Mi Vida Loca

Things That are Awesome: Part IV

2012-02-12T16:27:00.015-10:00

Choffy

Brewed Chocolate.
It's delicious. It's good for you. It gives you energy. It's all natural. It burns fat.

Watch Dr. Oz talk about it here.
Some people like it plain. Some like to add cream and sweetener. I like to keep mine very low cal so I just add a bit of truvia. I also like to chill it, as it is hot in Hawaii.

And no, I am not a choffy salesperson. I just adore it, and think everyone else should too. :)
I drink it about 4 times a week, and especially every Saturday morning before my long run.

To order, go here. You can thank me later.

My Dryer Broke

Not Awesome.
Let me introduce you to my new dryer.
I've been forced to go green.
But guess what?
My utility bill, which is usually around $300-$350 a month, was only $209 this month.
I'm just gonna go ahead and leave my dryer broken.
Good thing I have plenty of sunshine up in here. And I can now support my Choffy habit with my extra $. Now that's what I call winning.
Awesome.

Josh

Erika

Kauai.
With Josh and Erika.
There is something so great about this picture.
No kids.
Soooooooooo awesome I can't even express it in words.

We stayed in the most amazing places. Kiahuna Plantation for three nights and Wyndham Resort for the next three. We sat and watched whales playing for hours. Awesome.
It was sort of depressing to come home to our dumpy condo.

Probably the most beautiful place on earth, and I am lucky enough to live a 25 minute plane ride away from it.

Damon and Josh took a helicopter ride around the island.
Erika and I wanted to live, so we went shopping and got pedicures instead. We'll just live vicariously through the pictures Damon took.

We did, however, get to see this with our very own eyes. The Napali Coastline.
This picture was taken from the cruise we went on. Captain Andy's Southern Star. If you go to Kauai, this is one thing you MUST do. They are amazing. The staff is exceptional, the catamaran is awesome, we saw tons of whales and dolphins, and the food was great (although we were too sick to eat it on the cruise, but they did bag it up for Erika and I to eat at home).
PS. Please take 2 non drowsy Dramamine an hour before you go. You will not regret it.

Take note of my ginger ale in one hand, and barf bag in the other. The ocean and me just don't go well together. I think this will be my last boat ride along the Napali coast. Good thing I've seen it twice now. It is worth it.

I had to be pushed a couple of times, but zip-lining is fun stuff.

I had fun. I did things that I wouldn't normally do.

Except here. I was being lame watching everyone else play in the waterfall. Because I don't like to be cold. And the water was freezing. And I was wearing a sweet outfit that included aqua sox, and needed to stay in it as long as possible.

Friends

Friends who will watch your kids for you while you party for a week on another island. Friends who you trust, so you don't have to worry. Friends who your kids love and feel comfortable with. Friends who will fulfill your little girls surfing dreams and teach them to surf. Friends who will take your kids AND their kids to the water park all day. Thank you so much Uncle Jason, Aunty Tricia, Uncle Deven, and Aunty Shirlyn.
We LOVE you!

Visitors
We love Donald and Lisa!

They came for four days and we hung out at Malaekahana last Saturday with them. There were tons of people there. We plopped ourselves down where we could find some spare sand. One thing led to another and like usual, Lila was playing with everyone around us. Then Ava joined in. There were some really nice surfer dudes who were playing with them. Lila asked one of the guys to bury them in the sand. He asked me if it was okay. I said, "Do you like how I'm just laying here while you play with my kids?" He laughed and said something about how moms need breaks and he enjoys it. Guess who that guy was? Kelly Slater. Yes. The famous Pro Surfer Kelly Slater. And a bunch of his friends. I didn't ask for picture. I didn't even let on that I knew it was him. He is HOT and he is awesome. He would have to be to put up with Lila for a couple of hours. She tends to be a bit overwhelming.

I might not have a picture of him, but these are his footprints. He was teasing the girls saying he was going to step on them. What a fun guy. I like famous people who are nice.
Awesome.

That's about all the awesomeness I can fit in this post.
Peace out. Happy Sunday.

My Kid Rocks

2012-02-01T10:23:00.006-10:00

There 's just so much I could say about this little note I found yesterday.

But I'll keep it short and sweet.

Edyn. Is. Awesome.

Don't mess with her. And for sure . . . . don't tell her she thinks she is perfect. Or she will let you have it in a handwritten note (although this dude didn't actually get this note, because I told her she shouldn't be passing notes at school because its inappropriate and her teacher is kind of a witch and she doesn't want to get in trouble, and that she needs to ignore him because the only reason he keeps telling her she thinks she is perfect is because he has a crush on her because she is cute and smart . . . . . . . . but not perfect. Because NO ONE is perfect).

I love a chick who can stand up for herself.
Rock on Edyn.
And its okay if you don't spell things right all the time.
We are picking up what you are putting down.

(I spent the afternoon laughing my arse off over this).I still don't like this mom-edyn

I'm Fun

2012-01-12T07:15:00.002-10:00

We went on an afternoon cruise on the West side yesterday. I'm afraid of the ocean. However, I am supposed to be fun now, so instead of sitting on the boat and watching everyone else have fun, I got in. That's right. I got in the ocean, and I snorkeled for the first time in my life. It felt like I was on Fear Factor. And losing. But I did it. And I didn't die.

I'm fun. Totally fun.

I'll be on Kauai for the next week NOT being lame. I'll be having fun. Lots of it.

I've Been Busy

2012-01-03T19:23:00.007-10:00

Very busy.

With visitors.

I'll have you know, the last BYU vs. UH game I went to (10 years ago), I was afraid for my life. I was very reluctant to go to this one, but since the Kennewick people were on island and all the cool people were going to be there, I decided to take one for the team and go . . . . seeing as how I am cool. Can't you tell by looking at my hair?

Some more Kennewick people. I love them. And I love the shrimp tacos, spam macadamia nuts, and gum they hooked us up with. Nicholls rock.

Two of my favorite ladies. They love my kids.They love me. I love them. They are both great examples to me. And they are both from Kennewick. Do you see a pattern here? (Most Kennewick people are awesome. Not all of them, but most). Actually, its just the Tri Cities in general. Good place. Good people. I miss it. But I'm here to stay in Hawaii for a good long time. And perfectly happy with that. Just keep coming to visit peeps. Even if you aren't from the TC..... you are still so very welcome at Hotel Fairchild.

It's sort of like they should be your kids Mamo. They sure look like you. And sobbed when you left. So you should just come back.

Projects

My room used to have gold walls. It was lovely, but I just got so tired of everyone thinking I was rich when they came over. I mean . . . . gold walls? Doesn't that just scream, "I'm in the 1%?" As beautiful as they were, I just can't have that. So, for my birthday, I went ahead and bought myself a 5 gallon bucket of paint, and painted two bedrooms in our condo. A nice neutral color, that screams, "I'm one of the 99%." I feel so much more comfortable now.

Here are pics of the guest room. I'm not done decorating it, but its a start. I don't have any pictures of my room, because I'm not done yet. Just because I start things, doesn't mean I finish them in a timely manner. This is why I rarely ever do projects.

Holidays

Thank you Erika and Josh, for the Amazing Advent Calender. It made it feel like Christmas. It made us happy. And it made us love you even more than we already do. . . . . if that is even possible.

Thank you Momo and Pappy, for the Christmas pajamas. They are getting good use!

I just adore these little ladies. More than I could ever express. They are awesome. Especially when they are sleeping.

Thank you Gramma Sharon for the goggles. No more red eyes after long days of swimming.

Thank you myself for the Choffy. I love and adore your delicious taste, and that you are so good for me. Aaaaaannnnnnd . . . . . You're welcome for the beautiful photo of me fresh out of bed with my Hawaii hair. Its hard to be this pretty, but someone has to do it.

Thank you Shirlyn and Deven, for hanging out with us on Christmas. We had a blast and i think Christmas tacos should be a tradition every year. Turkey is so out.

12th Anniversary
We celebrated our 12th Anniversary on the Star of Honolulu dinner cruise. I'm not used to such fancy stuff. I think I used the right forks. And I didn't get sea sick, so the night was pretty successful. Oh . . . and it also helps that I have a really good husband. Who puts up with my love of yoga pants, irrational behavior, and unkempt hair. He's a keeper.

Thank you Loder's and Cox's for the good times on New Years. Who knew Damon had such sweet moves?

I love when the holidays are over. I love starting fresh. I have decided that 2012 is going to be a really, really good year for me. Physically, mentally, spiritually, and financially. My resolutions for 2012 are:

1. Self control. Not to try and have self control, but to actually have it. To stop doing things that are wrong, and start doing things that are right. To tell myself "no," or better yet . . . . . , "yes, why not, go for it, you can do anything you put your mind to."

2. Be fun. I'm boring. I let my husband do all the playing. Especially with my kids. It's like I'm a 90 year old, watching him play with them all the time. Not gonna happen anymore. I'm going to swim with them. I'm going to play cards, and have fashion shows. I'm going to dance awkwardly (because that is how I dance). And I'm going to go down the slides at the water park. That's right. FUN.

I'll have you know, I went down 3 slides yesterday. Fun.

No more excuses. No more being lazy. No more putting things off. This is my year.
And while we are on the subject of my year, might I just add that I have signed up for 2 marathons, 2 half marathons, an 8 miler, and hope to sign up for a couple more halfs. I guess I'm a runner now. My goal is 1200 miles in 12 months. Minimum. Anything over that makes me super awesome.

Hau’oli Makahiki Hou 2012, from our family to yours!

34

2011-12-15T18:27:00.008-10:00

Before we talk about me being 34 . . . let us discuss my 33rd year.

It was a fabulous one . . . . a year I discovered a whole lot about myself.

For example . .. . I learned I could move my family to an island in the middle of the ginormous ocean, and be completely content with living in a little condo with geckos and an occasional cockroach. I learned that I could slow down, and to relax a bit. That I could live in slippas and yoga pants and not care that my frizzy hair looks like pubes and my face is riddled with acne (thank you humidity). After all . . . . It's not my looks that define me. It's my character. Of course I have plenty of room for improvement, something I strive for and I take very seriously (lets face it . . . there's not much I take seriously). I want to be better at so many things. I feel like surrounding myself with positive people who inspire and uplift is the key. I have the the most amazing people in my life who exude goodness. I'm so fortunate.

I learned I can do ANYTHING I put my mind to.

Remember this?

Well . . . . I did it. I trained for months with my "Valley Girls". Early mornings, late nights. Lots of sweat. Lots of blisters. Lots of chaffing. The training was awesome. Hitting each milestone was so rewarding and boosted my confidence. The actual marathon was hard. Really hard. I said I wasn't going to do it again. But I was totally joking. I'm AM going to do it again. And probably again and again. Because apparently I am very competitive with my own self. I know I can do better, and push myself harder. And that is exactly what I am going to do.

My 33rd year was awesome.

To celebrate the beginning of my 34th I wanted nothing more than to spend it with my little family doing things that I wanted to do.

I wanted to sleep in. So I did. Until 8. It was glorious.
I wanted to go on a run. Damon came with me. It was fun to chat.
I wanted to go to Walmart. (Some things never change).
I wanted to go to the pool. It never gets old.

Yes . . . . I actually wanted to wash my car on my birthday. It was just that disgusting.

I wanted Taco Bell for dinner. Because I am classy, and we had coupons.

Aaaaaaannnnnnd Yes. I chose Melona Bars over cake, because they are good. Really good.
I had 3.

I suppose I'm pretty easy to please.

Happy 34th Birthday to Me.
The End.

Things That are Awesome: Part III

2011-11-16T21:27:00.007-10:00

Halloween

What is so awesome about Halloween?
It's over. That's what.

I hate Halloween. Yah, its fun to dress my family up, but it is my least favorite holiday (sorry Erika). The reason? I love candy. And I have no self control. That is almost a lethal combination. This year I donated all but a small bowl of it to our Bishop's office. Sorry kids. Your mom sucks. But you are so very precious and pretty and you will thank me someday.

My New Job

I know I said I wasn't going to work. I made it 8 months. Its the longest break I've had from working since I was 15. But I like money. And I like to be busy. This job is perfect, because I can work from home, and it just happens to be something I am pretty good at. I work for one of the biggest wedding photography studios on the island. Visionari. They are amazing at what they do. I edit Japanese weddings. FYI . . . . Japanese people love to get married in Hawaii. So there is an abundance of work. Like I said. Perfect job. And I get to look at pretty little Japanese brides all day/night who have flawless skin, along with their Japanese husbands all have better hair than me. Awesome.

Training

I'm still training. I might not be very fast. But I can run far. I've never been in better shape. It's unfortunate my thighs don't show it. Whatevs.
Some things I've learned during all this pavement pounding. . . . . . .

1. Never buy white sports bras. 2. Spandex are amazing. Even on girls with saddlebags. 3. It's okay to talk about poo with your running partners. But only while running. Any other time it's strictly prohibited. 4. I can do really hard things.

3 more weeks, and I'm gonna slay this beast. It's going to be awesome is when this is all over. And what's even more awesome, is that I am going to keep running. Even though I swear I am not. Because everyone needs a complainer in their running club.
(you're welcome Tricia and Shirlyn).

Naughty Lila

You might be wondering why I think Lila being naughty is awesome. I don't. She is hands down my hardest kid. Since birth, she has a very strong personality. Very stubborn and vocal about whatever she is feeling. (Yes I know . . . she gets that from me). So after some troubles at preschool, I think I am finally understanding what works for her and what doesn't. We are really focusing on making good choices. She has consequences when she makes poor choices. And I follow through. (lets just say she HATES naps, and missing out on fun things her sisters get to do). I will not allow her to manipulate me anymore. I figure if I can channel her stubbornness in the right direction now . . . than her strong personality will hopefully be a good thing for her in the long run. So far so good. After some hard work on my part, she has been so much better. I love her to pieces, but this three year old does not run the dad-gum show. I do.
And that's awesome.

My Glass is now Half Full

My husband tells me sometimes I am too negative. I view it more as being realistic. It's just how I roll. I get stressed out about things I have no control over, or I am really hard on myself because I know I could be doing better. I've been trying to focus and being more positive and enjoying being in the moment. Instead of always wishing time away or wondering where I am going to be in 5 years, I am just trying to slow down and enjoy life. Its too short to be so high strung and worried all the time. Come to find out . . . its actually quite nice. I'm pretty much loving my life right now. I miss my sisters and my mainland girls so very much. But I have made some amazing friends over here. I love how beautiful it is. I realize how fortunate I am to live in such a wonderful place with my little family. Life is good. And that . . . my friends, is awesome.

Training

2011-10-15T09:58:00.007-10:00

I started my Saturday morning off at 3:45 am with a large amount of badassery.
Yes. I'm bragging. I'm really proud of myself.
Cheers . . . . . . to walking like a 90 year old for the rest of the weekend and going to bed at 6:00 tonight.
All of this torture just so I can cross running a marathon off my bucket list. I am going to revise my list to more minuscule tasks.

Swearing

2011-10-02T15:20:00.001-10:00

I swore I would never marry Damon.

