Tuesday, October 25, 2011

Tuesday=Prime Rib and bffs for life

Ah tonight, tonight was a most excellent night. For one, I didn't have to cook. For two, I probably downed somewhere around 1500 calories in one sitting's worth of prime rib, mashed potatoes, green beans, rolls, and oh, pumpkin cheesecake. But don't worry about it. For three, my kids love Whitney and Ethan's house, there are trucks and movies about trucks, and Van screaming with joy, and we always eat like kings when we are there. It is good to have found your salvation when it comes to couple friends, even better when you can hang out interchangeably on an individual and family level because it gets weird when one member of the group is less likable and then you have to overcompensate for the weak link and that's just too much work. AmIright? Not everyone can appreciate the humor in these parts. The only way it could get better is if we lived closer or if one of us was independently rich and could float the other with some extra cash (or a trip to Europe?), but I am happy with what we have and do not desire to jinx it. I wasn't even pissed that I lost the group rock-paper-scissors battle and had to change Triple's bombed out diaper, not a bit. No party is complete without some extreme rock-paper-scissors going on. 

After we left I did some phone time with two of my other number one lady loves. One on the drive home and the other after the babies were situated in bed. I love all the labies in my life, they make me feel glowy and happy. HAPPY HAPPY JOY JOY. I hate the term GNO or any sort of reference to a "girl's night". Never do I think "man I just need a night with the girls", because that's just not my thing. I do, however, have a big crush on my favorites. You know who you are. Girls night soon? HAHAHAHAHAHA! No.

And now as usual I am up too late sitting in retrospect, writing to you, dear internets. But more for me because someday my kids will read this crap and be like "man, mom really was a nut job". Yes children, a nut job who chose well in the friend department and loved food more than most other basic necessities in life, and you too of course.

Now you know.

Tuesday, October 18, 2011


The last few days via Instagram

you wish you looked this cool
not surprisingly, they broke right after
thanks Paul

Sunday dinner at Connie and Lane's, my favorite

Diarrhea for 8 straight days? Why not! 
I swear he's lost about 5 lbs. It's a sad, sad truth. 
Poor Triple. 

because of the butt flu we all had to stay inside
lots of Tom and Jerry
some art
some trucks

some of the last of my 'maters ready for blanching and freezing
still have a whole bunch that are ripening on the vine
when will the frost come? 
I feel like I'm playing cold weather roulette

aaand... my first pedicure in over a year
absence makes the heart grow fonder
who doesn't love a good foot rub?

Friday, October 14, 2011

it starts with poo, goes to shoes, and ends with volleyball

My wee fat babe picked up something nasty, from the gym daycare no doubt, and has subsequently blown out every single item of clothing I've put on him in the last 2 days. Poor guy, his cheeks of legend are so chapped and irritated I can hardly stand it. And oh crud, I just realized I need to wash his car seat cover because that got hit too, twice. Blech. On our way to Nordstrom Rack to buy some new dress shoes for Paul he leaked so bad we had to go to the Carter's store and buy some new sweats, which he promptly did in on the drive home. Oh diarrhea, I wish I could spell you right the first time, but I never do. 

Speaking of The Rack, I tried on a pair of knee high-well almost knee high, deep green, softy soft leather boots tonight and cried a little when I had to take them off. They were only $89, which, hark! a steal for leather knee-highs! But my birthday isn't for another month and mama's got bills to pay. I mean, if you're feeling generous I imagine they're still there. Only knee-high, dark green, leather boots with a slight wedge heel I could find in a size 10. Does this feel like shameless begging to you? Good, mission accomplished. I also had trouble parting with a pair of nude Chinese Laundry heels that were about the perfect heel high for me. I haven't bought new shoes in like 3 years and I sort of yearn for the days when my life was all about me and my extensive shoe collection. 

Who am I kidding? It''s still mostly all about me, at least you'd think so from the disturbing amount of self-portraits on here, but then there's my bearded and burly Paul (Bunyan in the bedroom, RAWR, what! ew gross), one brown-eyed ginger midget, and another fat poo-shooter with lashes for days and curls that make the ladies go woo woo! New shoes are great and all, okay they're really great, but I like those three things much better than just about anything.


Don't get me wrong, I still want the shoes. And I'm going to think about them a lot and probably eat my feelings worth out of the stupid salted caramels that my WendyFriend left behind last night, and maybe cry a little but somehow, I'll press through. Because I am a rock through such trials and sufferings, I tell you what. 

