Guess what we're reading in book group this month?!?!

I know that I have seen this movie, the old black and white one, but I don't remember much about it.
NOW I get to read it for real!!!!!!
I think when I am done reading I am going to watch the new version of it,
but which one?


The Colin Firth BBC mini series?





The Keira Knightley movie?

Any suggestions???




Does anyone want to come watch it with me when I do??
I have popcorn.

WE ARE ON OUR WAY TO SCHLICKROCK .....WAHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

SMART A@#'s

After an eventful evening of FHE and a little Baskin and Robins goodness we brought our brood home and tried to reclaim some kind of order.


HA!
I should have known


I finally got the baby out of her diaper but the excitement that was going on around us was making it next to impossible to get her back into another diaper.
Out of desperation I ordered my two oldest kids to


"FIND YOUR CHI!"






and this is what the smart a**'s did

The kids are going to be out of school in 30 min and my house still isn't clean The laundry is piling up like it's trying to escape out the window.

Damn the computer, Damn the blogs

Why, WHY do you have to sit there looking all seductively?!?

Why do you look as if you're saying to me "COME, Come see what everyone else in the world is doing. Leave your life behind and join me and I will make sweet, passionate words to you"


WHHHYYYYYYYYYY?

CHEERIOS OR TOASTY O'S

As I was pouring myself a nice and fruitalicious bowl of Tootie Fruites™ after church this afternoon I was suddenly transported back in time to when I was but a young , impressionable, sweet thang. This bowl of heavenly delight had me thinking about what I expected in my cereal when I was a child.
I remember the shame and embarrassment I would feel for my friends if I saw that they had......bagged cereal.
We never had .....bagged cereal when I was growing up. Bagged cereal didn't have prizes inside. Bagged cereal didn't have fun things to look at on the outside of the packaging. Bagged cereal was..... bagged. If I was expected to eat the cereal it had to hold up to my strict standards:
#1 It had to come in a box, not a..... bag.
#2 It had to have commercials that I could see on the TV.
#3 It had to have a cute and lovable character associated with it.
Nutrition be damned.
I know of one family that had quite a large brood of chillin's and they would try to fool the kids into thinking that their .....bagged cereal was in fact boxed cereal by filling up the empty boxes with the ......bagged cereal. Had they gone MAD?? When I found out that bit o' info I was horrified that this kind of insanity was going on in the world.

Times have changed.

Now that I am the one holding the purse strings AND the one that has to keep the family in a nutritious upswing I have found that my strict standards have changed:
#1 It has to be nutritious (well, mostly).
#2 It has to be economical.
#3 It can come in a bag.

I can't help but wonder if my kids self-esteem is affected by our purchase of ....bagged cereal. Do they feel shame and embarrassment when they see that their friends know they have ......bagged cereal? Am I denying them the pleasure of digging into a brand new box of cereal to find the prize? Are they going to be emotionally stunted because they don't have fun cereal facts to read on the box while they eat said cereal? Is their sense of competition going to be under developed because they don't have to fight tooth and nail to get just one handful of Cap'n Crunch?

I asked my 9 yr old son how he felt about.....bagged cereal. He said that he liked the .....bagged cereal good enough but that he liked boxed cereal because it's easier to keep it organized. WHA....?!?!?!?!
I then asked my 6 yr old daughter whether she preferred ......bagged cereal or boxed cereal. She liked the boxed because of the little boxes and she thinks that they don't cost as much.
My hubby also said that he preferred the boxed cereal but that he didn't feel any bad feeling towards the.....bagged cereal.
"Hey baby, I'm just a cereal slut. You know that." he stated.
This made me wonder why I had such a prejudice against .....bagged cereal.

When you know that you have something for sure you say "It's in the bag"
We have tea bags (well not personally), duffel bags, at the movies I buy a bag of popcorn, I love when I have shopping bags full. Who doesn't enjoy a grab bag?
So why did I feel so strongly against .....bagged cereal?

But when people park so close you can't get out you say you are boxed in. Some car's are described as being "BOXY", and not in the good way. When people beat the snot out of each other and get paid for it, it's called boxing.

