I'm a princess...or something.

I find this hilarious, especially since my boys just finished a phase where they watched "Mulan" about 10 times a day. Maybe that skewed my results? Who knows...


You Are Mulan!

Strong and spirited. You're no one's girly girl; actually you are very determined person with a strong sense of self. Never let go of that! The only thing that equals your sense of self is your family, but the traditions of society can always be bent to protect something or someone you love.

Which Disney Princess Are You?

Apples to...nothing.

So today I gave the boys an apple for a snack. J.J. ate his (in record time as always), proudly showed me the core, and then threw it away. Trey took his time, but was steadily eating his apple and seeming to enjoy it. Next thing I know, he's done.

me - Trey, where is the rest of your apple?
Trey - I ate it.
me - Well, where is the stem, and the seeds?
Trey - I ate it.
me - You ate the stem? And the seeds?
Trey - Uh huh.
me - Uh...no, you couldn't have eaten it. Where did you put it?
Trey - (ignores me and goes off to play)

Now I'm really searching looking for where he might have put the dang thing! But it's not in the trash, it's not on the counter, it's not on the floor. Which leaves only one option. Trey did, in fact, eat the entire apple. (sigh) That kid will literally eat anything.

It starts early.

My sons are arguing over which one of them gets to marry Heidi Klum.

It all started this morning when J.J. told me he was never going to get married, that he wants to live here with me forever. (yay...) Then Trey pipes up and tells me he IS going to get married when he gets bigger. J.J. then grabs my Redbook magazine (which I got a year's subscription for only $6!) and it has Heidi Klum on the cover. He yells at Trey, "Well I'm going to marry this girl!" Oh no no, now Trey says no, HE is going to marry her! That was the beginning of 1o minutes of fighting over who is going to marry Heidi Klum. I hid the magazine first chance I got, but even now, several hours later, they keep asking where "the girl" is!

Oh boy...I'm in trouble. Or maybe Heidi is in trouble in about 20 years...Seal ain't got nothin' on my boys!

The Real Deal

I've been tagged!

1. Laundry Room: Actually it's more of a laundry closet. That's why I can't get a picture of it, it's in a hallway. It looks okay, only because I strategically aimed the camera to miss the two rows of shelves above the machines...where buh-lieve me, the junk is stacked high.

2. Favorite Room: The family room, where I watch lots of TV. (Note the duct-taping child-proofing on the TV buttons...yeah, it's hilarious.) Usually you can't see the floor for all the toys covering it, but the boys were outside and so the floor stayed clean from when I had picked up earlier! Lucky me.
3. What are the kids doing: BamBam is following me around in his walker, which I know, I know, the pediatrician says is a no-no toy, but it is my lifesaver so I don't care what he says.
Bubba & RayRay are playing outside in the sprinkler. It was 113 today people! Don't worry, they're covered in SPF 50.

4. Favorite Shoes: What can I say, I'm a casual kinda gal.

I love my $2 flip flops. They're a stay-at-home mom's best friend. (still dirty & wet from helping my boys outside right before this)

My "going out" shoes. lol5. Toilet: Quack Quack. See the potty training book? Yeah, it didn't work...

6. Kitchen Sink: Clean! Josh has been doing the dishes lately. What a sweetheart. He rinses, I load the dishwasher. Marriage is teamwork!

7. Fridge: Forgot to take a pic of it but it's on the right. 8. Self Portrait: No. But here's a cute one of Bubba for ya!9. Closet: Haha...this is what I want to show you, but since I didn't post a self-portrait, I have to do this one for real.
Yikes. We have the smallest Master walk-in closet in the universe. This is just my side and part of J's...it's ain't pretty folks.
10. Dream Vacation: Anywhere without the kids!! Hawaii would be nice. Or I've always wanted to go to England and Ireland.

Okay, I'm tagging my four people: Wendy, Stella, Denise, and Kris. (mwahaha...)

