of this lovely experience and the blisters should be starting to disappear and she should be getting better. However she is still getting new ones and so it's off to the doctors again. Geesh.

Of course it is now 12 days til the funnest week ever and we need to be in tip top shape! So this doc better have a miracle cure, I'll keep you posted.

Friday, May 13, 2011

The discussion

    Now for most things in life, my husband and I see eye to eye. We have never really argued, and we can usually see each others point, and it ends in a "I guess we're both right" kinda way. I think I owe this civility to a handful of bad relationships where I wasn't always willing to be so complacent. But last night we had a discussion up the utmost importance, and it maddened me that I could not get him to see it my way...

"New" Micky Mouse vs. "classic" Micky Mouse.
You will notice a certain trend here in my posts leading up to our vacation. This house is filled with non-top talk of all things Disney, and I love it!

    It started by me asking if for a VERY early birthday gift of decorating the bathroom with a mild Mickey Mouse theme. We talked for a minute, and he knows I like Mickey stuff, and without thinking about it I slipped in "well if you ever get me anything Mickey, make sure it's classic Mickey."
"What do you mean?" He says. "What's the difference?"

"What?!?!" I though to myself. And I married this man?!?!
Now I'm just kidding... but I did feel the need to leave the dinner table and go to the computer to find examples of what I meant. And for those of you poor souls out there that don't know, I'll show you:

This is Classic Mickey:

And this is New Mickey:
And he says, "So what's the difference? They look the same"

Ummmmm, really? Is it just me? Am I crazy? They are totally different! But he just couldn't see it. This led to 10 minutes of pointing to a feature and discussing, pointing to another feature and discussing some more.

I eventually realized I need to pick my battles and I began to let it go.And of course at the end he threw in "Well I guess they might be a little different if you add up all the small stuff."

So it was draw. And once we again we reached common ground. However we never finished the discussion on the bathroom decor. Eh... We'll get back to that one.

But as a side note, we ended up having a great night last night because of our computer scene!
    My daughter Abby LOVES to watch you tube videos of rides from Disneyland... No really.
And it wasn't my doing I swear!
    After her last trip to Disneyland she begged everyday to go back on the pirate ride. It got to be a little old so I decided to find a video of it on you tube and she LOVED IT!!! With her imagination and a computer screen she has gone all the good rides over and over again. She gets really into it! She pretends to sit down, buckle her belt, she will raise her arms when she knows there is a drop, and yell as she reaches the bottom. It's quite a show. But after every short video I hear "mommy can you play it again?"
    But last night Scott came up with the idea of having her watch the parades.
She freaked out and started dancing all over the place. She demanded an audience and made told Scott and I to "sit on the ground and watch me." So we did. And we all danced to the "celebrate" parade. It was quite an evening =)

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

41 more days.

41 more days... 41 more days!!!

   41 more days until my first ever "official" family vacation and I am so stoked! Anyone that know me, knows that my upbringing didn't really allow for any "family vacations". Unless of course you count the one time my mom and I left in the middle of the night to drive 4 hours to my Aunt's house to hide away in a model apartment she managed so my step father wouldn't find us. But that's a story for another time.... But otherwise there have been no trips, no car rides, and I have never been camping or ever even really been to a zoo! (I know, I know) So this is a big deal to me.

    I am normally known for my VERY spur of the moment trips and not the well thought out planned excursions. I must mention that my husband is super awesome because he usually lets me have my way. We're talking 5:00 pm and I say "lets go to Knott's Berry Farm tomorrow".... and the next thing he knows it's 2:00 am and we are trying to navigate to a hotel room. (For those of you not from California, no it's not a berry farm. Think Magic Mountain but with home cooking. I had a few friends at the time say, "You want to go to a berry farm?!?!)

   But in just 41 days my family and I are going to Disneyland/ Disney California Adventure for 6 days. Or I should say California for 6 days, Disney for 4. 4 WHOLE days of nothing but DISNEY!!!!!

I'm a little bit of a Disney dork.

