Mother Of The Year

We have a full-lengthed mirror standing against a wall in our house {vain, again, I know}.

How Logan managed to shake it until it fell on him is beyond me. Completely flattened him.

I feel horrible even still.

Oh and then yesterday I {accidentally} shut Norman's leg in the sliding door.

Now he has a broken leg.

And he's really old, so let's pray for him.

Vain?

{browsing my parent's photo booth pics}

most of them are of me.

oops.

Eating Broccoli all day.
Easy.

Drinking 8 glasses of water.
Hard.

Going to bed at 2 a.m.
Easy.

Waking up before 7:30.
Hard.

Watching {and loving} movie previews.
Easy.

Watching {and staying awake} through full-feature films.
Hard.

Kissing Logan all day.
Easy.

Feeding Logan all day.
Hard. {sometimes I forget he loves to eat every 2 hrs}

Understanding the concept, benefits, importance of visiting teaching.
Easy.

Actually going.
Hard.

Reading Alma.
Easy.

Reading the end of 2nd Nephi and Jacob 5.
Hard.

Doing laundry.
Easy.

Doing dishes.
Hard.

Grammar.
Easy.

Geometry.
Hard.

Singing in ward choir.
Easy.

Playing ladies' basketball, volleyball, softball . . . anything with a ball.
Hard.

He's A Ute, I'm A Cougar

I am married to the best man I know. He's loyal, hardworking, and down to earth.

But that red shirt changes him.

Would he criticize and swear at innocent zoobies? Never! 

But with a red shirt on? You betcha.

Would he play the "all BYU fans think they're better than everyone" card? No way.

Except when he's wearing that red shirt.

In everyday life he's the classiest of all.

But when he's wearing that red shirt? Classless.

It Pays To Associate With Rich People

So I babysit for this lady about 3-4 times a week. And she's loaded. Don't ask me how.


Aaaand she likes to throw things away.


Last week she had this really cool rug in her garbage can.


I was too proud to take it when I was there, so I did what every Hancock girl would do and got my mother to do it for me.


A Bissel steamer and a few sprays of Woolite later, it looks sweet and the best part is . . . . 


I found the exact same rug online for . . . .. . . $549. Yup. See for yourself.

{disregard the weird coffee table. it's a work in progress}

p.s. thanks mom.

Scream, Scream, Scream

That's all he's been doing. No fever, pretty happy when he's awake and playing.

I think it's another molar.

Welp, I must go take a shower so I can find refuge from all this chaos.

And I think it's been 4 days . . . things crawling in my hair. Sick.

I Think He's Adorable

My Brothers Will Never Introduce Me To Their Girls Again

So I'm sitting here listening to my family muse about my brother's halfway girlfriend who just got off her mission.

"Wow, she's so cute"

"Doesn't she just have great teeth? I think she has great teeth"

"Well, her dad IS a dentist"

"But MAN those teeth look good"

"Yeah she is just so cute"

"Where do you think they went? Somewhere romantic?"

"Oh come on, it's Dave. Doesn't she have great teeth?"

And I must admit, she IS adorable and she DOES have great teeth. GO TEAM DAVE!

Meet Norman

We picked him up last night for Logan for Christmas.

I'm not much of a dog person, but I think we've found the perfect dog.

He's small

He only has 3 teeth so he can't bite or chew on anything

I haven't heard a peep out of him - never barks

He's old so he'll just sit and cuddle for hours

He doesn't shed

He's housebroken

and Logan follows him around everywhere

Dissapointments

Yesterday, when I asked Shane's little brothers (Heath, Drew, Troy) if they would take me in if ever Shane died they all said no. Without even thinking about it.


So much for the whole brother's keeper thing.


When asked if Shane would want to marry my little sister (Buffy) if I ever died, he replied, "Shoot Dang!"


So much for loyalty.


When asked if I wanted a piece of chocolate moose pie, I leaped to my feat and slathered on the whipped cream.


So much for will power.

He's A Realist

Me: Okay, I found the cutest kitten and I've already named him and I'm gonna go pick him up today.
Shane: But where will we put his litter box, his food
Me: His name will be rooster and he's blind in one eye and Logan will love him and he's just so adorable
Shane: But who's going to take care of him while we're gone for Christmas?
Me: Uh, you're bugging me. You're squarshing my dreams. Stop being pessimistic.
Shane: I'm not pessimistic, I'm a realist.

