outta sorts!!!

my house it out of control
i know the pictures don't do the mess justice.
i'm sure you're thinking,
"mine's worse than that."
or you're thinking,
"clutter, i hate clutter.
i'm done with emilisq!"

there's no room in our fridge for the food.

it's outta sorts too!!!

laundry is still out from monday.

MONDAY PEOPLE!

and my ledge?

i know, what ledge?!

let's not discuss the bathroom.

what happens when my house it "otta sorts!!??"

i leave my car door open for 2 1/2 hours in the middle of the street.

don't worry,
it was locked.
now what to do about my house...
i could pretend that i will leave it this way for the rest of the day, weekend, blah, blah, blah.
i can't leave it this way!!!
i just can't.
i'll go insane.
i can do a mess,
don't get me wrong.
i can't do 4 days of mess.
i am happier when things are organized.
i feel better when things are neat and tidy.
really, can you say you don't?
enough is enough!
"mr. clean gets rid of dirt and grime and grease in just a minute,
mr. clean stays stronger longer 'cause there's ultra power in it,
mr. cleeeeeeeeeeeeean, eeeeeeeeeeeeean, eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeean."
that's me.
for
THE
REST
OF
THE
DAY.
goodbye.

on NOT being flds polygamists

it was hot.

real hot.

excuse my improper use of adverbs.

just know it was on purpose. sorry dad;-)

the schwan's man came by (aka shawn ray)

we had to buy some pops

the pork loin was in true form.

he ate the entire thing.

the pediatrician assures me

i am not to worry about his "pork loin-ness"

so the sprinklers came on

and we

got

wet

and it was all down hill from there. or uphill.

whichever your perspective is.

my phone has become my camera.

thank goodness it's snazzy.

kind of like the park in our backyard.

no really, it's a park.

at least that's what people call it.

well, it used to be called the compound, but then people started thinking we were flds polygamists.

so now we call it a park.

and no, we're not flds polygamists.

we're just crazy people that live by our family.

lots of people in our family.

cousins, mothers, grandmothers.

this isn't making a good case for my title is it?

i'll explain later...

tips for perfect buns

tabletop grill,
i love you.

you're quick, you're easy, breezy.

and you made me feel like summer and baseball last night.

and coscto too.

salmon tonight Grill, salmon tonight.

tips for perfect buns?

no, not buns of steel, we're talking buns for burgers and dogs people.

come on;-)

1. mayo spread on the insides of the bun

2. place on grill until lightly browned

3. vwallah!

4. once you start, you won't be able to stop!!!!

me & my dang water bottles...& a "spring fever," literally

yes, that's a long & bleeding scratch.
earned on our way back into the car after a sick visit to the doc.
the pork loin has a fever.
and inflamed glands.
no strep, just inflamed glands.
the culprit of the scratching?
i give you...........

me & my dang water bottles.
mother of the year.

"i felt like running."

"i love running...but i remember when i didn't...running was about doing things i didn't think i could do."

-me

oh dear, did i just quote myself????

my apologies.

are you sick of me talking about running yet?
then you must not have taken the challenge.
look. my friend bree.
she's not sick of hearing about it anymore.
wait, did i just use comparing one person to another to motivate you?
i'm sorry, i know that doesn't work.
what i meant to say is i've seen some of your posts on running.
that you're trying it.
loving it.
growing from it.
check out bree's post today. click here.
and put on your runnin' shoes!
i wasn't even the one who motivated bree to run.
i was just one of her crazy friends that liked running.
"em, i don't run."
i know, but you should, you'll love it!
tonight's a great night.
the weather's warm.
leave the kiddos with your hub,
the school books on your desk,
the "things to do" on the list.
and then tell me about it.
or blog it.
whichever.
i promise you'll feel super!
and prettier too;-)
and if you've never read any of my running posts,
click on the link below.

oh, and if you're really up for a challenge you can join bree and i july 24th for the deseret news 10k!!!! (bree, are you registered yet??? or am i gonna end up doing this alone;-)

yes, i'm serious, we'll meet you there.

and run together:-)

click here to register.

and then tell me so we can cheer each other on getting ready for the race;-)
...
are you reading with us yet?
click here to get started!
based on a true story???

spring & summer are cheaper than winter.

spring & summer are cheaper

than winter.

we don't have to go

to the store to get out.

we

love

getting

out.

but this does mean we don't have dinner plans.

or anything to make for that matter.

time to start the grilling season!

"here comes the sun,

little darling."

Forgot to mention...
The lady at hertz drove us to the terminal instead of making us take the shuttle. "your gushy baby got you a first class ride supermom"

snooty mother of 2 behind us

blurry pictures rock

plane
13 mo. old
me
snooty mother of 2 in the row behind us
"did you pay for a seat for him?"
no
"you shouldn't be aloud to bring a car seat on then."
well, they said for safety i should if there are open seats.
"that doesn't seem fair."
par, par, bogie, bogie, par, par
plane takes off
13 mo. old does not fall asleep
none of toys keep 13 mo. old entertained
barney dvd does not keep 13 mo. old entertained
3 tantrums, crying fits
row of silent readers in front of us
tense
13 mo. old arching back, wailing, red face
13 mo. old "ehems"
tiny airplane bathroom changing table not made for the pork loin
land
snooty mother of 2 continues snide remarks in route to baggage claim
pull over to let them pass, plus car seat needed to be readjusted on stroller
finally get bags
meet s.d.gib
home
s.d.gib unpacks our bags, brings me a tall bottle of whiskey, errrr water;-)
no really, it was water
ice cold
hours of chatting and cuddling
sleep
...
tales of a
forgotten post:
the end.

pt cruisers and such

i just picked up my rental car.

it's a mini van.

well, more like a pt cruiser.

whichever.

it's the mazda version.

i love the features inside.

cruise control.

volume on steering controls.

buttons to turn fans and such on and off.

easy, breezy, i like stuff like that.

the sliding van doors are a nice addition.

maybe vans aren't so bad.

...

today's thinkingzzzzz...

is texting at a red light considered illegal?

or negligent?

is talking on your phone while driving in california with a utah driver's license legal?

i think it should be.

sometimes i forget to talk to talk when i'm with other mothers and our kids are playing.

sitting in silence is not so bad.

there's an unspoken conversation.

i think talking might even be over-rated...wait, did i just say that???

i think you could buy a house in any neighborhood of your choice in america.

definitely anywhere in california. 

AND have a variety of options.

navy seals are a different breed.

24 in real life.

frozen yogurt cures all of life's woes.

and old friends.

not "old" friends, you know, old friends.

the end.

"peanut butter, in the biggest..."

"i'd like peanut butter in the biggest size you've got, please."

jon n bons.

a

slice

of

heaven

on

earth

i don't think the worker girl in the tank top liked me as much after i took this shot.

i was hoping i could sneak it in, but the flash threw me under the bus.

i was really hoping for a gallon, 

apparently the biggest size was a quart.

weak, i know.

...

thoughts i've been stewing...

people are much more tolerant of babies than toddlers.

i now have a toddler.

it's easier to go to bed early when you don't watch tv all night.

i can now blog from my phone.

i know, LIFE ALTERING.

s.d.gib wasn't as excited as i thought he would be about that...

dryer sheets are deeeeeee-vine.

crickets are relaxing.

and humming refrigerators.

whichever.

the end.