" We may one day have to stand alone, but we will not change or lower our standards or change our course."

-President Boyd K. Packer.

Copy Cat

Although I really try, sometimes my "potty words" get the best of me and something slips. And almost always one of my kids is there to hear it and then despite all my efforts they end up repeating it at the worst possible moment. Well last week I was getting ready to sit down at the computer and do some homework when I realized that the power in the office wasn't working. Hmmmm. So after about 30 minutes of trying to figure out what was wrong I called an electrician to come look at it and decided to move the computer (desk and all) into my bedroom and while I'm doing this of course I smash my toe. Immediately all sorts of profanity comes spewing out of my mouth and start hopping around and cursing anything that happens to be in the way at that moment. Little did I know that miss Halli was in the other room and heard it all. So fast forward to Sunday and we are sitting in church. Halli is next to me coloring on a piece of paper when she drops her crayon and it rolls onto the floor. She hops down and climbs under the bench to retrieve it and on her way back up she smacks her head and guess what comes out of her mouth? Not just one potty word but a big old train of 'em. At least people found the humor in it right? So now that she has picked up a few new vocabulary words she wants to know why they are dirty words and what they all mean. This will be fun.....................

Bronco Nation

I have never in my life seen so many people so devout to a football team! It is crazy. When we moved to Boise we were already BSU football fans but I had no idea how seriously people take it around here. Let me just tell you on the first home game day of the season the ENTIRE town is blue and orange. Poor Tayson was the only kid in school who was not in his BSU gear last year. Fans deck out their houses, cars, dogs, babies,hair, nails, lawn mowers and anything within a 10 mile radius in the festive colors of blue and orange. (seriously) And on game day if you are not found in your Boise State T-shirt you better just stay inside! These people are religiously loyal, like the girl on campus who gave me a disgusted look as I got out of my car (which proudly displays a BYU logo) on my way to class.

I have to say that deep down I think my blood will always be cougar blue but over the last year and a half I think I've "caught the fever." It's totally contagious! It all started when I enrolled for fall semester at the one and only Boise State University. I had to repeatedly convince my dad that I would not allow myself to be brainwashed by these crazy bronco's ( he's a cougar fan).

Well it doesn't take much for that football team to win your heart. So I decided it was time to come clean and confess........... Deep breath............... ok here we go......... I AM OFFICIALLY A CRAZY BOISE STATE FOOTBALL FAN! There I said it. (sorry dad)

So on game days you will find me in my BSU T-shirt, blue hair, orange toe nails, and decked out lawn mower cheering on the best football team in the COUNTRY!!!!!

GOOOOOOO BRONCOS!!!!!

The Forgotten Man

Dr. Seuss

"If ever a time should come, when vain and aspiring men shall possess the highest seats in government, our country will stand in need of its experienced patriots to prevent its ruin."
Samuel Adams

I do not like this Uncle Sam, I do not like his health care scam. I do not like these dirty crooks, or how they lie and cook the books. I do not like when Congress steals, I do not like their secret deals. I do not like this speaker Nan , I do not like this 'YES, WE CAN'. I do not like this spending spree--- I'm smart, I know that nothing's free. I do not like your smug replies, when I complain about your lies. I do not like this kind of hope. I do not like it. nope, nope, nope! Go green - recycle Congress in 2010!

You have got to be kidding me!

This is an extremely rough draft I did for my English class blog. Enjoy!

Today as I sat down and started to think about what I wanted to write about this week my mind wandered back to a time when my kids were a bit younger and I had what I suspect was a tiny emotional break down. Now looking back I think about this day and re-tell it to people for some comic relief because honestly it's absolutely hilarious. At the time, not so much though.