Me: I've been finding all these tutorials on how to string popcorn to put around our tree.
Shane: What tree?
Me: Our Christmas tree - and I've been trying to collect cheap ornaments. What color scheme should we have? Eclectic?
Shane: Why are we getting a tree if we're not even gonna be here for Christmas?
Me: ... and we'll just do a star at the top instead of an angel. Remember when we talked about cutting down our own this year?
Shane: We don't NEED a tree, we're not going to be here!
Me: guhhhhh you're such a scrooge
Shane: I'm a realist.

HumBug

I have absolutely nothing of interest to give to you today, blogger.

Except that I'm SO sick of my bangs or lack thereof. I've been trying to grow them out so now they just kinda hang there and the cowlick makes things just awful.

It kinda looks like this and this mixed.

This will all change in a few minutes, though. My scissors and I have a date. Things could go very bad.

And lastly, I'd like to tell you all about my community theater experience.

I'm playing Emily in Midway's version of Christmas Carol this year. I've never seen the show, or any other Christmas Carol show in it's entirety, so I don't even really understand yet the significance of my character. Which is little to none.

And spending 13-15 hrs a week with community theater people is entertaining.

On any given rehearsal, a conversation like such could arise:

"But I you told us last time that the whirly twirls didn't come until AFTER the spinny things"

"I don't care what I said last rehearsal, just listen to what I say NOW"

"Come on, guys, we've gone over this a million times. Scrooge said 'humbug,' then you whirly twirl, you bang your cane, she skips accross the stage and THEN we do the spinny gigs"

"Just START OVER and TURN THAT MUSIC DOWN"

"I told you"

Oh, and the water at the building we rehearse in tastes like crusty pennies. And I always forget a water bottle.

Fifteen Months Old

Dearest son,

You drove me crazy this month.

You threw tantrums. You threw your food. You hit me. You wanted to be held. You couldn't sit still when I was changing your diaper.

If this month was any precursor to your teenage years COUNT. ME. OUT.

But you're still adorable. I still love it when you hug me. I still love to get you out of bed in the morning and give you baths.

I still love you, even if you don't love me.

Mom

A Testimony

A few excerpts from an old journal:
        

            10-18-04
            "I have read and devoted a lot of time into this book, and in doing so,
             have achieved an enormous sense of love and admiration and faith in
             it and for it. Because of this book, I know, without a doubt in my
             mind, that I am a daughter of God and that He loves me. I know that
             these books were written by inspired men. This knowledge has
             brought me so much comfort and joy."

p.s. if anyone hasn't read this book, let me know and I'll send you one.

A Wannabe

This week I attended some classes offered by Nicole's Classes in SLC.

I'm eating it all up and trying to learn everything I can about Illustrator and Photoshop. And I'm more than likely cheating the system by downloading the trial version of CS4 every 30 days. Sorry, Bishop. And Adobe.

CS4, how I love thee.

Nerdiness. Elevated.

The Boy Likes Sugar (Don't They All?)

A Christmas Wishlist

It's a melancholy day and I'm wishing I had Ivanka Trump's bank account and Jessica Biel's figure (and Reese Witherspoons hair, Tina Fey's sense of humor, Carrie Underwood's voice, Kate Winslet's accent, etc, etc).

A few items I'd love to introduce to my closet:

An Announcement

Pretty much all of my friends announced their second pregnancies this past month.

So, to follow suit, I have a little bit of an announcement . . . .
















Shane got me Garth tickets for Christmas (as a surprise but I found out). 3rd row.


And I cried when I found out.

Cried.

And now, dare I say, all my dreams are coming true.

Oh, and I think he's the cutest Wasatch Wasp I've ever seen.

I've Been . . .

Going crazy with a broken heater

Going to babysit two little boys everyday for a few hours (an easy job for the extra shopping money)

Going to play practice three times a week (a community play, Christmas Carol)

Going to my mom's house everyday

Wanting to go to Salt Lake for a while now

Wanting to meet my cousin's new baby, Jane 

Meaning to put the folded laundry away

Meaning to do my visiting teaching
Loving the frosty weather. Soup weather! (think positive)
Loving Midway and my ward calling "Assistant Relief Society Pianist" - ha!
Missing PR and working at an agency
Dreaming in black and white

Kissing Logan whenever I can

Booking plane tickets (Phoenix, Virginia, California, ah!)

