Don't you hate it when

You get ready for the day, look at yourself in the mirror and think, "Not bad", but then when you see yourself in the mirror at work or the in the window at the mall and think, "The Apocalypse just happened me".

HGTV vs. Lifetime

This is a very interesting subject for me seeing how I love these channels. Yet no thoughts are coming to my brain. I think I might be over blogging. Maybe it's because we are closing on our house today and HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE HOUSE is the only thing on my mind. I have been pondering over paint colors for weeks now. I am so indecisive.

I was talking with my mom and brother, Kasey, about this next subject recently.

Being Emo must be really expensive. Multiple body piercings, millions of tattoos, at least a box of black hair color every other month(maybe more if you have blond roots), hair product, and you can't forget the eyeliner/guyliner. But on the other hand, they save a lot of money by wearing the same black hoodie and jeans year round, bi monthly showers, and a soda only diet. So maybe it's not so pricey after all.

I went to the dentist today to get a temporary crown. After I get the permanent one on, it's on to braces. I partially blame my mom for me not having straight teeth now. I think she stopped caring about teeth after Meagan. So maybe I should blame Meagan for burning my mom out. So 50% blame goes to Mom, 50% goes to Meagan. Chase, you can get in on this too since you didn't get braces either.

I got a $25 itunes gift card for Christmas. Best present besides the Cocoa Latte machine.
I need to find some new music. Any ideas? I am listening to Aerosmith's "I don't Wanna Miss a Thing". Wow, that takes me back to sixth grade. Ward dance, Dave Cowely asked me to dance to this song. I thought I died and gone to heaven.

Promptings

I feel like I have been trying to feel the Christmas Spirit all month.
I felt like I was running out of time, Christmas was approaching fast. Then last Sunday happened.
I had missed my sacrament meeting so I went to another ward to take the sacrament. I was sitting in the lobby feeling sorry for myself and thinking about my problems. All it took for my load to lighten and heart to soften was a timid, genuine woman who walked straight up to me and said, "For what it's worth, you look really nice today, I love your stockings."
I could have hugged her and cried like a little child.

I truly love that inspired woman.

$%#*@*$**@#$&*#*$@!

Just found out that we will not be in our new house until AFTER Christmas. All along we were told that there was 99.9% chance that we would be in at least a day before Christmas. The seller is a bit clueless and has been making this process A LOT more complicated than needs be. Us, our agent and the seller's agent have been doing everything we can to accommodate her and her "situation". I'm sick of accommodating. I'm sick of feeling unsettled, uneasy, living out of boxes and worst of all, having no Christmas tree.

It doesn't feel like Christmas without a tree.

I know I am complaining but I don't care. I am angry and upset. Our new closing date is December 30th. Only an 8 day difference, no big deal. Oh, but it is cause that's the weekend that my sister is getting married. How can I move everything into our house, clean and paint AND be there to help my sister like she deserves? I know in the end, things will be fine but right now, I am mad.

I plan things. I envision how things will go and how long they will take. All those mental plans have been royally screwed. Oh and of course since I was so giddy and impatient, I already planned this whole New Year's Eve party. I even made an event and invited everyone on Facebook. I even had a few RSVPs. So much for that. If you were planning on coming. Make new plans...unless you still want to come and help paint. I will provide free bandannas for your hair.

Screw it. I'm getting a tree tonight. And I'm keeping it up until April.

Perspective

The will of God will never take you where the Grace of God will not protect you.

Don't worry about people from your past,
there's a reason why they didn't make it into your future.

The second one hits home lately.

Awwwkwarrrd..

On second thought, he decided to keep the ring.

99% of the time it works every time

363 days a year I sleep through the night like a rock. The few times when I do wake up, it's either because of some object I'm laying on, or a weird dream. Last night, it was the WEIRDEST object.

