Tuesday, August 18, 2009

How rude!

She got on the bus and left me, for all the whole day. She didn't even look back, just a wave over her shoulder. The bus driver had her come back up so we could get this picture. She was not amused with Mark and I.
Emma woke up at 5:30 a.m. this morning, she was so excited to ride the bus, ( the big yellow one not the mommy bus that took her to kindergarten). I hope she has fun.
Can I go get her now?
How about now?
I miss her and am a little sad to see my baby growing up. Next thing I know we will be planning her wedding and she will be demanding an ice sculpture.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

Water Logged


3 Swimming Lesson
+
2 Splash Parks
+
Cowabunga Bay
(all in one week)
=
no clean towels


Cowabunga bay was a blast, water slides, water cannons, a giant dumping water bucket and a lazy river.
My girls all loved it.( Mark and I did too.)






Swimming Lessons at Shinsel's.
My girls are fish.
And Emma learned how to do a cannonball.



Thursday, August 6, 2009

Pray for my dishwasher...

to DIE!
It does a decent job of getting things clean but acts up from time to time. The support tines are all breaking off due to the great Riverton water we have. Today, I accidently but dish soap in it and now it is spewing suds every where. Oh and by the way its ugly. I've been waiting for it to die for about a year now. I even have saved up money for its replacement but, nothing.
Don't you hate it when someone(something) stays to long at the party.

Oh check out my cute new hair.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

It's been a good run.

After 8 years of marriage Mark and I have given up, or should I say, gave in.


Hazelnut Chocolate Mousse

And New York Cheesecake


(Get your fork out of my way! Sweetie :))

Can't wait till next anniversary.

Friday, July 24, 2009

Ma and Pa Vader






AKA Mammy and Pappy Vader

I can't believe what an amazing time we had. We got lucky with 9 children, 5 girls and 4 boys. We got to share our testimony with them and they shared their testimonies with us and it so enriched us.
They kids wrote us thank you cards one day and kept saying how funny we ( I already knew this) are and how they have been laughing since they arrived.
So after we all got off the buses in the middle of nowhere in Wyoming, they made us do the dreaded "Shake Down". Where Mark and I had to go through the kids stuff to make sure they didn't have anything that was not on the list of approved items to bring. Mark and I where dreading this. So Mark had to lighten the whole situation. When he was going through the first of the boys bags (Thomas') he slipped in a beanie baby stuffed octopus. He then proceeds to say at the top of his lungs, "What is this? You can't bring your stuffy on trek." to which almost everyone on trek turned to see what was going on and which President Chug got all on video. Thomas, a shy sweet kid looked at Mark in absolute horror and wanted to die. Everyone just busted out in laughter. So we named the Octopus TJ (Thomas Junior, of course). And Thomas carried him everywhere.


Thomas giving TJ a ride on his hat.


The kids took better care of TJ than they did of our adopted baby Elizabeth. Elizabeth got tied to a spoke of handcart and went for a ride. I strongly objected to the abuse but as Mark said "If it wasn't so funny I would make them take her off." Elizabeth was a little doll that we were suppose to carry around like our baby. The kids then knew they could get a rise out of me if they continued to abuse my baby. So Elizabeth got tied up , well actually hung, she had to endure so much.

Halee being so sweet to baby Elizabeth, yeah right.

So to sum up our family dynamics on Trek, I must share another little story. So on Wednesday it was our Sabbath and we had to attend all of our regular meetings ( I kept asking where Primary was being held but no one knew, bummer!) So I went to the Society of Relief, I think its also called Relief Society. The Stake young Womens Presidency spoke to us about strengthen our families. My dear friend Carol Watson was teaching about how we could each influence our families in a positive ways. She then said "We can not be a smart aleck." WHAT? I leaned over to my girls and whispered "I don't agree with that." To which one of my girls said "We wouldn't have anything to say in our family." Okay so Mark and I's sarcasm might have worn off a little bit on the kids, woops. Our kids left a lot funnier than when they arrived, at least a lot more sarcastic.
So one of the girls kept asking me wether or not Mark was being serious when he said something sarcastic. I told her that I've know the guy for ten years and still can't tell, so good luck. We had a blast with the kids and I think they had fun too.

Friday, July 10, 2009

The nectar of the Gods, Shrek and the Tour.

Okay, so I have decided to stop drinking soda,( Tammy Trainor calls in the Nectar of the Gods and I agree) so I have tried to quit but, it hasn't worked. I have dramatically cut down, instead of my normal daily 32 to 44 ounces of Diet Dr. Pepper I have cut down to less than a can a day. Impressive, I know. I tell Mark that I have quit and he says " Its easy you do it every day." He is not very supportive helping me overcoming my addiction.

Shrek is a few days away. I cannot believe it. I cannot believe, I said yes to wandering around the desert with emotional teenagers for four days. Up until about a week ago, I was secretly wishing that I would break my ankle. I'll be fine, so if you have read previous posts about my Marky, you know he can do anything and come out just fine. So I am just going to follow his lead.

Oh funny thing, Kris Romeril summed it up the best when he said "Mark is the most insane person I know." (running a marathon with the flu and such adventures) . I add this about Mark, he is like uber smart, maybe bordering on brilliance. So I now call Mark, insanely brilliant it fits perfect.


So don't tell Mark but, I have a secret crush on Lance Armstrong. Mark and I started to watch the Tour de France when we were first married and every July we reconnect our cable to spend countless hours watch grown men in very tight clothing, beat the hell out of their body. Its like they run a marathon everyday for 3 weeks, talk about insane.
Someone once said watching the Tour was like watching paint dry, but for some reason Mark and I are fascinated to death about it. However, I just realized that we will miss the final week, so nobody spill the beans and tell me anything, I want watch it when I get home.

Wish me and Lance luck.