It's going to be so freakin' fabulous, you really have no idea. LOL

  • Disney credit card for Disney Perks and dollars... check! (Don't worry, balance is paid in full about every week. Never even has the chance to gather interest)
  • Reservations made 60 days in advance for Ariel's Grotto, princess greeting dining... check (Oi! It's like $38 a plate... but it's THEE place to eat if you want to see the princess. and we DO!)
  • Reservations made for dining at the Blue Bayou restaurant located in Pirates of the Caribbean... check! (Another pricey meal, but SO good!)
  • Hotel booked at HoJo's... check !(For those of you who are not Disney dorks, this is the most popular resort that is not an actual Disney resort. And it's the closest resort located to Disneyland. Closer then the actual Disney hotel and it's got a water park)
  • Flight booked for the grandmother that is no longer going... check! (Don't get me started on this)
  • Pre-bought all of our Disney Collectible Trading Pins... check!
  • Buy tickets for the sale price... check!
and the best part.... are you ready? READY?!?!? It's already paid for!!! Now everything we set aside is going to be for food and fun! The big stuff is covered. LOVE IT!

   Actually the best part is how excited Abby is. I started introducing her to Disney stuff awhile back and she loves it. We don't have cable, so Abby has never watched the Disney channel, but she sure knows who everyone is! And she is ALL ABOUT the princesses! *sniffle* I thought this day would never come...

   When I started planning this trip, I got what I call, "the Disney itch". So we spur of the moment took Abby and Savanna to Disneyland. That was awhile ago and no kidding that girl still talks about it at least once everyday! She knows we are going back, but doesn't know when. So everyday she asks if we can go.
Won't she be surprised when we actually say "yes!"

So I wait, and wait and wait...
and wait some more.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Doctors.... ARGH!!!!!!

This is a really long and drawn out story about recent trip to the ER, and you are not required to read:

   1st I want to say, I hate shift change time at hospitals. Hate 'em! New nurses and new doctors that have no idea who the heck you are and to be honest they don't seem to really care.
   For the last few weeks, our family has had a little bit of a medical meltdown.To start, our youngest daughter Savanna had been very sick the whole week before Easter. Now I'm not a worry wort parent by any means, but her fevers were high, she wouldn't drink, and couldn't sleep. A few 2:00am trips to the Urgent Care and a week of not sleeping meant that I had no sleep as well. Literally about 10 hours spread out over 5 days.
   I am one of those people that needs sleep. If I don't sleep, I WILL get sick. Not usually, ALWAYS!
If I were a betting gal I could make some easy money because it happens EVERYTIME.....

    Soooooo, Easter Sunday we do a scavenger hunt for the baskets (super fun!), I make a big fatty breakfast (Super Yum!), and I get a little light headed so I decide to take a nap. Now when I woke up from this nap, I felt like I had been hit by a semi-truck. It proceeds to be a major pain in my left ear leading down to my throat on the left side and a fever. Now when I say fever, I mean FEVER. To put it into context for you, when the fever started to get much better, it was temped at 102.6.Yes, I was hating life. Everything got so bad I ended up "loosin' my lunch" and missin' an Easter dinner.
   The following day my kids were taken to a sitter and I had another horrible day. So the moment my wonderful husband gets home we head to the Urgent Care. This urgent care was recommended and I liked this doctor. The waiting room sucked beyond comprehension with it's very hard plastic booth like seats, but the doc was great. I had a fever of 102.8 and that was AFTER taking 200mg of Ibuprofen. He looked me over, gave a strep culture (which was negative), and found that my left ear was just filled with puss. Ewww. Now this doc was awesome and he gave me the best antibiotic, Augmentin. I love me some of this drug! I have taken it many times and it's so kick butt that usually after just 1 pill, I feel oh so much better. He tells me to, "go home and take IB and Tylenol together for the fever and pain for a couple days to let the meds kick in and all should be well." Then he cautions "If the fever is still there after 48 hours, I need to come back right away."

So 1 day passes
Then 2
Then 3...