Going on 12 years.

I swore I would never have kids.

Hello my Lovlies.

I swore I would never drive a van.

I love her.

I swore I would never move back to Hawaii.

Best decision EVER.

I sure swear I won't do a lot of things.
Shall I go ahead and swear a little more?
Okay. I will.

I swear I will never go on a Caribbean Cruise with my man and my friends.

I swear I will never run a full marathon.

I swear I will never have an up butt.

Aaaaaaannnnnnnddddd . . . . I solemnly swear I will never be riding around looking super cool in one of these . . . . that I OWN!
Don't worry. I will be wearing a helmet and goggles.

Thirty Four

2011-09-29T19:27:00.006-10:00

Big Daddy turned 34 today.

A request for his favorite Hot Sauce was put in a few days ago.

Ask . . . . and ye shall receive.
I'll get you whatever you want for your birthday. As long as I can buy it at Walmart.
And it is less than $3.

Another request was put in for a short sleeved white shirt. Its hot here. So Lila decided that it would be her gift to him.

Edyn and Ava have had his gifts ready for over two weeks. They are real craftsters. They made it themselves.

Its the Empire State Building. Duh.

And, a homemade pouch. Filled with tweezers, teeth flossers, face cleaning pads, q-tips, band aids, and some Japanese rice cookies that the kids won't eat.
They are so very thoughtful. And adorable.

When given the choice between me cooking steak and chocolate haupia pie OR Matsumotos and Sharks Cove Grill . . . . . Daddy chose the latter. Smart guy. Cause I really didn't want to cook steak. And who wouldn't want Matsy's instead of Birthday cake?

My Birthday Boy chowing down steak skewers with curry sauce. If you haven't tried them, you should. Sharks Cove Grill is our favorite.

And tomorrow . . . . . the celebration will continue. As we are going on a dinner cruise and watching Hilton Friday night fireworks . . . . sans children. I love friends who watch my kids for me. And I love Hawaii.

Happy Birthday Damon. You are the best husband I have ever had!

Mugs

2011-09-20T20:09:00.011-10:00

I'm pretty photogenic. And I have excellent taste in hair styles.
I have evidence. Behold . . . . . .

"Jail Breaker"

I had just moved home from Hawaii. I had also just found out I was pregnant with my first baby. This was cloud nine time for yours truly. So naturally, I did my hair all "pretty" and put on my best orange shirt to go and get my WA license. I just had to look good in my picture. I think it turned out pretty well . . . . . . that is . . . . if I had just been picked up for a DUI, or perhaps, public indecency. (Actually, I might be a criminal, because I totally weigh more that 140 in this picture. Isn't it obvious? I lied. Total criminal behavior). The only thing missing from this picture is me holding a black rectangular thingy with my inmate number. I had to live with this for three years . . . until I "accidentally" lost it and had to get a new one.

"Motherly"

At this point I was a mother to Edyn who was 2, and Ava who was 6 months. With two kids, I for sure needed to style my hair in the best "mom do" EVER. It was my 28th birthday the day I got this beauty. So naturally I put on my best mom jeans, along with my brown sweater I wore every single day. No joke. Damon and I spent the afternoon at the DMV. It was super romantic. Clearly this is better than "Jail Breaker." But not by much. And 140? Nope. I lied. Again. :)

"Bed Head"

It sort of looks like I rolled out of bed and went to the Army office to get this picture taken. Oh. Wait. That's because I did. (I'll have you know, that my teeth were indeed brushed). Actually . . . Its something that I do all the time. I wish I could say that I am ashamed of myself. But I'm not. The good news? I do weigh 140 in this picture.

"Bush"

Now that I'm back in Hawaii, and "Motherly" was going to expire, I thought . . ."This is it. This is my chance to right all the wrong ones. I can do this!" So I got up extra early, put in gobs of product. Straightened my hair, put it in curlers, and then curled it with a very hot curling iron, just to make sure it would look good. Not thirty minutes later, it looked like this. (Insert long drawn out sigh here). It's the humidity. There's nothing I can do about it. I hate my hair. Especially in Hawaii. But guess what? To make up for 8 more years of yet another failed attempt . . . I went ahead and put that I weigh 130 . . . . . just for funsies. Because that's atchully how much I want to weigh.

Confessions: Of my Sins (well . . . not all of them)

2011-09-14T12:36:00.008-10:00

Forgive me Readers . . . For I have sinned.

I don't recycle. Although I might start. According to Edyn, I'm not "being good to the environment." She's probably right. My cousins recycle. And my SIL Alyssa is really into it too. And my friend Angela. And they're downright awesome. I want to be downright awesome too.

Sometimes, I skip Sunday School, and talk to people in the hall instead.

I hold grudges. Not all the time. But sometimes.

I think lots of swear words. And every now and then . . . I even say them out loud. Just ask my kids. Or my husband. And yes..... It makes me feel like a real bad ass.

I don't wear underwear when I work out. Yah. Thats right. And I don't even feel bad for the people behind me who have to watch my booty shake. I figure it is inspiring them to quit eating brownies.

I drink Diet Pepsi three or four times a month. Sometimes Diet Coke. For sanity reasons. And because I like it. Its either gonna be that . . . or a whole bottle of wine. I choose the lesser evil.

Sometimes . . . I go to the store on Sunday. And I buy things. (GASP)

I don't wear my seatbelt after I get the mail. I drive 300 feet home and I don't put it on. That's right. I'm breaking the law. Its exhilarating. Even with the dang seat belt warning dinging the whole way.

I don't turn my blinker on 100 feet before I turn. And sometimes . . . I don't even use it if no on is around. Again . . . law breaker. Hardcore.

As you can see, I'm a SUPER HUGE rebel. I think I might end up in outer darkness. And I haven't even confessed my REALLY big sins. Yet.

In all seriousness though . . . . I do have a few things to confess that I really do feel bad about. Sometimes I say really mean things. And I can be really rude. I could shirk responsibility here, but I'm gonna go ahead and admit that I DO indeed know better. I'll also admit that its not always intentional. But every once in a while it is. Sometimes I feel bad enough to apologize. Other times . . . I don't.

Lately, I have been thinking a lot about what kind of person I want to be. I also think about what kind of person I DON'T want to be. I don't want to be a negative, rude, judgmental, know it all, grudge holder who spews from my mouth things that I will regret later (and sometimes later takes years). I DO want to love and accept people for who they are. Even if I don't agree with what they are doing. Because honestly. . . . . I'm pretty sure a lot of people don't agree with everything I do. And that's just fine with me.

Things That are Awesome: Part II

2011-07-22T18:26:00.015-10:00

(again . . . when I say awesome . . . that includes people, places or things).

Hawaiian Drivers

Just another reason to love where I live. I don't think there are very many people on this island who even know what road rage is. Drivers are just so laid back. It's awesome. If you need in . . . they'll let you in. If you need over . . . they'll let you over. They are friendly as can be. All you gotta do is throw a Shaka out your window, and pay it forward.

Boise State
Who would have ever guessed, that when Ricky Ticky Thompson gave Damon this shirt all those years ago that he would actually be a Bronco? That's right. . . . . Damon is a Bronco. He is currently working on his MET from Boise State. Awesome.

Expedia DOT COM!
Let me just tell you what an awesome company Expedia is to work for. Expedia is an AWESOME company to work for. Damon loves his job. He is doing excellent and is enjoying his new position. I love that I don't have to work. It took some getting used to, but its really growing on me. If you are coming to Hawaii (any of the islands) and you want a hassle free trip, Damon is the man you want to talk to.

Books
Now that I have an abundance of time, I have decided to start reading again. I'm about 5-10 years behind in fashion. So why not be 5-10 years behind in reading as well. I decided it was time to jump on the wagon and read Harry Potter. All 7 of them within about 2 months. Awesome.
(I think the movies are NOT awesome. I would watch each movie after I read the book. I don't understand how people can really like the movies if they haven't read the books. There is just WAY too much stuff left out).

4th of July
Yes. I usually BBQ spread eagle. I'm super classy.

A beautiful day at Bellows beach with some GREAT friends.

Topped off with a night at Schofield spending way too much money on hot dogs and cotton candy and watching fireworks.

Cousins and Kauai

I LOVE my cousins. Especially when they come to Kauai, and I hop on a plane and spend the weekend with them sans children.

We took a cruise of the NaPali Coastline. On the way back we were fortunate enough to see this amazing rainbow. I managed to put down my barf bag and snap a few shots. Kauai is AMAZING. I might have to move there someday.

Summer Workshops
I'm a big fan of free entertainment. I'm also a big fan of getting out of my house. When I got a paper home from school towards the end of the year with a list of dates for free summer workshops, you better believe I signed up for all of them. Cool people, fun crafts, and good times. The last workshop we made spam musubi. I'm not a big fan, but apparently my kids are. Awesome.

Blurb

I'm working on making my blog into a book. It's addicting, and quite amusing to go back to when I started and reminisce. I would like to formally apologize for my excessive use of exclamation points in my early blogging years. I must have been really excited back then. I assure you I am WAY less exciting/excited now.

Fodder's Day . . . . . .

2011-06-19T16:46:00.006-10:00

. . . . . that's what Toots calls it. My girls love their Fodder. They should, because he is a good one. Actually, he's more than good. He's great. He's the kind of Dad who encourages and compliments. He understands the importance of being there for his babies. To play with them, teach them, and love them. He makes them feel special. Because they are. They mean the world to him. I'm really glad my little ladies scored such a great dad.

To celebrate, I put on the most patriotic sweat/men's t-shirt attire I could find (as July 4th is right around the corner), and whipped up some steak and shrimp for my man.

Toots was there to supervise and provide conversation. It went something like this . . . .

Me: Toots, go put some clothes on.
Toots: I don't eat my boogers anymore. I flick them. Or I wipe them on my baby because she can't talk.
Me: Awesome. Go inside and get some clothes on. You're in my bubble.
Toots: (Ignores me and continues to be mostly naked and suck on her sucker).

Happy Father's Day to all the GREAT dad's out there!

And if you aren't a great dad . . . . Its never too late to change ;)

Things That are Awesome

2011-06-05T17:33:00.001-10:00

(and when I say things, that also includes people and events).

Sea Turtles

I've seen them a million times, but I still think they are so cool.

Geckos

Our house pet . . . for while anyway. Fred (named by my little ladies) came to visit us the night of the Tsunami warning (not awesome). We welcomed him in, knowing he would eat any bug in his path. Unfortunately, I found his shriveled little dried dead carcass in my closet a few weeks later. RIP Fred.

Home Decor

I don't even know what to say about this, except that I'm pretty sure it brings us good luck.

Spam
I feel that its appropriate for me to cook with Spam now that I live in Hawaii. Come to find out . . . . . . . Its actually pretty good. My kids beg for this little dish.

Edyn's Baptism

My biggest little lady got baptised April 1st. It was AWESOME. Simple, and sweet. A few family and a few friends. I love Edyn. She is a REALLY good girl.

Easter Dresses

From Erika and Momo. Thank you once again for spoiling us rotten. We feel so blessed to have you in our lives!

Visitors

Gramma Sharon, Cassie and Lauren came for the baptism. We had so much fun, and laughed
A LOT. I also gained 5 pounds. That was not awesome.

Momo and Pappy stopped by Oahu just to see us. We LOVE you Momo and Pappy!

Greg and Rene, our friends from back in the BYUH days. It was so good to see you guys! Please come again soon, so you can buy us more ice cream :)

Kevin came to visit spur of the moment. It made our week to have him! It was not awesome when he left.

Damon and Kevin went on a shark adventure. They had a great time until a lady threw up right next to them. Game over.

I hate that I don't have any pictures of when Mary and Andrew McMann, and Tim and Hannah Fuhriman came to visit. I guess you all will just have to come again soon. And we sure loved all your leftover food :) Thanks again!

We LOVE visitors. Come see us!

Matsumoto's Shave Ice

Don't ever settle for imitation. I've made the mistake twice (dang long lines at Matsy's). I will never make the mistake again. Its just not worth it. If you've never had one, you are truly missing out on one of life's greatest pleasures.
(yes. my hat is bedazzled).

Good Citizen Girls

I have awesome kids. They are so smart and such good students. They both received Good Citizen awards on the last day of school. I love them. And I love their school.

Missing Teeth
It was not my pleasure to pull Ava's two bottom teeth. That is Tia's job. But she is in Washington. So I took one for the team. Gross. The tooth fairy was on the ball too, because she came on the first night the teeth were under her pillow. It must be all the nasty notes she's recieved in the past.

Oops. Dang Tooth Fairy.

Job Promotions

Sugar Daddy has been promoted. I am so proud of him. He's such and amazing guy and works so hard to support all of his ladies. I know he'll do great in his new position.

Summer Time
School got out for us on May 26. I love Summer. No waking up early. No homework (except reading of course). No making lunches every morning. No arguing over brushing hair, etc.
We'll be at the beach, pool, park, zoo, library, and lounging in our house for the next two months enjoying no schedule in Beautiful Hawaii if anyone needs us.

(PS. Can anyone tell me why blogger is uploading my pictures with such poor quality)?

Six

2011-05-15T18:42:00.001-10:00

Happy 6th Birthday to my Ava!

We celebrated by swimming for three hours yesterday in the beautiful Hawaii sun in the comfort of our own (sort of) pool!

And today . . . . on her actual birthday, we went ahead and had a feast of her favorite food. Shrimp. Ava loves shrimp. I should just call her Bubba, because her love for the stuff is that Forrest Gumpish.

Her love for Sharpay is quite amazing as well.

Hello Kitty . . . . I try to discourage (I'm sorry if you're Japanese and this offends you), but it was only five bucks. Hours and hours of coloring will keep this six year old busy.

And of course we had to buy (I don't bake) her a princess cake. Safeway it the place.

I love you Baybalicious, Blue Eyed, Crazy Cute 6 year old girl!

A Remedy of Sorts

2011-04-16T19:34:00.000-10:00

The other day I went to Costco and I spotted a treat that I thought would be healthy and delicious.

Healthy . . . . it is. Delicious . . . it isn't.

I guess you can say that it tastes about as good as being kicked in the crotch with a steel toed boot would feel.

Me, being the frugal girl that I now am (Hawaii will do that to you) decided to come up with a way to not waste my nine dollars.

FYI . . . I'm a big fan of dark chocolate.

And now we have little balls of unhealthy deliciousness.
I. Am. Genius.

Time

2011-04-13T10:55:00.000-10:00

Now that I have an abundance of time, my brain has many more opportunities to think.
I feel it would be appropriate to record a few of my more profound thoughts for my posterity.

