My Little Punk

My baby boy turns four today. He is a punk. A regular Punky Brewster.Let me tell you a little story to help you get to know my son.

Three days ago, I took my kids to Jazzercise, as I often do. Before and after class, my little boy likes to climb on the stage. He jumps around and does funny squats and lunges, and yells hi-yah! The ladies think he is hilarious. Class was about to start so I walked to the front of the class and said "Come on, class is gonna start." He said, "No!" but jumped off the stage, threw himself on the floor and began to scream, "Owie! Owie! Owie!" So by now, EVERYONE is watching us. I grabbed him up and hauled his 40lbs screaming butt back to the babysitting room. I put him down and hurriedly told the babysitter that he was faking it. I turned to leave and he let's out this huge wail. "Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!" I shut the door, turn around and everyone is looking at me. The instructor says in the microphone, "Ahhhh! Poor Aaron!" (His name is NOT Aaron, but I wasn't gonna correct her.) To this I reply, "He's fine, he's just dramatic." The whole room laughs, and class begins.

And yet another example, we went to the pool two nights ago. A man with his son began to play catch near us. The man says to my little boy, "Hey, buddy! You want to throw it?" He grabs the ball from the man, makes a move that looks like he is going to throw it, but instead, shoves the ball in his mouth and starts to chew on it.

He never has been an easy child. It started when I got pregnant and never quit throwing up. I developed major rage and couldn't sleep at night. He cried and cried for months after he was born and I dealing with post-partum depression. He wouldn't chew his food till he was 18 months. He hasn't learned to speak properly yet and this can be frustrating for both of us. And to top it off, he is STILL in diapers. But I wouldn't trade him for everything I ever wanted in the world. Because even though he is a major punk with attitude, he melts my heart every time he runs to me and says "Ahhh! Bi haaaa!! (Big Hug), sqeezes me as hard as he can and showers me with kisses.

Happy Fourth Birthday, little one. I Love You!

100 Posts

For one hundred posts, 100 things about me. (I know everyone does one, why should I be any different, right?)

1. My Grandpa called me peanut.
2. I have spoken on the phone to Summer Sanders, Olympic swimmer and former host of a game show on nickelodeon that I.can't remember the name of.
3. I have been to a Star Trek Convention.
4. I throw up a lot. (Not on purpose, and I'm not bulimic or pregnant, thank you!)
5. I can't keep my their, there, and they're strait.
6. My mom wanted to name me Lacey.
7. I never learned my timetables.
8. Every time we took a timed timetable test in third grade, I got a bloody nose.
9. One time, I gave Rick Steadman a black eye.
10. I feel bad about that now.
11. Once while giving a talk in primary, I couldn't stop laughing long enough to actually give the talk.
12. I want to see the Taj Mahal.
13. I really want to learn how to play the guitar.
14. There is a part of me that actually believes that I am a hippie.
15. That's the same part of me that only shaves my legs once or twice a month.
16. My husband really truly thought I was sexy when I was prego.
17. I've been to a tractor show.
18. My husband's drunk uncle practically sexually assaulted me at a funeral once.
19. I thought it was hilarious.
20. I full on HATE my husband's step-grandma.
21. I really want to run a 5k.
22. My husband can't always tell when I am kidding.
23. I love it when it rains.
24. I cut my own hair, very badly.
25. Spicy food is my favorite.
26. I've been asked if I was a boy or a girl.
27. I've attended over 600 jazzercise classes.
28. When I was little, I was on a clogging team called the Hot Shots.
29. I hardly went to class my senior year of high school.
30. Watching people brush their teeth freaks me out.
31. I have shared a bed with my BFF Val and her 200 pound dog, Bud-degh.
32. If that's not true Bff love, than I don't know what is.
33. I've cut the buttons off my husband's shirts once, because I was mad at him.
34. I've never had a cavity.
35. I've never been pulled over by a cop.
36. I've been hit on by a cop before.
37. But only after my friend told him I had camouflage underwear on.
38. I don't remember why she knew I had camo undies on.
39. Oh, alright, I had probably talked about my camo undies all night.
40. I know someone who has taken a drug test for an NFL player.
41. I cried when I found out Jared Allen was traded to the Vikings.
42. I went on a date with someone in high school who is now an NFL player.
43. I asked him out, but if Mitch Pack ever asks you, he asked me out.
44. I like math. Especially algebra.
45. When I was little, I pretended that I liked the New Kids on the Block because the girl next door liked them.
46. There was a period of about four years in my early twenties, that I never drove a car.
47. I have filled my own gas tank twice since I've been married.
48. My husband and I's song is She's my Cherry Pie by Warrant.
49. I did not pick our song.
50. When my husband calls, my caller ID says its Studman.
51. When I call my husband, his caller ID says Cherry Pie.
52. I have a t-shirt that says "Let's go get sconed!"
53. I have been to a Monkees concert.
54. The longest I have ever been grounded was for two weeks.
55. I came in after curfew and gave Mom a lot of lip.
56. I once doorbell ditched someone and then convinced the victim that the kid who did it ran right past me.
57. We toilet papered the Henrie's house from their neighbors backyard while we watched the Henrie's watch their TV.
58. Coffee cream packets are flammable.
59. I once ate a handful of crushed red peppers for a $1.
60. Then I bought a glass of milk for $.75.
61. That milk was warm.
62. I know every word to Copacabana.
63. My husband called me fatty when I was preggers.
64. I had major rage when I was pregnant with my youngest.
65. I really, really want a vintage Mustang from the late sixty's.
66. The majority of my teen years were spent playing card games with the neighbor kids.
67. My favorite flower is the Lilac.
68. I have a tick on a stick.
69. I was vegetarian once, for 4 months.
70. My foods teacher showed us a video of the goings on in a slaughter house. BARF.
71. I actually liked the cafeteria food.
72. I had the privilege of helping my sister while she gave birth to her first baby.
73. Deep down, I really wish I got along with my sisters in law.
74. I hate to wear shoes.
75. My car and my bedroom are hardly ever clean.
76. I eat cheerios without any sugar on them.
77. I procrastinate.
78. I've only kissed one man.
79. I went to EFY just once, and I hated it.
80. My niece was kidnapped when she was a baby.
81. My brother got her back a few hours later.
82. My eleven year old nephew is bigger than me.
83. I met my bff Val in sewing class, senior year.
84. We snuck my bff's mom into a movie theater without her realizing we didn't pay for her ticket.
85. Because I am so far away, I am never there for my bff when she really needs me.
86. That makes me cry.
87. I say "dude" way to much.
88. I think my life is boring.
89. I have a large mole in the palm of my right hand.
90. I have moles everywhere.
91. The first car I ever drove was the Egan's old, red suburban, in the church parking lot.
92. I took that same suburban through a car wash and scratched the heck out of the side.
93. Addiction is all around me.
94. It bugs me if the silverware doesn't match each other.
95. My diet when I was a teen consisted of pasta, rice, and Ho Ho Gourmet.
96. It's taken me almost three weeks to make this list, so far.
97. I don't have any living grandparents.
98. I have been to more funerals for people in my husbands family, than my own family.
99. I have never: broken a bone, gotten a ticket, or gotten a cavity.
100. I have a tube in my ear that has been there since I was 12.