I have a dog who likes to hide things. He loves stealing treasures and "hiding" them for a later date. Countless times I have found Chocolates in corners and under clothes that have been thrown on the floor. He places them there and then he "buries" them the way dogs do when they bury bones in the backyard. Although the carpet doesn't move and the candy stays in plain sight, Toben feels it's secure and undetectable.
What amazes me the most is that this tiny ravenous dog has enough self control to hold him self back from tearing into these treats at that very moment. I like to think he has an eternal perspective on things like this.
Last night I wake up feeling this strange object. Sit up, pull object from sheets, keep eyes closed cause it's pitch black and there's no point in opening them, smell object, realize it's a cookie, think about how sad Toben will be when he returns for dessert and has to go to bed hungry, smile at that scenario playing out in real life, and go back to sleep.

Next night. I am on my knees in front of the couch(this is starting to sound dirty) at eye level with Toben trying to accomplish the nightly task of annoying him. Then he stops. I stop. He has his eyes set on something. He dives into the corner of the couch and pulls out ANOTHER COOKIE! Really? REALLY? Me and Ty are dying laughing as we're trying to get a picture of this steadfast dog teething, yet so delicately clamping down on this cookie as to not crush it.

I'm not even mad.

Happy Thanksgiving from your favorite scarf wearing man

Deal with it

I love Thanksgiving. I probably love eating stuffing and candied yams more than most. I am thankful for millions of things. I like Pilgrims and I love Indians. Listening to Christmas music and buying my Christmas tree the week of Thanksgiving does not change any of these things. In no way am I "skipping" Thanksgiving by preparing for Christmas early. I decorate and make my house smell good to bring the Christmas spirit into my home. Cause really, you should be feeling the Christmas love all year round anyway. I can't think of a better way to bring the spirit in than by hearing the Karen Carpenter sing about a man in Tennessee.

If you feel the urge to say something against an early Christmas. Just don't.

Dead

UPDATE: TURNS OUT IT JUST NEEDED TO BE CHARGED.

I colored my hair to match my mood. Dark. I am in ipod mourning. It died after three magical years together. ipod has accumulated music from various computers over the years and I don't know how to recover this music. Especially since it won't turn on.

Deep depression.

I don't want a new, cool itouch or one that can take pictures. I just want my simple musical companion back. CD's suck so I won't even consider that as an option.

Funeral services will be held today starting now until, well, until I get a new one I guess.

Carrie

This song gives me goosebumps and makes me bawl every time.

It was two weeks after the day she turned 18

all dressed in white

going to the church that night

she had his box of letters in the passenger seat

A six pence in her shoe

something borrowed, something blue

And when the church opened up wide

she put her veil down trying to hide the tears

oh she just couldn't believe it

She heard the trumpets from the military band

And the flowers fell out of her hand

Baby why'd you leave me

Why'd you have to go

I was counting on forever

Now I'll never know

I can't even breathe

It's like I'm looking from a distance

Standing in the background

Everybody's saying he's not coming home now

This can't be happening to me

This is just a dream

The preacher man said, "Let's bow our heads and pray"

"Lord please lift his soul and heal this heart"

Then the congregation all stood up and sang

The saddest song that she'd ever heard

Then they handed her a folded up flag

And she held on to all she had left of him

oh and what could have been

Then the guns rang out one last shot

And it felt like a bullet in her heart

Baby why'd you leave me

Why'd you have to go

I was counting on forever

Now I'll never know

I can't even breathe

It's like I'm looking from a distance

Standing in the background

Everybody's saying he's not coming home now

This can't be happening to me

This is just a dream

Dilemas

Hey Milk Duds.
Why do you have to be so hard to eat? I don't like candy that taste so good but sticks to my teeth all day. I try to like you but I just don't see us working out. It's not me. It's you.

Yo Yogurt.
I am starving and you are two weeks past expiration. You smell fine but look a little chunkier than normal. I wonder if you taste ok...hmmm, you do. If I am running to the ladies room in an hour, I'll know who to blame.

PO

Am I the only one who sees something politically incorrect with this sign?

Seems pretty exclusive to me.

