I have a new obsession...Pinterest(I'm pretty sure I'm the first person to say this about Pinterest, I have always been an original thinker). But for some reason I can't remember the name Pinterest, so I always call it Pinster. Pinster has a nice ring to it. I saw this------> yummy recipe on Pinster. It made me think of the Care Bear with the rainbow on her tummy. Oh, so sweet. It seemed like a tricky recipe, baking is hard. So I recruited my 2 sweet nieces to help me We had so much fun staining our clothes and my brothers really nice countertop with neon food dye. Don't worry my bro was out of town and I put a cup over the stain. When they move the cup to wash it, I'll be long gone and he will blame his kiddos. Perfect. This is what the websites picture looked like: This is what ours looked like: Doesn't quite look like sunshine in a jar but we definitely had sunshine in our hearts. It just happens to look like we shoved that raindow flavored Care Bear into a blender and...well, sunshine in a jar, yummy
Can you believe it's already my favorite time of year? Have you been to the mountains yet? Have you see this yet? Saturday we drove to Snowbasin to see the Xterra race. Xterra is where a bunch of insane people swim, bike, and run. Why, oh why would they do this to themselves? They didn't get to score a goal or push anyone down. We saw him there That's Lance Armstrong. I wish I would've noticed if he had a yellow bracelet on. He said this about the race "I wish I could say this race was fun, but it wasn't". I wish I could say that I recognized him or heard him say the aforementioned quote, but I was too busy looking at this... and this super cute lovie... The gals who did this race had killer arms and shoulders, maybe I should try something like the Xterra...just kidding, I'll just wander down the trail, not recognizing famous people, and not having killer arms, looking at things like this
In the Oxford Dictionary of English, which I conveniently have on my Kindle, 'competitive' is defined as 'having or displaying a strong desire to be more successful than others.' This term has been used on a few occasions to describe certain people in my family. Let's just say that growing up, my parents learned very fast that board games should not be played in our household. My brother and I would end up yelling(that might be a little bit of an understatement) and my sister crying, helplessly trying to keep the peace. After only 4 or 5 "hungry hungry hippo" boards being thrown against the wall, board games were banned from the house. Being a rational adult, I understand that my intensity can be a little over-whelming at times, so I try to control the crazy as much as possible. I try not to be the person screaming, "In your face!" or "We need to reread the rules." Unfortunately when I try to stifle the crazy, the worst thing that can happen to my personality happens...boredom. Me and boredom don't mix. Playing board games are so boring that I start to do things that are slightly more annoying than tackling someone when their gingerbread man gets to move to the snowflake queen space and my piece lands on the black dot making me lose a turn. I start to get bored. So I start to pretend I don't understand how to play and make people explain the rules over and over again. Then I do the thing that annoys those die hard board gamers the most...I CHEAT! Yes it is true I ruin the game for everyone by cheating. There are a few times when the crazy can't be contained. One of which is when my favorite college football team plays my least favorite college football team. I think there are life lessons to be learned from these games and this year is no different, (even though the game this year was not as exciting as past years) we should learn and grow from experiences in life. For example, the other morning I was so tired as I was cutting some veggies for my lunch that I almost cut my finger off. I thought to myself, "Man that was close, I'll keep cutting these carrots but will be a little more careful." Then I almost did it again and I thought, "Man, I'm really tired and not focused, I shouldn't be holding a sharp object." But unfortunately, I really wanted carrot sticks in my lunch. Well you can guess what happened, Not very fun my friends, no fun at all. Life lessons.
Very important, don't cut carrots when you're really tired and also equally as important, don't try to throw a football if you don't have one in your hands. GO UTES :) Look how happy baby face was to see her team win!
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Time flys when you're having fun...or when you have to go back to work and leave your sweet baby. I get home from work and just want to kiss, hug and cuddle the sweet babyface and nothing else.
Yesterday, I realized just how much I haven't done around the house. Not when I walked into the kitchen and saw the sink of dirty dishes, not when I walked into the bedroom and saw a pile of clean clothes not folded(more like three piles, but at least they were clean)still in the laundry basket and on the floor, but when I went out to the chicken coop to feed and water the cute fluffy birds. I couldn't find Ebo so I opened the hen house and Ebo was sitting on her egg, so I gently nudged her off her nest and oh my, she did not have one or two eggs, she was laying on 17. Yes, some how my chicken had layed 17 eggs and I didn't notice.
The last 2 weeks I was feeling a little like I've been juggling a lot of...well eggs, trying to catch all of them but instead of catching them, I've ended up dropping most of them. Hence my chicken sitting on 17 of those eggs without me knowing.
Between waking up at 6:30, getting me ready, feeding lil' miss, getting her ready, dropping her off at my moms(this includes me crying, hopefully the third week is a charm and it gets easier),driving to Farmington, teaching cute kids, locked in a bathroom pumping, potty training, no lunch break, chasing kids down the hall, changing diapers, locked in an office pumping, organizing art projects, walking kids to the bus, driving to Layton, feeding sweet Nora, driving to South Weber, feeding horses, Driving to Clearfield, and loving my baby girl and hot hubby. How in the world can I check the hen house for eggs, let alone workout to lose those baby pounds, fold laundry, cook dinner, read, blog, ride my horse...ahhhh.
I saw that video and realized my chicken didn't mind warming her 17 eggs a little longer. The clean laundry didn't mind laying on the floor, the dishes were fine chillin' in the sink, but my baby did care that I held her until bed, or laid in the grass that needed to be cut, staring at the trees, or singing everything we did that evening. Plus, I'm blessed to have a wonderful hubby to pick up the slack :)
