A good daddy, a tear and a happy afternoon

Cris has been letting McKenzie stay up late and watch the Jazz games with him lately. He makes a deal with her that as long as she sits and is calm, he'll let her stay up and cheer (and eat junk food) with him. It's cute to see her on his lap, sticky gummy worm in one hand and Dorito chip in the other, cheering "Yay Boozer!" anytime a basket is made (whether Carlos Boozer makes it or not). And I dont think anything right now could make Cris prouder of his little buddy.

Since the Jazz have been in the playoffs, their games are starting really late. But, he kept his usual promise on Saturday and the two of them had a hay day. She had her chosen dollar store treats and had made Kool-aid with daddy, and was on cloud nine. I stayed up and watched them bond for a few minutes, but soon went to bed to be able to wake up at 4am for work. I woke up at 11 (thanks to the joys of a pregnancy bladder - NOT my favorite pregnancy complication by a long shot!) and peeked into McKenzies room to check on her. It was empty. I heard the game was still on, and tip toed into the living room thinking Cris was crazy for keeping her up so late. I looked in and saw her laying on her stomach across his lap. He was tenderly tickling her back, and she had zonked out - something I have never, ever seen her do. Ever. Bedtime and naps are routines. No routine, no sleep. I was a little shocked.

But, mostly my heart melted at seeing the tender moment between the two. Sometimes I wonder how the two of them get by without me on the weekends. And somtimes (okay, a lot of the time) I get frustrated when things arent done my way. But seeing this was a little reminder that they are fine and their time together is going to be an important factor in their relationship.

And, truthfully, it made me a little sad. Of course I want them to have fun alone time, but it made me long for having a family day. I work weekends and Cris works week days. It's a wonderful arrangement for avoiding day care and getting quality time with McKenzie, but it's also hard sacrificing our days off together. (Sigh)

Still having family time weighing on my mind, Monday when the phones went down at work, I decided to sneak out early. I only left an hour early, but that hour seemed like a gift and I was determined to do something with it. Our strange choice: shopping at Sams Club. Weird, huh? Cris doesnt go shopping and rarely agrees to run into Salt Lake, but he was up for it then. We went in and Cris and I had the best conversation while we drove. McKenzie sat quietly in the car watching a video and occassionaly saying random things to make us laugh. Shopping was fun (which sounds funny when you are stocking up on soaps, meats and frozen foods, but to each their own, right?) and afterwards we stopped at McDonalds where we found an empty playland to play in. It was the perfect afternoon and it made me feel a little better about things. Oh the miracles of a warehouse store! LOL!

Hurts soooo good

Today I had a massage. And my arms still feel like jello! I've only had one 30 minute massage in my life, but this time I treated myself to the full hour special. There were moments of insecurity having a stranger rub oil on my body, but those feelings didnt last long. She started with my feet and almost right away, asked if I was having problems with my sinuses. How crazy is that? Maybe there is something to the foot reflexology afterall? Anyway, she soaked a cloth in peppermint oil and placed it under my headrest. Then she did some sort of special tricks to my feet to help me out, and I am telling you I haven't been able to breath that deeply in ages! She also tried a little bit of the deep tissue massage. I tried so hard not to flinch or grimace, cause it really did hurt a little. But as soon as she would move to a new spot, I would really start to feel good. I had the whole head to toe work up (complete with oil on the face and hair, which is not a good look, but still felt really nice) and I had a hard time trying to get my body to move when it was over! I wanted to doze off right there! I had plans of deep cleaning the bathrooms today and getting some laundry done, but the massage has encouraged me to do a little more relaxing today. Maybe I'll paint my toenails, and then I'll be motivated? A little pampering can't hurt too much, right? LOL!

Waiting for May

I had my OB appointment this week. It was a normal weight/blood pressure/pee check - with the plus of hearing the baby's heartbeat. Nothing exciting to report. BUT, I did get to schedule my utlrasound! It's still weeks away, but at least I know the date and can sit and wait anxiously for the appointment. Maybe it's silly, but I am really excited to know who's growing in there! My father says we will be ruining lifes biggest surprise, but I don't think I can function not knowing if we're having a boy or girl. I am ready to stock up on cute baby clothes, paint the new bedroom (goodbye home office) and get the other fun preparation things done. Besides, when I day dream of holding my little baby in my arms, I can imagine it in greater detail! So, the date is set for May 20. Forgive my anxious twitch until then!

