Tuesday, November 30, 2010

get excited

Shoot,

it's 11:40 and I'm not in bed, this is a problem.

Also, the collar of my shirt smells like baby vomit and I find it oddly comforting.  

I just wanted to let you know I have a giveaway coming up (I KNOW! SINCE WHEN DO I DO GIVEAWAYS?), in fact so do several of my friends because we're all giving away the same thing.  If you want to win a tasty date with your hubby, or baby daddy, or casual lover, or your mom maybe, then stay tuned.

I feel like Oprah, except on a much, much, much smaller scale of course.  

Sunday, November 28, 2010

I am cold and I ate too much

Hello internets

it's Sunday, and it snowed, and it's friggin' frigid outside.  My Christmas decorations are half up, I have a baby passed out on my chest effectively making it difficult to breathe because hello, have you seen him lately?  Yeesh, talk about dead weight.  There are open bins strewn everywhere because we failed to get the Christmas tree up like we had planned due to the unfortunate misplacement of one key item: the tree stand.  Somehow between our two moves in the last year it got lost.  So, you know, that sucks.  I'm a tree up the day after Thanksgiving kind of girl so I'm trying not to sweat it.  To distract myself I ordered our holiday cards, and I sort of love them.  Except for my face and especially my hair which is, in my opinion, a bit tragic.  I will go ahead and pull the "I just had a baby card" so you know, whatever.  Everything appearance wise is awkward for me right now.  My hair is at this weird length, my face still thinks I'm pregnant, my thighs are juicy city, and we won't even talk about my muffin top because honestly, I have no words.  

But this isn't supposed to be a pity party post I swear.  Mostly I wanted to brag about how sweet Thanksgiving is at my parent's house.  We eat turkey and all other sorts of deliciousness like everyone else, but then we go outside and build a fire and shoot guns, like this:


and here's my brother, the cowboy,

howdy Tex.

For the record I hit like 3 out of 8.  So basically, if I ever get into a gunfight with a flock of geese I'd say the odds are in their favor.  Party on geese.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Turkey Thoughts

Were I able to recap all that I am grateful for in this the year of our Lord two thousand and ten, we'd be here for days.

So in short there's these two



my handsome baby daddy


and you know, the usual things like stretchy pants, movie theater cherry coke, pebble ice, the Connie, my dad, my Stoopid sister and her offsprings, my new baby niece, my in-laws, the pumpkin pie I'm going to eat tomorrow, and everyone else who makes me feel glowy and loved.  

My life is good.  I know it.  

Happy Turkey Day.  

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Why am I craving DQ right now?

A storm is blowing this way, or so I have been warned by the completely ridiculous newscasters around these parts as well as my mother, the Connie barometer.  Let me tell you one thing, there is no better place to be in the middle of bad weather than at her house.  Wood burning stove a blazin', pantry fully stocked, storeroom nice and full, backup generator if necessary.  Let's just say that if the apocalypse shows up anytime soon, I'm heading to Sanpete.  But I digress...  

My babies are napping and I'm sitting by the window, tapping on this thing and keeping an eye out for my shorter half to make his early return home from work, ahead of this frigid blast we're expecting.  My house smells delicious thanks to the $5 wassail candle I picked up at Wally World in anticipation of a power outage.  Because dang, if I have to function by candlelight it might as well smell good too.  I'm about to get started on dinner, white chicken chili if you care to know, which you should, because it's tasty, and when Paul rolls in we'll light up a fire.  I'm not going to lie, it's straight cozy up in here.

I think we should all mark our calendars and take bets on how many blizzard babies are born 40 weeks from today.  None for us thanks, we've hit our baby quota for the next few years, though we might get a little handsy what with the crackling fire and snow fall and what not.  Best way to stay warm right there. 

As a parting gift, here's a gratuitous photo of Fatty Fat Fat in his blessing outfit:
if the power goes out, at least we know he won't starve...


Happy Blizzarding

Saturday, November 20, 2010

send me one while you're at it

There are people who send out holiday cards and there are people who don't. 

I am among the former.  I've sent out Christmas cards every year since I got married.