The Ex Factor

So I ran into my ex at the grocery store. It was...weird. Without going into all of the gory and disturbing details, this was not a good relationship. I probably could write a soap opera, put it on prime time, and make a bunch of cash. Anyway, we broke up 12 years ago, and I haven't seen or talked to him since shortly after I met my husband, over 8 years ago. It's funny how seeing your ex, no matter how long ago it was, or how different you are now as a person, it can almost immediately transfer you back in time. It reminds you of the person you used to be, and I didn't like it much. I was so...timid, self-conscious, didn't stand up for myself, etc. On a positive note though, it reminded me of how far I've come and changed for the better. (and also how much I LOVE my husband and am so glad I found him!)

It was also funny to see him because I seriously was struck dumb. I didn't have a single thing to say. He talked and talked and talked (kinda nervously) and I just pretty much stood there. I couldn't think of a single thing to say on what I've been up to the last 8 years. Although I guess the kids in my shopping cart said more than words could have right? haha... It's just funny because when I've imagined running into an ex in the past, I pictured myself being confident, witty, smart, and of course looking absolutely perfect. Yeah...none of that happened.

Anyway, I was very happy to see that he seems to be doing really well. Graduated college, good job, married, etc. I know some people wish the worst on their ex's, but I have never really understood that. Showing that kind of emotion always makes me think you still care too much about your ex. You know? I've always hoped that he found happiness and success in life, and now by all appearances, it appears he has!

Father's Day...2 days late

Well better late than never right?

I read some pretty awesome tributes to fathers and thought I should do a little post on the fathers in my life.

My dad is amazing. (and not just 'cause he looks like Chuck Norris and is a 4th degree black belt...for reals) Some people probably know and some people may not, that he is not my "biological" father. He technically is my step-dad, but I have never considered him as such. He's been my father, my dad, in every sense of the word since I was 5 years old, and even legally adopted me. He was the one who taught me how to be a responsible adult, to respect other people, to work hard for everything you have in this life. I can't describe how grateful I am that he took on me and my brother just like we were his own from the beginning. Some of my favorite memories are going camping with dad, going to Home Depot with dad (or Payless Cashways back in the day!) and having dad fix everything and anything around the house. In fact, Josh and I still depend on him to help us fix whatever needs fixing! He's the first person I call when I have a question on...pretty much anything! I love you Dad!

Next my husband who is the Daddy in my house! My boys L O V E him. Nothing is more exciting than playing with Daddy, or "helping" Daddy do things around the house...or pretty much anything involving their Daddy. Whether it's rolling around the family room floor practicing their jiu jitsu (hilarious by the way) or cuddling on the couch and watching cartoons, there's no place they'd rather be than with him. He is an amazing father to them and I doubt a second goes by when he's not thinking about them. Nobody makes me laugh like Josh does and I'm lucky to have such a great partner to raise my kids with!

Last, my father-in-law! (ignore Trey's weird face) I've never met anyone in my entire life who is more generous, and sensitive than my FIL. He will do anything he can to help anybody out. His spiritual strength and dedication to studying the scriptures are something I really look up to. I'm so thankful to have such an amazing Grandpa for my kiddos. I hope they will look to him for an example as they grow older. They love their "Papa Big Dog"!

Experimenting

So lately I've been reading people's blogs, some I know, and some I don't know. In the past 2 days, I've read this girl's blog from start to finish. Now some might think, wow, this girl has a lot of free time on her hands. She should be taking care of her kids, or get a job, or do something meaningful with her time. Well, I do take care of my kids (hey they're fed and happy) and I even have a paying job I do from home part-time. My house is mostly clean (not right now though). It's not like I have nothing else to do. I guess it's just more interesting to read about other people's lives than living your own? Also it's nice to know there's a whole other world out there, I think I feel stir-crazy sometimes being a stay-at-home mom. I love being home with my kids but there are days I feel like I'm losing it.