   On the night of this 3rd day after taking 3.5 days of Augmentin, And being on 600 mg IB and 1000 mg of Tylenol I can't get my temp under 100.2 and I am in major pain in now both sides of my... well everything above my neck. So I force myself to face paint at an event (needed the money due to increasing medical costs) and the we rush off to a different Urgent Care since the one I liked was closed.
   They see that I still have a fever and they do a strep culture. Doc walks in looks me over. "You coughing?" he asks. "Nope" I say. He looks into my mouth and it is COVERED is white puss and white nodules.
"They did a strep test at the last doctor's office right?"
"Yep. Negative."
"Negative?!" He asks very confused.
"Yes negative" I repeat.
"Well my dear, I can see you have a VERY bad case of strep throat and our culture came back positive."
"No, But I was told it was just an ear infection"
"Nope, ears are good. But you have been on Augmentin for 4 days. No matter what it is, it should be gone by now. I'm going to my own culture and see."

    So he does one and leaves. When he returns he has another doctor with him.
"Oddly, this last test said negative! So here's the situation... you have massive infected nodules on the back of your throat and I believe you might actually have a ___insert long technical term___ abscess. I wish I could send you on you way home with a scip, but you are already on the strongest antibiotic we can give here. You need to get to the ER immediately where they will either A) give you a super antibiotic that can only be administered by an IV in a hospital or B) manually drain and remove the abscess.. But you need to go now."

  So to double check he has the other doctor look me over as well and he is just as baffled and he agrees that something needs to be done now due to the fact that I haven't been able to really eat or drink for days and I've lost 5lbs. So we trek across the street and head into the ER with our referral.

   At first we were treated like "ok whatever, you have a sore throat" but then the ER doc came over and took a look. It was basically spelled out to us that yes it was very bad, drugs may work, I need a CT scan and they will take me into the operating room to remove an abscess or the tonsils.

Great... surgery.
I'm scared now. What will we do? Scott can't miss work! Our kids are at home with a babysitter!

   So in-laws are called and my super awesome father in law drives 45 minutes out to our house and sleeps on the couch to watch our girls. Super cool! And everything in the ER goes super fast from that point. Urine test... check. Blood test.... check. IV hooked up... check. Given steroids... check. CT scan... check. After the CT scan I'm told it will be about 30-45 minutes to get the ball rolling and get results. It was fastest things have been done for me in an ER!

But then something strange happens...


It's 3:45 am, I'm in major pain, 3 hours have gone by and we hear nothing from anyone!
I'm getting all stressed about surgery or some crazy new super drug. Scott is stressing about what to tell work because his job is on the line if he misses a day.

And yet, nothing.

4:00 am a new doctor comes into my little assigned area and says... "You're hear for a sore throat?"
The inner me was saying in a very sarcastic tone "uh yeah. I have a sore throat. That's the whole reason I have been waiting in this evil ER, spending waaaay too much money for a damned CTscan, and getting poked and injected, and bracing for surgery. Because of a little sore throat"

But what actually came out was something like, "uuuuuuhhhhhh. Well not just a sore throat" And I proceed to tell him the whole friggin' story you are reading now. And I might add that I have had to go over things with like 6 people already. You would think they would read a chart before they walk in!

"Hmm." He says. And he leaves.
 He returns now with paperwork and also a very condescending, and patronizing manner about him and (with his hand on my thigh![I should mention it was in a weird way]) he proceeds to tell me he doesn't think anything needs to be done. Every looks fine... Everything points to virus. No need for meds. Heck, I don't even need the meds I was on before!

He can tell I'm pissed.

And here's the kicker... He then says that "if it would make me feel better (emotionally)", he will still give me the super antibiotic. Even though in his medical opinion it's totally not needed, he will give it to me if it's what I want and will make me happy.

"Why would I?! You said it wouldn't work. I had 4 doctors tell me one thing, and you tell me something totally different"

He just repeats what he said before, just in different order.

"No! Just let me go home then."

And that was it! I like roller coasters... I do. But tonight was like one loooong, sloooow pull up a big hill (Anxiety flowing... I'm nervous, scared, excited (because I get this ailment all the time and to have tonsils removed I wouldn't have to deal with it any more) only to have the roller coaster ride end right after the top!

It sucked.
I'm pissed.
I'm very tired.
Still in pain.
Scott's tired and has to work!!!

This is why I hate doctors.....