Geese. That was painful. And boring.

This is Buggin Me

I'm about to go on a tangent. Ready? Go!

Kansas City's non-smoking laws just went into effect last week. I'm sorry, but I think forcing people to adopt a non-smoking policy for a business that they own is stupid! There are plenty of other places that non-smokers can go to not have their senses assaulted by the evil smoke. Seriously. Do we really need to take this so far that we are forcing people in places that most non-smokers don't go anyway, such as bars and nightclubs to not smoke? I believe in the right to choose. I choose to not smoke. I chose to not sit in smoking restaurants. That is my choice. Why should people and business who do choose to smoke be forced to comply. I think it's stupid.

And while we are on the subject, I have recently come across MANY blogs of my fellow Mormon sisters that talk about how much they hate people who smoke, and how rude people who smoke are. Love your neighbor-unless he smokes, right? No people. God loves smokers too. Just because someone chooses to smoke doesn't automatically make them a big evil person who is going out of their way to make your hair smell like cigarette smoke. And can I just remind you sisters that the men we honor as the founders of our church were most likely smokers. So lets just keep in mind that we all walk around sinning. (We just can't smell it the way we can smell the cigarettes.)

Okay. I'm done. Thanks for listening.

Uh...How can that be?

Me: Oh! Dude! Maroon 5 is coming to town and tickets go on sale on saturday!!!
Husband:Maroon 5? I don't know who that is.
Me:???????(Shocked look on face)
Husband: What do they sing?
Me:(singing) It's not over tonight, just give me one more chance to make it right. I may not make it through the night, I won't go home without you!
Husband: Oh yeah, that song you sing ALL THE TIME.
Me: (singing) Sunday Morning rain is falling, share some cover share some skin.....No?
Husband: (shakes his head)
Me:(singing) She will be loved, she will be loved.
Husband: (Shakes his head as he tries to walk away) uh, no.
Me:(singing) Wake up call, caught you in the morning with another one in my bed, don't you care about me anymore, care about me? I don't think so!
Husband:(really tries to walk away now.)
Me: Oh come on! They are like my favorite band right now, and you have no idea? How can that be? Don't I talk about them?
Husband: No.

So here is my theory. I probably DO talk about Maroon 5 and he just doesn't listen.

Sadly, I probably won't be going to this totally awesome concert. Unless anyone out there in Internet space can figure out how I can come up with $300 in two days. Anyone? Anyone?

Best Morning Ever

I just had the best morning ever! No one cried, everyone ate their breakfast, and no one yelled at me. The kids got on the school bus smiling! It's a miracle!

What are the chances of this happening again tomorrow? Well, I won't think about that. I'll just enjoy this glorious moment.

Is my spam blocker trying to tell me something?

What the Heck?!!

My spam filter on my email keeps letting spam through. I guess that isn't that unusual. However, all the spam has one of two themes. My spam blocker thinks that I am over forty, single, and looking for love in my area. It also thinks I need a job. Particularly, court reporting.

I think my spam blocker needs to mind it's own business.

Just Because....

I actually did this a long time ago and couldn't figure out how to upload it. Yes, I'm a dork. That I know very well. And yes, I did have something better to do, like clean my room as you can see. So turn off the music and feel free to laugh and make fun of me, if you want. But I guess you don't have to, if you don't want to. But why wouldn't you want too?

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Awesome.