Friday Confessional

Hello! It's Friday and it's that time again. Let's just get right to it, yeah?

• I SUCK at blogging.
• I really do.
• I really enjoy doing it.
• And the outlet it gives me
• You know, being able to just put it out there and get it out of my system.
• but in my list of priorities, I feel really guilty sitting down to write a post when my living room looks like the aftermath of a natural disaster.
• But guess what, friends!
• MY HOUSE IS CLEAN!
• I know, right?
• It took me way longer than I would have hoped, but I think I've finally got a handle on things again.
• Well, aside from the bathroom.
• Can I just say how much I despise cleaning that stupid, tiny bathroom?
• Utter hatred I tell you.
• Not sure why
• Have never really had feelings towards cleaning a bathroom before.
• This one's got my number.
• And I hate it.
• I just can't get the umph to get in there and do it.
• And it taunts me
• every time I go in there
• seeing the crayon on the tile
• and the clutter around the sink
• My inner anal retentive clean freak really wants to clean it
  
• but the rest of me screams "I DON'T WANT TO!"
• And the squeaky wheel gets the grease, you know.
• Plus I can usually find something else to distract the inner clean freak
• you know, like sorting something
• or sweeping
  
• or putting all the clothes IZ has grown out of into a tote.
• and then putting said tote in EB's room.
• That's right, folks.
• The 15 month old is going to start wearing the clothes the 4 year old can still technically fit into, but mommy's anal retentive freak has taken all of the size out of IZ presence, just so it will be a pseudo-transition.
• I'm pretty sure I'm going to hear, "Hey that's my shirt!" about fifty times.
  
• Heaven help us.
• And EeBs is getting smart too.
• He's learned how to throw his weight around and get practically whatever he wants.
• I'm afraid of the future.
• Oh and I stole a sticker from Smiths yesterday.
• IZ really wanted a sticker
• The bag boy was busy
• So I swiped one from an unmanned register.
• AND THEN I got the talking to of my life!
• "Mommy! You little sneaker bug! You stole that!
• We don't steal! That's bad! You're supposed to ask before you take one!
• You need to go tell him you took that! Stealing is not nice, mommy!"
• Etc etc etc.
• It went on for about 10 minutes.
• Not kidding
• And I was trying to justify my way out of it
• But seriously, try and rationalize with a 4 year old sometime.
• Exactly.
• So I guess I need to go to Smiths and confess my sins to them,
• But hey, it gets me out of cleaning the bathroom though...

Okay your turn! Go over here and read and play! Seriously, it will be so fun!!

Friday Confessional: Bored or Something LIke It

Hello! Thought you got rid of me, didn't you! Well it's not that easy! Ha ha!
No really, I have been playing MAD catch up this week.
And I am ALMOST up to speed...
ALMOST...
So here's to Friday.

• It is perfectly silent in my house right now.
• Except for the fan and a faint lullaby playing in the distance.
• For a second there I thought I'd gone deaf
• or had a stroke,
• But no, nap times coincided today and I am a little uneasy
• not sure what to do with myself.
• I kind of just want to sit and enjoy the peace and quiet
• but I still have a list of things to do
• doesn't everybody though?
• I've pretty much come to the conclusion that there will always be crap on my to do list.
• always.
• And I think that is lame.
• So I'm going to start adding stuff to my list
• you know, just to shake things up.
• Things like walking by windows naked, just to see if anyone notices.
• trying new hairstyles that involve a lot of braiding.
• Seeing just how far behind my head I can get my foot.
• Dancing like a monkey just to see if I've still got it.
• Glitter toes, of course.
• And how about reorganizing my pictures and music on my computer into folders, sub folders, alphabetized and labeled with different colors and titles.
• Okay, maybe that's a little much.
• Gotta find that fine line between shaking things up and complete and utter waste of time.
• For you see, it is truly a fine line.
  
• But just FYI,
  
• no one noticed
• I hate my hair, the length, the color, and braiding is stupid
• pretty stinkin far
• and yeah I've still got it.
• FYI

Go play or read or sleep, I don't care!
Have a great weekend, everybody!

House of Horrors

I need help.

Well, my house needs help.

Due to recent comings and goings, my poor, sweet little home has been neglected.

And I can't seem to get a leg up on it.

I've been trying for a week and I feel like I'm going backwards.

Between my kids, my church calling, and my transcription work, one (or all) seem to always take priority.
And my living room remains a pig sty.

My mom suggested I read The Flylady, and The Sidetracked Sisters.
I just feel like if I had the time to read, I wouldn't be in this mess.

Literally.