I can't help but wonder...did the shape of my cereal container also shape my self-esteem? Who know's?

Do you have a preference? Please, let me know!

MY TRAINER LAUGHED AT ME TODAY

LAUGHED at me, not with me, AT me today. Normally this would not be something that would happen, she is very kind even if I look like an idiot trying to mimic what move she is attempting to teach me.

Today , I got a laugh AT me.

I don't blame her because I laughed too, right after I was shocked at what I had done. I was in the middle of a hamstring pull where my heels are on the edge of a platform and my toes are on the ground so as to make it look like I am in stilettos. I then take a weight bar with light weights on it, with slightly bended knees I bend forward as far as I can holding onto the weight bar towords my toes to create a nice hamstring pull.
When I bent down I noticed something wierd but I couldn't place it. I bent down again and then it all came to me what had gone horribly wrong. As I was coming back up I was making that shocked, breathing in noise and my trainer was worried that I had been hurt.
"WHAT'S WRONG?" she worried
"OH, MY GOSH" I exclaimed with shame and disbelief coursing through my veins
"LOOK AT MY SHOES" I ordered

We laughed our way through the rest of the session.

THE GOLDEN CARBONATED BEVERAGE

I was turned on to this little golden nugget of liquid love by Cjane's sister NieNie. We were all standing in line waiting to pay for our plate's of masterful cuisine when NieNie spotted this winking at her from the beverage cooler. She had suggested that I take one home to try. "It tastes like bubble gum" she claimed. How could I pass up on that kind of endorsement. I am very aware of our destiny in life and I just couldn't leave this golden treasure behind. It needed to fulfill it's destiny and I needed to be the one to help it. Cjane expressed her concern with me "You know that it's just sugar and caffeine, don't you?" Oh how I was excited to learn that not only will this carbonated beverage taste of bubble gum but it had caffeine to boot.
I have to say that I am trying really hard to become a healthier human but there comes a day in everyone's life where, if they're honest with themselves, they need something along the line of a caffeine boost to complete their day. A pick-me-up, if you will (and I know you have, don't lie to me). After all it had water in it and we all need water to live, so I was giving myself what my body needs to survive. It WAS healthy, I just knew it had to be. I have tried many a caffeinated product and have grown to love them, but I do have a roving eye and am always on the lookout for a new love to add. I knew that when I did infact try this "KOLA" that it had to be a very special day. Well my friends, today is THAT special day.


I have a lot to do today and I don't have the sufficient amount of energy to do it with. After all it was JUST the spring forward day and although my clock has sprung forward, my body has not. Don't get me wrong, J'ADORE spring forward day. I love that when I get up the sun is already there to greet me like a loyal friend with a special little treat of sunshine just for me. I love that my body clock adjusts and I can rely on it's alarm to wake me from my night's slumber. I love that the flowers take the winter's storm to make a nourishing cocktail to charge forward out of the packed soil and give us new life again and again.
What I don't love about spring forward day is that it takes a few PFLOWER days to catch up to the level of energy it takes to adjust to my new schedule. I do think that part of that is the fact that when I do wakey it still feels like winter. When I am cold I am s-l-o-w. And as a mother of 3 darling offspring I can't afford to be s-l-o-w.

I picked up the glistening, golden can from my refrigerator, felt it's heaviness and knew I was in for a grand, caffeinated treat. I popped open the lid and heard that tall-tale sizzle that happens when new oxygen is breathed into it's fine carbonated fizz. I took my first sip, and then my second and sure enough Nie Nie was right. It did taste like bubble gum. It also tasted like cream soda. This can of golden goodness was the love child of these two enjoyable flavors. Somewhere out there is the creator of this INCA KOLA and you know what he/she is doing at this very moment? I would bet that they are lying on a white, sandy beach somewhere very tropical, sipping a wholesome pina coloada ( sorry , I don't know how to make an accent mark over the n) reminiscing on how he/she brought these two crazy kids together to make this fantastic beverage for the world to enjoy.