Tuesday, February 22, 2011


Have I really not posted on here since last July? Woah
Alright, alright... I had a friend get on me about blogging. I guess she actually read them, and LIKED them. So I can't let my audience (of 1, thanks Jamie) down. If I have a moment to spare tonight I'll write a little something

Friday, July 2, 2010

Mud Mania!!!!!

Scottsdale's annual MUD MANIA came around and on our quest to keep the kids busy this summer, we attended.

So much fun! I really thought Damon was going to chicken out but he was a trooper! He dove right in there. It was crazy muddy.

I even ended up calf deep in the stuff. But the volunteers were awesome. Buckets of mud poured on the kids, haha...

Busy busy!

Well my little boy is 9 now! 
  It’s crazy how the time flies by… So being the super cool mom that I am I decided to throw him a Twilight Party.
   Now when most people think of a 9 year olds birthday party, they don’t think of Twilight. 
BUT, Damon is a huge fan of the books. He is currently reading, yes reading, the series. I myself and not so into it, but figured I could manage the theme.

    I went and bought candles, and Twilight stuff, and decoration… and the fun began. We were very happy that his cousins and Aunt Jody could come along. 

    We ate spaghetti and “blood sauce” by only candle light! Scott made a blood cake (red velvet, it was SUPER red!) and frosted it with black frosting into an eclipse, and we played a fun game where blind folder kids had to touch “organs” and guess what the food was.


   But the best part was the bobbing for apple slices. Yes, slices. Originally it was going to be “Bob for Grapes”, but as we soon discovered…. Grapes don’t float. So well, we bobbed for apple slices. Now I myself have never bobbed for anything so I figured I would give it a go, and I didn’t do half bad!

But the whole night was just AWESOME! So thanks to the kids and Jody cause it really was merrier with more.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

The wasp!


   It's amazing how much thinner one can look if they are tan. A nice golden toned body instantly looks 5 pounds lighter, and looks much better then "pasty".
I myself am "pasty". 
At least I have been for the last 5 years or so. I used to tan a lot when I lived by beach. I lived a mere 15 minutes from it!
(Oh how I miss that ocean air)
    But about 9 years ago after my son was born, I went to go see; who my family referred to as, Uncle Bob. He was a dermatologist. My dad had skin cancer and I had some funny lookin stuff going on so they removed a bunch and did a biopsy. Didn't really give it a 2nd thought until a few weeks later I got a call from his office. The results came back abnormal. There was cancer cells in the skin they had taken. So I went back and more stuff was taken off. Since then I have taken a tone of ghostly white.

BUT... I decided that this year I was going to tan again. I really missed it, and I used to "fake 'n bake" with the chemicals but it's not cheap, you smell funny for a whole day, and it comes off in patches.
But I'm not frying myself. I know how to build a good base tan. And I never go out longer then 30 minutes. And I am soooo pleased with the results.Not to mention the extra vitamin D is a great mood booster.

So the other day I head out sporting the bikini and my book, and there is a wasp in the grass!
No big deal. I get hose and shew him off.

    About 10 minutes later, he comes back. I jump up (I knew you should move slow, but I was terrified) and get the hose and once again he takes off.
But then he comes back again! He really likes a certain spot in our grass.
I decide to give it up, and pack it in and head inside. I can wait until tomorrow.

Well tomorrow comes and I head out, and my little "friend" is out there again! Same spot. He gets hosed away, and comes back. Over and over and over we do this dance.
Heart racing, I spray and run.
Spray and run, spray and run, and again. It's like 105 outside, and I'm in a bikini sweating my toosh off. I can only imagine what the 2 story neighbors behind us must have thought. I'm sure they got a good laugh.
    I apparently have nothing better to do because I head inside and do some wasp watching. For like an hour I stare out my window. He comes to the spot, does his thing and leaves. Then does it again.
By now I'm growing more and more frustrated. If you have ever been building a base tan, you know it's important to go out a little each day. And this would be day 2 of no sun!

A little later I go out and there is no sign of him. So I went to the spot to check if he was building a nest. No nest. And no other wasps, just the one. Just when I think it's safe, he's back!!!!

So today... day 3. I'm mad.