Tonight I went and played some volleyball with a bunch of women from my church. Sure, I was the youngest one there and it was rather lame, but I'll be danged if such a lack of competition didn't make me look like the next Misty May Treanor or some junk like that. Ego boost, check! A bunch of dudes showed up to play after we were done so I stuck around to see if they were any good. It was decent fun, enough playing to make me realize that the glory days were indeed a long time ago and tomorrow is going to hurt like a mother trucker. I miss having a regular group of people to play with. The year or so of college I played city league with a bunch of friends from my work and we had the best time. Provo City league champs represent! In San Diego I had a solid group of friends that met and played at the church every week. Can I tell you how annoyed I would get when someone would show up and think we were just playing to have fun? Yeah, no. Go home. Not that this is all Olympic caliber stuff, but if you can't keep a rally going then get the freaking crap out of my way. Clearly, we are about the serious business here. 

Ah bless, I miss those days. 

Now it's stupid midnight and what am I doing here? Messed up I tell you, my internal clock is so messed up. I gotta get to bed. Down to Connie and Lane's tomorrow, I can't wait. 

Nanight Stupids. 

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Ostriches and Groundhogs

I spent the day with all three of my boys at the zoo, where I photojacked this pastoral scene of a grazing ostrich. Paul's got the entire week off work, and by entire week I mean just today because unlike most people he spends all of his "vacation" time doing more work. Odd jobs might as well be his middle name. Don't get me wrong, I've got crazy gratitude for those odd jobs and their contribution to my checking account, but brother needs some real time off. We got a good start with today.

Say what you will about the zoo, but I feel like Hogle is making a real effort at improvement, even though the train ride is always more gong worthy than anything. Obviously I have spent quality time at the San Diego Zoo so all zoos pale in comparison, but still, there are worse ways to spend the day. I even ran into a long lost college roommate I haven't seen in years. For the record she was 2 kids richer and looked the exact same. She was one of my favorites.

It was a good day, a great day even. Hip Hip for Hogle Zoo!

I'm tired. I've been sleeping in until 8 am or later most days of the last week, minus the half hour I spend around 6:30 or 7:00 am giving Triple a drink and persuading him to snooze back to dreamland. I should probably fix this by going to bed earlier but the impending advance of winter has my rhythms all messed up. I did rather awesome the last half of the summer getting up 2 days a week at 5:30 for pump class and now I'd rather floss with tinfoil then drag myself out of bed in the cold, dark, it's morning but still night. I am basically the human version of Puxatawney Phil (you'll want to click on that), prone to hibernation, covered in a thick layer of winter blubber, and reluctant to come out of my cave unless food or coercion is involved.

Anywho, my man just walked in the door, home from a movie date with not me. Time to wrap this biz up.


Monday, October 10, 2011

I'm about to Instagram the crap out of you

I don't get the Instagram hate out there. I mean you take a crappy cell phone picture, you slap a filter on it and BOOM, awesomeness comes out like this, 

in no particular order:
now you know the truth: baby eats butter straight from the dish
one fistful at a time

Last weekend was my bi-yearly craft-fest which happened to coincide with LDS Conference, and as such I dubbed the weekend "crafterence". These are the fruits of my labors. 
Please, plan ahead for the skirt blowing.

I came, I mod-podged. Yes.

the bat wreath took much longer than I anticipated
but I pressed forth
oh yes, 
I did

I even sewed, these pee-lows and a diaper/wipe carrier for my bag
it was very productive

Saturday we went to the Red Barn, rode a wagon, and got some donuts and pumpkins
it was totally worth the hour it took to get there


Friday we drug our kids out in the rain to go to P-town for the last Rooftop Concert with the Lower Lights.  But first, Paul was angry hungry and we went to the BYU for Slab Pizza. Verdict: Derishious!
Plus, they had excellent drinks. Excellent. 
Downside: too many men in a room wearing skinny jeans and hipster glasses. Oh BYU, you're silly. 

and then Sunday I was driving in my car and dinking around on my phone like most astute Utah motorists and I took this picture because oh how lovely were the mountains. 
Sometimes I dearly love this state I live in, this was one of those times. 


Everyone collectively hates the new Instagram, right? 
Like what happened to my cool borders?
Who do we complain to?

Thursday, October 6, 2011