Also exciting, (and I can't believe I haven't posted this until now) is that I felt the baby for the first time on Saturday. It was a big, strong kick, which surprised me. Since then I've felt the normal "butterfly flutters" I would expect at this stage, but I can't get over the huge kick I felt that day. It made me smile, and felt like a little reassurance from the baby saying "I'm okay mom!" (especially since I felt bad about taking the medication I posted about earlier)

My tummy is definitely showing, I'm feeling healthier and am ready for the pregnancy glow to kick in. Life is good.

My Ticket

I am embarrassed to admit this, but I got a speeding ticket a few days ago. I haven't had one since I was 16. Driving into Grantsville from Tooele the speed limit changes from 60 to 35 in a short space. I usually kick off my cruise control and slow down to the speed without romping on the breaks. I guess when I did it this time, I didnt slow down quickly enough (although the officer said I was down to the limit 100 yards after the sign) and was still at 42 where the 35mph sign sat. And I was busted. 7 miles and hour over - no reduction. I have never ever gotten out of a ticket, it's a talent I just dont have. And I hate it.

When I got home I started to read the citation. It said that I had to report to the court of (blank) in the location of (blank) by the date of (blank). How am I supposed to do that? I called the county a few times, since my last ticket was in Grantsville and I had to handle it at the county building, but they couldnt help me. They needed a case number, which was also blank. What the crap?! I have been so sick lately, I hadn't invested too much time into the process, but figured I'd better do it soon before I had a misdemenor Failure To Appear tacked on too.

I went to the Grantsville City building and asked the court clerk if she could please help me. I explained that the information I needed was blank and had received no help so far. She kinda rolled her eyes at first and asked for the date the ticket was issued, but I didnt remember. She finally came to the window, looked at my ticket to get the date, and found that box was blank too. She said "This is hardly a ticket!" and drug me over to the police station. She showed the clerk the ticket and pointed out the officer never even signed it. The two were pretty ticked off because they couldnt really even enter it in the system, and told me that I had better fight the ticket in court. While we were talking about it, the police cheif overheard us and came out to inspect the ticket. He said "This is garbage!" appollogized, and asked the court clerk if we could dismiss it. She was soon on the phone with the prosecuter and the judge, and my ticket was officially dismissed. It will never hit my record, and I pay no fine. Whoohoo!

While I waited for the paperwork to be processed (I wasnt about to leave without proof that it was dismissed) I heard the chief call the officer in and yell at him (you could hear it through the whole city building) "If you can't take the 30 seconds to fill out these tickets, you shouldnt be issuing them. Maybe you should be dismissed!" I didnt want to cause such a scene, but, it really feels nice to have the ticket disappear like that!

To Shake Her Tailfeather or Not...?

McKenzie has been taking dance classes since the fall. When it started she had a rough time learning how to participate in a class and work with other kids. Then, things started clicking and she did a great job! She loved the class and looked forward to it every week. She might get distracted for a short time, but she learned the dances and had so much fun. Cris and I loved watching her in class, and she always came home so happy.

Then there was a few weeks break near Christmas time. Then, we missed a few weeks for vacations and the sniffles. Once we made it back to class, it was like she had to start over from scratch. She had a short attention span, was difficult in class, and often refused to participate. Class was frustrating, but I kept taking her thinking it would click again soon. Now she doesn't want to go at all. She cries and asks to stay home. I dont want to force it on her, so I keep her home. (Part of the difficulty is class is right after she wakes up from her nap, so she's cranky - even if she naps an hour earlier than usual. It's just a rough time frame. But, as soon as school is out, dance class will be Tuesday mornings at 10, so that timing may help things. Who knows?)

The funny thing is, her missing dance REALLY bothers Cris (the guy who said the entire time I was pregnant with her "she will NEVER wear pink and NEVER take dance classes!") It makes him so sad to think about her giving up on dance. He's not home when its time for class, so sometimes he quizzes me to see if I just didnt feel like going, or if she really refused. He thinks I should take her regardless of her feelings, and she'll end up having fun in the end. Maybe thats true, but I dont want her to feel like dance is a punishment. I have more of the feeling to take a few months off and try again in the fall. Afterall, she's only two. And who knows, maybe she'll end up hating dance and want to play football. I'd like her to take some type of lessons the whole time she's growing up so she can learn new things and develop her talents, whatever they may be.

Anyway, I post this looking for a bit of advice. What do you think? Do we take her so she gets the important benefits of interacting with other kids, excercising, and having fun? Or we take the summer off and see how things look this fall? Or later?

Catching up...