I have to report that I am still waiting for the caffeine kick to surface but I will patiently wait while I reflect back on my exquisite experience with this GOLDEN KOLA. If I had to write a review I'd say
"Beautifully crafted and impeccably blended to create this bouquet of flavors that dance a nice rumba on the tongue and titillate the senses"

Thanks for the heads up on this yumminess, Nie Nie!

Fun With Photo Booth

With a drop of imagination and a dollop of Photo Booth
the world becomes your oyster.
Here are just a few examples of the fun pic's that
one can do on PHOTO BOOTH>

TWO, FOUR, SIX, OH, OOOOOOOOOOONE!

I have to say that I have a huge Les Miz obsession.
To know me is to know that about me.
I know every word
I know every breath
I could perform this as a one woman show

That's all I have to say.

I HAVE A TWO YEAR OLD

"I HAVE A TWO YEAR OLD".......that's all you have to say
to achieve full sympathy from anyone.
Even if you don't have kids. You know.
I have to say that I firmly believe that our little babies come to us as gifts.
Gifts from our Heavenly Father.
I also firmly believe that at exactly midnight on the day that
these little darlings turn two, THE DEVIL takes over.

I believe that he (of course the devil IS a man) whispers into their ear
saying things along the line of
"See that printer over there, push the green button a bunch of times.
the big machine will give you lots of fun papers your mommy will love."



This is my daughter C. She has a garbage fetish.
She has thrown away bottles, cups, sippy cups,
My Cell Phone, shoes, toys, camera's, candy,
scissors, keys and just about anything
that she can get her mitts on.


Is there anything more lovely or of virtuous report than a TWO YEAR OLD?

OK, here's my "Self Portrait".
I used my Photo Booth to do it.
You can scroll down to my last blog
and see a different pic too.
Thanks Cjane
This was fun

HAPPY BELATED BIRTHDAY EVERYONE!!

(On March 2)
Dr. Suess
You certainly are my Cat in the Hat



Eddie Money
Can I have both tickets to paradise?





Lou Reed
Thanks for the
WALK ON THE WILD SIDE





























Chris, Daniel
You shouldn't have. But I'm glad you did.






















Jon,
Where's my bed of roses??



























Thanks for everything boys.
Same time, next year?
Pflower

IT'S GONE

It left. I don't have it anymore.
I don't know when or if it will come back.
It left sometime last week.
Life is not the same without it.
Why did this have to happen?
Why did my sense of taste and smell go away?

I am just getting over a pretty harsh sinus thingy and I STILL
can't taste a darn thing.
I can't smell. I can't taste.

UGH!
If anyone finds them can you send them home to me,
Thanks.

Thanks Matt, Bless your heart

My hubby owns his own business. He is self employed. He is DA MAN!!
His business has taken him from northern Utah to southern Utah to Jackson Hole to other parts of WY , even to Hawaii.
And because of this fact he has employee's. He has had up to 50+ employee's at one time. Well, this is where my story begins......(yes, I've said that before)........

My hubby had an employee named Matt. Matt was quite a character. He was marginally good looking and had nice teeth. Matt could even be really fun to talk to. Matt and my hubby became friendly. They shared storied, they shared advice, they shared jokes, they shared alot. Matt had an interesting view on life. He dated alot but never seemed to find a girl to settle down with. When I asked my hubby about this he said that...

"Matt says dating is like fishing. You got to catch and release, catch and release. He said he's just trying to find a keeper".

Apparently he had told my hubby that he (meaning my hubby ) was lucky to have found me because, after all, I was a keeper. Did I mention he was a bit of a brown noser too? I tell you this just to let you get a feel about who this Matt is.

Matt has a theory. He says that it doesn't matter what you say about another person as long as you end it with "Bless his/her heart". You can say the meanest, rudest, most condesending thing and it is all ok as long as you cap it off with those three little words. For example:

Chick #1 "OH MY GOSH, Like Do you totally see that girl, like over there by the vending machine?"

Chick #2 "Like,you mean the one with the like, super cute srunchy in her hair?"

