dugh

Yesterday I took Juliet to the movies, just the two of us. I asked her what she wanted to go see, sure she was going to pick Madagascar since she had seen Bolt already. But she wanted to see Bolt again so off we went.

We got our popcorn and drinks, our nifty 3-D glasses and settled down in the theatre full of kids and talkative parents. The lights go down and the screen illuminates with the fantastical world of Disney.

It takes a little while for her to get used to things coming off the screen and flying at her so she asks if she can sit in my lap. So she scoots herself on, gets comfy and munches on some yummy popcorn, while we watch the previews.

On comes a preview for Ice-Age 3, of course all the preview's are of the poor little squirrel that can never seem to keep a hold of the little nut of his. Well in this one he comes upon a girlie who wants the same nut. So they go through this fighting seen, going back and forth tricking and conjoling and stealing it from each other. I think nothing of it, this is what you see in movies all the time right? Juliet is watching with a popcorn kernel poised between her figures, frozen half way to her mouth with a 'really?' look on her face. Then she turns to me and in a very 'dugh' tone tells me....'they should just cut it in half.'

I tell her what a great idea that would be, while I swell with a little bit of motherly pride for she obviously is learning something right. Course it probably came from all the other adult influences in her life who drill in the concept of sharing, saying thank you and being nice to others. But its nice to think I might have something to do with teaching her the right way.

I often forget how many times we see jealousy, corruption, trickery and plain meanness in our everyday life. Even in our beloved Disney movies. It's nice to see that she has not succumbed to that and hope she wont for a while yet.

Observant

My father had a beard for many, many years. It was his pride and joy, everyone loved it, especially my mom. Around four years ago, my father shaved that beard. Some thought it was a nice change, some mourned but all of us took a while to get used to it.

Today we celebrated Thanksgiving because some of the family that won't be in town next week were here this week. We had Mom, me, Jason, Marina, Alexander, Keith, the Thorntons, Thelma, Mr. Sorram and Aunt Maura. We were all visiting and having a great time and then my dad comes in from church meetings. He walks in, hangs up his coat, while he answers the various hello's and how's it going's coming his way. Then from the table my Aunt Maura says

"Orey, you shaved off your beard"

there was a very load silence, many 'are you serious?' looks flickered towards her and then a chorus of 'only like 5 years ago' coming from all over the room.

We all had a good laugh and mom said it must have been the fact that she doesn't have so much blond in her hair this time. Good try but I think missing someones change of appearance for five years is a little more then coloring your hair darker in the last few weeks. What will she discover next? Deborahs married?, Marina can drive? Eric is officially adopted in the family? Who knows.

Good observation Aunt Maura and thanks for the crack up!

For your viewing pleasure.


http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/D3jLfUU8DaKHU212IaBO

http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/8yUfbWRzFDF6vQhH5q7O

http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/uOBUtbISx1ytX0bk6saq

http://elfyourself.jibjab.com/view/nAfFR8pdc5jHB7yzjth6

PS. the first one is my personal favorite.

You did WHAT?!?!?!

We all remember our little crushes on the playground, our school yard banter between boys and girls trying to persuade or astound the opposite sex with talk of things we thought we knew about. Who could forget that? And when did that start....3rd, 4rth grade?

Well today I was shocked out of my wits. In fact, so shocked that I almost drove my car off the road, as it was I had to jerk it back into the lane I was in. Here is the following conversation between Juliet and I. My words will be in peach and Juliets words will be in light blue.

So did you have a good day?
Ya
What did you do?
I played outside and shared the swings
Great! good job for sharing
And I played with Jacob and Emily
They are in your class?
Ya, Jacob is always the last one inside
Oh, well that can happen.
Ya, mommy guess what?
What baby?
Today Jacob kissed me, ya we got married by the swing, under the slide and then he kissed me.

Insert skidding tires, jackets flying around the car and me gasping and then
silence.....

You did?
Ya, and then we went inside.
K hunny, you can't be doing that anymore k? It's nice that you play with Jacob, but you can't be kissing him
Oh....only mommies and daddies do that?
Ya! thats it only mommies and daddies do that.
oh...ok, so then we went inside and painted.

So not only has my daughter beaten the curve by knocking the usual schoolyard 'married' scene down to pre-k, but pretty sure she orchestrated the whole thing....she is, I have no doubt, the one that told him to marry her and then give her a kiss! My goodness.

Well there you go. I definitely have to keep this story in my journal because this will be nice to tell her when she is 18..."your first kiss was Jacob and you were THREEEEEEEE!!!!! and you gave me a heart attack!"

I get to meet who?...

My sister Marina can be quite the character! She can make you laugh without even trying. So we signed up for the Great American Weight Loss challenge....Like that's something I need right? I know how to lose weight, I just can't do it. I don't need some skinny chick who has never been fat a day in her life to tell me how to eat. Whatever. Ok back to the story. We were at Jenny Craig and all we had was a check to pay for our sign up fee. Mom didn't want to go to the bank for 15.00, so asked if there was anyway we could pay with a check. The lady behind the counter said if we wrote it in her name then she would pay the cash. That's when Marina leans over and says:

Marina: Are we in Jenny Craig

Me: Ya...

