Tuesday, April 28, 2009

You Can't Handle the Truth!

I'm sitting on the couch, leaning over my laptop on the coffee table...Maynard comes up behind me and grabs my love handles and asks me..."Why are dees so bid?"


Sunday, April 26, 2009


We went to Montana for a few days this last week. We got back last night. After the boys went to bed, Randy and I snuggled on the couch and then went to bed.

This morning, Willard comes up to Randy and says, "Guess what happened on the way home daddy?"

Randy: "What happened?"

Williard: "I spewed in the car. I think its because I ate too much"

Since when is it called "spewing"?

Thankfully, I had purchased a dish pan tub so they could keep their toys/water bottles/sunglasses in, and he used that.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009


This past weekend at the Kid's Fair, we got to see an informational teaching on snakes. Our boys were enthralled, hanging on every word the instructor (who also happens to be a friend of ours) said. They learned about snakes (More specifically: The Garter Snake and the Rattlesnake) that live in South Dakota, and how you can tell the difference.

Tuesday Morning, I overheard Willard and Maynard chatting (This is my new hobby!):

Willard: Do you know how to tell the difference between a rattlesnake and a gard'ner snake?

Maynard: Uh Huh!
(Even though Maynard says he knows, Willard continues:)

Willard: Well, see, a rattlesnake has a long tail and a short neck, and a gard'ner snake has a long neck and a short tail.

He keeps going:

Do you know why he is called a gard'ner snake?

Maynard: Ummmm.

Willard: A gard'ner snake is called that because it likes to live in the garden.

Friday, April 17, 2009

5k-illing me!

Remember when you were little...when someone pushed you on the swing until you went so far up into the sky felt as though you were soaring? Then, on the way back down, it felt like your stomach was going to shoot out through your face?

I still need a push sometimes. A thrill, a goal, a reward. So...here I sit, with sore calves, thighs, and cheeks, and it might just be the death of me.

Not really.

I have never been a "runner". I was good at running across the road to my cousin's house, or even down the road a bit to my Grandparent's house. In grade school,(before my thighs started touching), I probably was a fast little squirt, but honestly, I don't remember much from that time. Maybe its because I ran right into one of my cousins, at full speed...I may have knocked a screw loose.

Come to think of it...I never really *had* to run. I only had to run a few feet for the vault in Gymnastics. I was even in Track and Field my junior year at VHS. But I did the "Field" part. One of my only memories of those few weeks was when I pulled both my quad muscles trying to sprint/race one of my coaches to the concession stand.

I just don't run.

So why did I start training for a 5k? I have no idea. It sounded like a good idea at the time. But, its seems I am the most hideous runner out there. I stomp, breathe really heavy, and the "girls" bounce everywhere. (Is there some sort of tape or something that can hold them two down? My sport bras don't seem to work all that well.)

I even catch myself *attempting* to sing along to the odd array of songs I have on my MP3 player. One of the trainers at the gym was actually surprised I had music from 2009 (Michael Buble', Maroon 5, etc). He thinks I am stuck in the past. But really, I just don't get out much. And I like music from the 60's 70's and 80's!

The poor people at my gym probably cringe when they see me. They had every intention on freeing their mind, reducing stress, and getting in shape. But instead they are stuck next to me...a sweaty, stomping, panting, middle aged lady. One who can't keep her boobs from attacking each other and sings odd 80's songs (like, Putting on the Ritz, by Taco) while spilling water on herself.

They will have their revenge though...once I am out on the open run, they will pass me and say, eat my dust or something like that. I just hope they don't fart. 'Cause I would laugh so hard, I'd start to cackle, and you can't cackle to Cruel Summer...that would be just wrong.

Wednesday, April 8, 2009

Fun in the Snow!

Over the last few weeks, we have had 3 snow storms. We are under a Winter Weather Advisory" as well, until tomorrow night. Love this weather! (I hope you can sense my sarcasm!)

This past weekend, we all went outside and decided to make a luge course in our little back yard. We had a blast! Below are some videos of us taking advantage of the white stuff!!!





We wish the course would have lasted a little longer. We would have played forever, except we were hungry! The snow has melted most of the bottom part, but it was the most fun I have had in the snow in over a decade! (Yes, I am that old!)

Monday, April 6, 2009


Since we have had these 3 snow storms these last few weeks, I have felt just bleh. I want to stick my head in the snow and wait for the plow to accidentally jump the curb and plow through my living room so there will at least be a path!

I was joking with a friend this morning about my house and that if someone tried to loot it, they probably couldn't find anything anyway!

Right now, if someone walked into my home, they would think that it had just been robbed.

I just threw out 2 broken glasses that were in the dust pan.
I just ran 2 loads of dishes, and the counters are still filled with crap.
I need to tackle my dirty clothes piles, but they might just tackle me.
I am surrounded by calculator printouts and tax forms.
I am trying to get my computer cleaned out so it doesn't take forever!
My bedroom looks like I have been hoarding paper for years.
The last time I used my sewing machine, I was mending. (Still fun though!)

I feel like a lousy everything...Wife, Mother, Friend, Daughter, Sister, Cousin, Aunt, etc, etc, etc..

But, I have lost 17 lbs!

I guess there is some good news!