Chick #1 "OH...MY...GOSH... That is totally her. She has got like, the worst body odor ever. Like, it doesn't even look like she has like, brushed her teeth or like, taken a shower all week. Like, Bless her heart"

or

Dude #1 "Dude, did you catch Mike's talk in church today?"

Dude #2 "No man, how'd it go?"

Dude #1 "OHHH DUUUDE, it sucked! He kept saying UM and stuff. His joke wasn't even cool, dude. I heard some Betty say that he was sportin' a bat in his cave.Dude, Bless his heart"

You can see the hours of fun my hubby and I have had with this concept. The possibilities are endless. This seems like such a gift of goodness that can't be passed up. I have to say that is has come in handy from time to time.

The really sad thing about Matt is that he ended up in a not so good place in his life. He's one of those people that you just have to sit back and say "Geeze, he had so much potential. He's really lost his way. He's not even marginally cute anymore. Bless his heart"

THE WORLD’S BEST RAT’S NEST

My sweet daughter B has the best hair.
It is long (down to her waist), blond
And very curly.
But when we are sick and in bed for the
Weekend,
It shows!





My sweet (and I use that term loosely) daughter C is not far behind.
It is getting long (down to her bra line), blond
And very curly.
But when we sleep on it overnight,
It shows too!

YOU WANT TO DO WHAT??????


You know when you are about to go through a medical experience that you've heard horror stories about and you're kind of nervous so you just do what the doctor or technician asks of you, and you do it without question. After all they were the professional, full of knowlege and understanding. They had been trained not only in their "CRAFT" but they had to be trained in having a stellar bedside manner. These men and women actually get trained in medical school or even technical vocation school about this very important part of the medical experience. Well this is where my story begins........

One mild autum day last November I was waiting patiently in the holding area for my turn at the "BIG SQUEEZE". My midwife had suggested that I get one because of some pains that I had been having and thought that it would be a good idea to have a look-see and at the same time obtain my baseline mammogram for future reference. I had heard stories about the flatness of the breast that is attained in such a procedure and I looked at my girls and shuddered at the thought of it. I felt like I did when I was in the hospital after giving birth to my firstborn. We were in my room having some quiet time and the nurse walked in to my room and said "The doctor is here to perform the circumcision. We'll take the baby and bring him right back" I looked at my sleeping baby as they were wheeling him out of the room. He looked so comfortable, so happy without a care in the world. I started to cry knowing that he was going to have some pain in just a little bit and I wasn't going to be there to comfort him. As I sat there and looked down on my chest I felt that same sense of loss of control for what they were going to go through. They just sat there looking so comfortable, so happy without a care in the world...except for maybe the bra that was itchy.

I was called to to "THE ROOM" and asked to take off all of my clothes from the waist up and to put on the gown. When the technician came in I promised myself that I would not be a sissy and I would do what they asked and not complain. After my personal "TAFFY PULL" and some small talk I was given a BREAST CANCER AWARENESS candle and some other tidbits then sent on my way. I thought that I was pretty lucky to have such a nice technician that took such care with my precious cargo. A few months later i was doing something mundane when POP I had the image of some of the "technical adjusting" that went on during my MAM....What I want to know is ..... at what point does "technical adjusting" stop and "second base" begin?????

I was out shopping with a friend when she said that she was going in for this wonderful procedure herself in a few days and I had to ask her to tell me how much cupping went on...did she feel like she should have been taken out to dinner first?
When she reported back to me the amount of "cupping and adjusting " that went on during her time on the slab I had to wonder if I had a touchy feely technician. Did my technician skip out on Bedside Manner 101??

I still don't have the answer to my question but would like to know if anyone else had a similar experience.........

WE HAVE LIFT-OFF!!!!!!

I am still trying out my new toy!! It's like Christmas all over again. I have a question or all of you Mac users........

DO YOU HAVE ANY SHORTCUTS FOR ME????

Just wanting to know about fonts, italics, colors, anything else I can't think of .

Compulsive has given me some great idea's and knowlege.

We Safari users don't get to use a TOOLBAR like the rest of you.

We get to use codes. CODES.

I am NO maven of technology let me tell you.

So any help with help,

Thank you.

ps. My spell check doesn't even work