Marina: That's so cool, I didn't think I would be able to meet her

Me: Wait, what? did you ask if we were in Jenny Craig or if she is Jenny Craig

Marina: I asked if that is Jenny Craig

Insert me giving Marina the 'oh you poor thing' look

Me: No hunny, Jenny Craig isn't a real person....its like Betty Crocker, its just a brand name

Marina looks at me with big soulful eyes.

Marina: What do you mean Betty Crocker's not real?


You would have thought I told her her dog ran away, or Santa wasn't coming.
And of course me being who I am, instead of saying some comforting big sister word, I laughed my head off and proceeded to tell everyone who would listen about Marinas misguided assumptions. It was classic!

Not on my scale......

A few weeks ago my mom, sister and I signed up for the great American weight loss challenge. You get a free month at the gym and all these eating/health tips. Every week you have to weigh in to find out if we have lost anything. Well I started out at not such a great number....well let me rephrase that... the number was great, as in HUGE, but it wasn't the number I would like to have seen.

So I went about my week, waking up at the bumcrack of dawn (and yes in my world dawn does have a bumcrack!) getting Juliet ready and heading my not-so-happy behind to the gym. I worked out something fierce and have been rather good on my eating habits. So Marina and I go back to the gym to weigh in. Ok before we went, I did a little weigh in on my home scale to see where I would be. In the time it took us to drive from my house to the gym, their scale is telling me that I gained 3 pounds. Are you kidding me? Ya right!

I was thourally disgusted and promptly went home and ate a big ol piece of cake. I mean if their scale is going to say I weight 3 more pounds then I should then by gosh I am going to live up to that....

Of course the next morning I doubled timed my exercises because I realized what a doofus mistake that was. Now I had to pay for my little fit by stiarmastering the cake away. O well lesson learned. Don't eat your emotions and go by your own scale and not some skinny airheads scale.

But no I'm not bitter. :)

Prop 8

Here is a link to a news story about how the gay community has rallied outside of one of the CA temples - stating the reason Prop 8 passed was because of Mormons and that we are bigots.

http://www.ktla.com/landing_topstories/?Prop-8-Protesters-Rally-Outside-Mormon-T=1&blockID=127805&feedID=1198

I do not believe we are bigots and even a counter statement in the article states why we are not bigots and why we supported Prop 8.

I have mixed feelings about this. I am happy that we succeeded and enough so that they have now "blamed" us for the outcome, but I am angry that they would find it necessary to go to our holy grounds and cause trouble because they are angry. I understand they are angry, but be respectful.

The article goes on to say that for every $5 donation you give to their organization to reverse the outcome they will send a postcard to President Monson regarding their views and such, when in the same breath the woman said 'its ok to have your opinions but do not force them on me" hello that is exactly what you are doing?

If I were being petty (and in my ranting and raving right now... I am) I say we send a pass a long card for every postcard they send us. And for every angry letter or petition that goes around send a pair of missionaries to those who either sent it or signed it.

Ok I am done. I know it will all calm down in a matter of months....or not but either way our great Prophet will conduct himself wonderfully and defend or explain things to them that they might understand, they might not want to hear it but that is on them.

I do have to say that I love our church so very much. The way we are able to stick together, work as one even from different states, have one goal and one purpose but still be able to express our views and be individuals. There are not very many places on earth you can find that and I am glad I am part of it.

photo tagged

So Deborah photo tagged me. You have to take the fourth picture out of the fourth folder in your pic file. Well I only have one file and it needs to be updated....badly. My pics are all in different spots, thus the reason I don't scrapbook.

Anyway, this is Juliet at about 4-5 months. Desperately trying to learn to walk. She never did want to sit still....she's a real go getter! Don't you just love that face?!?! It's like 'what, like you could do better?' haha, that is so her!

So there you go I've done my tagging, now its your turn. I am sure your picture file is far more advanced then mine. Considering Juliet is almost four now so this pic is 3 years old now. :)

Love ya.

Can't wait

until this election is over. First of all the suspense is killing me, I mean this is a big year, a historic moment! but I can't stand the politics anymore. Just pick one and be on with it!


I'm tired of hearing why this one or that one wont be good or what they are lying about or what not. All of them lie, all of them are good or bad in their own way. I am partial to one more then I am the other and have been following how they have run each of their campaigns.

This will be one for the history books, but dang I can't wait till its done!

Kids say the darndest things.....

Jason set up our Internet over the weekend and since then we have all been chomping at the bit to get our turn on it. Well it was Jason's turn and he had Juliet on his lap cruisen the high speed....ah isn't that cute? Anywho... Jason was reading some celeb gossip (its like a train wreck, you have to read it even though you know its no good) and saw that Gary Coleman had gotten arrested for something. This is the conversation that ensued:

Jason: That's crazy
Juliet: Who's crazy daddy, the chocolate boy?

Ok....so at no time have we ever referred to dark skinned people as chocolates but it is her favorite candy so she just made the association between the colors. After Jason choked on his laugh and walked off the total shock of it, he explained that is not how you refer to people and all that good stuff....( I have to say he did really good, not once did he smile or giggle, that would have undone everything he was trying to teach her). Of course we laughed about it after she went to bed and still sneak in a giggle here and there.

Oh, the innocence of children....cracks me up sometimes.