*I am way better at jump rope than my husband. Even if it does make me wet myself.
*My husband is way better at being nice to people than I am.
*What is it about Will Ferrell that I find so attractive?
*Is there really a need for mosquitoes? And what purpose do they serve anyway, besides ruining my life?
*Should I keep dying my hair dark, or go back to mouse brown/gray? This $10 dye in a bottle I have been using since I left my beloved Dorri isn't working out for me.
*Will I ever be able to graduate from the training bra that my 12 year old niece gave me when it didn't fit her anymore?
*Will I be able to make it home at the end of August? Bret Michaels will be at the fair. If I can get close enough, I could throw said training bra on stage. Will this cause him to fall in love with me? If so . . . How would I explain it to Damon?
*I can't believe its getting to be election time again.
*How could the lady that lived in our condo before us be such a dirt bag? Oh . . wait. She's a politician. Totally makes sense now.
*How did my third child get to be so crazy? It couldn't be because of me.
*Tina is the one who introduced me to Lemon Blueberry Trifle. She really should be rewarded. I think I will send her my third child via USPS. I will poke holes in the box for the little loca's breathing comfort.
*Should I have another kid? Probably not. This big loca is pretty much maxed out. However, if I do, my lady lumps would get significantly bigger for a time. I might pull all my hair out due to craziness, so that would solve the whole hair color issue. Also, I will have to deliver at a hospital with a geriatrics maternity ward, and that could be hard to find. This a tough one. I'm gonna go with NO. . . . for now. Probably forever.

As you can see, I need something to do. . . . . other than lay out. . . . . as it might be frying my brain cells. I have got to find a hobby. I can only check the newsfeed on Facebook so many times in one day, and I can only push The Toots so far in her stroller before she begs me to go home and watch Dora. So I guess my only option for now is to start blogging again. Beware.

So Far, So Good

2011-04-11T16:25:00.000-10:00

Its been a little over two months since our big move. Things are going great. My kids love their school, we love our ward, we love where we live, we have some great friends, and Damon is doing great at his job. I know it doesn't make sense to some people or even us at times, but I'm just really glad that we took a huge risk. I know we are where we are supposed to be for now. I don't know exactly why, but I have a few guesses . . . . .

* I am learning to relax. Its common knowledge that I am SUPER high strung. Hawaii does not allow that. Since I am not working, I have tons of free time. I've never had much of that at all. Sometimes I will find myself becoming impatient, or in a huge hurry, and I quickly remind myself to "simmer down now," and that I have ABSOLUTELY nothing else to do. I think moving here will seriously add years to my life . . . . if I can just keep this whole relaxing bit up, that is.

* It has been reaffirmend to me so many times in just a few short months, that I could care less about having a big huge fancy house, driving the nicest car, or wearing designer clothes (Walmart is about as trendy as I get these days). It just doesn't matter. What I want most, is to be the best mom and wife that I can be. A big part of this, is creating lasting memories with my little family. We have done so many fun things TOGETHER in the last few months that we will remember forever. I'm not saying you have to move far away to do this, but for us . . . . we were just way too busy and consumed with other things at home.

* Having so much free time, has really allowed me to do some soul searching. I want to be a good person. A really good person. I have a lot (and when I say a lot I mean A LOT) of things that I need to work on to get there. I know I have been guilty of it in the past, and I might be guilty of it in the future (I'm going to try my hardest not to), but I no longer want, nor do I need to sit around and worry about what I think everyone else is doing wrong. "Who am I to judge another, when I walk imperfectly?" I've got to focus on the things that I need to change about myself so that I can be the best me.

I'm not sure exactly how long we will be here. We are figuring it all out. It could be a year, it could be four. But for now . . . I am going to enjoy every minute of living in one of the most beautiful places on earth.

PS . . . Come visit.

Eight!

2011-03-03T18:11:00.000-10:00

Edyn turned 8 today.

Of course we celebrated.

(Are you having deja vu?)

Pool party Saturday!

And today . . . on her special day, we ate cake for breakfast. 6:30am birthday parties are not very lively. The good news . . . . is that her cake DID NOT taste like dish soap.

Happy Birthday Beadsa! Mommy LOVES you so much!

Three!

2011-03-02T19:06:00.001-10:00

Toots turned 3 today!

Of course we had to celebrate.

We had a pool party on Saturday. Fun times. It sure is nice to have summer all year round.

And today . . . . on her special day, she allowed me to push her up Wika'o hill three times (she knows mommy's bum needs to shrink), played at the park, and took a quick dip in the pool.

Talking to Grandma Sharon.

A special Dora cake. It tasted like dish soap.

Happy Birthday Tootsies! Mommy loves YOU!!!!!!

Today is the Day . . . . .

2011-02-06T08:00:00.000-10:00

. . . . . . that Team Fairchild is moving to Hawaii.

A few things I had to take care of before I left . . . . . .

I pretty much got rid of everything I owned. It's actually quite refreshing. Aren't you lucky if you got to partake in all that free stuff?! We shipped our van and 16 boxes, and are taking 4 bags with us on the plane . . . for a family of five . . . that's pretty freaking awesome.

In preparation for my move, one last girls night was a must.

I can't be bothered by unruly hair anymore, so I had Dorri chop it.

FAQ's about Team Fairchild's big move.

Q: You sure move a lot. Whats up with that?
A: Its my way of de-junking. We figured that since we've moved 5 times in the last three years (did you know that four of those houses were on the same street? talk about confusing), we should probably go BIG this time.

Q: Why Hawaii?
A: Why not?

Q: But isn't it soooooo expensive over there?
A: Yes. But we're definitely not Hawaii virgins. We lived there for three years when we were newly married. We know what we are getting ourselves in to. Yes . . . we will be paying more for a 1400 square foot 3 bedroom 2 bathroom condo then we did for our 3400 square foot house . . . but our condo will be in paradise. Nuff said.

Q: What are you guys going to do over there?
A: Damon will be working for Expedia and going back to school to pursue his dream. He will also continue to do photos. Looks like he is gonna be super busy. My SUPERMAN! He is amazing. Yours Truly . . . . . will be on permanent vacay for the next four years at least. Its no big deal :).

Q: Why if you say your Tri Cities business was doing so good, would you want to leave it?
A: Truth be told . . . Photography is not our dream. Its just something that Damon happens to be really good at and enjoys. Its not the lifestyle that we want to live. He actually likes to be home with his family on the evenings and weekends. We will have our business in Hawaii, It will just be different. There will also be times when he is back on the mainland and will do pictures for clients here. We'll let you know well in advance when those times are . . . . but in the meantime . . . If you're ever in Hawaii . . . Oahu to be exact . . call him up. He would love to do a beautiful family, senior, or whatever else tickles your fancy (no porn, he's not into that) portrait for you in paradise.

Q: How long have you known about your move?
A: Its was a very long, prayerful decision that finally came in August of 2010.

Q: Why did you try so hard to keep it on the down low?
A: Lots of reasons. But mostly, because we didn't know exactly when we would be leaving. We didn't want it to harm our business in any way, and we were concerned about how our children would react. The other reasons are none of your business. ;)

Q: Why have you been wearing the same outfit for the last month?
A: Oh. You noticed? Dang. Because I have given away all of my winter clothes, and the rest are on a ship bound for Hawaii.

Q: Why didn't you say goodbye to me?
A: Well . . . if I didn't say goodbye to you, chances are I never saw you or talked to you that much anyway. So . . . sorry about that. Its just that I was busy getting ready to make a major move, practically by myself, as Daddy was already in Hawaii working at his new job. Consider this your friendly Aloha Oe . . . until we meet again.

Q: Can I come to Hawaii and stay with you?
A: Yes . . . But only if I like you (the list of people I don't is really short, so you're probably not on it, but if you are on that list, please don't come. That would just be awkward). Actually, you would be foolish not to come. It would be the cheapest trip to Hawaii you will ever take. Hotel Fairchild might be small, but it will definitely be five star. I will spoil you rotten (I'm not gonna have much to do. Damon refuses to let me work. That's gonna be a weird and hard thing for me. Working is in my blood. Time to be a Mommy. Full time. I'm really grateful he's putting his foot down on this one). We are so excited for all the visitors we are going to have!

Q: What will you miss most?

A: My sisters, and my friends of course. I love them dearly. My job. I loved Apricot Lane with all my heart. So many good times there. My Young Women. Such beautiful GOOD girlies. My cousins. They are so freaking awesome. Snow. I like snow. Nothing but Noodles. I love that place. My friends and my sisters. Gold's gym. I love Spin. My brothers. They are so freaking awesome. Being backdoor neighbors with Wal*Mart. We've become so close over the last 5 years. Literally. Hot summer days at Nicholls and Hills pools. Erika. Its not like I'll just be able to hop in my car and drive to Colorado to spoon her and play with her hair. Mamie. My roomie. What in da hell am I gonna do without her? I could take two years telling you everything she has done for me and my family. Bekie. Whose face am I going to make fun of? Who's ALWAYS going to watch my kids for free? Dorri. Who's gonna do my hair? Who's going to make those amazing lemon thingies you make? Marianne. Who's gonna make me delicious treats and tell me how awesome I am? Jen. Who am I going to text all the time about my weight loss and gains (you're not escaping me Jen. Believe it or not, they do have texting in Hawaii)? Nicole. Who will drink diet raspberry coke with turd ice with me? Who will plan all the lunch dates? Gloria. Who am I going to switch kids with all the time? Who will carry me up huge big hills on their back for killer workouts? Kristie. Who am I going to tell my deep dark secrets to? Who is going to inspire me to be the best that I could possibly be? Soooo many more amazing friends that I will miss. Did I mention I'm gonna miss my friends and my sisters? The good news is . . . is that they will all remain my dear friends. And I'm anxiously awaiting your visits already!

Q: What will you miss least?
A: Wind, crazy busy lifestyle, drama.

PEACE OUT MAINLAND!

I'm really excited for us. This is gonna be good. Really good.

I Resolve

2011-01-01T00:02:00.000-10:00

My New Years resolution is not to lose weight. I grown quite accustom to being average. Instead, I resolve to quit complaining. I have a really good life. Nothing to complain about (except for my very small chest). But for some reason or other, I find myself often being ungrateful. I'm going to try my very hardest to be positive and grateful in 2011. We'll see how it goes . . . . and if its going well, perhaps I'll try it in 2012 as well. No promises.

I'm also resolving to bite my tongue. Not literally. I'm pretty sure I was born without a filter. Too often, I spew things out of my mouth that I (sometimes) end up regretting later. If I could just zip my lips I could avoid this problem. Duh. Easier said than done for this Loca . . . . but I'll give it a valiant effort.

That it. That's all I'm gonna shoot for this year. I wouldn't want to over do it.
Happy 2011

Its just that . . . . .

2010-12-29T13:12:00.000-10:00

. . . . I've lost the desire to blog. Probably because I have way too much to do, and blogging would just be one more thing. I have a few more posts I want to share with my four fans (also for journaling purposes) . . . but after that, I think I will be done. Facebook is just so much easier.

So here it is . . . . what I have been up to for the last 8 months.

I don't know if there is a "best cousins" contest . . . but if there was . . . I would win. Hands down. I have the best cousins ever. We've been spending lots of time together. Who knew hard core liberals and crazy conservatives could get along so well?! I love them.

Summer Dodge Ball. Its too bad we are always ineligible for the costume prizes.

Our business is doing awesome. I'm not bragging. I just feel really blessed. We had a really busy summer/fall. My man has got mad photography skills. I hate to break my own arm patting myself on the back, but I do all the editing . . . therefore . . . I've got mad editing skills. I'm not gonna lie though. . . . . I do get pretty sick of sitting at my computer.
Just a few samples below.

I keep myself pretty busy being a mom. I have the cutest kids ever. Words could never explain my love for these little ladies.

Edyn started 2nd grade and Ava started Kindergarten. Its so nice :)

Since we now work for ourselves, it makes it super easy to do whatever we want . . . like go to Colorado to see our BFF's . . . not once but TWICE! July and October. I love that state. I love road trips and I LOVE the Saunders/Hammonds. We're pretty much treated like VIP's by them. I never want to leave. As a matter of fact . . . I just might move in someday. I've become quite good at shacking up and mooching! Be prepared.
What a pleasant surprise it was to find out how well my little ladies could behave on a 20 hour drive (one way mind you). 80 hours of driving all together. No barfing. No fighting. Only a couple bouts of explosives (someone gave Toots Fiber One bars. Oops).

My Man turned 33 in September. Can you tell he was pretty excited about it?

On Thanksgiving Me and my girl Jen went to spin early. Spinning is my new love. Its just about the only thing I will wake up for at 5am. Who knew?

Jen has really big muscles. I have really big saddlebags. Soooooo . . . . It pretty much evens out.

Then there was an uneventful Thanksgiving dinner at our humble home. It was so uneventful . . . I didn't even take any pictures. Hmmmmmm . . . .

December 5th we hopped on a plane to Hawaii. Our old stomping grounds. We lived there for three years right after we got married. What a treat to go back and stay at Hotel Loder (Thank you guys. We owe you BIG TIME), lay on the beach for hours, visit with great friends, eat our brains out (I gained 6 pounds in one week . . . i know. . . pretty impressive), and spend some time together without our kids.

I think I'll go back soon.

Happy Birthday to me. I turned 33.
It doesn't feel any different than 32. Or even 22. I just look older.

Christmas 2010. Believe it or not, we actually DID NOT over do it this year. We kept it simple. Our kids were happy, we were happy, and we didn't spend gobs of money. Again . . . who knew?!

The end.

Five

2010-05-20T09:50:00.000-10:00

Looking for a few good suggestions on how to throw the most ghetto-fabulous 5 year old birthday party? You're in luck. I just so happen to know someone who just got done not only planning . . . but executing one.

1. On your child's actual birthday, you forget to request the day off so you bum off your motherly responsibilities and have your husband take her to the waterpark and to Famous Daves with her sisters and cousins. He does willingly. . . because he's the best dad/husband in the world. You make sure to have him take pictures, but you forget to tell him NOT to dress them like orphans.

Ava's Favorite Aunties . . . here on her actual birthday!

2. Skip the invitations. No time for that. You send out a tacky group text. Text should say something like, "I'm having a short and sweet birthday party for Ava at my . . . . and when I say "my" I really mean "Mamie's" house. Monday 4-5.... We'll just play a few games outside and have cake and ice cream. You are more than welcome to bring all of your kids and you are also welcome to stay if you want. I know. . . . . I'm a party animal." The day of the party you remember how many people you forgot to invite.

3. Go ahead and procrastinate getting anything ready for the "short and sweet" party until the morning of . . . . . . . after you have been at the Dr. with a screaming baby for 2 hours. Then you head to . . . . wait for it . . . . . wait for it . . . . WALMART. . . . to get all of the essentials. You know . . . Pinata, gobs of candy, Pre-made cake, cake mix (you have to make sure you have enough because you forgot how many people you invited), frosting, and because you are super classy and want to save money on paper cups, you go ahead and get Capri Suns. Its like killing two birds with one stone.

4. You go home and plan on getting started, cause now you are down to 3 hours before ghetto fabulous party, and you still have to clean the house, make 48 cupcakes, and a vegetable tray for those of us with high cholesterol (dang). . . . . BUT . . . . Tootsies is exhausted from all of her screaming, so of course you have to lay her down for a nap, but she refuses to sleep unless you are snuggling her. Oops . . . You accidentally fall asleep for 45 minutes (come to find out . . . your fatigue is caused by lack of sleep). You wake up and jump out of Mamie's bed (you can't sleep in yours because its full of laundry and your room is so dirty you can barely walk through it) and realize that NOW you only have 1 hour 15 minutes to pull this off.