So, I've been a little absent from life lately. I'm living the life of a leper - I am sick, tired, and tired of being sick! Generally I am a healthy person. I go two or three years without seeing a doctor (pregnancy excluded). But, since Cris switched jobs, we are using a high deductable insurance/Health Savings Account, until his really good plan kicks in the first of June. I was so excited to open this HSA account, because it only costs a few bucks a month, and my work automatically deposits $1200 into the account when I open it. Then, pre-tax I deposit more funds, and the company matches up to another $1200. I figured I could easily save up $4000 to pay for all of our labor and delivery fees the insurance wouldnt cover, and then some. It was solid gold! But, do you think any perfect plan ever works out perfectly? Not for me. The minute our old insurance was toast, the germs surrounding me went on hayday, and my immune system went on strike. For the second time, the sinus infection is back... or may have never completely left. The infection has spread through my neck, swelling my glands, making it impossible to swallow, and turning my head brings tears to my eyes. He also said that I don't quite have pneaumonia, but I am knocking on its doors. Oh, and I can't keep anything down. Minus a few saltine crackers and a small bowl of soup, food isnt staying with me for more than 45 minutes. (45 minutes allows some time for necessary food absorbtion, right?)

Dr. Darin usually seems me, but this time I wound up with Dr. Holt. It'd been years since I had seen him. He was kind in treating me, giving me the absolute safest class B medications safe for pregnancy. But, then, he inserted a little guilt trip. He handed me the prescriptions, said they were the safest there were, but said that still, the only safe thing to take while pregnant is prenatal vitamins. He told me to take the scripts, think about it, and decide whether I should fill them or not. Tell me that doesnt suck! I go to him in my darkest hour, unsure if death is certain, or if I am just praying for it, and he lays on the guilt trip. Sure, sure, its his job, but... THATS NOT WHAT I NEEDED! I want nothing more than a healthy baby, I'll sacrifice anything for it. But... I need to be alive to do it, right? I filled the two prescriptions ($160 bucks later - no generics available for the safe stuff, ya know!) and am refusing to allow myself to feel guilty. I keep telling myself that no baby can do well when the moms body is full of infection right? That cant be good, right? Feel free to leave incouragings notes here! LOL

In other news, I dropped my parents off at the airport today. They were going to have my brother do it, but I begged him to let me do it. I think I needed to do something, accomplish anything, and get out of the house. So... there, I did one thing today! Anyway, my parents friends gave them the trip to their super fancy time share in Maui because they didnt have the time to use it. THEN, they said they had an overload of skymiles they could never use up and sent them plane tickets too! That's what I call a vacation! Needless to say, I am enjoying imagining my father walk the beach in his work shoes, long pants and long sleeve shirts. Yup, that what he packed! He said he wears the same type of thing everyday and there was no need to buy a new wardrobe for one week. He also said he didnt want to look like a yuppy in shorts and a fanny pack. Thats my dad! (I won't be offended if you are giggling now)

Tomorrow I am supposed to help teach a class at the scrapbook expo in Sandy. It's only for 2 hours, then Terri, Ashli and I will spend the rest of the time buying way too much stuff and having a good time scrapping. We'll spend the night at a hotel near the expo, and repeat the activities on Saturday. I've been worried about feeling well enough to go, so I am trying to stay busy this afternoon to prove to myself I can handle it - as long as our table isnt far from the restroom. I'm not worried about being contagious, the antibiotics should cover that, but I am worried about keeping my mother-in-law and sister-in-law awake all night. Cris tells me that since my sinus' have been in turmoil I am a VERY noisy sleeper. He says some of the sounds are absolutley inhuman and he would never imagine them coming from me. (I wonder how he really feels?) I want to doubt the truth in his statements since he has never once woken me up to quiet me down, but I think I may have woken myself up once or twice and know better. Boy do I feel appealing and feminine!

One more thing, here is an exerpt from mine and McKenzie's conversation on the way to pick up my parents this morning.

McKenzie: Mom! Look! Birdies!

Me: Yes, they are digging up worms and spiders for breakfast.

McKenzie: Eat spiders??? (a little traumatized)

Me: Yes, birdies eat bugs. They think they are tasty. But we dont eat them because that would be gross.

McKenzie: Yeah!!! Nasty, too!

a few seconds pass

McKenzie: (in a scared voice) Mom? Me no eat spider, okay? Me good girl.