It all started the morning after I had just finished painting my sons new bedroom set red. Yes red. All day long I slaved out in the garage painting away while Halli (then 3) tried to get her hand, foot, nose, any body part she could into the paint can. She succeeded a few times but all in all I would call the day a success. So after putting the kids to bed I hammered on the lid to the paint can and hid it on the very top shelf of the pantry in the back. ( I had to get on a chair just to get it up there) Fast forward to the following morning at about 6:30 am. Through blurry, sleep eyes I see my 3 year old princess jumping on my bed and guess what? She has something red ALL OVER HER! Somehow the little stinker figured out where I had hid the paint and gotten into it. But how? At this point I'm starting to panic thinking about the mess that would be all over downstairs in my brand new kitchen. ( I didn't mention that this was our new home we had just moved into) Anyway - I slowly got out of bed and crept down the stairs like I was stalking a burgeler or something. When I finally got up the courage to peek around the corner into the kitchen I wished I hadn't There was red paint EVERYWHERE! You know when a cartoon depicts an angry person and steam starts coming out of their ears? That was me. I came to the conclusion based on the crime scene that she had tried to pull the paint can down and dropped it causing the lid to pop off and red paint to splatter on every available surface in reach. After calling my Mom to come take my precious baby away for a while and give me a chance to calm down and clean up I started working like crazy to clean up the mess. While I am doing this my sweet little darling climbed onto the counter and dumped by glass of Coke onto the keyboard of my brand new $2500.00 lab top computer. ( It was destroyed) At this point I'm considering pulling my hair out cause honestly YOU HAVE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! So now I am scrubbing my kitchen floor so the paint doesn't dry to it and holding a blow dryer over my computer in a feeble attempt to save it's life. Now my hands are really tied. About 15 minutes later I go looking for my cell phone to call my Mom and find out what the heck is taking so long, I'm going crazy here! Well what-a you know, I can't find my phone anywhere. Can this day get any worse? Bad question to ask. After 20 minutes of searching I walk into the bathroom and the floor is sopping wet? What the crap is going on now? The toilet is clogged with big lego's Halli had tried to flush and betcha can't guess? My cell phone. (For some reason my husband didn't add on the $3 extra a month water insurance to our plan) All you mothers out there can probably relate a bit when I say I was a little more than pissed off! I think this is the point that I started to cry. FINALLY my Mom shows up and finds me curled up in the corner of my bedroom holding a blow dryer to my computer sobbing, and a red paint massacre in the kitchen which my daughter is still covered in head to toe. Of course all Mom can say she is, "Oh dear". After a few chugs of Coke and some coercing I'm finally ready to go back down stairs and finish the kitchen. And just when I'm finally starting to calm down I hear my mom say, "What happened to your wall honey?" Do I even want to know what she's talking about? Probably not but too late now. At some point during all of the chaos sweet little Halli found a bottle of florescent pink finger nail polish and decided it would be fun to draw a picture on my freshly painted wall. Now if any of you have ever had to get nail polish off of something it usually takes off a coat of the paint underneath it too, which resulted in repainting the entire wall.

So after a LONG day of scrubbing the floor, fighting with the phone company, unclogging the toilet, saying goodbye to my new computer, and re-painting the wall, my husband came home to a wife who looked like she'd been standing in a hurricane on the coast of Florida and was seriously considering taking up drinking. Why do I tell this story again? Because It makes days like today seem like a cake walk. And to give you a good laugh.

Life just keeps on movin!

It has been quite a while since I had a minute to sit down and do something other than homework so I thought I'd take a minute to let ya'll know what we've been up to. Nick has been busy workin and breaking his way onto the law enforcement scene. He just got hired on to work at the corrections facility up here in Boise and will be P.O.S.T certified in six months. I never thought I'd be married to a police officer but what do ya know. He is really excited about it all and I just hope I can get some sleep on the nights he's working graves...... I'm a worrier. I guess I'll have to get over that her pretty quick. As for me well, in June I got this grand idea that I wanted to be a doctor so I went back to school this fall at Boise State. Go Broncos! I don't know if I'll actually make to all the way to medical school but I figure it's a worthy goal right? I'm finishing my bachelors in Nursing and we'll go from there :) For the first time in my life I actually love school. Strange what a few years will do. I also love being home during the day with Halli. All my classes are at night so I get to spend the day with her and Tayson. I love it!

Tayson just turned seven last Saturday and has developed an obsession with Indiana Jones. It's quite hilarious actually. You can find him running around with his "indie" hat on and his whip in hand humming the theme song which he actually does quite well. It's pretty funny. He's also now a first grader and thinks is assanine that he has to go to school every day. I told him to get used to it because he's got at least another twelve years. All in all he's an awesome kid and I love being his mom.

Halli is busy now in Gymnastics class and dressing barbies and running around in high heels. If ever there was a deffinition of Girl Halli is it. She loves to dress up and put on my makeup but ironically can often be found playing in the dirt out in the backyard. She is my minnie me!

All in all things good.