5. Scrambling, you do the best multi-tasking you have ever done, baking, peeling and slicing, cleaning . . . . you get it pretty much done with 5 minutes to spare, and are so grateful when Mamie and Kristy walk in through the garage and ask what they can do to help. Usually you would be too embarrassed and say . . . "oh nothing, I got it all" . . . . but you don't, so you have Mamie put the vegetable tray together and Kristy frost the cupcakes while you continue to scramble.

6. All of the kids show up and you play a quick game. . . . . on the wet grass of course. It would be a shame to keep their pants clean. The first game goes off pretty well. But you just know that the Pinata is gong to be a hit . . . . after all, all the other birthday parties you go to, it takes up plenty of time and the kids have so much fun . . . . And because you bought a special Princess Pinata at Walmart, what could go wrong?

7. You line all 20 kids up . . . Birthday girl first of course. Thinking you're gonna sit back and kill some time . . . And Birthday girl breaks that sucker down on her third swing. Which leads you to believe . . . 1. Walmart Pinatas Suck. Who knew? 2. You probably shouldn't use a metal bat 3. Overstuffing with candy can also hinder time killing, as it makes the pinata too heavy, allowing it to fall off the rope, helping it break easier. 4. Kids aren't too concerned with hitting the dang thing. They just want the candy. Geez. You should save yourself 20 bucks and throw the candy in the air and watch them scramble.

8. What the heck. You just move on to cake and ice cream. Except you are so caught up in all the chaos . . . that you forget not only to sing Happy Birthday and blow out candles . . . . but eat the blasted cake. Whatever. The cupcakes worked just fine, and you can put that cake in the freezer and give it to your Mother in Law the next day for her birthday. You're a big fan of re-gifting anyway. Even if it is tacky. You ARE tacky.

9. Speaking of tacky . . . you rush everyone out the door, because you have somewhere to be . . . a surprise birthday celebration for your friend that you need to get to STAT. And you leave the mess for your husband to clean up . (But you get home . . . and it hasn't been cleaned up).

10. You neglect posting it on your blog . . . . which is also your journal until 5 days after the actual birthday because you are too dang busy to do anything but raise children, help your husband run your new business, work at the greatest boutique ever, figure out what the heck is wrong with your shoulder/arm, church responsibilities, be super cool, and perhaps trying to fit in a few breaths now and then.

The End.

P.S. I'm full of ideas for D-Day Parties, Weddings, Bridal and Baby showers, etc. Feel free to give me a jingle and I'll help you out anytime.

P.P.S. I'm so sorry Ava. I'll do better next time. You are my beautiful, spunky, sassy, hilarious, blue eyed girl. Happy Birthday . . . . . MOMMY LOVES YOU!

Ladies

2010-04-30T17:45:00.000-10:00

I'm really into Ladies . . . . not in the gay sort of way (I prefer men . . . the Damon type). . . . .however . . . I LOVE WOMEN. Women are who I relate with best . . . . as I am a one.

A VERY AMAZING woman wrote this blog, and I just fell in love with her even more because of it. I must share.

"Durable . . . . . .

...beauty.

How many times have I walked passed this little patch of pansies? They line the pathway to our front door. The little English garden is dead/dormant...except for this remarkable beauty. The weather this winter has been dry... but at times, bitterly cold. How beautiful and durable is this amazing plant?

Allow me, if you will, to be sentimental. Seeing this flower, smiling at me in the morning sun, reminded me of the durable beauty of the women in my life. How many women do you know who endure bitterly cold trials in their lives while maintaining amazing grace and beauty? Life around them may be falling apart yet there they stand with a smile on their face, if only for the benefit and morale of their loved ones. In Austenland (not the book but the general genre of literature) men described women as delicate flowers requiring careful attention and handling.

YUCK.

Women are, in fact, flowers. But the kind that push up through frozen earth, the kind that emerge unscathed from under three feet of snow, the kind that may go unnoticed because they don't need to be carefully attended to, they can handle themselves.

I am grateful for these flowers in my life."

I am so very grateful for all the "flowers" in my life as well . . . . . .

Who stick with me through thick and thin (literally),

love me despite my many faults,

love my children as their own daughters or grand-daughters ,

serve me and my family unselfishly, when they are the ones who really need the break,

pray for me and my sanity,

inspire me to become a better mother, wife, sister, daughter, and friend,

laugh with me when I am happy, laugh at me when I am an idiot, and on those rare occasions when I cry . . . . . cry with me,

listen when I just need to vent,

and just plain understand . . . . . what its like to be a woman.

I LOVE YOU MY LADIES . . . . .

. . . . . you know who you are.

Seven

2010-03-03T19:25:00.000-10:00

Another Special Birthday Girl in our house! Beadsa turned 7 today. We've been hearing about this birthday for quite some time. The paper chain countdown (for about the last year), posters with tally marks, birthday wish-lists . . . . . the girl takes after her aunt Meghan . . . . She LOVES her birthday!

Since she had a big party last year, we decided to keep it simple. A few friends over after school, manicures and pedicures given by yours truly, cupcake decorating (many thanks to Tio and Tia for over-seeing that one), playing outside, eating way too much sugar, hot dogs (Edyn's choice) for dinner, more sugar, lots of great presents, and to top it all off, losing her third tooth! What a day!

Little Evan Man helping make the cupcakes while all the ladies played outside. I think it may have been a little overwhelming for him . . . . all those crazy girls!

We are pretty much party animals.

I want to throw up just looking at these. I sure hope all you parents brushed your kids teeth after I dropped them off!

I'm not nice, and I am for sure not a feet person . . . its just a good way to kill time!

You may notice a few things about this cake. 1. Toots demolished it. 2. Toots bit a huge chunk out of the Seven. 3. Toots chewed up said chunk, and proceeded to spit it back out to the right of the Seven. 4. Toots is gross. 5. No one wanted cake. 6. I ate half the cake when the party was over. But it was the half that didn't have Toots' regurgitated wax on it. I wouldn't go that far. . . . well . . . . maybe I would.

A new bike, scriptures, shirts, barbies, necklaces . . . . . every 7 year olds DREAM!

Again . . . . I'm so glad that Tia Bekie likes to pull teeth. Not something I ever want to do. Ewwww!!

Happy 7th Birthday Beadsa! MOMMY LOVES YOU!

Twooots

2010-03-02T18:05:00.001-10:00

In case you didn't catch that . . . . its Two and Toots together (I am super clever) because "The Toots" turned 2 today.

It was a pretty special day for her. She got to go to her beloved Tia's house where she was allowed to wear her Elmo apron ALL DAY LONG (thanks for that Gabe and Kristie), as well as wear Elmo diapers. You see, we buy pampers from Costco. No Elmo. Tia Bekie has Pamper's Cruisers from Target. Covered in Elmo. Toots knows when she goes to Tia's that she gets to wear "Elmo Burpers." Which only make her frequent trips there more enjoyable.

Dinner was her choice . . . . "chickie nuggies" and "fwies."

And for dessert, Elmo cupcakes (can you see a pattern here? The kid is a little obsessed with the furry red little dude) . . . . . I stole the idea from my sister, who stole the idea from her sister-in- law. Being the domestic goddess that I am, I went ahead and gave Tia Bekie that task. She performed it quite well.

Guess what I am smelling in the bottom picture? Lucky Me!

All in all, it was a dream come true for a 2 year old.

I love you Lila
Toots . . . Tooters . . .Tooties . . . . . and more recently known as Gary.

Happy Birthday!
You are so precious. I can't imagine life without you.
P.S. I hope that by your third birthday you sleep through the night . . . . . In your own bed.

I KISSED A GIRL AND I LIKED IT

2010-02-13T22:25:00.000-10:00

Yah, I know what you're thinking. You never knew this about Libbie. Nobody knew this about Libbie. And the reason isn't what you would typically think. It's actually that I, Damon, have hijacked Libbie's Blog. The reason why is obvious.

While this is our 10th Valentines day since we formally committed our lives to each other, it is not our 10th together. As most of you know, our story started at Kennewick High School way back in 1993.

After using my totally high schoolish method of having Libbie's sister Emily talk to her for me, we began to get to know each other. It didn't start off so hot because the first time I tried to engage her in the hallway where we passed each other every day, I totally tripped over my own foot and fell straight to the ground. Too embarrassed to face her, I got up and just walked on by. Fortunately my amazing hair and muscles helped her to get over my clumsy beginning and give me another shot.

Our first real interaction was on an amazing bike ride in which a large number of her friends "happened" to pass by my house. Of course I had a feeling they would show since they had done a few drive byes on previous days, so I borrowed my best friend Alan's bike and made sure to have my shirt off when this time they actually rang the doorbell.

I know I looked pretty hot shirtless, but not as hot as Libbie. She always has and always will.

In those days I was not only a smooth mover, but a fast mover so I made sure to show Libbie my appreciation of her beauty by giving her a sweet little goodbye kiss. I'm sure I actually thought it was "sweet" and "little" but judging from my current knowledge and experience my guess is that I was probably sloppy and grossed her out more than anything else. For me though, it was just the opposite. "I kissed a girl and I liked it." There was something in it. Something different. Something special. While I can, and will explain later many of the things I feel for my amazing wife, what I never could and still can't put into words is how I felt and still feel when she kisses me back. That day became sacred to us. May 27th 1993. We considered it for many years our "anniversary".

So skip ahead 6 years. After idiotic High School behavior and break-ups, a mission, some college, lots of other boys (still makes me a bit sick in my stomach) somehow we find our way back together and after an AMAZINGLY ROMANTIC proposal on Sunset beach, we are on our way to the Portland Temple. We had always talked about being sealed to each other there, and it was finally going to happen. It did on December 29th, 1999 and I can still remember the smile on my face. Ear to Ear. Holding her hand across the altar and there again "I kissed a girl and I liked it".

Photo by Shawn Murphy

It felt the same as it always had. Never changing. It never will.

Photo by Shawn Murphy

Now ten years have gone by for us and our family as a married couple. Edyn, Ava, and Lila are clear evidence that when I kiss "a girl" I still like it! Libbie will tell you how much it annoys her that I always want kisses from her, but I know she loves it. She loves knowing it has NEVER changed or faded the in the slightest.

So in honor of our 1oth Valentines Day, I'm gonna spend just another minute telling you 10 things I love about Libbie, in no particular order of importance.

1. Libbie is a GREAT kisser.

Have I made that clear?

2. Libbie is extremely loyal.

I have never doubted her and I never will.

3. Libbie's determination is unparalleled.

If you know my wife, you know when she makes up her mind, she makes up her mind and NOTHING will stop her.

4. Libbie is an unbelievably hard worker.

She doesn't stop till the job is done. 2, 3, 4, 5:00 in the morning. I've seen it over and over again.

5. Libbie is BEAUTIFUL.

I've never seen anyone more beautiful. Recently, a group of my young male students were high-fiving me because of how "hot" she is. I heard qoute "I'm actually jealous right now Fairchild". Her blue eyes, and so much more that I'll gloss over to keep this G- Rated!

6. Libbie loves our Babies. Loves them.

I can see it in her eyes. I can feel it when she talks about them. Are we perfect parents? No, but I know her love is perfect.

7. Libbie is 100% honest.

You know how she feels about everything! She's not afraid to tell it like it is. And does...

8. Did I mention Libbie was HOT?

My fav? Leggings... Short dress... Tall black boots... Hair up...HOT. Smokin. Oooo...

9. Libbie not only want's, BUT demands that I be better.

Better at everything. Husband, father, businessman. Such positive pressure to excel.

10. Libbie is SOOOOOOO Clean.

I know hygiene seems like a silly thing to put here, but no way. I love my clean wife. She not only looks good all the time, but she smells go000od. If she wasn't I probly wouldn't like it so much when I "kiss a girl".

11. Did I mention Libbie was HOT? Yea, don't get me started...

So what, that was 11, not 10. Two were the same thing just to emphasize her beauty.

I could go on. I could keep typing. I could keep reminiscing or begin fantasizing (my favorite) but I'll spare you. Just know this: All those many Valentines ago, when "I kissed a girl and I liked it" and for every Valentines day until forever, when "I kiss a girl" I'll always "like it". Always.

xoxo

daddy

Dirt Bags

2010-01-09T22:17:00.000-10:00

I never got around to posting about my New Years Resolution.

Mostly because I forgot. . . . . however . . . . I did make one.

ONE.
(I wouldn't want to over do it).

What I lack in culinary, communication, musical, knitting . . . .etc. skills, I make up for in speaking my mind. I'm super great at that. . . . . but, I need to stop doing that so often. So this is my ONE resolution. I have been doing so well. With the exception of right now. I just need to get a few things off my chest.

Let's talk for a brief moment about:

dirt bag

n. slang

A filty or vile person

A dirty, grimy, sleazy, or disreputable person

Any of you who know me well, know that this is probably my favorite word. I use it quite often, as I try to brainwash my children into not becoming one. While I'm sure I have several annoying qualities that many others could do with out, I am certain that the world could do without the following behaviors . . . . . from individuals who I consider to be DIRT BAGS.

1. I've said it before, I'll say it again. People who use the bathroom and don't wash their hands are disgusting. Truly. I mean COME ON . . . . . No one wants your bum germs/fecal matter to be touching door knobs, counter tops, writing utensils, food, or them . . . . thats just hepatitis waiting to happen. Not to mention all the other viruses NOT washing hands spreads around . . . oh . . . . and the fact that its just plain disgusting. On occasion I will catch my kids forgetting to do this, however, they are kids. I quickly remind them of the importance of washing hands. But time and time again, I see adults neglecting this simple task. Really people. Its not that much to ask. And if you are guilty of this . . . . . than you are a disgusting dirt bag.

2. On occasion I work at the theater. It's quite a fun place to be. I do all sorts of very important stuff, like serve people popcorn, sell tickets at the box office, and clean up the theaters after movie showings. I also happen to watch movies there. A LOT.

I am severely disappointed when I see people get up from their movie, leave their garbage all over the place, walk out into the lobby, and leave. It happens ALL THE TIME. Any one with common sense would put two and two together and know that they are walking by a GIANT GARBAGE CAN on the way out. How hard is it to take your two hands that you were so fortunate to be born with (those of you who weren't. . . . . I am deeply sorry), pick up your trash, and deposit it in the trash can? I really don't think that is too much to ask. You are also being a horrible example to your children. If you are guilty of this . . . . . than not only are you a dirt bag . . . but you are a LAZY dirt bag.

3. Its not only at the theater. Its everywhere. Why do some think its okay to litter period? Its not. It's sheer laziness. Its really not that hard to pick up after yourself. My kids will see trash on the ground and say . . . . "Mom . . . . someone is a dirt bag." To which I answer, "Yes, someone should have put their trash in the trash can." (Of course we pick up said trash and throw it away). Its really not that hard. I just don't get it.