Slurpees and flying suckers

Today when I woke up, I realized I have been bitten by the spring bug. Even though my lawn is covered in snow, I put on my capri pants and flip flops, and had a sudden notion that McKenzie needed a "fresh Spring" haircut. I reached deep into my mom bag of tricks and came up with a few ideas to keep her still while getting her hair cut: a slurpee (she had her first one last week and LOVED it), pink lip gloss, and a sucker. I loaded up the girl and my items of entertainment and we were off to Great Clips. We had a short wait for her turn, and she sat wonderfully. She was excited to get "beautiful". I asked her what she wanted to do after the hair cut, if she was good, and she wanted to go to the car wash. That made me giggle a little, but hey, I was up for it!

They called us up, and she was nervous sitting in the chair alone, so she sat on my lap. She slurped her drink and sat perfectly still. I was so proud! After the first few snips, she got mad! She was done! We tried giving her the sucker, and she threw it across the room. She was having an all out fit. Normally, I dont stand for that kind of behavior, but what could I do? Just the back of her hair was cut, the sides were still long! I couldnt really get up and leave in the middle. So, being the girl of brute force that I am, I pinned her down and held her in place while the cut was finished. And boy did she scream. I felt so sorry for the patient stylist, and for the other customers too. The funny thing was, the minute the stylist said "you're all done!" she instantly stopped crying, said "thank you", went over and picked up the sucker she had thrown and apollogized. What an emotional rollercoaster, eh?

I was hoping to get some pictures of her getting her hair cut, but my arm were a little tied up. Eventually, when she recovers from the trauma, and my patience returns, I will curl it a little and hopefully catch a few snapshots.

Wish me luck. lol

My Story

The cool night air woke her up as she walked alone to her car. As she started the engine, the music began to play. She felt the feeling of the song, and was quickly absorbed. The road was an open invitation to her and she felt like driving - not that she was running from anything - but the act of driving alone on the dark highway and thinking to herself was therapeutic.

She began to think of things from years ago, feelings and thoughts that were alien to her current life. She remembered opening envelope after envelope, expensive letterhead offering her scholarships across the country, fancy brochures depicting the happy life she would lead if she earned her degree from their school. She enjoyed the feeling of being courted, of being wanted by so many schools. But still, nothing seemed right. Sure, the act of planning her future was a scary task. But the fear didn't stop her from making a decision, if anything it motivated her further. She never quite knew the right words to describe her feelings, but somehow she knew she wouldn't be fulfilled leading the life the world had planned out for her. She wanted something different, so she bucked the system and decided to attend none of the schools.

Her parents were baffled, and she thought, maybe a little worried. Teachers shook their heads in disgust, disappointed in the lost potential. Friends scattered, and people at the small town grocery store whispered rumors of drugs or pregnancy. Especially after she met the boy.

She remembered being overwhelmed by the boy. She had thought she had loved before, but the feelings that took her over far surpassed anything she had imagined. Their relationship grew quickly, and soon they were married. A teen bride was something she had never considered. But still, they had a home, they had each other, and they were incredibly happy.

Even though she never grown displeased with her life, or regretted her decisions, sometimes she wondered how her life would have been if she had followed the other path. Would her internship in Washington have aligned her with powerful people? Would she have been a high priced attorney, fighting injustice and working 16 hour days? Would she be the no-nonsense business suited CEO who turned the business world on edge?

She sighed. Her thoughts turned then to tiptoeing into the house. She would be home soon and would sneak into her sleeping daughters room, tenderly brush the hair from her forehead, adjust her blankets, and kiss her goodnight. Then she would pad across the hall to her room, snuggle under the blankets, and put her cold toes under her husbands legs for warmth. He might murmur a few words of quiet protest, but still, his arms would wrap around her and she would feel safe.

She was nearly home when she realized she was smiling to herself. She was anxious to get home to the ones she loved, to where she belonged. She knew then why she was never caught up in the appeal of the other life. She knew that nothing could compare to the joy she had already obtained. She may lack the fancy degree, but she realized she had already learned life's most important lesson. And the best part was, it was only going to get better.

A Great Mom

I just want to stop and thank my mom. She's always there for me, lets me whine and complain to her, goes running around Salt Lake with me (heaven knows I wont go alone!), and delivers yummy Sunday dinner to me at work.

This week, I had a coupon for Chuck E Cheese and wanted to take McKenzie in. Who agreed to go and keep me company? Mom. Today I bought some home hair color I didnt dare apply myself. Who stopped by to help me? Mom.

She doesnt have to do any of these things, and thats why they are all the more special. I dont tell her often enough, but I appreciate her. Love you, mom!

