Just another day...

So, like today...yeah, it's my birthday....
29 years old....
That's almost 30....

Let's see what did I do today? The usual: updated my fitness blog, laundry, dishes, swept, planned a seminary lesson, checked the mail, updated my fitness blog again, worked out, shuffled kids, signed papers, paid the Schwan's man for food I didn't need...

OH! And answered emails from friends who love me on my birthday!! Wrote on people's walls on Facebook who told me happy birthday!! Read comments left for me on Myspace by people who sent me love on my birthday!! Went to lunch with the coolest sister ever on my birthday!! Opened the coolest gifts ever from my mom and daughters on my birthday!!
*sigh* Let's see...what else?...

Oh!! And I mooned somebody on my birthday!!





HA! HA! HA! HA! HA!

Attack of the Mommies!!

So, my son comes home from another obviously adventurous sleepover at Nana's house telling me ALL about mommies. I was busy cleaning house and trying to get ready for the day so, I was kinda *ahem* half-listening to him. When I finally tuned him back in this is what I caught:

Garrett: "...and they pull them under the bed and wrap them up from their head to their toes and all you can see are their eyes. And they walk around like this..." At this point, he proceeds to put his arms out in front of him and he takes a few rigid stiff-legged steps while making a groaning sound.

Me: (I have put the pieces of his story together by now [just like you have, I'm sure] and a laugh escaped me so abruptly that I sounded something like a pig snorting and a cat hissing all at the same time). He gave me a funny look. "Honey, do you mean 'mummies'?"

Garrett: "Yeah, mommies. It was ca-ra-zy!"

Mommies, mummies - they're all the same. We all walk around going "Uugghhh..."

Oh! And the source of the mummy story actually came from a commercial he and my mom saw. Anymore, the commercials are getting just as bad as the TV shows themselves (anyone seen the Scion car ads??). But, I will refrain for now and leave that topic for another post at a later time.

Aaarrgh ye ready fer a paaartay!?

Recently, my son celebrated his 5th b-day (gasping for breath as we speak). He wanted pirates and treasure and, oh yeah, lots of presents! You know how I can't turn down an excuse for a party of any kind, so you knew it was going to have to be big! Look and see...



Yes, that is the cake. And before you ask, it, *cough*, uh, WAS, uh, supposed to look that way! Yeah. Don't you know a sunken pirate ship when you see one?! Sheesh.

Isn't it funny when someone blows out candles on a cake everyone else's lips can't help but pucker up, too?

I think he was quite proud of himself for blowing the candles out on the 4th try!

I found this stow-away trying to find the booty on her own. Aargh! Walk the plank she must!


The party wench and her gender-confused shipmate. Yes, I dressed up. Are you kidding!?
Aargh, matey! Hands off me booty, ye land lubber!