Dab

Nervous sweats are now a thing of the past I declare! I don't know how many chances I have given Secret but I have had it up to here. Secret just plain sucks. Dove was good while it lasted but that's the problem. It didn't last. When I get nervous/embarrassed/center of attention/put on trial/looked at, I go red. Not just a cute blushy shade of pink. This is full on Purple, lose your features RED. Once it starts, there is no controlling it. It usually just get worse because then I start to stress about how red I am getting and how everyone is noticing and how they are starting to feel awkward because they can see how awkward I am. And it doesn't just stop at red. I sweat. Face and pits. I break out in a blotchy mess on my chest. Along with the blotchyness comes an ANNOYING fake laugh to distract people from Tomato face and I end up talking way too much. It's horrible. It's been getting worse lately. No matter what I try or how much I try to control these ridiculous outbursts, nothing works. Until this little dear...

It's still in the first few hours of our trial run together and already

I feel like a new and dry woman.

Oh don't worry. The red, high pitched laugh, word vomit, and face sweats are still EVER

present but this gives me. Hope.

High

This was on my post-op instructions paper. I don't know what a girl with a hook for hand has to do with Wisdom Teeth but I like it.
Oh this is no big deal

He sure loves me.
Number one reason to go to Dr. McBee

Happy?

The doctor gave me laughing gas before I got my IV. 10 big whiffs of this stuff and I was out.

The doctor prefaced his administering of the sleep medication by saying, "Now for Michael Jackson's drug of choice".

I apparently thought it was hilarious. I also apparently thought waking up from surgery was hilarious. Like 20 minutes of laughing hilarious. Tyler could hear me from the waiting room.

Thoughts on a subject I know zero about

I think people have a natural tendency to want to touch each other. Bear hugging your mechanic or cuddling with your fellow Macey's shoppers might be a bit awkward; but for the most part, physical touch makes you feel good.
I think when women are pregnant, it gives people an excuse to touch. Like the baby invites family members, strangers and friends to connect.
Most of the current or past pregnant women I know have mentioned or complained about people feeling justified to rub their bellies in any social setting. They feel it is an invasion of privacy. I see their point but I don't think I will mind it.
Humans like to connect and touching is a simple and effective way of doing it. I think if people want to rub my stomach, I will happily let them because to me, that means they want to connect with me. That makes me happy.

Hey Everyone. My little big sister is getting married

http://soimarriedacanuck.blogspot.com/

Message for the Single Ladies

If at age 30, he still wears a name tag to work. That's a deal breaker.


Also. Is it wrong that I started listening to Christmas music? Just because it's themed, doesn't mean it's not good all year round.

Stepford

The only picture from Halloween.

Which is sad because I look really annoying.

I don't like the word 'deserve'. It implies entitlement.

Who am I to say what I deserve?

Born to be 60

I love Decades. Vintage Clothing store. Like REAL vintage. Not fake, hiked prices kind of stuff.

I also want to live there.

I want this. Is it cute enough to wear like a normal person?


I found the PERFECT dress for my Stepford costume but I couldn't justify paying $50 for it. Make you could talk me into it??

(Middle one... Or even the pink one.)

Murder in my Gums

Nail marks from my left hand. Dentist Shots.I currently cannot feel the entire right side of my face.

Oh. Yes. That includes my tongue.

*This picture was taken an hour and a half AFTER the shots were so rudely administered.

Mirdle. Man-Girdle.

I am not sure how I feel about this. I guess everyone deserves to look good.

I have been loving cruise control lately. Contrary to popular opinion, it can be used for city driving too. And that's where I use it. 25, 35, 45 mph? I don't discriminate.





I am going to be a Stepford Wife for Halloween. Tyler is going to be my Stepford Husband.

I don't know about you but..

I miss the Spice Girls.

I miss Hanson.

I miss being 12. Except for chubby part. I miss my whole existence revolving around what was going on with these two groups. Watching VH1 all day so I could make sure I saw EVERY SINGLE time their music videos played.Then getting so upset when their videos lost the #1 spot to Paula Cole or Shawn Colvin.





I was in love with Zach the drummer of Hanson. I had convinced myself that if he were to ever meet me, my love would be reciprocated. There was a girl that went to Westridge that was 2 or 3 years younger than us. Me and my friend Michelle Schofield thought she looked just like Zach. Of course we told her. What self respecting 10 year old girl wouldn't want to look like a 12 year old boy? She really hated us. We would chase her all over during recess and ask her dumb questions about dumb things. She really really hated us.