Quote of the day

Last night Cris was just finishing up his shower after work. Totally unprovoked McKenzie puts a serious look on her face, marches to the closed bathroom door, knocks, and hollers.

McKenzie: "DAD!"
Cris: "What, McKenzie?"
McKenzie: "Wash bum! No stinky bum out here!"

I had tears running down my face, I was laughing so hard! I have no idea where she came up with it, but I love it! So funny!

I think I've created a monster

Last week when I was so sick, I asked Cris to go grocery shopping for me. I made a detailed list of what we needed and tried to organize it by aisle to make it easier for him. (Yeah, he doesnt go to the grocery store much) He came back so proud that he found everything on the list (he usually can't find something, even when I ask him to stop for just two or three items - one of my pet peeves) and thought he saved some money. Now he wants to take over our weekly grocery shopping to "help me out".

What he doesn't know is he made a few mistakes when he went shopping.

• Chicken breasts are not the same as chicken tenders. Yes, sometimes it's fine to use the tenders, but the entire breast is necessary for some dishes. Dinner plans that night had to be altered and he wondered why.
• He bought diabetic popcicles. I don't mind diabetic jam, but these popcicles are just nasty!
• I asked him to pick up a few things that would be easy to heat up for lunches while I was recovering, like frozen pizzas and burritos. Not the greatest stuff, but hey, you do what you have to do! Even though I had a specific brand and flavor listed that I could choke down, he bought something else on sale. And he got BUNCHES of them. They are plain tortillas wrapped around runny, tasteless refried beans. Yuck! So, if you ever have a hankering for tasteless runny beans and tortillas, stop on by! I'll heat ya up one... or twenty!

I've tried not to say anything, because he was trying to be helpful. But, I REALLY dont want to give up the grocery shopping, especially since I usually am the one who cooks dinner. He's trying to help out, so I dont want to burst his bubble either. He wants to go tonight, and I am dreading what he'll come back with. I offered for us all to go, but he said I'll throw him off if I randomly throw things in the cart. Maybe I will make the list so difficult this time he'll lose interest?

Oh, and as for the wii, he didnt say no. He didnt even laugh. He was surprised, but I think he's keeping an open mind. I am sure if I happened to actually find one on the shelves, and it somehow ended up in my shopping cart, he wouldnt cry. Now for the kicker, I want to find one at a Wal-Mart - not because I am loyal to my employer, but because I want my darn 10% discount! I called the Tooele store to see if by chance they had any - they had 30 delivered yesterday and they were gone within the hour. Maybe I'll find one by Christmas?

Tagged, again!

1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE? no, my parents just liked the name, I dont know why. They almost named me Brenda. EEEK!
2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED? 30 minutes ago when I finished reading a sappy book.
3. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING? when I actually try
4. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE LUNCH MEAT? Mesquite turkey
5. DO YOU HAVE KIDS? yes, 1 2-year old and one one the way
6. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU? I sure hope so.
7. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT? yes, more than I should
8. DO YOU STILL HAVE YOUR TONSILS? yes
9. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP? done it
10. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE CEREAL? the mini-wheats with strawberry jam inside
11. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF? never. I am in too big of a rush to get them off. I hate shoes!
12. DO YOU THINK YOU ARE STRONG? Yes. Maybe not the physically strongest...
13. WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE ICE CREAM? burnt almond fudge
14. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE? their eyes
15. RED OR PINK? Red
16. WHAT IS THE LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF? wish I was more outgoing.
17. WHO DO YOU MISS THE MOST? friends that have parted ways
18. DO YOU WANT EVERYONE TO SEND THIS BACK TO YOU? no, I dont think my answers will change
19. WHAT COLOUR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING? pink jammy pants and barefoot
20. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE? garlic chicken noodle casserole with veggies
21. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW? The hum of the computers
22. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOUR WOULD YOU BE? gold. my brother and I would fight over that crayon because we thought it was the most expensive. lol
23. FAVOURITE SMELLS? new babies, baking bread
24. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE? mom
25. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU? Yes!
26. FAVOURITE SPORTS TO WATCH? Basketbal on tv, baseball but only live
27. HAIR COLOUR? light brown.
EYE COLOUR? Blue
29. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS? nope. dont think i could ever put anything in my eyes. yuck!
30. FAVOURITE FOOD? lots. fresh bread, homemade brownies, chocolate, anything fatening
31. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS? Happy endings.
32. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED? elmo in grouchland, with my daughter
33. WHAT COLOUR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING? pink
34. SUMMER OR WINTER? summer
35. HUGS OR KISSES? Hugs. nothing better than a warm hug
36. FAVOURITE DESSERT? all of them
37. MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND? Amy
38. LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND? malory
39. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW? just finished neighbors by janet evanovich
40. WHAT IS ON YOUR MOUSE PAD? nothing, but an egonomic wrist rest that looks like butt cheeks
41. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON T.V. LAST NIGHT? Biggest Loser
42. FAVOURITE MUSIC? everything. love broadway soundtracks, i clean to angry music
43. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES? the Beatles (oh, Cris is gonna be mad...)
44. WHAT IS THE FURTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME? Belize, Central America
45. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT? I have been blessed with many, but none especially unique.
46. WHERE WERE YOU BORN? Herriman, Utah

