Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Eight Years, Who's Counting?

So this is all I could dig up. My faves were not available. They were at the bottom of the photolanche I experienced whilst digging these bad boys out. I don't know how to be serious so I am not writing anything like that. Just thought you dolls might like to see what we looked like PreK.

I do have a great hubby and a fantastic family, I am grateful. That is our first date at chuckecheeses, if anyone wants to know.

Hot Pizza: Come and Get It.

So our eight year anniversary was yesterday, and if I get super crazy, I might dig out a picture so that you can see how my hair is still the same. JK.
Collin had to work late, and things are super craze around here so we decided to celebrate with crunchings and munchings another night.

Auntie Eve came over and she ordered pizza. After a while, I heard a very persistent horn honking. I looked out the window, saw the driver in the car, and thought, "Well, the porch light isn't on, maybe she is scared." A good option, I am scared of the dark, maybe she is too. Well she seemed stuck. Fozen by fright perhaps? Nope.
Well, she started yelling something and Eve went out. For a while. I heard the lady say a few things, but thought they sounded out of place and was sure I misheard. Then Eve came back in with the pizza. The lady had been honking for a while, said she.
Any guesses why she couldn't deliver it to my door herself? Apparently Pizza Hut only delivers to the driveway. The delivery gal said she couldn't get her WALKER out of the back because of the hill and the dark. Awesome.
I wasn't put out, but it was amusing and a first. Apparently its hard to get young drivers with the gas prices.
I think its great she's out there doing something. I am also glad for the laugh. Pizza Hut doesn't discriminate, but it's lucky I didn't need a walker to get to the driveway.

Friday, October 17, 2008

Fall Break Camping Trip

You might ask where is Sam on this fantastic vacation of ours? We sold him for some silver. No, he was either taking the pictures or running with the kids from the neighboring campsite. He is in many pics, but I am not willing to expose myself in such a way to the general public. Much to many's ridicule, we camped nearby at Blue Springs. We had never been together with the kids, and we had never used out tent, so it was a practice run. It worked out really well after I got done being mad about everything not being done my way.

Jacob was a superb camper he first day and a half. Then he stopped taking naps and serenaded the campers with his wailing. Sam is always happy to leave us. He informed me that the neighbor's campsite was cooler because they had a big truck and a trailer behind it. And a dog. Well, he will never think we are exciting if that is his criteria.

Cooper was obsessed with a stray cat, and wanted to know all about where it was going to drink milk from a bowl and see it's mommy. He has no fear and wandered wherever he wanted. Very glad we weren't right by the water.
My awesome cook of a husband is wearing my tee shirt. Why won't he wear my jeans? They are men's. Well, not those, but anyway, he cooked everything for us and I had never cooked a hot dog on a fire before. When you make a comment like that, people (Collin) think you know nothing about camping. Not true. I am an expert camper. I mean, I do know how to burn marshmallows.
And yes, that is Jacob sleeping outside of the tent. He loved it in and out. He did fuss some, that had everything to do with his tummy and not the camping. We had a great time, the weather was perfect, and our kids loved it. And it started with a fight. Sounds like a family vacation to me.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Freeze Tag

To: Monique Phipps

I don't mind the tag, however, I would rather have done the other one!

6 Quirks of Amanda (only 6? I have ten times that!)

1. When I am done eating, everyone is done eating. This one is unfortunate for Collin because, He usually isn't done because he was cooking or holding a babe aloft. When I swallow that last bite, I set to cleaning up and moving on to the next item of business, whatever that may be. This was brought to my attention on our camping trip, so I resolve to improve.

2. I debate and debate when spending money. When I was in high school, my momacita gave me some money ("to buy sombrero and some papaya, lets go to carnival and dance the night away"*) to buy clothes and shoes. I walked the mall for at least three hours trying to decide which shoes were the best deal. The best look for the best price. I spent $50 on my shoes. The difference was only $5. Was that time worth the $5? Then I drove down the road and dropped $115 on a pair of Birkenstocks. No bargaining there. Still, I debate and its usually about $3 or less savings. Hours of scouring the internet, just to be able to say, "I got a deal!"

3. I don't like to talk to people. I will way out of my way to not talk to people. I can write notes, and email, but I am a social coward.

4. I am a color nazi (thank Collin for this one). Indeed, I do not have matching skills for my own clothes or my boys, but Collin's are equal to mine. He wears this one shirt ( blue, black and white plaid) with brown pants. To me it doesn't match, but I get questoined constantly about matching clothes. I can't even tell black from navy blue, butI insist other people's clothes match.

5. I am a know it all. I try really hard not to be, but I can't help it if I know everything about everything!!! I find myself inserting comments where common sense should tell me to stop. Before its all over, I usually have to stop the conversation and say " You know, I don't really know if that is true. Sorry about that."

6. I have a very distorted memory. I remember things very different than they really occurred. Like this: "Hey Collin, remember when I used to eat so healthy? Nothing but veggies and fruit all day and then fantastically balanced meals? And I excersized like everyday? Really you don't remember it? It was like when Sam was a baby, and it was awesome." Well, if we really examine the situation, I felt like it was two months, but it was less than two weeks. Great resolve I have, huh? I can't believe that he didn't remember those 11 days of our almost 8 year marriage, while he was in scholl and working 3 jobs. Deadbeat.

Here are the rules:
Link the person who tagged you
Mention rules on your blog
Tell about 6 quirks of yours
Tag 6 fellow bloggers to do the same
Leave a comment to let them know

I tag the unfortunate following:
Lindsay Lo
Huggy Bear