tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-174565072012-02-20T00:04:36.367-06:00Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.comBlogger5841100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-9499223067617962692009-06-10T18:48:00.003-05:002009-06-10T19:46:26.349-05:00

I've moved.Seriously.It took a lot of effort on my part, but it's now done.Now you need to make some effort on your part.Just a few clicks, that's all. Don't be shy.Do it. You know you want to.You can see me here from now on.Though I'll probably be back to pick up on you stragglers, because I'm just that nice.And for you people with private blogs, if you could please send me an email so I can

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We went camping up in Wisconsin. Again. I love it up there. The green everywhere, the lakes everywhere, the rednecks everywhere, it's like home sweet home. Friday was beautiful. We spent the afternoon on the sandy shores of Lake Wisconsin, letting the little ones frolic in the shallows. After a picnic lunch, getting sunburned like no other, and a quick nap for Gretta, we headed back to the

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I'm not an "in charge" kind of person. I like being told what to do. I don't deal well with authority figures, and I second guess myself a lot when it comes to reporting to people above me. Surprising, I know. I think it stems from my inability to be serious about anything. Ever. Authority figures seem to take my sarcastic tone in a bad way. Why on earth would they do that? I digress.I was

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Last night was a big deal around here. In our married life we've often done things we swore we'd never do. Owned a minivan, dressed our kids in cartoon character clothes, gone to bed angry, and other things along those same lines. We also said we would never, ever take our kids back to Chuck-E-Cheese. We took Emma once when she was like 2, and it was a miserable experience. But last night we

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Does anyone see a problem here? I guess it's good they teach speech there, and not reading. Happy Friday!

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Maggie had her dance recital on Thursday night. She was so excited to wear her costume, and to wear make-up. She did an awesome job, so without further ado, I give you the review. They each got trophies with their names on them. So adorable.Striking a pose in her "Perfect Day" routine.The group shot.And the picture before she sweated off her make up and her piggies fell out. On another note,

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This was also a bittersweet Memorial Day. Normally I spend the afternoon at the cemetery for the Veterans tribute, and then meet up for lunch at Julie's house. I wasn't there last year, and it didn't really faze me.This year I would have had a better reason to visit. Here are some shots of the headstone that I totally jacked from my sisters blog. Thanks, Jill. The headstone is granite, and it

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So we went camping this last weekend. And by "we" I mean 6 adults and 6 kids, all crammed into our trailer. Headed up to Wisconsin, near Madison. It was beautiful. 'Cept we stayed at the ghettoest trailer park ev.er. They had a golf cart parade. Which would be awesome, had we been staying anywhere near a golf course. But the people driving these carts were toothless and drunk, and pretty

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-71716714492973467972009-05-20T10:30:00.004-05:002009-05-20T10:34:15.042-05:00

This is a little early, but I won't be around for the regular FFF. Here you go.It's like "Okay" but with a "B". Okay, then.Oh, and this same place also sells Webkinz. Strange combination, no?

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Oy vey, people. I cannot make it through another night like last night. Or the night before, for that matter. Pacing around the house, trying everything to keep my legs busy so they won't drive me crazy! I have restless legs syndrome. Go ahead, laugh. I do. What a stupid name for a miserable problem! It sounds so stupid, like having blinking eyes syndrome, or beating heart syndrome. But it

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Well, unfortunately the camp out was canceled on Friday night due to extremely bad weather. Like as in Tornado-bad weather. That is one thing I will never get used to out here, is watching the skies during a storm and praying we don't hear the tornado sirens. It was supposed to be the father's and sons camp out on Friday night, and then the girls and I were going to meet up with Sugar Daddy and

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-22398869691095161122009-05-15T11:49:00.003-05:002009-05-15T11:53:08.774-05:00

This is Noma. Or Oma, as Gretta likes to say.She'll be joining our family on August 3rd. We are very glad she said yes. I guess we've all fooled her into thinking we're a cool enough family so she'll want to become one of us. I wonder how long it will take her to figure us out? ;)Congratulations, Dad and Noma. We love you.