I tag: Amy, Sharon & Malory

I want one

It's stupid, I know. But, I really want a wii. Why? I have NO clue. I don't play video games - except the rare occassion when Cris and I drag out the original old school nintendo and play Duck Hunt or Super Mario Brothers (believe it or not, that was always a big hit at our Halloween parties in the pre-kids era). I don't think I've ever even touched a nintendo 360. I stink at video games. It's just not my thing. But something about the wii looks fun. I picture challenging Cris to a virtual boxing match. Uhh, I just read that sentence and wonder if you all are going to recommend therapy? I see bowling matches with my dad. It's different and it just looks fun!

For some reason I've resisted telling Cris that I want to splurge on a toy. Maybe I picture the look on his face as he thinks "You want to spend $300 bucks on a toy? You never play video games! Is it just going to sit there and collect dust?" But, probably the bigger reason is I have those same questions of myself. How bad am I going to feel if I dont like it? And should I buy a video game, or use the money to get a bigger swing set or patio set for the backyard. Or pay off the debt Cris is working so hard at getting rid of but thats not fun. So much running through my head, but mostly, I hear "Do it! Spoil yourself!" which I am not sure is a good thing. Especially since I think I'm pretty spoiled as it is.

Anyway, I'm going to bring up the subject tonight as long as he doesnt come home in an irratable mood. He wont tell me no. But, I dont want to displease him by buying it if he isnt on board. We'll see how it goes. If it goes well, WHERE IN THE HECK CAN I FIND ONE IN STOCK??? Oh the drama! lol

I got tagged

Amy tagged me with this one!

What were you doing 10 years ago?
I was a sophomore in high school, where I was on the softball team. I was on the Odyssey of the Mind team, and went to the World Finals in Disneyworld. I worked at the Lakepoint McDonald's after school and drove a 1977 Volvo car. (It chugged a little, but hey, it was a 5 speed and had a sun roof! LOL!) I started dating this year and had my first kiss with Blaine Neilson. Oh boy.

5 things on my list today:
1. Take McKenzie to dance class
2. Finish up some laundry
3. Make Chicken Cor'don Bleu (however you spell it) for dinner
4. Paint my toenails
5. Family time: Water color paints - McKenzie's choice

Favorite treats:
Dip-n-dots mint chocolate ice cream, samoa girl scout cookies, reisens, puffy cheetos, salty fresh pretzels from the mall, pomegranites

3 bad habits:
1. biting my fingernails
2. never making my bed, until just before I go to sleep
3. not finishing something because it is not perfect

If I were suddenly a billionaire, I would:
Buy and old victorian house and have fun fixing it up, start a charity, travel more, buy property and pay for everyone in our family to build themselves a nice house, and find a way to invest and live off the interest. (Who knows, just for fun a few people at work chipped $5 into a pool to play the Idaho lottery for 10 weeks!)

Places I have lived:
Herriman, Utah
Joseph, Utah
Riverton, Utah
Grantsville, Utah
Tooele, Utah

Jobs I've had:
Landscape Flowerbeds for Turf-It
McDonalds
Flying J Fuel Desk
Office Manager at 2 floor covering companies
Driver Coordinator

5 things most people dont know about me:
1. I absolutely cannot make Kraft Mac&Cheese without the water boiling over, or accidentally dumping half the noodles in the sink when I drain them
2. Once I start reading a book I can't stop reading until its done.
3. My husband and I can't go a day without teasing each other
4. My best friend thinks I betrayed her and won't speak to me anymore. I know I didn't do it, but I think about it everyday and it bothers me that she thinks that of me.
5. I look forward to checking the mail, even though it's always only bills! :)

5 people I want to tag:
Jessica, Jan and Steve, Leann, Malory, Kambree