sorry

Sorry.

That was a very unplanned and unintended blogging break.

That was a:  sick with a nasty cold, switching sides ALL NIGHT LONG so I could breathe out of at least one nostril, husband leaving town for 3 days to go to Utah for a family wedding, parent/teacher conferences, early release days, start of fall break, start of 8:00 am church and teaching 6 sunbeams all by myself, one day of a 3:00 am wake up call (thank you sinus congestion), a night of uncontrollable crying and frustration thanks to the 3:00 am wake up call and a thwarted nap for the Beast and I, soccer games and practices, dance classes, friends, Wild Kratts, cereal picnics in the park, work and housecleaning blogging break. 

Sigh.

I'm SO glad to have my hubs back and SO glad he doesn't have a job that he has to travel for.

Here are some pictures from my phone of the last few days.

Tomorrow we'll be back with our regularly scheduled programming.

Enjoy!

sick

princess self-portrait.  only her and dave aren't feeling miserable.

the beast had a temp of 101.5 last night and fought us like a tiger when we tried to give him advil.

cy has been feeling cruddy for a few days and when he woke up this morning he had a temp of 102.0.

i went to bed all achy last night, and woke up even achyier (is that even a word?)

i have so much i want to blog about, the rest of cy's birthday, his parent teacher conference, our menu for october (i haven't forgotten tess), my a2z, my top ten can't live withouts, why i blog, greer, the list goes on and on. 

but every time i sit down to write all i can think about is how much my head hurts, where the nearest tissue box is, how tired i am, how much my throat hurts, etc, etc. 

i think i'm going to go and take some nyquil, crawl under the covers, and pass out.

night ya'll

amy, out.

Scenes From A Sunday: Pukefest 2011

Yesterday was no ordinary Sunday.  We decided to have a rockin' puke party!  What you didn't get the invite?  Oh, I'm so sorry you missed out.  Here's a copy of the invite and some pictures of our FANTABULOUS time.

You're Invited to Attend Pukefest 2011!

When:  May 15, 2011

Where:  My house in Hotter than Hades, AZ

Why:  Because let's face it, who doesn't enjoy a good pukefest every now and then!

Refreshments will be served (gatorade and crackers).  Also it is BYOB (bring your own bowl) and CUYODM (clean up your own damn mess), so make sure you come prepared!

Entertainment is also provided in the form of Netflix and possible projectile vomiting, but only if you're really lucky and the moment is JUST RIGHT.

FYI:  If it's coming out the other end you are still welcome to come, however please keep in mind that bathroom space is limited and that we have a first come, first served policy.

And now....scenes from the party!

Jealous?  Don't worry, I'm sure we'll be having another party sooner rather than later.  When you have kids that you have to constantly remind to wash their hands after going to the bathroom and a toddler who thinks everything is edible, pukefests are bound to happen.  Next time I will make sure you get the invite. 

No need to thank me.  Your welcome!

Sugar Sick

What is it about being sick that makes me crave sugar and other food that is in no way good for me?  I have another stupid cold and so far today I've eaten 3 oatmeal raisin cookies,

drank a large Dr. Pepper (from McDonald's),

 and ate a large french fry (also from McDonald's).

I consider myself a pretty healthy eater, but when I'm sick all my good habits go out the window.  I want/need sugar.  The good ole' refined stuff.

Broccoli, apples, bananas, carrots, water......BAD.

Sugar, cookies, cake, hamburgers, soda, french fries........GOOD.

I know it should be the complete opposite but the body wants what the body wants and right now my body wants chocolate.

Mmm....chocolate.

*all images courtesy of Google Images.

"It's Been So Long, So Very Long"......(and a Saturday Project gone awry)

The title is a quote from one of my favorite childhood movies.  It you can name the movie, I might just be tempted to send you a little present!

I know it's been a while since I've posted.  I've been nursing a sore back.  I'm not quite sure what I did to deserve the pain I'm in, but whatever I did, I'm sorry.  It started on Tuesday.  I was getting up from the floor and something pinched or spasmed in my lower back.  Next thing I know, I could hardly stand and I definitely couldn't pick up the Beast.  Dave came home early to help me out on Tuesday and my mother-in-law came out on Wednesday to play nursemaid.  It's been helpful, but today I was all alone and now my back is pretty bad again.  I'm soooo over it.  I'm done being in pain.  So, I'm deciding that tomorrow I'm going to be all better.  Nuff said.

So, thanks to my back I've been making myself pretty comfortable on the couch.  I know I should've been blogging, but instead I kept myself busy watching Lost and Army Wives, catching up on my reading (Blackberry Crumble and Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet), and playing Words with Friends.  I haven't been doing any projects, or cooking so except for the Beast driving me crazy, I really didn't have much to write about. 

I did however work on a project last Saturday.  This is the post I did for it (but never posted):

I got these from DI (Deseret Industries) mmm.....about 5 years ago.  I really liked them, but I had no idea what to do with them, then inspiration hit.  The frame is metal, so I spray painted it heirloom white.