Really mad. Sure enough the little *bleep* is out there again. He is getting crafty though. He knows me now... and he heads for me a few times and I water him. He can't get me though, Not with my protective water stream!
Then I remember the bug spray we have. It has a nozzle that shoots far away!
So I wait...
and wait....
he knows I have something. Finally he comes back. Heart pounding I run to the edge of the patio and fire!
He moves.
I try again!
Crap. I'm out of ammo. Gotta pump the thing again.
A few minutes later he comes back and I try again. A hit!
At least I think...
He flies away and I wait.


I think I have won! So a few hours later I grab my gear and head out. There has been no sign of him all this time.
Sure enough, I lay out the towel, get the hat adjusted, set the timer, and "Bzzzzzzzzzz".
That little ***bleep**** ***bleep**** ****bleep**** is back!!!!

Oh it's ON!!!!!
It's on like donkey Kong little man!
This means WAR!!!
I'm gonna kill your buzzing behind if it's the last thing I do!!! I hope I nail your "butt" with spray, and I can laugh as I watch you twitching  in the hot summer sun

I headed to home depot tonight and stocked up on artillery. So tomorrow...we shall see who will be the victor. Oh yes! We shall see.............................

Head to head fight... MOMMY vs BINKY

And the metal goes to.... BINKY

(Man it seems every time I update this darn thing a few weeks go by and I'm behind again.)

    You see, people can call me a lot of things. But a hypocrite, NEVER. Well at least it used to be that way.
I was one of those people that cringed when I saw 3 year olds in the store walking around with a freakin' pacifier. I would think, "how on earth can you let your child keep it that long?!?!"
*On a side note.. Abby does not walk around with her binky. It stays in her bed ONLY.
But anywhoo
    So Abby is coming up on her 2nd birthday. And I realized that the time had come to ditch the binky. I was prepared... I knew there would be days of crying, and fits, and no sleep.

I knew it was coming!

So there I am Friday afternoon and snipping the tips of all (but 2, thank GOODNESS) the binkys. When bedtime comes around, we anxiously pass Abby the binky.

She looks at it....
she tries it, then looks at it somemore... and hands it back.
"what wrong?"
she looks at me
"It must be too small for you now. You are such a big girl! Binkys are for babies and you are big! Tell you what, you can still take them to bed you."
She agrees.

Now keep in mind, this child did not have a nap so she is VERY tired. She cried for about 15 minutes and passed out.

SUCCESS!!!! I won the battle!
But not the war.
    We kept very busy that weekend and there were really no naps, so bedtime really wasn't all that bad.
But then Monday happened....
Abby screamed for 4 hours in her bed. Not "for" the binky, but because she couldn't sleep.
4 hours! I didn't know what to do. I WAS NOT GIVING IN.
And I didn't want to take her out and give her the message "cry long enough, and you'll get your way", I waited it out. Finally, she fell asleep. The problem is...
she did this EVERY DAY!!!
We were now in week 2 binky free and this poor child screams for most of the day. Plus she has been putting things in her mouth, Scott's phone now has permanent Abby imprints. Needless to say, by the end of week 1, she wasn't the only one crying. One day Scott came home early to help me out. 
I was loosin' it.

So today, after Abby was in hour 3 of crying, I caved.
She got her beloved binky. And all was right with world again and that girl PASSED OUT in less then 3 minutes. guess she will have it 'til she's 90. And I'll be fine with it.
I will say however, that when  she was 9 months old I won the war when it came to bottles vs sippy cups.

Friday, May 14, 2010

She gets it from me!

    Ok, so at first I was a little weird about posting a blog entry just braggin' about my kid. But then I was like "HELLO", that's what parents do!
I mean really... why do we push so hard for our children to become doctors or lawyers and the like? So we can say, "my daughter is totally a LAWYER. Yeah, that's right. She makes loads of money, and I think she even helped your kid get out of jail once!"
   Ok not really.
But I digress. I love little Abby and I am so proud of her, I'm braggin' on my blog!
Now keep in mind, she is still learning how to talk. So she can't enunciate all of them perfectly.