4. I'm all about freedom. I think that if you want to smoke . . . . than you just go right ahead, if you are over 18 of course, because that's the law. I personally would never want to, as I prefer NOT to smell like an old ashtray with butt breath. I also prefer pink lungs as opposed to black, and white teeth are nice too. Also, all that coughing that goes along with it is really unattractive . . . . .BUT . . . if you want to smoke . . . go right ahead. Thats your choice. Here's the thing though . . . I constantly see people smoking around their children and their animals. Usually it is in cars while driving, with the windows rolled down a slight little crack . . . . . as if that's going to make a huge difference. Its just wrong. Those poor babies have no choice but to inhale those nasty fumes. Just because you are choosing to destroy your health . . . . that gives you no right to destroy the health of your children and pets. Also, pregnant women who smoke. Are you serious? If you are guilty of this . . . . than you are a selfish dirt bag.

5. Its unfortunate that some people just don't understand that spitting is disgusting. There's nothing worse than walking along, minding your own business, and catching a glimpse of someone's phlegm on the ground. Really? Are you serious? And do you know what's even worse? I see people, mostly guys do this all the time. Right in front of ladies. Do they think this is some sort of a turn on? Well, maybe to a fellow dirt bag it is . . . . . but to most, its just plain awful. I kind of want to throw up just thinking about it. So come on . . . . . if you are guilty of this, you are a nasty dirt bag, and please . . . I beg you . . . . STOP. Figure something else out . . . perhaps quit smoking? Then you wouldn't need to hack up your lungs all over the asphalt?

6. Listen . . . nobody is a perfect parent. Even if they think they are. Its just not possible. Everyone loses their patience with their children on occasion. I do. On more occasions than I would like. However, I make it a habit to NOT yell, scream, and swear at them at the top of my lungs in public places (and I try my best not to at home either). Not only does it make those who do this look like idiots, but it teaches said children that this kind of behavior is acceptable, and in turn, they will grow up and treat their children like this. Its a vicious cycle. It also makes the people who have to experience your trashiness wonder what is going on behind closed doors, when no one is watching. So do us all a favor. Get a grip. I guarantee it won't be easy, but just try for once in your life to speak to your children with respect. I bet they will show you some back.

The good news about the above behaviors, is that they are all easy to fix. With minimal effort, this world could be a better place. And while I know that the four people reading this blog are probably not the dirt bags I speak of, I just needed to vent. I realize I am not even close to being perfect, but one thing I do pride myself in is being a contributing member of society. I am also a big fan of cleanliness and am doing my best to teach my children to grow up to be way better than I could ever dream of being.

Now please excuse me while I get back to my only resolution and jump back on that wagon of keeping my mouth shut for another couple of weeks, until I accidentally let something slip. Until then . . . . . I say good day.

A Whole Lot of Backtracking

2010-01-09T21:59:00.000-10:00

Remember when I went on what some would call a blogging hiatus? It wasn't intentional. It was simply because I was super busy. But during that time, I did all sorts of fun things, that I just can't help but share, and for posterity's sake, must be recorded.

Immediately after we quit our jobs, we went ahead and moved again, because we love moving. Especially when its to my sister's house. She provides us with shelter. She feed us. She watches my kids. She helps us with our business. She's AMAZING. And all I have to do in return, is cook and clean. (I think she is getting the short end of the stick, but shhhhhhhh....... don't tell her).

One of the things I just didn't get around to posting, is very important. Very.

Now just look at my work! I obviously have a green thumb. We feasted on cucumbers, beans,and tomatoes all summer long. The peppers didn't really work out so well, so I went ahead and bought those from Costco. Better luck next time I guess. And those carrots? WHAT? I couldn't bring myself to eat them, but I had to have a picture of the weirdos!

Although I was sad to leave my little garden behind . . . . . I am hopeful that the next tenants will have their way with it next spring . . . . . and I will go ahead and build myself a new one wherever it is I am living. Maybe. I am an awfully busy girl.

We went ahead and opened our own studio. Its small, but its going to be dang awesome once we are finished. We have been so very blessed, and business has been booming, however, we refuse to go into one cent of debt, so every penny we have made, has been put back into the business thus far. Very soon we will be installing our new flooring, and then I will share some pictures of the inside. We are having the time of our lives, and are so grateful for our clients. I am positive that this is going to get even more amazing for us.

I may be a little partial, but it helps that my husband is the best photographer around these parts. And I'm not just saying that because I love him. Its true. He knows what he is doing. He is very professional (he is a professional), and works so well with people. People LOVE him. He is kind to children, and he doesn't offend or say perverted things to anyone . . . . . fancy that! Only 7 more print credits and this Daddy has his Masters in Photography. That's my boy!!!

One of the things that we have never been able to do, until this year was visit the Pumpkin Patch on the other side of the state . We were always too busy working. This year it finally happened. We went for the weekend and stayed with our cousins. They are AWESOME. They spoil us rotten and always make us feel so welcome, even with our naughty kids who destroy their homes! Thank you Cousins. We LOVE you!

I went ahead and spent Halloween working. Naturally I dressed up as a Witch (the least slutty one I could find . . . . . Walmart doesn't have very many options you know). Damon took the kids to the Trunk or Treat. If you haven't noticed yet . . . . . we like to dress up. He is such a good sport.

My Brother in law is a Captain in the Marines. He hired us to come down and take pictures at their Marine Corps Ball.

You will notice a couple of things about these pictures. First, my nostrils are completely lopsided . . . . . .and I have photographic evidence for all of you unbelievers. Second, and ever so exciting . . . . there are ABSOLUTELY NO KIDS IN THIS CAR!!! That's right. We ditched the kids, drove down to Southern California to take Marty his new truck, photographed the MC Ball, made some good money, bought Marty's old truck from him for Damon to drive, take a bunch of family pictures, we were fortunate enough to visit our sister Emily, and some great college friends, and then drove that new rig of Damon's home (like I said . . . . Damon driving a big truck = sexy. Peace out Man Van).

I must have really needed this break. Usually I am a complete wreck when I have to leave my kids for more than a day, but to be honest. I could have stayed gone for another week. It was WAY too much fun.

My delicious sister Mamie and her ever so handsome husband Marty.

Of course I have never been to a Marine Corp Ball, so I had no clue what to wear. After only minutes of deliberation, I went ahead and picked my best Target dress. I am so fancy like that.

It was an honor to be in the same room with so many men and women who serve this great country. I loved it. There also happened to be some great grub. However, I have to say that the drunk dancing after the ceremony was by far my favorite part. . . . . and I just so happened to post this very appropriate facebook status update while there:

Dear Drunk Girl in the Red Dress at Marine Corps Ball:

If you are going to pull your dress above your head while dancing, you should consider wearing underwear.

Love Always and Forever, the Picture Lady

Dr. Erin Hudson . . . . . my sexy little roommate from Hawaii, all grown up running her hugely successful Chiropractic/Massage clinic. . . . . where she sent us to be rubbed down. Nice. Very nice!

Skinners . . . . our great friends from our Hawaii days. We conveniently showed up around brunch and went ahead and partook of her Betty Crockerness. Now I am going to have to learn how to make waffles NOT from a toaster. Thanks a lot Laura, for showing my husband what real food is!

My Kristen . . . . . .There are no words that can describe my love for her. . . . . . But I can describe this . . . . her blog is my absolute FAVORITE. Hilarious in every way. Feel free to check it out. You WILL NOT be sorry.

click here

Another delicious sister and her gorgeous family. I miss her. And (for reals) all six of her kids.

When my sister Bekie and her husband came to pick up our kids before we left on this trip, I just happened to tell them about Gary. Gary = Lila. Lila . . . .aka . . . . Toots, is our third girl child. She gets lots of hand me downs. And lots of those hand me downs are from our friends who have boys. Because I simply don't care, I let her wear some of those boy clothes to sleep in. And . . . well . . . . she looks exatly like a boy. So Damon just started calling her Gary one night. Why Gary? Well, because it was the first name that popped into his mind, and according to Damon, is a very manly name. I beg to differ. I would have chosen LeRoy or Dwayne. Brett found this very entertaining.

On our drive home, Mamie was sleeping in the back. We had a great book on tape going, I was minding my own business driving down the highway, when Damon starts laughing like a drunken school girl. You know, the high pitched, uncontrollable, belly laugh that goes on and on for what seems like an eternity. Of course I wanted to know what all the fuss was about. He kindly showed me this email that he had just recieved. . . . . . .

Hey guys,

We just wanted to let you know what a pleasure it was to have Gary accompany us to church today. The nursery lady said “He sure liked to scream at everyone, other than that, he was a very well behaved little boy.”

Drive careful.

Tio & Tia

. . . . and next thing I know, all three of us are laughing uncontrollably like drunken school girls, (and we all know what happens when I laugh to hard). They took her to church and fooled everyone there, just for the photo opp! I find this absolutely hilarious.

Special thanks to my Tara, who loaned Tio and Tia the boy clothes. However, when Gary/Lila/Toots grows up with gender identity issues, I will point all fingers at Tio Brett (and perhaps Damon). You two can pay for her/his counseling.

And now I am all caught up. Stayed tuned. . . . . For I have a very inspired blog coming up . . . . all about Dirt Bags.

Holiday Rundown

2010-01-03T15:49:00.000-10:00

I'm not usually an emotional person. . . . . . . so this Holiday Season, I was quite shocked at the plethora of feelings escaping from my own self. Perhaps its because I am getting older, maybe a little more mature (finally), and have come to the realization of how truly blessed I am. I have never been so poor yet felt so rich. I have never been so stressed yet happy. I have never been so overwhelmed with gratitude yet speechless . . . . . . because I have no idea how to truly thank so many family members and friends who have helped my little family in so many ways.

And to those of you working behind the scenes . . . . . . I don't know who you are, but thank you. Thank you for being so kind and generous. Thank you for being such an example of service and selflessness. Because of you, we have been able to make it through these last four months, a time which should have been the hardest in our lives but instead have been completely amazing. I cannot wait for the day, very soon I hope, when I can do for others what you have done for me and my family. What a blessing it has been for us to have people like you caring about us. We love and appreciate you.

And now . . . . . I present you our 2009 Holiday Season.

It all started off with an amazing Apricot Lane Ugly Christmas Sweater Party.

I'm not sure if you noticed . . . . but I think I have finally found a talent, as I made these sweaters. Yes. Its true. Except mine of course. That was a Mamie creation. . . . . and an amazing one at that. I live for Ugly Sweaters. Next year's party cannot come soon enough.

Christmas

We had a very quiet Christmas. Opened a few presents in the morning with Damon's family, and then I headed to work at the theater for the day. NEVER go watch movies on Christmas day. Its the busiest day of the year. I found it quite amusing that so many people got so upset that they were not the only ones at the theater, and how could everything be sold out? Duh.

We had a feast of Tacos for dinner when I got home, and hit the sack, as I was plain bushed after a long day of serving popcorn.

Our stockings are in storage and we just never had the time to go find them, so Santa was kind enough to leave some gifts in some very festive re-usable bowls for the girls. Nice. They have been used many times since. Thank you Santa!

Christmas PJ's from Momo and Erika. Thank you . . . . So Adorable!

10 years

On December 29, Damon and I celebrated our 10th anniversary. I feel like every anniversary is very special, but for some reason, this one meant more to me than all the others so far. We have come a long way in the 17 years we have known each other. I had big plans of how I wanted this day to be, and it turned out nothing like I expected. I wish I had some beautiful wedding pictures and a romantic story to to post here (obviously a very sore subject) but I don't. Maybe for our 11th anniversary. I can dream right?

New Years Eve.

I don't know how we ever got so lucky. We have some of the most AMAZING friends ever, who invited us over (okay, I kind of invited us over, but they graciously accepted my offer). Not only did Gabe make us an 8 pound Prime Rib, but they allowed us to eat a good 5 pounds of it. Thats right. Damon ate about three and I ate about two. This is not a joke. I figured I have been eating my brains out since Thanksgiving, I might as well finish off 2009 with some good old fashioned gluttony. And why stop at the Prime Rib? Four large servings of Lemon Blueberry Trifle, and a huge side ache later, we were on our way home with our three naughty kids to sleep off this food drunkenness. I was literally hung over the next day. I didn't put a thing in my mouth until about 2pm when I went ahead and ate the other four servings of said Trifle that was left over. I'm an animal.

Dodge Ball

Why not start the year off with a fun filled night of dodge-ball? Mamie and I planned and executed our first party. What a smashing success. For all of you who weren't there, I feel bad for you, because you truly missed out. Never fear though, as we are already planning our next one for April when Nish comes home. Until then, I will be practicing my dodging, and throwing as I am obviously WAY out of shape. I played only 1.5 of the 7 or so games and I can barely move the right side of my body.

Yes . . . . Damon is VERY serious about this outfit.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaannnnnnnd . . . . . thats a wrap. Happy 2010!

32

2009-12-15T18:27:00.001-10:00

I know its hard to believe . . . . but its that time of year again. The day that we celebrate my blessed birth. Its also hard to believe that I am 32, when I don't feel a day past 29.

In honor of my birthday, I went ahead and skipped that whole showering thing, and there was really no sense in dirtying up a perfectly clean outfit when the sweats, dirty white t-shirt, and jacket that I had worn to bed the night before were perfectly acceptable.

I spent the majority of the morning looking for my phone that The Toots stole from my room. No luck. If any of you need to get a hold of me . . . . sorry. I don't know what to tell you. Maybe Santa will bring me a new phone for Christmas.

Seeing as how I had many errands to run, Mamie and I opted to drive around on the ice covered roads. It made for a very nervous diarrhea cramping filled morning..... as I simply did not want to die on my birthday. She was kind enough to treat me to lunch at the lovely Costco diner. By the time we were on our way home, it was just warm enough that only the side roads were treacherous. Phew!

I went ahead and made myself some delicious birthday grub. I had a few of my fans there, Damon and my girls, Mamie and her brood, my brother Brian, Dustin and Charee, and of course Chase. It was what some would call a "fiesta." Of course it included Enchiladas, chips, ice water, some not so good rice, plastic plates (only the best up in here) and to top it all off . . . . . da da DA DA.........

.....my birthday, just wouldn't be my birthday without my favorite lemon blueberry trifle, and me posing in front of it.

Next on the agenda . . . . . the wonderful gifts I was showered with! I'm pretty domestic these days, so naturally I asked for an apron about three months ago for my birthday. Mamie and Damon whipped this up. You will notice it is double sided....... I think I will wear the small dots on the days I am feeling hefty, as the large dots will probably add about 10 pounds . . . .but other than that, you really can't go wrong with either side.

This heater is more awesome than you will ever know. Mamie got it for me, for Team Fairchild to use at our studio. It gets a bit nippy in there right now, but this will clear that problem right up, and Damon will be able to continue taking beautiful portraits and be warm at the same time. I'm sure our clients will appreciate it too!

Of course Erika spoiled me rotten! I cannot explain how much I LOVE this girl. I don't know how I ever got so lucky! I can't wait to wear this sweater and bracelet. D-LISH! Speaking of d-lish . . . . . .

