A Record Breaking Day

I'd like to clue you all in to a little secret of mine...I'm amazing! Yes, I am. And let me tell you why I'm so amazing. Today, I broke a record. Now, for us mom's out there whose normal record breaking abilities are confined to how many load of laundry you can fold in an hour or how many forks you can stuff into the dishwasher, these extracurricular records are like manna. And today, I exceeded even my amazing abilities.

Me, little 'ole me, who can't get enough laundry, dishes, and house cleaning done in a day to be classified as a homemaker is now holding a coveted title.

I now hold the title of "Quickest Plasma Giver".

Ever!

In all of Southern Utah!

And maybe even the world!

Thirty-two minutes and I was done! They awed at my ability. The word spread like wildfire.

"Who did it in 32 minutes?"

"I've never heard of that!"

"I've seen 33 minutes before, but never 32."

As I left they pointed and whispered, in awe of my miraculous donation speed.

And as I rounded the corner to walk out the door, I heard the most beautiful compliment:

"She must be really hydrated."

New Pictures

We had our family pictures taken last week and I'm having a hard time deciding between a couple. What do you think?

This One?

Or maybe this one?

Or this one?

Just wondering if I could get a little help from my friends on the matter. It's been a little stressful trying to decide on my own. Weigh in below....please....for the sake of the family picture wall.

If Only It Were That Easy

I thought since school was out today it would be a great time for the kids to get their rooms cleaned.

This is what we found when we went to inspect Kendal's room for any hint of cleanliness.

"I can't clean anymore because I locked myself out."

Very good thinking my dear! Too bad I have a key.

Two Is Always Better Than One

Today, I wanted to give a shout out to my sister-in-law who made my day by making me laugh..and laugh...and laugh some more.

She is pretty awesome. She has four kids. A six year old boy, a four year old girl, and a set of two year old twin girls. And, for the cherry on top, she's due for a little surprise in November.

Her kids keep her very, very busy. The twins keep her extra busy and the other two only mildly busy. But she does it {with help from her awesome husband} every day over and over and over again.

So, in true tribute form, I wanted to share a few of my favorite entries of hers. Please, join me for a laugh.

{Click on the pictures to go to the entry.}

Let's start with March 9, 2009.
Oh, this can't be good.

Now, let's head over to March 29, 2009.

Only, 20 days after the last incident.
A skirt on the head is never a good sign.



Next up is probably my very favorite.
April 28, 2009
Not even a month since the last escapade.
Can't a girl get a break?

Apparently not.


Now, May 8, 2009.
Lisa, it looks like eights and nines are not your thing.
Best to stay in bed on those days.

The lego table is a frequent topic of discussion at large family gatherings.
Sorry, Lisa.


Here, September 9th, 2009 she gives us a run down of a few of her more memorable hair-pulling moments.
What a saint!
Twins are fun!


And lastly, today's entry.
I'm not going to lie.
I laughed.
For awhile.
I'm going to just give you a sneak peak, because the full horror of the situation might be more than you can take.
So, here you go.
October 14, 2009
{Looks like fours aren't your thing either.}

Lisa and Dave, we love you and we know that when you die, there will be a special heaven reserved just for you.

Where the pantries have locks, the couches don't have zippers and there are no Lego tables.

Bill and The Wheelchair Gang

This morning Derek came in early, about 5:50 and said his truck wouldn't start. It sounded like he was out of gas but he had a half a tank yesterday. So then I got to thinking and figured that someone had come in the middle of the night and siphoned the gas out of his tank {yes, I'm SO logical very early in the morning} and then I started to think about Bill and The Wheelchair Gang.

Bill was an older man and our next door neighbor in our last house. When we moved in, we didn't realize that Bill came with the house. He lived in the low-income houses next door and he wasn't allowed to smoke outside his own house {or he'd get kicked out}, so he'd park his wife's wheelchair {he could walk perfectly fine} outside our house and smoke. At first I was a little annoyed, but then we grew to love Bill.

Bill's wife was really, really sick so Bill would stay up nights to take care of her and sleep during the day. So, every night he'd park outside our house and smoke. What had become an annoyance became something we were grateful for. We knew that if anything bad were to happen in the middle of the night, Bill would be there watching to make sure we were safe. When we went on vacation, we knew Bill was there watching.

One time one of Derek's friends came to put a funny bumper sticker on his car late at night. Bill was watching and told him that he was going to call the police on him. Derek's friend had to come up and knock on our door to prove that he was a friend of ours. Bill was good like that.

A few years after we moved in, Bill was joined by two others. Each used their wife's wheelchair, none of them needed it. From that, the Wheelchair Gang was born. Parked outside, smoking lazily, they fought crime everyday. From little boys peeing outside to scary people trolling through the neighborhood they were there and we felt safe.

So, when Bill's wife died and he moved away, we felt lonely. For years I'd wished away the cigarette smoke and then when the Wheelchair Gang broke up I was sad.

Especially this morning, when I wished Bill was there smoking and watching.

Come Run With The Chef

I've decided to forgo our "Get Ready For Christmas Friday" for this week. I've been so busy, as evidenced by the mountains of laundry that have taken up residence on my couch {no, it's not for sitting on, that's where I store my laundry}, that I haven't even had a chance to look for awesome Christmas presents online.

So, instead I'm going to talk about my husband, The Chef. The Chef is running a marathon on Saturday. That's right! Twenty six point two miles. That is so long. Now, I had told him last year that I would love {that's right, love...what was I thinking?} to run the marathon with him. Sadly {or not} the doctor told me I had a strained lateral and right meniscus {that's a part of your knee that shouldn't be strained}. Sadly, I knew my days of being his running support {I really don't think I was much support} were over {darn}.

But, he is running! On Saturday! And the kicker? He's blogging about it from the race! While he's running! I AM the luckiest woman alive! My man can run AND blog. Take that all you non-blogging-runners! But, I really don't want him to be alone. So, take a visit {The DeCaffeinated Chef} and leave him some love. {We don't want him to be without love and have to be picked up by our neighbor, The Nurse, and brought in by truck. Embarrassing!}

{Oh, and I would really, really, really love it if any of you that wouldn't mind, would link to him too! For The Chef!}