I was also obsessed with Posh Spice. She was perfection in my eyes. When my cousin and I would play Spice Girls, we would fight over who could be Posh. I knew that I was the more loyal fan so I deserved the role of Posh. Her signature pose. Arm extended pointing a sideways gun. Oh yea. I had that down.


Although I was 14 inches shorter and 30 pounds heavier, I felt her spirit burning inside me.





Albertson's trips always ended in the same fashion. Me and Dad in the magazine isle. He with his Airplanes and I with my Tiger Beat. Posters plastered every inch of my wall. In case you're wondering. Yes. I did kiss the posters of Zach. Which is a totally normal thing to do.
Totally.

Not once did my mom tell me how big of an idiot for crying when I saw them on TV I was or how annoyed she was of hearing their cds on repeat in her bedroom through our shared vent. She just let me be simple minded and happy.

I can still sing anyone of their songs by heart.



Although I would NEVER ever go back.
I miss the simple days of good music, Kiwi lip gloss and huge yellow Tommy shirts.

Shmay Shmess Shmell

We have been looking to buy another car for a few weeks. Of course, first stop. KSL. I think out of 10 emails I have written to get more information on a car, only 1 ad has been legit. Here is a great example. This just happened 2 seconds ago from "Rhonda".


Hello,

First let me thank you for contacting me. The car has no scratches, damages and never suffered accidents. The condition is pristine, original paint, engine runs smoothly. As I already had a previous buyer who made me start all the necessary things to sell it, his loan didn't get approved and now I'm stuck with the car at the shipping company which I have already paid for their services.
I'm working for government and I have dedicated my life to gain this job and now, I want to buy a family car because in 2 months we will have twins. We have made this decision and now we need to sell. It's not simple in a time like this with the cash around the house.The final price is $4,950.00 including shipping in US, and delivery to your home address in hope of a fast sale.So if you decide to buy this car or need further information please get back to me as soon as possible.You need to decide soon, at this price the car is not going to be on the market for long.

Thank you,
Rhonda


My response..I couldn't resist.

1:37 PM
Interesting...
I have received two other emails from sellers stating that they are out of state and need to ship the car to the US.
Must be a trend these days...good luck with the twins..hope you get enough time off from your awesome government job to take care of the babes.

yea

I just made my own day.

Someone was walking behind me as I was looking through the candy bucket. He asked me to toss them a Milkdud box. He are still walking at this point. And I casually tossed it over my shoulder so perfectly.

And.

He caught it.

It was a harmonious, candy bond between two co-people.

Didn't know they still made these.

I wonder how mad he gets when someone touches his hair and makes it go fluffy and soft in that section.

Just found out...

Went to the dentist for the first time in 3 years. I really, really, really hate shots and mouth pain.

Went to Dr. David Lee. Shattered all of my dentist fears. Loved every minute of my trip..except for the part when I learned that I have an abscessed tooth. Not only that, it's been that way for YEARS. What makes it even better is that it's a tooth that I have already had root canal on. How this happens I don't know. But it did and it bites. So I need to start the antibiotics today and I have an appt with the Oral Surgeon on Friday to schedule my surgery. I did not see this coming. Shouldn't I get at least six months to prep for this kind of thing? What if I die during surgery? It's happened before.

Oh and I have to get my Wisdom Teeth pulled. All four. November 6th. I think I am too old for this.

Cool.

So by Thanksgiving, I will be half the woman I am now.

Oh.

I also have cavities. You know when the dentist sticks that pokey tool into your teeth to see if you have a cavity? I really hate that.

Got her done

This year at the Pendleton Round-Up was...pretty much the same as every other year.

We wouldn't have it any other way.

Walking Main Street
um.
most awkward picuture we have ever taken
Tami's ugly/cutest dog
look how in love we are
they think they are so funny

Church ladies who loved Callin and Kasey


Kasey's foot. My flexed hand.

Mom..being mom, Mark being tall. Meag and Callin being engaged.

Tyler's best friend
Grandma's wall
Open minded community

Portland

Yes. The only reason we went to Portland was for these Donuts.