.....did you know these truffles are the most amazing things in the world? They are my favorites. And she knows that. I think this double pack might last me until tomorrow!

If you haven't heard of the Epilogues......you're missing out. I will wear this shirt with pride. Probably every day, because I love them, and it just so happens that I am also a sucker for t-shirts.

All in all .. . . this was a very delightful birthday. I am just tickled pink to be 32.

And now . . . . . .if you are still reading (it seems as though no one is reading my blog anymore . . . . . I really don't blame you, as I have been slacking quite a bit) here are 32 things about me.

1. I think people who don't wash their hands after they go to the bathroom are gross, especially if its number two . . . . .. DISGUSTING . . . . . . I would go as far as labeling them a "dirt bag."

2. I have LOTS of gray hair......which is why I am now a fan of dying my hair dark.

3. I amuse myself on a regular basis.

4. I barely played my guitar that I got for my birthday last year. Too busy. But that is going to change . . . . I hope.

5. I don't swear as much as I used to . . . . . out loud anyway.

6. I would rather go on a road trip and drive for two days, then fly. I hate flying.

7. I do not miss my old job. Not even one bit. If I would have known how much I would NOT miss it . . . . . I would have quit YEARS ago.

8. I LOVE my new job. I LOVE to dress up, I LOVE to meet new people, and I LOVE my bosses . . . . .however . . . . as I mentioned before, I will NEVER abandon my love for sweats. NEVER.

9. I LIVE for White Elephant gifts.

10. Many people say their first impression of me is not so good. I don't let it bother me . . . . because the people who have told me that, are all very close friends . . . . . and know how I really am. BUT . . . . I have been working on being more friendly. I kind of get in my own little world and zone out. . . . .and forget to smile, and sometimes . . . I just plain don't have anything to say (I know that might be hard to believe, but its so very true), or forget to say hi. Like I said . . . . I'm working on that!

11. I love Facebook.

12. I LOVE Russell on Survivor. He is a crazy little guy . . . . and I hated him at first . . . but I hope he wins.

13. I haven't worked out since August. Except when I went ahead and ran that half marathon......but I'd rather not talk about that.

14. I like Winter.

15. I think Damon looks WAY sexier driving a truck than a man van.

16. I love working with teenagers. And it just so happens that I do. A lot. They are most entertaining.

17. I do not love working with children. I have NOT the patience. Its hard enough dealing with my own, let alone everyone else's, BUT I am so grateful, for those that DO. I am truly amazed by you!

18. I am going to write a book someday.

19. I tend to follow the rules. For some reason, I've always been aware of consequences in life. It seems that when I follow the rules . . . . good things happen, and when I don't . . . . Not so good . . .therefore . . . I play it safe.

20. If people are tailgating me . . . . I go slower. . . . . because thats what they taught me to do in traffic safety.

21. I've lost 14 pounds since August. I'm guessing its because I've been so busy.

22. I still can't stand Liars . . . . . or Hypocrites.

23. I hate waking up in the morning.

24. I'm having a hard time coming up with 32 things. I think this is the last year I will do this.

25. I have a very special place in my heart for blueberries.

26. I wear mismatching socks most days.

27. I don't like doing crafts . . . . . but I like to watch other people do them.

28. I like to wash dishes, but I hate putting them away.

29. I have learned to ask for help these last few months. Its really hard.

30. When I get nervous, I laugh . . . . . and usually end up with this crazy lisp which doesn't make the stupid things I say sound any better.

31. I am physically and emotionally exhausted most days, but wouldn't trade my life right now for anything. I've got a pretty good one. I've got a talented husband who works hard and continues to adore me, three beautiful little drama queens, the best friends and sisters a girl could ask for, a roof over my head and food to eat (thanks to Mamie) and many . . . . MANY more good things to come.

32. With all my flaws, which are quite abundant, I still like myself. . . . . and I find nothing wrong with that.

Thanksgiving Festivities 2009

2009-11-29T17:45:00.000-10:00

Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. I love food. I love family. I love relaxing (so rare for me). This year was very relaxing. So much so . . . . . that not one swear word left my mouth. I know, I know. . . . . . a Thanksgiving miracle.

We spent the morning watching Damon at the Turkey Bowl. He was the QB for his team, and only informed me about 20 times that day that he threw 9 touchdown passes. I am 100% positive I will be hearing of this until next years Turkey Bowl. He doesn't dwell on football or anything.

I am becoming quite domestic in my old age. I can whip up a mean Thanksgiving dinner. We had a quiet little one at home with Mamie, Marty, and kids. We are shacked up with them, so obviously it was meant to be (after turning down the numerous offers from other family members, we decided to go it alone). It was a blast. We hung out, and watched The Toots pick her nose, made fun of Damon for wearing his football jersey all day long (did you know he threw 9 touchdown passes?) gorged ourselves, and took a long afternoon nap. Later on, I took myself, my big girl Edyn, and Lauren to meet my SIL Charee (she rocks) and BIL Dustin (he's not too shabby either) to see "The Blind Side." It was such a good movie. A must see. And THAT I am grateful for, as I had to make up for wasting two and a half hours of my life watching "New Moon" the previous week.

WARNING!!! WARNING!!!!! WARNING!!!!!

PALIN HATERS . . . . . . . READ AT YOUR OWN RISK. ANY NEGATIVE COMMENTS WILL BE IMMEDIATELY DELETED...... AS THIS IS MY BLOG . . . . AND I WILL NOT STAND FOR IT!

Never in a million years would I have thought that I would camp out for ANYONE. I really have no interest in movie/tv stars. Most politicians I can't even handle. But I LOVE Sarah Palin. She came to town. She has family here. And I camped out for 17 hours in the freezing cold with some sisters, and friends so I could meet her. I was planning on us becoming best friends, but alas, she had thousands of other fans to get to, so I was only able to tell her that she was one classy broad and that I LOVE her. She was very kind and sincerely thanked us for coming. I did, however, get to talk with her cousin, her aunt, and her mom and dad. Good stuff. Her sweet little boy Trig was there, along with her other children. Adorable. IT. WAS. AWESOME. I would do this for NO ONE ELSE. EVER. (except maybe Celine Dion. And perhaps Rush . . . . whom I also love dearly. As you can see I am just about as Conservative as they get . . . . and I will not apologize for that).

These are pretty much my favorite people in the world. We camped out next to them all night, and it just so happens that they had a propane heater and a nice little white tent for us to huddle up in. I don't know how we got so lucky. But it was fun. Come to find out, we have a very good mutual friend. Small world.

And . . . . . to kick off the Holiday Season . . . . . a special gift from me to you.

You're welcome.

And that's a wrap. I've got a whole lot of catching up to do in my next post. After all, I did take a blogging hiatus for nearly three months. I'll just dying to journal about all I've been up to.

Team Fairchild

2009-11-22T17:56:00.001-10:00

I knows its been a while, but I just can't help it. I've been a VERY busy girl. I'll do you all a favor and get straight to the point, and try to make it short.

After 7 years of working for a company . . . . . knowing for about 6.5 of those years that it wasn't the right place for us, hoping things would change, trying to endure, and ultimately lacking the faith or courage to do what we knew was right, we finally got some balls and quit at the end of August. We had no idea that this was the time our resignation would transpire, and our lives had literally been turned upside down within a matter of about three days. . . . . . . but let me tell you something . . . . . . . . It is the best thing we have ever done. Our only regret is that we didn't do it A LONG time ago.

Although we will be forever grateful to our former employer for all he did for us, we feel freedom that we have never felt. We are in control of our own lives. We are DIRT POOR . . . . . but we LOVE life. And the great thing is . . . . . is that it just keeps getting better and better. Funny how that works . . . . . when you finally do what is right, how things just fall into place.

We have started our own business. . . . . . . Hence the title of this post (no that is not the name of our business, but we are a team, and we are gonna kill it out there)! It is doing PHENOMENAL! Damon has a long term sub job that is paying the bills. I got a job at my friends store in the mall . . . . Apricot Lane. LOVE IT! I kind of feel a little guilty that I get paid to look hot (suddenly I am into being fashionable. . . . . However, I will never abandon my love for sweats and dirty white T-shirts) and be nice to people (contrary to popular belief . . . . i can be nice).

People have come out of the wood work to help us. Friends and Family are helping us in ways I would have never imagined. . . . . . . . . . some behind the scenes. I will never know who you are, and its killing me, but if you are reading this, please know how grateful I am to you!

Now . . . . . any of you who know me well, know of my anxiety issues. . . . . . know how much the world scares me . . . . . . and know how much I think and dwell on all the bad there is out there . . . . . . . BUT I have been brought to tears (sobbing . . . . . which is VERY rare for me) of happiness and gratitude for all that has been done for me and my little family in this very challenging, yet amazing time in our lives. It has helped me to realize, how much GOOD there is is the world. . . . . . . How there are so many people who love us, and are rooting for us, who want us to succeed, and just plain care for us more than I could have ever imagined. I can't stop thinking about how this is supposed to be one of the worst times in our lives, broke as a joke, no house, so busy we can barely breathe . . . . . . . YET . . . . . . I have NEVER been happier. We have truly been blessed.

Team Fairchild . . . . . . We're in this together!

That's all for now. I've got a movie night with my kids to get to. More to come later. I promise it will be sooner than three months. Its going to take me about two or three years days just to catch up on all my DVR'd shows and the blogs I read!

2009-11-05T19:12:00.000-10:00

As you can see . . . . I have been quite the blog slacker for the last few months. That is because my life has dramatically changed . . . . . . for the better (and I had a great life before, who knew it could go so uphill in such a short amount of time?)! I will fill you all in when I get home in 6 days from San Diego. I might even have some fresh new pics of yours truly (photoshopped of course . . . to make me look 15 pounds slimmer with a perfect complexion).

32

2009-09-29T18:34:00.000-10:00

There's nothing more attractive than a 32 year old Damon, wearing the crown his girlies gave him for his birthday. NOTHING. And I'm serious about that. How fortunate I am to have a husband who loves and adores his daughters and treats their mommy like a queen . . . . I suppose I should be wearing the crown. Life is good. REALLY GOOD!

Stupid

2009-09-20T18:27:00.000-10:00

Yes. VERY Stupid. I still can't believe I actually did it. I try to forget but the whole "not being able to walk" thing quickly reminds me that I ran a half marathon yesterday even though I neglected that whole training thing. Don't judge me. I've been busy (more on that in my next blog).

For some idiotic reason, I thought it wouldn't be so bad. It was bad. It wasn't just bad, it was HORRIBLE. Cardiovascularly (is that even a word) I was fine. It was my knees, hips and feet that were screaming at me the whole time. I now know what it feels like to be a 95 year old woman. I seriously considered calling my mother in law (she isn't 95 . . . yet) and asking her if I could borrow her walker afterwards (it does have a seat to sit down on...... so very tempting), but I opted to sit myself down on my bum to go down the stairs, and whine the whole day about being immobile.

I finished. I ran about 12.2 of the 13.1 miles. I hated it. I would have rather given birth with no epidural (I've done it three times, and believe me, the half marathon was worse). I don't know if I ever want to run again. Damon scolded me and said, "I hope you learned your lesson." I did.

Kevin. He was supposed to be my running partner. Apparently I didn't run fast enough for him, as he ditched me about 1/4 of a mile in. Rude.

Be grateful you can't smell me through this picture.

Probly a good thing he ditched me, cause he took third in his age bracket! Good job.

I've already changed my mind. I will do it again, someday, just not for a long time. And I will be prepared.

Toots

2009-09-01T17:50:00.000-10:00

She's 18 months today. I LOVE this age. Minus the whole getting into every cupboard thing, and climbing up on my table and spinning herself around on the lazy susan that's on top of it. And of course I could do with out her waking up two or three times every night (yes . . . still). BUT, I do love everything else about this age.... the constant talking, laughing, curiosity, and her unbelievable fiestiness (hmmmmm, I wonder where she gets that)? This little girl is packed full or personality. She really does smile, just not for pictures . . . . but we were able to catch some of her priceless expressions! I LOVE her.

Of course Damon took these pictures. If you want some of your own (family, senior, children, wedding, etc.) just say the word.

And She's Off . . . .

2009-08-31T16:41:00.000-10:00

Today I sent my Edyn off to school. . . . . for the FULL day! Its amazing how excited the girl was about being able to eat her lunch at school! She's just growing up right before my very eyes. I know this because not only is she in first grade, but she asked me to trim her uni-brow this morning before she left. Of course I did . . . . I wouldn't want her to worry about that. It might detract from her learning.

Caved

2009-08-30T19:15:00.000-10:00

Thats right . . . . I caved . . . big time. After managing to escape the Fair last year, Mamie suckered into going this year. She claimed that it would be so much more fun with me there. Apparently she likes germa-phobes and has a really warped idea of what fun really is.

You all know how much I love dirt and germs and stuff like that . . . so it should be no surprise as to why I didn't want to go. But I thought . . . What the heck . . . I have nothing else to do. Why not go blow a hundred bucks, eat as many calories in 4 hours as I usually eat in four days, get dizzy just watching the rides, and sweat so much I stink worse than the cow barn?

I am happy to report . . . . that I actually had a GREAT TIME! Note to self. Go on Thursday. Not kids day (Wednesday), not the weekend, but THURSDAY. It was so pleasant. No huge crowds. Hardly any lines for the rides either. My kids were amazingly good, which earned them plenty of rides, cotton candy, and elephant ear. They had a blast, and for once in my life, I was a great sport about something . . . . . I know . . . . Surprise Surprise! It also boosted my self esteem just a little to know that I was creating fun memories for my kids. I love them. They are worth it. So worth it. And I might even take them next year, if we can find a job before then, as we are now unemployed. Hooray!

Just in Case . . . . . .

2009-08-23T18:21:00.000-10:00

. . . . . the 20 purses you have aren't enough, you simply have your daddy make you a new one, out of an ice cream box that Don and Lisa brought (full of ice cream of course) to your house. Then, you stuff it full of your most precious belongings, and carry it around with you everywhere you go. . . . even out in public, because you have a mommy who just doesn't want to deal with you or your emotional meltdowns.

The End.

Summer Casualties

2009-08-17T09:49:00.000-10:00

1. Remember when I told you that I had found a new hobby in knitting? Well, I finally finished the baby boy blanket I was making for my friend . . . . a mere 7 months later. It was supposed to be a simple square blanket . . . . . .

This is how it turned out.

I don't even know what to say . . . except Oops! And just look at the gaping hole at the top right.

Apparently I don't know how to count. I guess there is some sort of pattern you are supposed to follow? Whatever.

Let me know if you know anyone who is having a really LONG and SKINNY baby boy who would like a sorry excuse for a hand knitted blanket . . . . .

or perhaps you might know someone who could use a new winter shawl?

Or maybe a skirt?

The possibilities are endless!

I think I'll go right ahead and take knitting off my mediocre list and add it to the of "things I suck at" list. (In all honesty, I laughed so hard I actually cried when I saw the finished product. I am just not meant to be a knitter)!