And I'm not talking perfectly spotless, spend-all-my-time-cleaning-and-no-fun-for-my-children-ever-ever-ever kind of life. Boo.
You and I both know thats just not me!

But I would like to NOT be embarrassed when someone shows up unannounced and be able to invite them in instead of having a conversation out on the doorstep.




And don't even get me started.


Because, yeah, ideally fair is fair and everyone needs to pitch in and do their share.
Ahhhh, yeahhhhhhhh...





But...





Dear hubby is seriously never here.
Never.
Well, I mean he sleeps here and showers here.
But his time is so very precious
I would rather spend it out making memories with our family
than standing over him with a list of duties and commands.



So I ask you, dear friends, how do YOU get it all done?
Do you have a system?
Do you do certain assigned things every day?
And while we're on the subject, what about those spring cleaning-type chores?
Are there things you do every month? 3 months? 6 months?
How do you keep you life together and in balance?
Anybody got it figured out?
Because aside from sprouting a few extra arms and freezing time, I got nothin.

Seriously, where the heck is Mary Poppins when you need her?!?
She'd help me get the job done in no time!


PS: If you want to make yourself feel better about your situation, Google "messy house images"

Erm, yeah I'm alright.

Mamas, Don’t Let Your Babies Grow Up To Be…

We went to the fair.

They sported their boots.

I’m almost positive they come by it naturally.

Friday Confessional: And I Would Walk 500 Miles...

Wow, it's been a while since I've done one of these! A while since I've blogged about anything, really. I do have some good excuses though, so let's just jump right in, shall we?

• So I've spent more time in my car that I'd have liked to last month.
• As in WAY more.
• I went to Salt Lake and stayed a little under a week.
• Then I drove, from SLC, to good ol SV and stayed a little under a week.
• Then I drove home.
• Did laundry.
• Left the next day for Girls Camp.
• Drove up into the mountains and spent three days there.
• Drove back home.
• Unpacked and packed.
• Drove back to SLC the next day.
• Same day, drove to SV.
• Stayed a week.
• Drove back to SLC.
• Drove back to SV.
• Sat a day
• Cried a little.
• Drove home.
• Oh, and did I mention I was alone in my endeavors?
• Alone with the two boys?
• No hubby?
• I will admit, a couple of those times were family events and my mom/brother took pity and rode with me.
• But still.
• That one Saturday I drove over 550 miles.
• In one day.
• With the boys.
• And yeah, I'm glad I didn't have to walk them.
• But still.
  
• So I'm basically am on strike from driving until the end of time...
• Or next week...
• my sweet little friend is getting married you see.
• I warrant that good enough reason to travel again.
• But after that, man I'm swearing off it!
• ...until Labor day...
• Okay so I think I have a disease.
• But hey, it could be worse, right?
• Right????
• Please tell me there's something worse out there!!
• I need a nap.
  

Erm...

Please oh please forgive me. This place is a MESS!!

I am currently under construction, if you will.

I'm playing around with some stuff...

and my blog looks like CRAP!

All will return back and better than ever...(I HOPE!!)

In the meantime, for your enjoyment, picture me dancing like a monkey.

I knew that would TOTALLY make up for the mess, right?

Awesome.

Blahblahblah

Wow, so my life's been flashing before my eyes and I'm not even experiencing a traumatic event!

Baby's first, transcription, baby shower, Ben comes home, Girls camp, baby blessings, 4 year old party...it's seriously zipping right by me.

I promise to catch up...as soon as I can catch my breath...which might take a while...but thanks for stickin by me...

Lazy Dayz

Life's pretty good these days.


We're spending time with my Gramma.
We get to see a lot of family.
We got to meet two of the sweetest babies to ever be born.
We're playing outside.
We're basking in the sun.

My youngest brother comes home from his mission tomorrow!
We're all pretty excited to see Uncle Ben.
Izacc wants to make a sign that says "welcome to Wyoming!"
Even though he's flying into Utah.
Ha. He makes me laugh.
Izacc is such a fan of Avatar the Last Air Bender.
He hasn't seen the movie, but has watched the anime.
He's got some pretty sweet moves.
And an official air bender tattoo.
And check out those air bending eyes!! Ha ha!

Sweet.
The only thing that would make life better would be if Daddy were here with us.
We miss you!!
Wish you were here!


But all the same, family, summer, sidewalk chalk, and babies.
You just can't beat that!
Have a happy day, everybody!
Try not to eat too much sidewalk chalk!


No really, life's good. Promise!!

Friday Confessional: I have found the secret!

It's Friday again and you know what that means!
Garbage day!

AND a new Friday confessional!!
Which is not garbage!
Well,I don't think it is, but you know.
Everyone has their own opinion.
Oh whatever!
I know, you are so excited.
Let's get a crackin', shall we?