So when she was itty bitty, we started her on the "Your child can read" thing. She LOVED it. But with the stress of buying the new house it was pushed aside and she stopped watching because there was just no time. But we started it back up when she was about 12 months old.
Whether that helped or not, I dunno. Because you see, they teach reading by simple phonetics. So your child could read an entire novel and still not know the alphabet. So that's why I wonder.    But I will say... she is OBSESSED with Elmo and Sesame Street. Her whole freakin' world is Elmo. I'm not a huge TV person, and I know it's bad to let your kids watch a lot but she watches it over and over again. (Thanks TIVO.)
So one day in the bath, she said a few letters with her foam alphabet. We weren't really paying attention until we noticed that she was getting them right! So a little later I busted out some flash cards and started working with her. She learned about 4 letters per day.
Elmo also got her going with numbers. She can recognize 5,3,7 and 2.
We also do colors and shapes and such.
But isn't that SUPER?!?! My little genius!

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Argh Corporate America! (Long and bitter post...)

Riddle me this...
How is it that the company you work for punishes you for being a great employee?

Allow me to explain.

     My husband works for a company, obviously. And the company on a whole is fantastic! Good pay, good benefits, etc... But his department is a little, well, different.

   You see each week they have what they call "goal". It's not a commission, but a point system in place to which you can determine what you can get on your bonus paychecks. Now first off, they call it a "bonus", but basically if you don't make this "bonus", you're fired. And now any points that you make over the goal is just more money in your pocket.
    Now this "goal" is not easily achieved. you have to really work hard day in and day out to make it. Almost everyone reaches the goal, but some don't, and some go over. But you see, my husband is a super star! He is very good at what he does, and he works really hard. He will go in early, or stay late in order to make OVER the goal so that I can stay home with our kids.
(Thank you honey!!)
Sometimes he would go WAY over, and it was super! But on a whole, we know about how much he will be getting each bonus with the extra points.
    But awhile ago, they sort of figured something out.
They noticed that he (and a few others) were able to go over the goal. So what did they do? They sent out a mass email (an EMAIL!!)  informing people that the new "goal" was now being increased. And when people complained, they explained that they now know how many points are POSSIBLE. Now granted they did increase the bonus, BY $50!!! which is nothing compared to what the extra points would have done.

But whatever... grin and bear it right?
So what did my super star of a husband do?

He worked even HARDER!!! He was going in at like 4:30 am sometimes, just to make OVER what he used to make before in order to keep the bonus the same.

And a few weeks ago just GUESS WHAT HAPPENED...

Another freakin' email was sent out informing people that once again the goal was made higher. But the bonus was THE SAME!. Based on the same logic as before. So Scott emailed his superiors pleading with them on behalf of his coworkers and himself explaining that this new goal won't be achievable for others, and in order for him to make the same amount he has to work even more now! But it fell on deaf ears.

Unfortunately this new goal is just to high. it is almost twice what it was when he started. If he goes in early every day and works non-stop, he will just be able to make the 100%.

But "THE MAN" is happy.
They now have an overworked department whose revenue is way up, moral is way down, and the customers are unhappy because people are rushing through the work too fast to make points. So things are getting slapped together. So much so that they had to hire people and make his team answer the volume of calls coming in.

And to put a little salt on the wound, they informed us yesterday that they are now going to take a standard supplemental percentage tax rate of 25% out of each bonus check. Which, with our income bracket and me not working, is WAY more then what we would normally contribute to taxes on our bonus checks. So we are facing MAJOR income changes.
Granted we will get the money back next year, but the government is getting an intrest free loan from us that we don't want to lend.

So ARGH!!!

Mom's day!

Mother's day was awesome this year! It rocked like a boat at sea!
I got gifts, which are ALWAYS cool! One was:

A DVD of one of the funniest movies EVER...*gZEDrOQZPK6eIOtw-PxW4E0jTbNrNvNs4*DaUk8xhNhy0y/PineappleExpressPosters.jpg(2 thumbs up from me)

And a new faucet for the sink!
I know it sounds odd, but my husband knows me...

Followed by breakfast, Scott doing the dishes, a call from my son (who mainly wanted to know his Facebook password I won't give him), church, and then dinner at the in-laws!
SUPER DAY!!! I still did some cleaning, but only because I love it so much.