2. An unfortunate wrist fracture. It is really putting a damper on our summer days at the pool. She hates it. Luckily, it comes off tomorrow.

3. I tried my best, but these poor beauties are on their last leg. All dried out. Blasted TC heat and wind. It will get you every time. Oh well, they were gorgeous while they lasted.

4. My very first pair of stilettos. It was well worth the $ I spent, because I have worn them religiously for the last 3 years. They have been with me through thick and thin (literally). I LOVED them, and I am sad to say that the soles are almost worn down to the point of no wearing. I put them to rest the other day. It was so awful to see them go . . . .

. . . . . but I was able to heal the pain in my heart. . . . . . . for I ordered myself the most GORGEOUS pair of black crocodile patent leather 4 inchers to replace them. They are magical. Seriously . . . . when I put them on . . . . I automatically turn into a sexy beast.

Stay tuned for all the things that are going glorious this summer!

True Love

2009-08-13T18:42:00.000-10:00

You know someone really loves you when they will drive with 3 young children for 19 hours to see you.

Our BFF'S came from Colorado and we were able to spend some much needed time with them. It needs to happen more often. Its our turn to drive that 19 hours next summer . . . . I can't wait!

We LOVE you Saunders.

Thank you for coming!

(Of course Damon took their pictures while they were here).

Of course I had to take them to shoot Walter while they were here.

Cole, already brushing the Edyn's hair! They are such good friends. Perhaps someday they will get married? I can only hope!

Jerome

2009-08-12T18:07:00.000-10:00

I just have to share this . . . . So stinkin' cute that mom of mine! My dad wrote this. I merely cut and pasted it from my email. Enjoy!

In mid-June Pat came home from teaching her high school Seminary class and found a baby robin sitting in the driveway. He was no bigger than a golf ball. She brought him into the house and dug up some worms in the garden to feed him. She named him Jerome. Most baby birds die within a few days. Not Jerome, he thrived under Pat's care. Soon he was begging for more worms than Pat could find in her garden. She began to buy fishing worms at the local minute mart. Jerome became very tame. Pat had an old hamster cage which became his home. She would take him outside when she was feeding her rabbits, chickens and sheep. While weeding the garden she would take the bottom off his cage so he would learn how to catch his own worms in the grass. Inside the house she would open his cage and he would hop on her finger. He would fly around and land on her shoulder. In the mornings he would hear her coming down the stairs and start squawking for more worms. The whole family would take turns feeding him.

The grandchildren loved to see him. He would sit on their fingers too. One day Pat figured out how much she had spent on worms for Jerome. It was over $150. Jerome was big enough to leave her care. She made sure he could catch his own worms, and at the end of July he was set free. He hung around for weeks. Pat could hear his distinctive chirps from the old maple tree near her bedroom window.
It's mid-August now and she doesn't hear him any more but whenever a robin lands in the back yard or in a tree near her garden and looks down at her, she's sure that its Jerome, just checking up on her.

They say all dogs go to heaven. So do hamsters, goldfish, guinea pigs, turtles, cats, parrots, white rats, lambs, goats, milk cows, chickens and little robins. Pat has raised 15 children. That's nothing compared with the hundreds of pets and animals she has helped her children and her 4-H kids care for.

Some day, hopefully years from now, when we get to heaven, we will see one of Heavenly Father's choice daughters surrounded by a great multitude of children, grandchildren, and hundreds of Gods creatures including one little grateful robin sitting on her shoulder.

Dirty

2009-08-11T13:30:00.000-10:00

Two things I am morally opposed to . . . . . . out houses and aquasox . . . . and last week, I had the opportunity to use both . . . . . several times.

a close-up . . . for your viewing pleasure

Although I hate camping . . . I LOVE my family, so this years family reunion was well worth it. It was tons of fun . . . . . excluding the whole outhouse thing, the constant dirt between my toes, a screaming baby ALL NIGHT LONG, and that barf incident outside my cabin door.

My cousin brought her karaoke machine, so we were able to listen to eachothers miserable singing. I was fortunate enough to get to perform "my humps." I'm pretty sure I sound exactly like Fergie.

There is absolutely no way I could go four days without rice crispies. NO. WAY.

Of course we had another talent show. Our family is so talented its almost unbelievable. All of the amazing animal/bodily function sounds we are all able to make just cannot and should not be contained.

Fun slide . . . hence the aquasox. They were a must if you wanted to go down it.

My brother came home from Iraq after being there a year, got off the plane and then joined us for the last night. Yahoo!

I am so grateful for fun memories . . . . . and my bed, and my bathroom, and my shower.

Celebrating

2009-07-05T20:04:00.000-10:00

There are many things I cherish in life, two of those being freedom and family. We just had a great weekend celebrating both.

I am so grateful for the many men and women who have fought and continue to fight for our freedom. I have three brothers (two who are in Iraq as we speak) and one brother-in-law in the military. Words cannot explain my gratitude to them for helping to protect our country and preserve our freedom. THANK YOU!

A fun filled Friday at Roaring Springs Water Park. Too busy having fun for pictures. This was the only one I took!

A ginormous Block Party. Over 100 people there. My sister and her husband do this every year. FUN . . . FUN . . . FUN!

Quad rides around the block.

A friendly game of Volleyball. (Not pictured: Brett smashing Bekie in the face ON PURPOSE)!

Snow-cones

Big time slip n' slide.

Apparently Lila didn't like said slip n' slide. Notice her death grip on daddy?

Baby Wedgies

Congratulations to Beadsa! She lost her 2nd tooth on July 4th! Her first one was lost on Wednesday night before we left and both of those precious teeth were pulled by Tia Bekie. Thank goodness. There are two things I REFUSE to do as a mother. 1. Pull Teeth (thank you for taking over that responsibility Tia) 2. Teach my kids to drive (thank you in advance Damon, that one has your name written all over it).

Nothing like a neighborhood coming together and lighting off fireworks for over an hour and a half!

Not pictured: Ugly Chin contest. This is something you DO NOT want to miss. I will post those epic pictures at a later date (as soon as my sister relinquishes control of her camera card).

Aaaaaaannnnnnddddd . . . once again, some VERY tired little ladies. It made for a peaceful first hour of the 4.5 hour drive home!

Next year, it would be AMAZING if every one of my 14 brothers and sisters could be there. Those of you who couldn't make it this year . . . you were TRULY missed!

Success

2009-06-20T09:08:00.000-10:00

HEAD . . . . .

....... successfully pulled out.

As you all know, I am mediocre at most things, but one thing I totally excel at is feeling sorry for myself, complaining, and being a straight up witch. After a severe scolding of my own self, LOTS of exercise (what keeps me sane) and realizing being happy is 100% MY RESPONSIBILITY, I think it is safe to say that I am back to my old self. PHREW!

(Thank goodness . . . or all that money I spent on therapy years ago would have been a total waste).

I have also been focusing on some VERY important things, LIKE . . . . .

*Playing with my kids. We are having a delightful summer. Swimming, watching movies, going to the park, hangin' out with cousins, anxiously awaiting the Saunder's arrival (hurry up)! I am beginning to love Summer more than I love Fall . . . and I LOVE fall, so thats saying a lot.

We picked cherries tonight at my parents orchard. Let me know if you wants some, cause there's still TONS.

*speaking of movies . . . . Mastering "Live Long and Prosper," NOT and easy task. FYI . . . I make fun of Trekies (sorry Tanisha), but I saw Star Trek, and I cannot believe how much I LOVED it. Who KNEW?? I may give Transformers a shot!

*Voice lessons . . . . . simply because I don't want to be mediocre anymore.

*Running . . . for reals this time . . . . except not on the beach . . . . (dang), but at the gym.... on the treadmill . . . and soon around my town, when I won't actually pass out after three miles and embarrass myself. Like I said, exercise is my medication. As I am now unemployed (Hallelujah), I have time to do this. I did a total of 12 miles this week, and it makes me HAPPY!!!! As a matter of fact, My sisters and perhaps a couple of my brothers are going to be running half marathon in September, so I am going to enjoy the next three months training for that. Wish me luck. This outta shape crazy mama is gonna need it.

I will do the best I can to keep my head out. I can almost guarantee that at some point I will be in another crazy funk. I guess thats just part of life. But at least now I know that I am not alone, that I am human, and that I am striving to BE and DO better.

Funk

2009-06-14T17:39:00.000-10:00

Have you ever had one of those days when . . . . . . .

*you wake up pissed for no apparent reason

*the thought of getting three kids ready in thirty minutes (you are so tired you can barely roll yourself out of bed), including breakfast, teeth brushed, hair combed and in the car seems more difficult than running a marathon.

*if you have to listen to one more second of crying and whining, you might curl up in the fetal position and throw a giant fit of your own

*if you trip over one more pair of shoes that someone so kindly left in the middle of the floor of the kitchen, you might just throw them out the window

*you can't remember the last time you took a pee by yourself

*just when you think you could not be anymore impatient . . . you dig down real deep and . . . . HELLO to some more impatience

*your house is filthy, yet you refuse to clean it one more time

*the thought of going to work and finishing up the ONE LAST THING you have to do before you officially quit makes you want to vomit
*If anyone crosses you, they run the risk of getting a karate chop to the face

*the mere thought of your husband breathing could send you over the edge

*you can't sit down, because if you do, you might fall asleep

*you keep eating your brains out, because for some deranged reason you want to re-lose that 8 pounds you lost

*you want to pull your hair out and scream because apparently no one is listening to a word you say

I have.

Actually, the last two months have been like this. I have been in a crazy FUNK.

I realize this post may sound a bit psychotic, but you should know by now that I'm not one to sugar coat things. Apparently one of my endearing qualities is that I am painfully honest . . . . (so I've been told). I suppose I say it how it is. That's how I roll.

I wish I had a good reason why I have been in said funk . . . . like say. . . . . pregnancy (actually, I DO NOT wish I were pregnant, but then at least I would have a good excuse as to why I have been so crazy). But I don't.

Well . . . . . I guess I do, but its just taken me a long time to figure it out.

Too much on my plate.

I just can't do everything.

I have got to relax. My kids don't need to be in every extracurricular activity. Who cares if we have peanut butter and jelly for dinner. Doesn't matter if I have a muffin top. Showering everyday went out the window a LONG time ago. Its okay to eat fast food every once in a while. Some people are stupid, and I can't do anything to change that. Quit turning on the news . . . It only gets me more irritated. Having a clean house all the time is very unrealistic. Big deal if my kids hair isn't brushed. The sound of my own complaining is just as about as annoying as my kids whining. The world does not revolve around me. Serving others really does make me happy. Who cares if I rent for another 4 years. Life is no fun when you are stressed out all the time. I don't want my kids to resent me when they grow up. Its okay to ask for help.

Now excuse me while I go pull my head out, quit feeling sorry for myself, find a better attitude, and tame my inner beast.

Summer Lovin'

2009-06-07T17:46:00.000-10:00

Sun

Planting my first garden. Isn't she cute?

Watermelon is my second favorite food (next to avocados). I spend gobs of $ every summer on this ball of deliciousness, and all of it goes into my belly. It is safe to say that I can polish off a whole (seedless of course) watermelon by myself in one sitting. If you don't believe me, fine. But I speak the truth, and I challenge you to a watermelon eating dual (I will win, no one stands a chance).

Naked babies eating McDonalds ice cream. Another of my favorite summer (actually any season will work) treats.

Friends with pools . . . I wish I had something to offer them, besides my sparkling personality and an occasional glimpse of my hot body.

Pool Hair

Wedgies

Scooter Riding

(you're welcome....... for shaving my pits today).

Backyard daddy/daughter soccer. It usually includes an amazing fit thrown by Ava.

My Gorgeous Girls . . . . .(no, i didn't plant these, but its a chore keeping them this gorgeous, so i will give myself credit, where credit is due).

Not pictured: my filthy, neglected house (too busy swimming), walks around the loop, my non-bikini body (still working on that), going to bed late, sleeping in, and being plain lazy.

I love you Summer.

Four

2009-05-15T19:04:00.000-10:00

Four years ago today, May 15, 2005

at 5:30 pm

Ava Allene

aka . . . "Bayba" was born!

(I know....... her cheeks were, and are still absolutely amazing)!

Ava is my number 2 little lady. Many of you know her, and if you don't, you are TRULY missing out . . . . as she is definitely ONE OF A KIND!

*She was by far our best baby. Great sleeper, great sucker, mellow, laid back. . . . (gone are those days)!

*Ava is our "spirited" child

*she loves to sing

*she is one SASSY broad (i am certain she inherited that trait from her daddy)

*she loves her sisters

*she loves her friends

*loves Ms. Beckner (her preschool teacher)

*loves Sister Wilder (her Sunday School teacher)

*loves her aunts and uncles

*she loves the stage, and is constantly serenading us.

*she has one volume . . . LOUD

*she is very determined

*wants to "do the drums" when she grows up, as well as working at the studio (like mother like daughter)

Words cannot describe how much I love this little Bayba.

Happy Birthday to Bayba..... Babalicious.......Cutie Sweetie....... BaybaLoo!

My Precious

2009-05-03T21:46:00.000-10:00

Many of you are aware of the very unfortunate event that occurred in my life not too long ago. I lost my wedding ring. I cannot even begin to describe the panic that I felt as I went to put it on one day, and it was nowhere to be found.

I will admit, it was 100% my fault. I have been careless with it and I can't believe this is the first time that it has gone missing. I tend to take it off a lot, you know, to wash and lotion hands. Also, I am pretty much in sweats every day and for some reason, I feel like it is unacceptable for me to wear my gorgeous ring unless I am wearing real clothes, and I have my hair done (a rare occasion). I'm weird, I know. We've already established that.

To my credit, when I do take it off and 99% of the time I put it in 1 of 2 places. The kitchen window seal or my bathroom drawer.

So I went to put it on, and like I said, NOWHERE. My heart sunk. Of course the first thing I did was ask my kids. They have been threatened to NEVER play with Mommy's ring. I am pretty scary, so they usually listen, especially when they know I mean business. After looking everywhere I could think of, I had to get going, as I was on my way out the door, so I decided to continue my search later, but I was crying on the inside. For reals. Damon sold his car so he could buy me that ring. He flew all the way to Hawaii when I was in college and proposed to me on Sunset Beach with that ring. It means the world to me.

Days later . . . . no ring. I was secretly hoping Damon had taken it and was doing the upgrades I am going to do for my prize when I reach my goal weight. (No, haven't reached it yet, still working on that, but I thought he just might be surprising me for Mother's Day). I knew deep down that he wouldn't do that though, because I would kill him for spending that kind of money without me knowing . . . . but still, I was holding out hope.

Today, while getting ready, I was especially sad, because I always wear it to church. I decided to look some more. No luck. I had pretty much given up. I know Damon is so disappointed, but would NEVER make me feel bad or guilty.

So I get to church (late of course, that's how I roll). I usually sit in the back. That's what happens when you have three small children. My sister Mamie happens to be in the back row too. She has this look on her face. She tells me she has a surprise for me, and points to her hand. I look down and SHE. IS. WEARING. MY. RING!!!!!!!!!

