I Am...

This is a Tag from Amy. So here you go...

*I am....neglecting all the laundry I should be doing.
*I think....I am addicted to Dr. Pepper.
*I know....I am happy.
*I want....my sweet hubby to be sitting right next to me.
*I have....2 super sweet kids.
*I miss....going to school.
*I fear....losing someone I love.
*I feel....ready for my kids to go to bed.
*I hear....Kipper the Dog playing on the DVD player.
*I smell....nothing; my poor nose is all stuffed up.
*I crave....a yummy fruit salad with strawberries, grapes, and peaches.
*I cry....too much!! Especially when I get angry.
*I search...for matching socks in my drawer.
*I wonder....how my kids will turn out.
*I regret....not choosing a math based major in college.
*I wish....Than and I could go away for our anniversary.
*I love....the sound of a baby laughing--especially my baby Aaron.
*I care....about my family.
*I always....wear the same pair of earrings.
*I worry....about EVERYTHING.
*I am not....as outgoing as I want to be.
*I remember....when gas cost $1.00/gallon.
*I believe....in miracles.
*I sing...off key; I think I'm horrible.
*I don't always....act rationally.
*I argue....with my sister about politics.
*I write....the the notes and agenda for our RS presidency meeting.
*I lose....when I get angry and yell at Sara.
*I listen....to the radio in the car and my 4 year old knows the words to songs she shouldn't know.
*I don't understand...why people do such mean nasty things.
*I can usually be found....with my kids.
*I need....to have more patience.
*I forget....too much of the stuff I learned in school.
*I am happy....that Sara loves her brother and is so kind to him.

And now I tag no one!!

He's gone mental on account of the Skittles

Yes, I am addicted to changing my background. I admit it. I just can't stop. We'll see how long this one lasts.



Yesterday we went over to Grandma and Grandpa's to watch the BYU game. Which was awsome, by the way. So some people ate some Skittles and then left their half-eaten bags laying around. I'm not naming any names. And it's not really their fault that no one was watching my boy when he found one of these aforementioned bags. All of a sudden we realized that Aaron had a mouthful of something. As I approached him, I noticed an obsene amount of stickiness and discovered that he was covered in sugary-slobber. We took him to the closest bathroom and got him all cleaned up, but not before he flashed a big cheesy grin for the camera.

A few minutes later I put him back down on the floor to play around. He started crawling really fast to nowhere then changing direction on a dime. We were laughing so hard. The following video is evidence of Aaron's sugar high, and subsequent crash.

Good-Bye for 4 Months

Oh, my hubby. How I love you so much. I will miss you dearly as you are away from us for so long. I will welcome you back with open arms when you return in January. Good-Bye!!

College football season officially began on Saturday, thus changing our lives completely for the next 4 months. No, Than is not leaving us to travel the country with the BYU Football team. He will be at home, in body, but in mind and spirit he will be consumed with the ol' Cougars. The funny thing is that I don't mind. Too much. It's mushy, but I love him so much so if watching game after game after game makes him happy, I'm happy.

The home I grew up in was void of sports. I was the geeky girl in PE who was deathly afraid of the ball. And I still am. I wouldn't get near a volleyball game even to save my life. But I have a sweet, patient man who explains all the rules to me over and over again so now I know some stuff. I know what a safety is, and a quarterback sneak, and a blitz. I know the penalties for holding and pass interference. I know that BYU is ranked number 15 on the AP College Football Poll. So I actually enjoy sitting down and watching the game with him. One game, mind you, not 2 or 3 or more in a day. It's fun to me that he can come home and talk to me about some player or how excited he is for next Saturday and we actually have a conversation. I have even found myself listing to Sports Talk Radio in the car on occasion. Oh, what have I become?!!!

But then there is Fantasy Football . . . that's a different story.