Reading nothing

p.s. Shane's little brother could use a lot of prayers this week with his multiple surgeries. He has melanoma and they removed his lymph nodes, but still found more cancer, so they're going deeper. As of now he has a hole bigger than a golf ball in his skull. Poor guy.

Provoized

Twenty Six

Happy birthday to the wittiest, smartest and most responsible big brother a girl could ask for.

Sorry for all the bloody noses and empty gasoline tanks.

Completed

Sometimes I think about Shane.

And I think . . . how come he married a girl like me?

A girl who complains, whines, takes week long trips and spends lots of money.A girl who can't keep a secret, finds showering a total waste of time and has the patience of two-year old.

How did I get a boy like him?

A boy who comes home and cleans, who tirelessly lets me vent. An enormously mild-tempered boy who loves children, cleanliness and doing the right thing. A boy who loves to work AND play.

I hope every girl can find thier Shane.

The Island of Concrete

A few highlights:

- WICKED!!!
- Mary Poppins, In The Heights, Phantom of the Opera
- Getting bullied, shoved and chased by a homeless woman who wanted to steal my mom's water
- Waking up at 5 to go to Good Morning America
- Meeting Dr. Oz (he's so nice)
- Carmine's Pasta
- Naked Cowboy
- Daily Sephora stops to do our makeup

More pics to come . . .

p.s. I missed my boys sooooooo much. It was such a relief to see Logan safe and happy this morning.

One word to describe ny: itchy. I Don't know if its t.id cold, the atmospheric filth or my wool scarf. All three probably.

14 Months Old

Logan,

     You have become so much more than a baby this past month.  When I think back to when I first found out that you were a boy I was so excited to play ball with you and wrestle with you.  Now I am realizing how much real hapiness you bring to your mom and I.  Every day you make me smile and laugh and thank our Heavenly Father that he has sent you here to be part of our family.  The best part of my day is when I come home from work and open the door and you run to me with your arms stretched out and yell dada dada.

I love all of your games like when you feed everyone your food.  Or when you when you chase mom around the room.  It is sad to hear all of the things I miss when I am at work.  Like when you used your diapers as a stool to climb up on our bed.  I can already tell you are going to be a mischevious one.

Love,
         Dad

24 Hours

I'm going here for a girls trip with my mom and little sister.
And for my 2 followers, posting may or may not be limited. Oops, one of those followers is my mom and the other is probably my little sister, so nevermind.

Painted Rug

I read a post here and here that inspired me to try some DIYing.

I found this rug at the thrift store (of course) for $10. Well, actually my mom bought it for me so it was free.

The rug before:

The pattern (I traced it off the computer, then onto a piece of cardboards. Whitetrash style.):

So, I just rolled paint on the piece of cardboard and put it on the rug. Easy cheesy.

Rug after:


I was going to use it under my kitchen table to protect the carpet, but I'm not like totally in love with it so I'll probably just use it as an outdoor rug. We'll see. But I would like to try this again, and have the results turn out more like this:


I think next time I'll use fabric paint instead of acrylic.

Working Title

Some men may be hating this man right now, mostly because he keeps retiring and changing his mind. And because he keeps being stupendous.

I don't know much about all that.

But I do know that I like me some Farve.
And, in other news, I've decided to resurrect my love of horrible video-making and post them here.

Nothing yet, but one is in the works (don't get too excited, I nod off watching it).

Here's something Logan did today, though. I love me some Logan.

You Could Say I'm A Fan

Since I can remember, I have loved Garth Brooks.

Like, loooooved.

Like, I get ferklemped just thinking about him.

Like, I would pay four figures to see him in concert. Without batting an eye. In fact, it's number 1 on my list of things to do before I die.

If you have time, watch this and tell me he isn't the greatest entertainer to ever live.

Jeez, I can't even watch the video without tearing up.

More Evidence I'm Turning Into My Mother

I'm addicted to the thrift store.

There, I said it.

It opens on Wednesdays at 10. I'm usually there at 9:45, waiting in line with the other junkies.

I go Thursday, Friday and Saturday, too.

Mom says she had to make a rule she could only go once a week. I tried to make that rule.

But I can't stop.

p.s. Thriftery loves company. Anyone want to join me?