You are NEVER going to believe where it was .. . . . . . IN HER NEIGHBORS Jan's YARD! What the HECK???? Then it all started coming back to me. We went to dinner at Mamie's two Sunday's ago. I must have taken it off (like usual) and put it on her counter while preparing food, and totally forgot about it. One of our little darlings (my best guess would be Ava or Evan, but both deny it) must have been playing with it and thrown it in Jan's yard as to not get caught.

I was SO HAPPY, yet SO UPSET at the same time. Happy that I had my ring back, but upset that I have been so careless, and that I might not have ever seen my ring again if Jan hadn't have been pulling weeds in that ONE LITTLE SPOT and looked down and saw something shiny. Phew. Someone is looking out for me.

Never again will I be so careless with (best Gollum voice here) MY PRECIOUS.

I think I will bake Jan some cookies. . . . oh wait, I don't have that kind of self control. I think I will BUY Jan some cookies.

Welcome back Beautiful . . . . I missed you.

New Post (for Lisa)

2009-05-01T12:36:00.000-10:00

Hello all. You have obviously noticed my lack of blogging. Too busy working.

If you need your memory refreshed click here. Same thing . . . different year.

I'll be back in the saddle as soon as I can find the time, as I know how you all must LOVE reading about my crazy life experiences.

Peace.

I Lied

2009-04-14T18:29:00.000-10:00

I said my next post would be another confessions post, but I lied. I just need to vent right now.

Its pretty sad when you ask your daughter to say the prayer at dinner, and she says, " . . . . and Heavenly Father, PLEASE help mommy to calm down . . . . . (pause) . . . . . a lot."

I lost it today. I AM SO TIRED OF IT. . . . . and when I say "it," I mean pretty much everything that has to do with being a mom. Don't get me wrong. I love my little ladies to pieces and I wouldn't change my life (okay, I would change a few things), but seriously, What am I doing wrong?

Before I was a mom, I SWORE my house would be spick and span. And guess what? It pretty much was . . . . up until I had Lila. I just can't stay on top of it anymore. I can clean my house and then 10 minutes later (no joke) it is trashed.

Before I was a mom, I SWORE my kids would not fight. I grew up in a home where violence between my siblings and I was as normal as breathing. I refused to believe that my kids would ever be so cruel to each other. My girls have been fighting like crazy. It is unbelievable how they can be so in love one minute, and the next they are bitter enemies, physically hurting each other. I WILL NOT STAND for it.

Before I was a mom, I SWORE my kids would NOT be lazy. I would teach them how to work and they were going to do it and LOVE IT. Wrong. If I ask them to do one thing, I am considered the meanest mom in the world. And they let me know, by telling me ALL the time.

I guess before I was a mom, I had absolutley no idea how it would really be. HARD. VERY HARD. And although it is worth it, I am 100% positive that I am being paid back 10 fold for everything wrong I ever did as a child/adolescent/teen. I guess I might deserve it.

So basically what it comes down to, is I HAVE A BUNCH OF SPOILED little girls, who feel they are entitled to watch tv all they want, get a treat every time we go ANYWHERE, break every rule I have made, cry and whine whenever something does not go their way, and watch ME clean up THEIR messes, because they REFUSE to do anything to help me.

I was mad a hell earlier, letting them have it, and of course punishing them by throwing away all their Easter candy because naughty girls DO NOT deserve it (okay, I really didn't throw it away, I hid it, but they probably won't see it again). This was right before dinner of course, hence the line about me calming down in the prayer. It would have laughed if I wasn't so dang mad.

I have come to the conclusion though, that the real problem here is OBVIOUSLY me. (Dang. I hate when things are my fault). They are kids. I cannot expect them to be perfect. I cannot expect them to act like adults, BUT . . . . . .to answer my own question of what am I doing wrong . . . . .I have let them get away with too much. I have spoiled them rotten, I have allowed them to be lazy, and I have allowed them to be cruel to each other. It is NOT going to happen anymore. . . . . okay, it probably will, because they are kids and thats just part of life, but it is certainly going to get better.

So. Looks like I have a busy day ahead of me tomorrow. De-junking rooms, getting rid of EVERYTHING that is not a necessity because I am just so doggon sick of them changing their clothes five times a day, planning activities for them (when I say activities, I mean cleaning), as they are grounded from the TV, and making a chore chart (that I have been meaning to make for ages). OH . . . . . . . and of course being calm while doing so, because I wouldn't want little Edyn's prayer to go unanswered :)

Calm . . . . . Calm . . . . . Calm. . . . . . . calm . . . . thats right girlfriend . . . . breathe . . . . . Ahhhhh . . . . . . . .

Easter 09

2009-04-12T18:22:00.000-10:00

Spoiled

I just have to brag for a minute. I am the luckiest girl alive. I don't know how I ever got so lucky to have such an amazing BFF. Erika and her Mom, Momo, spoil me and my kids rotten. We got a box in the mail on Thursday and let me tell you, this was not the first. They send these boxes of love all the time, filled with surprises for me and my girls. I can't even express how thankful I am to these wonderful ladies. They LOVE me and my kids and put so much effort into making us feel special. Look what they did this time!

This box of Easter goodies kept my kids busy for hours, and they are STILL enjoying all the fun things that were in their baskets! And the dresses . . . . SO CUTE!

We LOVE you ERIKA and MOMO! THANK YOU!

Egg Artists

Fun times with the family.

Its obvious that in times like this, the artist in me can produce some unbelievably awesome eggs. I think I am the winner of this contest . . . oh wait, I was up against 6 and 4 year olds. Oh well. EAT IT KIDS. I win. Hands down.

Egg Hunters

You just can't have Easter without a back yard egg hunt.

Entertainment

If you have never done this to your child . . . you are missing out.

And thats a wrap . . . . . next post, more Confessions . . . . I swear. I have been digging down real deep, and working some long hours to get this one done!

It Seemed Like Such a Good Idea

2009-04-05T17:26:00.000-10:00

My friends . . . . I will be the first to admit that I can sometimes (okay, lets be honest, most times) be an irrational bee-yatch. So why should this week have been any different? Let me explain, and perhaps by the end of this post, I will have convinced myself that maybe . . . just maybe, I am not as crazy irrational as I think. We'll see. . . . . . This is how it all played out.

Many moons ago (say, six months) Damon informed me that we would be going to PPW at the Great Wolfe Lodge. He goes to photography conventions and print competitions all the time, and thought it would be fun for us to come along. I thought it would be fun also, considering that this is a very family friendly place with a water-slide park and lots of other fun stuff to do.

Well, it got closer and closer, and I started having second thoughts. You see, Damon was in charge of a huge job at the Western States Print Competition, which would require him to be gone all day long, several days in a row. I got to thinking . . . hmmm . . . . this doesn't sound like a very good idea. Me, alone with three kids, far from home, in a hotel, with a baby who requires napping and two bigger girls who don't. I told him of my worries and he informed me that we were basically going two days early and we would be able to play the whole time. He would also be able to hang out with us at night. Okay, count me back in.

Then came Monday. The first day of spring break. We were to leave on Wednesday, so I was going to take Monday and Tuesday to do some quick spring cleaning and packing. Monday was great. I got a lot accomplished, and even had some friends over for dinner. About three a.m. Tuesday morning, I awoke to a severe case of the stomach flu. Needless to say, I laid on the floor the whole day feeling as though death was imminent. (on the bright side, I was able to lose a quick and unexpected four pounds, and NOW, I am only four more stomach flu's away from my goal weight).

I don't even know what my kids were doing. I got nothing done that day, except for a lot of barfing, and I informed Damon that I didn't think we would be leaving the next day, because surely our kids would be getting this sickness, and it was horrible. Bad news. . . . . . Due to my sickness, I had to cancel my appointment for my spray on tan, which was very unfortunate for all the people at the place who had to see not only chubs, but my whiteness too. Good thing for me though, I saved myself 35 bones!

Against our better judgement, we did a quick pack up Wednesday morning, and crossed our fingers that our kids wouldn't get sick. We ended up leaving at around 1 pm, just after lunch, and just about two hours later, the spewage of said lunch began. ALL. OVER. MY. CAR. Don't worry, we brought a very festive Halloween barf bowl just in case. We even emptied a box for Edyn to barf in, as Ava was occupying the bowl. Unfortunately, Edyn decided it would be a better idea to put the box on the floor of my van and vomit everywhere except IN the box. GROSS is an understatement. Just be glad you weren't there. The sickie poo's were so cold after we had to pull over on a very snowy White Pass and change their clothes, so we basically hot boxed it for the next two hours of the trip with the heater on.

We spent the first evening cooped up in a hotel room, enjoying the hurling sounds of two very sick little girls. (Thank goodness Lila didn't get it).

Two sick babies. One Festive Barf Bowl. They will kill me later in life for posting this picture.

The next day Edyn was better, but Ava was not, so Damon and Edyn went to play at the water park and I, once again, was cooped up in a hotel room. Ava started feeling better by that evening, but unfortunately that was about the time when Damon had to leave to go work at the print competition, and was not to be seen for the next three days. (Those so called nights he would be able to spend with us . . . . no such luck). Do you know what that means? Me. Alone. With three kids. In a hotel.

Now its just so happens that I am amazing, and decided that I would be brave and pack the kids up and we were going to go and have some fun. We decided to try out the wave pool, which looked pretty fun. . . . oh wait, until the waves started splashing around, and with Lila in one arm, Edyn clinging to my leg, and one "freaking her brains out" Ava, who decided to cling on to my swim suit top for her dear life. Unfortunately, it caused my left boob to pop out for all to see. It had to have been out for a good 30 seconds, as I was struggling against the waves and my other two children to pry her death grip off my top. Fortunately, the left boob is the bigger of the two boobs I own, so if I was going to give a peep show, the left boob was clearly the better choice.

Sorry, there will be no pictures of my left boob on this post. Not that kind of blog. I will, however show you my feet, as they are my best asset. Especially since I had that nasty bunion removed three years ago.

We opted out of the wave pool and made our way to the kiddie playground for a good hour. It was pretty fun. Although I had to pay Ava to go down the slide. I think I owe her like 20 dollars. Lila managed to drink about half of the pool's water, which turned out to be a good thing, as she has problems with constipation and this was just enough germ infested pee/chlorine water to give her a quick bout of the runs. Cleared that constipation right up.

I did it. I made it through the water park all by myself. Like I said. . . . amazing.

We managed to make it through the next couple of days venturing out around the resort. I even took them back to the water park a couple times by my lonesome, however, we did have to spend a good majority of those days in our hotel room, as Lila requires napping. So naturally the kids got to watch a lot of Disney and I had plenty of time to spend picking my zits in front of a very well lit mirror (i was quite impressed) . . . . and of course, eating countless calories, as if it would help to drown out my sorrows. At one point, me and the Toots ended up taking an hour long shower, because Edyn and Ava decided to take their one and only nap of the year and we had nothing else to do in a small room. All the while, I am cursing my husband, because naturally, this was all his fault. It couldn't have been the fact that I have a bad attitude or anything.

Luckily, on Friday night, Tio and Tia came up to play with us for a few days. They helped so much, but we still had 5 kids to take care of, and that is a lot of work. We saw very little of Damon, who I had managed to take out all my frustrations on, so the poor guy not only had to work his brains out the whole time, but then he had to answer to his witch of a wife. Don't worry, we still love each other, but this is the last time I go on one of these trips until my kids are way older. (BTW, I came home 2 days early).

The kids did manage to have lots of fun. I am glad. That is what it is really all about. Most of the time though, I am just too busy thinking about myself, and what I want and need. Looking back, I feel really bad about having such a negative attitude, BUT, does it make me want to do this again? I THINK NOT.

So . . . . . I think the verdict is . . . . . I may have been somewhat irrational. I will have to work on that. Starting tomorrow of course. Because its Monday. And while I am at it, I will start a new diet too, because I obviously fell off the wagon this week.

Oh, I will also be spending my Monday detailing my van, as no amount of air freshener can cover the smell. Believe me. We tried.

Surprise

2009-03-24T11:43:00.000-10:00

The plan was hatched in January and we purchased our tickets to fly down to California to see our sister Emily, who moved away almost two years ago. We are pretty good secret keepers. She had no idea!

This trip came at a great time. Just when I thought I couldn't take it (when I say "it" I mean kids fighting, responsibilities, winter weather, being chubby, husband always working, me always feeling sorry for myself . . . . you know the drill) anymore, and was seriously contemplating checking myself into an insane asylum (no joke), it was Thursday, March 19, and we were ready to go on our getaway. Phew. A MUCH needed break for this Mama.

So, after lots of driving . . . . . .

Lots of flying . . . . . .

Lots more driving . . . . . .

. . . . and we were FINALLY there, in Turlock. This is how it all played out!

(I hate hearing my own voice. It's a little creepy. Is that what I really sound like?)

There were 7 of us all together. We were all hiding in the corner, and she kept seeing more and more of us. Funny thing is . . . . we have plenty more sisters! The rest couldn't come. Bummer.

It was an awesome weekend of hanging out, talking about the most random things, more hanging out, and lots of KIDLESS shopping (come to find out, shopping without kids is AMAZING)!

What I lack in talent, my sister makes up. Check this out. Isn't she AMAZING!

Its too bad it all had to come to a screeching halt. Reality was awaiting.

So, Lots of driving . . . . . .

Lots more flying . . . . . .

Lots more driving . . . . . . .(Did I mention I hate traveling, especially flying. BARF)

And we were home on Sunday night.

The silly thing, is that the whole time I was gone, having a blast of course, I missed my babies and my husband so much. I get so annoyed with myself, because I complain and complain about how much I need a break, and then I finally get one, and all I want to do is be with my kids. I guess the grass is always greener, right?

Damon did a fabulous job of being Mr. Mom while I was gone. In fact, he does such a good job, I think I should go out of town more often. Yes. . . . . I think I will.

Double Header

2009-03-14T16:32:00.000-10:00

Spring Soccer is in full swing. Today we had a double header. I have two words for you. . . . . . .

TOTAL. DOMINATION.

Perhaps it's because we got two new players?

Maybe its because we added to our coaching staff?

Or could it be that the other teams were having an off day?

Hmmmmm . . . . Probably all of the above.

Whatever it was . . . . . . those two teams didn't stand a chance. The Gators were ON FIRE!

Don't they look like a FEROCIOUS bunch of six year olds?

I was telling my sister, that I really enjoy having something fun to do on my Saturdays. I often hear a lot of complaining about having to take kids here and there, and always being so busy with sports and extra curricular things. I will probably, once again, eat my words in a few years, when it gets old (I hope it doesn't), but for now, I LOVE THIS. I am so excited for my kids to do fun things, and to go and cheer them on as a family.

On a side note . . . . while Ava was busy NOT obeying me, you know, getting a coat on (I only asked her four times), because it was FA-REEZING . . . . she had plenty of time to put on her "forbidden to wear out of the house" glass slippers, and sneak herself into the car. Too bad I didn't notice until we got to the Soccer Complex. She might have been cold, but at least she was SYLISH and cold.