I tried to call my step mom, but left a message. And then I talked to my mom for like almost an hour.

And apparently I am like the
Yeah huh!
My kids and husband said so!!!
So there.


   So there I sit one day, just hanging around and checking my email and I notice the subject line of one of them. It states something about the cost of meat, and I notice it's from our ward emergency preparedness person.

(Is that an actual tittle?!? Moving on...)

"Hmm.." I think to my self.
    The email goes on to state that apparently the meat people (call them whatever. You could say farmer, but we all know there isn't much farming going on. It's more like a genetics lab) are reducing their livestock to all time lows because of the increase in the cost of ethanol (corn).
It continues to point out that for the next few months or so, the prices of meat are going to skyrocket. And with grilling time around the corner and the high demand, you get the point. And I LOVE me some BBQ!
"Hey honey?" I yell
"Come check out this email"
So there sit Scott and I reading about this new "disaster" that will be quickly approaching. I go out to the garage and take a look at our stock pile.
"Oh no", Shaking my head. "This simply will not do!"
I then proceed to look up the local store ads to see what is on sale.
    Now I am forever picky about the meat I buy. I am a health nut and so any hamburger I buy must be the ULTRA lean stuff! The 97% lean. And the chicken I buy must be boneless, skinless breasts, and so on.
But the meat gods were smiling upon me this day, and there were some AMAZING deals afoot!

97% lean hamburger a mere $1.88 a lb. and the chicken breast were only $1.77 a lb.
So off to the store I go.
Away to all of them I dashed! And when I returned home to my man I was bearing over 60 pounds of flesh! Muahahaha! *said with an evil tone
No but really, I scored!

How much did I spend? $140!!!
(each bag has about 3 large breasts)
And I got just about everything we eat. Salmon, turkey sausage, pork, chicken, hamburger meat, steak meat....

So there we are again, staring. Staring at all the bags of meat strewn about the kitchen island. 
"So now what?" Scott asks.
"Well," I reply. "Now we prep it and freeze it!"

About 3 hour later, all the chicken is washed, trimmed, portioned and bagged. All the hamburger is divided and bagged, the freezer was filled, and my Saturday was gone....



Um, maybe it's just me but has anyone else's "New Post" area been changed? You know, where you go to start writing a new blog entry. Well my post editor has, and I hate it!!!
I used to be able to select multiple images and start inserting them and continute to work on the post. But now I have to insert one at a time and I am stuck on the uploading screen. It won't let me go back to the old window.

Anyone else having this issue?

Thursday, April 29, 2010



A screaming child


(Now first of all I would like to point out; No she doesn't go to bed like that, it's a loose headband and if she moves her head it just falls, and yes she can spit it out anytime. I have to mention that because you just KNOW someone will say something, lol)

      You see... my daughter like to play what I call "The Binky Game".
I HATE this game, because she always wins. As you all know, Savanna likes to cry, A LOT. And she loves her binky. The problem is that when she gets the least bit relaxed, well, the binky falls out. And now after she begins to realize that her beloved treasure is gone, she will pick up right where she left off with the screaming. So of course we stop what we are doing and replace the binky.
Now here is the kicker,

you can stand there...

you can wait all day and watch over her and she will be nice and peaceful, and that binky will stay put.


as soon as you leave and start something,


   Now it doesn't happen when you walk away, or when you even leave the room, it happens RIGHT at the moment when you think you are in the clear and so you start something.
Whether it be cleaning, a shower, falling asleep... that darn binky waits, and falls out at the worst possible time.
   So one day out of frustration I find a  headband I can't use because it's too big and came up with the what I call "The Binky Binder!"
And it freakin' worked like a CHARM!

Now don't get me started on the things we have tried to think up for hands-less feeding!

Oh and PS:
Thanks Tammy for the advice on the gripe water.
And thank you Jody for hooking us up with some!
We have used it twice and the results are inconclusive. First time it didn't do NOTHIN'.
But the second time.. I don't know if it was the water or what but like 5 minutes later she totally stopped screaming and fells asleep!!!
We will just have to try it again.