Voodoo Dolls. Pretzel stabbing into heart

Maple Bacon bar. Yes, real Bacon

Bye.

Beef Bourguinogngngngn

Saw Julie & Julia twice.
Would have loved it %100 if not for the continuous smacking. Food smacking. Kiss smacking. Dry mouth talk smacking. Oh and we can't forget about the happy gum smacker sitting next to me. So yea, only loved it 97%. Why I loved it? Food. duh. If I was good at cooking, I would have totally gone home and cooked until my eyes fell out. But since I'm not good. I only made peanut butter cookies. But I forgot to do the fork thing on the top of them so it wasn't the same. But really? How hard can cooking be? A little butter here, a whisk or two there. I feel inspired to be good at making food. I want people to eat what I make and cry tears of elated joy. This brings me to my point. I need the tools to be the one to make everyone sob. We don't even have a mixer. So from this point on, all of my extra money will go towards cooking goods. No, that last sentence was a lie.
I don't want to be one of those cooks that when they receive a compliment about their food they brush it off like it was as simple as getting out of bed. "Oh this dish?" "It was just a little bit of Julia Roberts hair and some mermaid scales." Which, in turn, just makes you feel like an idiot. Like any self respecting human should know how to make it. I want to be dramatic and make everyone feel bad for making me slave all week in the kitchen and yet so grateful that they were alive so they could be invited to the heavenly occasion. I think I like baking better which is unfortunate because baking is like science. I don't do science. You have to time things.
Oh and measure things.

I don't do fractions either.

If Tyler ruled the world...

police officers would not drive cars. They would ride on trains that run along side the road. They clock your speed and use a bow and arrow to send you a ticket. The ticket gets wrapped around the arrow. You know, the kind of arrows with a red suction cup on the end? So they can stick to your window. The cops still partner up. One to shoot the arrow and one to lick the suction cup. They occasionally miss the cars.
They give each other support by saying things like, "Next Time".



We just got back from the Pendleton Round-Up and a trip to Portland.
Pictures might show up here at some point.

Voodoo Donuts.

Goat Cheese Ravioli.

Things like that.

Bored. Friday. Phone pictures.

Foot head.

Vent.

Ty's back injection party.

uh.

Serving size: 1 big A square
Calories per serving: just say goodbye to your entire wardrobe

Sister Sister

Funny Girl: Should I go red?

Meagan: Wait until fall.

Funny Girl: So the 21st?

Meagan: haha yes.

Funny Girl: How about this Friday?

Meagan: It just doesn't feel like fall to me.

Funny Girl: Put your feelings about fall aside for a minute. Red or no red?

Meagan: Red.

Funny Girl: hahaha please acknowledge how funny that was.

Meagan: Acknowledged.

But seriously. Acknowledge it.

Also..

If I hear the word 'Salsa' pronounced 'salTsa' one more time....something bad is going to happen. I might eat a chicken nugget or something.

Superficial

I really need recommendations on where to go to get a spray tan. I know spray tans can be tricky when they aren't done right.
I want it to look good.

I really am speechless.

It looks like he's getting ready to play a really fun game or something.

He is just so happy to be alive.

Some people were meant to shine.

Want more?

I could do this all day. Ok, I think I will.

Selfless

I have a new found respect for working mothers. I have taken for granted all of those precious minutes every morning that I take to get ready. Every hour to myself reading. Every bathroom trip and every quiet second to reflect. Tyler and I have been baby sitting his four cousins for the past five days. I have not and will not be taking any days off. So for now, I am a working mom. It's draining.

I actually look forward to going to work so I can have a few hours to think. But. When I'm at work, I just want to be back with the kids. We have 9 days to go. Never have I been more emotionally, mentally and physically exhausted in my life. The kids aren't even hard. It's probably more in my head than anything. Worrying about if they will make it to school on time, keeping their bellies full, their faces smiling and most of all, keeping them alive.

This experience has also shed some light on the man I though I knew...

We have been together 5 years. In this small window of time, I thought I really knew him. What makes him happy, mad, sad etc. There is always something to learn. From the very first day, I noticed a change in Tyler.

He is the happiest I have ever seen him.