• I have recently discovered a way to make time.
• It is a fabulous recipe.
• Take 2 boys
• Add two bowls of cereal
• and two high chairs
• or chairs with straps
• whatever is most handy.
• Then turn on television.
• And CLOSE DOOR.
• Now,before you think I am a horrible mother, understand
• We're talking about my family/dining room here.
• There is a GIANT opening between it and the kitchen.
• So they are not totally enclosed in a room by themselves.
• I can look down upon their sleepy eyed faces as they mow their respective bowls of fruit loops.
• And pass them sippy cups of juice or milk.
• but the moral of the story is
• I CAN TAKE A SHOWER
• UNINTERRUPTED!!!!!
• Holy crap it has been the greatest week of my life.
• Why have I never thought of this before?!
  
• I mean, it only lasts about 15 minutes before one or both of them are up in my face again.
• But if I'm speedy, I can usually get a good shower, sometimes (gasp) bath in.
• 15 minutes is about all I've got.
  
• But for those sweet fifteen minutes I enjoy the privacy and semi-quiet of a real life honest to goodness shower.
• Ahhhhh.
• Sweet relief.
• Whatever, you know I have the door open just in case.
• But still
• it's a shower
• all the same.
• ALONE
• No one wanting to get in with me
• No one playing peek a boo with the curtain
  
• No one playing in the sink and/or toilet
• No one crying because who knows why.
• No one.
• Alone.
  
• I know someday I will miss them
• being all cute and playful
• and wanting to take a shower with me.
• But for now
• once in a while
• it's nice to be able to have a shower
• all by myself.
  
• And it is wonderful.

Now go play!

Friday Confessional: All About the Thompson

Hey ya'll! This here is my 150th post! Awesome no?
Well, maybe not to you but I thought it was cool.
And my baby brother comes home in a little under two weeks.
I am OH so excited!!
Anyway on to today's confessions.
This week has a theme, as set by this sweet little missy.
Oh how I lurve her.
(go read her blog now!!!
Well, after reading what I have to say of course :o)

Anyway, here is way more than you ever wanted to know about me and my beloved...

• Thor and I met at good old CWC in Riverton, Wyoming the fall of 1999. We lived in the same apartment complex and I saw him around. He always wore a leather jacket. He frightened this little country girl who was, quite literally, fresh off the farm. He once said hi to me and I hid in the laundry room until he went away. Before too long, however, his hotness won me over. It took about 6 months, but hey, what can I say? I played hard to get...
• If I had to pick of my favorite physical feature about him I would have to say it's his cute button nose? Thick, wavy locks? Taut, round buttocks? (name the movie) Naw, it's his hands. They are so big and strong and beautiful. Or his eyes...yeah...
• My favorite personality feature about my hubster would be his sense of humor and his work ethic. He's hilarious and cracks jokes with the likes of me, so that's saying something in and of itself. But he works so hard and never half-asses it. Can I say that? He's a tough one, that kid.
• We had our first kiss somewhere between March 3 and March 4 of 2000. Yeah, it was late, and I wasn't watching the clock if you know what I'm sayin'...yeah ya do...oh don't worry. I was still a good girl, it was just really really late...after a dance...he tricked me into it really. He'll say it was all his roommate but I know the truth. Moral of the story is that's the LAST movie party of his I'm ever goin' to!!!
• He totally gets on my last nerve when he whistles at the kids and leaves my beautiful clean kitchen a big ol' pig hole. Boo!!
• I knew he was 'the one' one day when we were walking together and he hauled off and tackled me to the ground and tickled me. I know, sounds ridiculous, but that's when I knew he was for keeps. Although, I knew KNEW knew when I got an answer to a prayer. He was planning on leaving to move to Florida after graduation, we had only been dating two months at that point. I prayed and prayed hard about him, you know, wanting to know if he was, uh, 'the one'. I may or may have not prayed for a sign...you know, something along the lines of 'if he and I are supposed to be he and I please please keep him here.' type of statement...WELL, the very VERY next day after I did or did not utter those words, he told me his plans fell through. THE NEXT DAY...coincidence? I HOPE not!! Otherwise I made a BIG mistake!! :0)
• He was very very different from all the other guys I had dated. He was so sweet to me, he took care of me, he didn't use me and he was real, he didn't mince words, even if it might offend me. He was who he was and wasn't trying to impress me or win me over. Some would call it stubborn...but it' what makes him him and I'm so glad he was...is? Whatever. I love ya baby!

That's it. Well, you know there's a lot more, but that's it for now.
Go play! At least go read! Have a great weekend!