Back to my obsession with blogs, I am just amazed at how well people are able to put their everyday life experiences into amazing, entertaining, witty stories. I wish I could do the same. I wish I could turn this blog into more of a journal type thing for myself. I have a journal, but I never write in it. You know why? Because of the "writing" part. I'm lazy. I need a typing journal since I can type almost as fast as I think. (not really but sorta, thank you 4 years of transcription work) So I'm thinking I'll start out slow, maybe just start by writing things that happen during the day and see what becomes of this whole blogging thing.

We took the kids to Chuck E. Cheese today. I wish I could say it was fun, but really I just realized how out of control my boys are. Actually I didn't "just realize" it, I knew it already, but it's just scarier in a place like Chuck E. Cheese. I have this fear of my kids being kidnapped at a place like that. Trey would not listen to a dang word I said. I spent half the time yelling (yes, yelling), "Trey! Come back here right now!" Bubba was better, he is more apprehensive of large crowds and new situations in general. Usually this drives me crazy but this worked to my advantage today. Samuel was an angel as usual. I swear he is the best baby ever. Almost makes me want to have #4...almost.

The reason we took the kids to Chuck E. Cheese is because of Bubba's insane anxiety over going to Preschool lately. I don't know what the deal is. He LOVED preschool the last 2 years. This summer I decided to put him in a summer preschool day camp that the city offers. He's going with another kid in our neighborhood. The first week was fine, he went everyday, no crying, had a blast, etc. Then suddenly it hit him the 2nd week that this was new and scary I guess, and he screamed like a psychotic monkey when I left him in the morning. I mean, seriously, jumping up and down, hyperventilating, lips turning purple, crazy fit. What is going on? I called his teachers, went to the school and met with them, and didn't get a feeling like it was an issue with the teachers or with the other kids picking on him or anything. Anyway, slowly he has gotten better. This week, he hardly cried. Thank you, Chuck E. Cheese bribe. The teachers there really are great, they even take him from me when I drop him off, and stand outside with him so he can watch me drive away and wave to me. I worry, what will happen when he starts Kindergarten this Fall? I don't think it will go well. Pessimistic some?

We stopped by Wal-Mart for a new fan today and some other random things. Bubba decided to wear a big sticker that says "Super!" on his forehead. I love this kid! Anyway, this cute old lady came up to him and told him she liked his sticker on his head, and wasn't he just so creative? Bubba looks at her, points, and says, "She's old." WHAT?! Apparently it's time for some lessons on manners. I'm sure I turned red, and tried to play it off by saying, "Oh yes, that sticker is kind of old huh?" and moved along. Luckily I think the woman was a little hard of hearing or else she just realized he's 4.

I haven't gone running for 2 days now and I'm really feeling crappy about it. I was on such a roll! I was almost up to 3 miles a day. Then bam, my ankle is sprained or something and some other...personal stuff happens, and I'm off the running wagon. I WILL run tomorrow if it kills me! I just feel so much better when I run, more energetic even when I haven't slept at all, more alive in general. It's so addicting!

Tagged...again!

A - Four places I visit over and over
1. J.J.'s preschool
2. grocery stores (usually Fry's or Bashas)
3. Target
4. CVS or Walgreen's

B - Four people who email me the most
1. my work
2. Bruce
3. Leisa
4. Nikki

C - Four of my favorite foods
1. Chips and fresh salsa (not that canned crap, gross)
2. pretty much anything fried
3. pizza (I know, I'm like a 10 year old)
4. lately, chocolate, especially dark chocolate

D - Four places I'd rather be right now
1. on a weekend away anywhere with just Josh
2. in bed sleeping as long as I want
3. 29Palms
4. Utah

E - Four movies I'd watch over and over
1. Selena
2. White Wolves
3. Juno (I've only seen it once but LOVED it)
4. Dazed and Confused

F - Four Bands/Groups that I love to listen to
1. Journey
2. AFI
3. CCR
4. Metallica

Four People I'm tagging - this is hard b/c I really don't think I know 4 people who read my blog
1-Kris?
2-Kori?
3-Denisse?
4-Uh...Wendy?