When one child is crying, one child is yelling and the other two are making the Tazmanian Devil look like a little lamb, Tyler is smiling his perfect smile and laughing his contagious, squinty-eyed laugh.

I don't get it.

He should be stressed out, pulling his hair out, curled up in a corner. Stressed.

Not Tyler.

He always seems to find the perfect thing to say to help each and every situation. The kids love him and he loves them. It's hard NOT to notice.

I sit back and watch him be him.

My chambered heart bursts with love.

BIG NEWS

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Make the change or else. Nothing. Just do it.

Short Thoughts

Since having this new hair, or lack of, I have noticed some things.
When I get ready for the day, 5 times out of ten have to change outfits because that particular choice doesn't go with short hair. Like today. I started off wearing a sweater vest. A month ago it would have looked fine because the length of my hair made me look fun and carefree and that counteracted the business style of the vest. Now the short do' just adds to the business style and I can't look too professional cause than I just look uptight.

Second and biggest observation I have noticed is how every single man has reacted to my hair. I have been confronted by many men at work that decide it's their civic duty to tell me that they liked my long hair better...why? Why men, why?! All of a sudden they have an opinion?
How am I supposed to respond when they tell me this?

Thanks? I'll start growing out again? Sorry that I disappointed you?

It's just a phase I'm going through?

I just end up just getting mad because for a second I feel like I have to explain myself to them. I hate explaining my actions to people. So...naturally this gets me thinking. Why do men like long hair so much? This is my theory...
When men think of their ideal woman, they think of a young woman. Young woman are girls in high school. Most high school girls have long hair. High school girls are fun, spontaneous, and peppy. Woman, if they decide cut their hair, it's once they have a family and children. Things start to slow down in the fun, and spontaneous area.
long hair=young, peppy
short hair=old, boring
So now, when men tell me that they liked my hair better when it was long, I just get creeped out because what they're really thinking is, "Man, I really like high school girls."

Last observation. Having long hair doesn't mean it looks good on you. Woman get caught up in thinking that they have to have long hair to be pretty and feminine. Not the case. If you have the right style that frames and flatters your face, it will make you look better than long hair ever could. I think maybe woman have the same thought as men. They need to keep their long hair cause that's what they had in high school and that's when they looked their best.

People change! Your hair should too!

yes

Organic Girls is up. My article should be posted within this next week.

wooohoo!

Jode-Man

When some one tries to tell mom what to do, her famous phrases are:

"I'll decide" and "Don't tell ME"

Mom loves to sing and dance along with her trusty ipod. She often times sings to strangers. Most of the time it is while she is in the middle of a Coheed & Cambria or an Incubus song.... I'm surprised she hasn't been called into the bishop's office yet.

She loves to talk with her hands when she is describing things. Her favorite word to describe anything is 'very'.

(imagine sprinkle fingers)

"Very juicy" "Very Moist" "Very Delicate"

She once mooned the Mail Man just for a good laugh.

Mom detests love stories, sappy love movies and love books. She gags at the thought of watching people confess their love and kiss and cry all in one movie. Me and Meagan had to DRAG her into the movie 'My Sister's Keeper'. It really was a 20 minute power struggle. She gave in but of course, would not shed a tear. All she needs are a few explosions and some gun shots and she is a happy woman... I guess that means my love of Lifetime movies come from my grandma Medonich.

When mom cooks, she makes us ooooohh and aahhhh through the whole meal to show our satisfaction.

She won't put up with "Bad Signage" for garage sales. She also hates driving while we are garage sailing. I think all the turning and starting and stopping confuses her.

She will not be caught dead playing silly, fun group games like Charades and Pictionary.

She acts tough and untouchable but she is really just a very skinny, attractive Teddy Bear.

Mom we love you.

Love,

Coco and Meg

Beaut

Look how good I look. I promise this picture wasn't planned. I always look this good.

**Pictures courtesy of Meagan Henson and her iphone**
The true color is better represented in the first few pictures. Thanks for helping sister Meagan. Thank you Mom for talking me out of leaving the flower applique on the drawer despite Meag's best efforts. Thank you dad for letting us live at the shop and eating Zub's with us.