I love holiday cards, no really, I LOVE HOLIDAY CARDS!  Mostly because it's the one time of the year when my mailbox is quite literally bursting with mail for me, mail that isn't comprised of mostly bills, mail from my friends and family, that I like (mostly), that don't want money from me or want me to buy something from them!  I love seeing all the pictures and reading the updates, no matter how boring or full of stuff I already know.  Blame it on my holiday spirit but that junk really fills up my Christmas cheer tank.

The first year I was married I ordered our cards from some random grocery store.  They were sort of meh.  The 2nd year we had just had the Nublet and correspondingly, our Christmas cards needed to be better than ever.  So I ordered them from Shutterfly, and I've ordered from them every year since, this one included.  True story, even before they gave me 50 free cards for writing this post.  That's what I call capitalizing on the awesome.   They even have holiday address labels, how's that for full service?

If you're lucky enough to be getting a card from me and mine this year, I hope you're ready for some serious cute kid action because hello, have you seen my offspring?  Don't be jealous.  Okay, maybe do.  But I digress, the card itself will be from Shutterfly.  So head over there and pick out a card for your own holiday message of joy and love and whatever else.  

But don't pick the one I do, because that would be weird.  

also, bloggers can get 50 free holiday cards from Shutterfly, to sign up see HERE

**this message is Kalli approved and yes, sometimes I will shamelessly plug something in exchange for awesome stuff so get over it

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

let me eat cake

It's my birthday today, wheeewwwww!

Here's how I've celebrated so far: 

1. dropped off my bosom friend at the airport to fly home to glorious San Diego.  KK, that dinner you cooked us last night was bomb, BOMB!  I will have fantasies about leek and parmesan risotto for days to come.  ps, me love you long time.  

2. met my Stoopid sister for lunch.  You know your youth is gone when you pick chick-fil-a for your birthday lunch so you don't have to wrangle your kid like you would in a grown up place, and yeah, chick-fil-a is delicious

3. bought my tickets for Harry Potter (3 pm Saturday YO!), cherry coke here I come

4. did some work while doing some of this:


and that's pretty much it so far

29

let's do this

Wednesday, November 10, 2010

Rolly Polly

Me, the Nub, and Fatty Fat Fat are getting along pretty well these days.  

What's there to complain about when your baby is sporting cheeks like these and thighs to match? 


Let me answer that...

not much, other than the fact that my own thighs are juicier then ever as well.  Like mother like son.  Woe is me because I just want to wear my freaking jeans again, you know, comfortable like, without the seams straining to free their chubby burden.  

*Sigh, I know how this story goes though.  They don't fit, and they don't fit some more, until one day they magically do and it is a miracle, MIRACLE!  And you sing holy praises to the clothing gods for restoring your ability to sit down and breathe at the same time.  I have found that I never wish for skinny thighs so much as I do after I am done with the pregnentadness (it's a word, I swear).  

In other news, it's my birthday in 6 days.  I'm fresh out of desire for anything but pants that button.  

Battle Fats '11, here I come.  

Monday, November 8, 2010

sunrise, sunset, and Daybreak

You might remember back in May that my little posse packed up and moved for the 2nd time in less then a year.  We moved into a cute little red brick rambler that needed a lot of work, and when I say a lot, I mean we probably should have just bulldozed the place and made it easier on everyone involved.  At one point we were thinking that likely we would buy this house with the amazing yard, but after a few months of being here, realized that this was not meant to be.  How long will we stay?  I can't say.  We like it here, but even with all the work we've put into this place thinking that it would be, it's still not OUR home.

A development that we've been looking into is Daybreak.

If you don't know about Daybreak you've probably been living under a rock.  One, they have awesome houses, so different from the boring stucco and stone that compromises 90% of the construction around here, and all are certified energy efficient to boot.  Two, the community they have created is incredible.  Miles and miles of trails wind throughout Daybreak.  There are parks and more parks, a lake, community centers and even community gardens.  There's shopping and dining on SoDa Row, UTA and Trax are finishing up completion and should be running by August of 2011, there are work opportunities, and neighborhood schools.

What more could you want?  I'll tell you this much, if all new homes in Utah were as inventive and unique as those found in the different Daybreak communities, the real estate market around here would see some serious improvement!

Who knows where we'll end up at last, but if you're in the market for a home in the greater Salt Lake City area, I'd give Daybreak a serious look.  Don't be surprised if you find me there in the near future either.