We're Baaack.

We're home from our rip snorting good time at Max's families house. We totally miss every one of them already. We laughed, ate lots of yummy food, some of which I even made, (not that I would ever eat that bean dip!) and partied like it was 1999. It was a blast.

I didn't cut any ones hairs. (sorry Kennon and my very own 2 parents) I did, however, send detailed instructions as to what I would do to Kennon's hair. I hope that was OK.

And, about my last post, apparently I'm still sick. My feverishness temperature says so.

The end.

I shouldn't be blogging.....

I have FAR too much to do to be blogging but my priorities are all messed, so I'm gonna blog.

I've been sick since, basically, Thanksgiving. I didn't bother to go to the Doctor until I had been sick for over 2 weeks. I just had a fever, a fever that went away when I took some ibuprofen. I took A LOT of ibuprofen. I had to, I'm the mom. Moms can't be sick. Its not accepted.

So I went to the DR, they drew blood and tested my peeps. (too much information?) Turns out I had an UTI. ( if you don't know what that is, ask a girl) The Dr gave me an antibiotic and sent me on my way. A week later, (because I didn't mind Shan) I wasn't feeling any better and somewhat sicker, cuz I was spewing now, I went back in to the Dr. They drew my blood and tested my peeps, again. My UTI wasn't any better so they gave me a different antibiotic which turns out I was TOTALLY allergic to. So after MUCH more spewing and a wicked bad case of the HIVES I am now on the MEND. Just in time for Christmas. Only too bad for me because I've been sick for a month and am NOT, in the least bit, ready.

Plus, we are packing up all our Christmas business and heading to Max's parents house. Not a small task, I tell you.

I have wrapped 4 pans of caramels in the past 12 hours and bagged them too. Now I am off to color my hair, wax my eyebrows, and if I have time, clean the house. Oh, and also pack our whole life.

So, that's where I've been.

Happy Holidays.....The end.

Tuesday December 8, 2009

WHY I LOVE MY FAMILY....TODAY

Today I love Max because he is the hardest worker I know. Other people might think their spouse works the hardest, but they are wrong. Hands down, Max wins the prize.

Sunday night/Monday morning it started to snow. It was little snow / big snow, which means little flakes = big amounts. We got BIG amounts. My Max got up at 5:30 ish in the AM to shovel our treacherous driveway so I could leave - if I wanted to. I didn't want to. Then he drove himself an hour and a half to work (on account of all the snow). He worked all day in rotten weather, on a very beautiful hard house. Then, he drove himself home in equally rotten weather with all the other crazies coming home from work, just to start shoveling the driveway for another 2 hours.

It snowed ALL the dang day. He didn't complain, he didn't think I should shovel, on account of I have been feverish for about 2 weeks. He just came home and was happy and only just a little concerned about where he was going to put all that shovelly snow. The sides of our driveway are already 4 feet deep. (that's about as tall as Maddy if you were trying to picture) Then, as if that wasn't enough, he got up at 5:30ish AM and shoveled until nearly seven.

IT'S STILL SNOWING.

Plus, to top it off, he wears this cooky hat all the time. That's why I love Max, today.

NOW for Why I love Maddy....

Her teacher left this note on her desk yesterday morning. She was the only one who got one, Maddy is a pleasure. I love Maddy also because she didn't tell any of her friends about the note, on account of she didn't want to hurt anyone's feelers, I believe. (she might have told Bailey, cuz you must tell you best ever friend everything)

I love Maddy, but today I love her because she is a great little kid.
And her teacher thinks so too.

As for Miss RUBY....

Yesterday Ruby and I were wrapping presents. She is a teller of gifts. She kept asking who each present was for. I kept saying "I'm not telling you, because you'll tell them what it is" She said she wouldn't and I said "what will you say if they ask you what's in their present?"

She thought for a few seconds and then blurted out:

TUNA FISH!

And that's why I love Ruby today, she cracks me UP.

The end

November 30th Thankfulness....

So yesterday, I was thankful for my Big brother, TRENT. Not that I have one picture of him in my thousands of pictures on my computer. It's probably because he is always bugging. And probably pulling faces or being pesty. WHY am I thankful for him, you say?

I am thankful for Trent because it was his big bad birthday yesterday, and I didn't call or blog or nothin'. Sorry brother. I thought about it. I am glad he's my brother. He's the best guy. He'll do anything for you, and do it at any hour of the day or night.

Long ago when my Dad was *away* Trent got home from his LDS mission, found a job and started paying for all sorts of stuff so we could live. Like whole entire house payments and business like that. I don't think he even thought about it, he just did it. That's the kind of fella he is. he's a pleasure.

He married the most fabulous woman imaginable, and he loves her the biggest and the most and sometimes, right to pieces. I might even love him more because he married Michelle. (I'm just saying') I love her a whole heap. He told me once that he didn't like it when they have a baby because it scares him, he doesn't want anything to happen to his 'sweetie' . He loves, loves, loves his children all the very same, not like my Mom, who loves me the best (snicker snicker) and takes time with each one of them. (He has seven of those little people around)

Trent has always looked out for me, especially when Taylor was being rotten. I think there might be a hole in the boy's bathroom door because of one such rottenness. And although, he use to to pull me off the couch, and down the stairs by my toes (I should blame him for my bum toe) and calls me "Haggus" I still love him.

Once, while we were in the bathroom brushing our teeth, and looked at me and said "yup, I'd marry you". It sounds creepy as I type it, but it wasn't, it was sweet and sincere cuz he thought 'I wasn't so bad', it's totally one of my favorite memories.

Happy birthday to you, big brother. I love your guts.


The END