Next I used these handy little things to hang it up.  I wasn't sure how to hang a metal frame and this seemed to be my best option.

Finally, I hung up some of my necklaces.  What do you think?  It's art that serves a function.  Love that!

I wasn't in love with it and I was thinking of a way to spruce it up when......

It was late at night, Dave and I were watching Lost.  It was a particularly scary part and suddenly there was a loud ripping noise.  I started screaming and freaking out trying to figure out where the sound came from when I noticed my new project was hanging halfway off the wall.

Apparently, those nifty little stickers I bought weren't strong enough after all.  So, I took it off the wall and cut my losses.  So, now I need to think of a new cute project to put there.  I'm thinking I need something round or something ornate to counteract all the straight lines in my room.

What do you think? 

Any ideas would be greatly appreciated!

*Coming up on Because My Sister Told Me Too:

Book Reviews
Recipes
A New Saturday Project

Oh and did you all check out my guest post on I Heart Naptime?  You should!  I shared my recipe for Quinoa with Black Beans!  Yum!

Shhh.....

I lost my voice today.

Dave said he likes it better that way.

Then he said he was kidding.

I'm not so sure.....



*Small glitch in finishing the project today.  Should be done and posted tomorrow!

Faking It

Sorry for the crappy quality, obviously this picture was scanned. I'm the little one on the left.  How do you like those fuchsia pants, and too small for me sweatshirt?  What a great combo!

I'm sick.  When you're a mom being sick sucks.  I remember back in my younger days I used to enjoy being sick.  Being sick meant sleeping all day long, no school, and sympathy from family and friends.  I used to fake being sick to get out of going to school.  I loved school, don't get me wrong, but there were times I hated the kids I went to school with.  In elementary school I had glasses.  I was taller than everyone else.  I was considered one of the smart kids, a teacher's pet.  In the decade of Guess Jeans and LA Gear I wore hand-me-downs, homemade bell bottoms, and LA Gear wannabe's from Payless ShoeSource.  In short, I was a nerd.  Kids can be cruel when you don't fit in and when you don't wear the right clothes and shoes.  So school wasn't always my favorite place to be.

Yet another great example of my nerd status.  I'm sure these clothes were all hand-me-downs from the pretty sister in the striped shirt.  So, we can safely guess that they were at least a decade out of style.  Also, how do you like the coke bottle glasses that TINTED IN THE SUN.  Yes, you read that right my glasses were also sunglasses.  Yep, I was that cool!

Enter:  Faking Sick

Being the youngest of 6 kids it was really hard, if not impossible, to get away with faking sick.  My parents had pretty much seen and heard it all before.  If you were claiming that your stomach hurt, then you'd better have the vomit and/or diarrhea to prove it.  Headaches were not a reason to stay home.  You didn't get to stay home if you had the common cold.  They just sent you to school with a pocket full of toilet paper (the poor man's tissue) and Luden's throat drops (the only redeeming thing about having to go to school with a cold).  Your temperature had to be over 100 if you even expected my parents to look at the thermometer.

I remember well an incident when I was trying to convince my parents that I really was sick.  My stomach was hurting, but I wasn't throwing up and I had no fever.  It was a given that my parents wouldn't believe me if I told them I had a stomachache because I had no symptoms to prove it.  Now, before you think my parents uncaring and callous people, in their defense I really did cry wolf a lot and like the boy in the story, no one believed me when I was telling the truth.  Anyhow, back to the story.  I remember watching TV and seeing a kid hold a thermometer over a light bulb in order to fake a fever.  In desperation I put the thermometer, one of those old school glass ones that were filled with mercury, over the light bulb.  I swear that I held it there forever (it was probably more like 2 minutes) and when I checked it, it was only up 1 degree.  Well, I needed to speed up the process before my parents caught me so I went straight to the greatest source of heat in the house.  The gas stove.  I turned on one of the burners, waited for the flames to ignite, then I put that mercury filled thermometer right into the fire.

Do you know what happens to a mercury filled thermometer when you put it in fire?  Ya, it blows up. My mom heard the pop and came running.  There I was, with a broken thermometer in my hand and tears rolling down my face.  As she took in the scene I saw a smile start to form on her face.  Then she started laughing.  Through my gasping sobs I tried to explain to her that I really didn't feel good and I didn't think she would believe me because I didn't have a fever.  She turned off the burner, took the thermometer out of my hand and gathered me in a gentle hug.  She assured me that she loved me and that she believed me when I was telling her that my stomach hurt.

My accident with the thermometer has gone down in the family history books.  I am past the days of faking sick to try to get out of things.  You can't fake sick and get out of being a mother.  Sick or not, my kids still need to be fed, taken to school, and loved.  In short they need ME.  So, now instead of relishing in the sickness, I dread it.  It's no fun being sick when you're a mom.  No fun at all!