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We're going away this weekend. It's a very exotic-like vacation, so don't be too jealous. You see, we're taking the trailer out. Finally. We used it once last year. Sad, but since I was in Utah the entire summer, we didn't really have the opportunity to use it. Trust me, if I had my choice, I would have loved to have used it every weekend last summer. If only.....But alas, things change.

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Emma had her talent show last week. Yes, I'm just barely getting around to posting. Sorry, things have been crazy. Gretta was puking all day yesterday, and today so far, so yesterday's post didn't happen. I give you Emma.Moments after performing. I love the braids, don't you?In the midst of her performance for the parents. She did such a good job. She practiced hard, and had a lot of fun,

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There has been an eruption of vomit at her house. She is busy cleaning it up, soothing the sad baby, and making sure enough fluids are taken in. Please check back tomorrow. Hopefully the patient will be fully recovered by then. Thank you for your patience.

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I have to admit, I was dreading Mother's Day. I had these horrible feelings conjured up, and I was certain they would take over and drown me in sorrow. I was wrong.I had a great day. A little sadness, of course, but nothing like I had anticipated. Luckily, part of the reason for that is living outside of Utah, the Mother's Day church service wasn't a sappy song and dance meant just to make

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-24086268646565303112009-05-08T11:22:00.002-05:002009-05-08T11:34:08.060-05:00

Thanks to Sugar Daddy's side of the family, international visitation has risen significantly on my blog. I now receive visitors from Oslo, and Paris. These are in addition to the visits I've already been receiving from Brasilia, and La Paz. I feel very cool right now.

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I couldn't possibly do a Fun For Friday today, what with Mother's Day Week coming to an end. I have to reflect back on last years post, and I realize now that I was prompted to write all these wonderful things about my mom. I miss her so much. More than any word can describe. I miss the safety net she was, I miss the comfort of normalcy that I had before she died. I miss her smile, her hugs,

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I'm skipping today's Mother's Day Week post in lieu of something much more important. Emma's talent show is today. She performs for the school today, and for the parents later tonight. She has braids in her hair, and looks adorable. She's a little nervous. I'm a lot nervous. I want her to totally rock it. I know she will. But I'm still a lot nervous.

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May 7, 2008There are so many reasons I love being a mother. The more I think about it, the more my joy swells. Mostly I just love that I have this job, with basically no prior skills, and I feel like it is a natural fit. Even though I'm not the most nurturing, huggy touchy feely mother, I feel like teaching my kids to do things on their own, and stand up for themselves is just as important as

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-21246175531684901342009-05-04T08:41:00.002-05:002009-05-04T08:46:48.745-05:00

Last year I did posts for each day during the week before Mother's Day. This year I'm doing it again. As in, I'm copying and pasting my posts from last year. I'm so motivated. Honestly, it has a lot more to it than that. I'm seriously dreading Mother's Day this year. I don't have a mother anymore. I don't have her to call and say "I love you" to, or in my case, apologize for being the

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-50912143574876416292009-05-01T10:34:00.003-05:002009-05-01T10:47:53.757-05:00

This Friday brings a different sort of fun. I had the pleasure of interviewing miss Allison Averett Westenskow, of Gilbert, AZ. She and I go way back. Well, sort of. Her mom was my piano teacher back in the day. She taught better than I learned for sure. But I did stick with piano because of her, and now I can play fairly well. But I digress.Allison and I have reconnected through blogs.

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Did I give birth recently?I don't recall.But I must have, because Sugar Daddy came home with these beauties.Only the second time in our entire marriage that I have gotten flowers without needing a C-Section first.The other time was when we were fighting pretty good.This time, no reason.I'm suspicious.*also, see here for the latest article.

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Spring was here. For one day, and one day only. We enjoyed a day of relaxing on the patio while the girls frolicked in the sprinkler. I had a big refreshing beverage, a salad from Chili's, and a bestie to chit chat with, and life was good. I garnered some sun on my arms, a little on my face, and the kids tanned nicely as well. And then the next day came, and the rains came down. And down,

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-71574007431162702352009-04-28T09:27:00.003-05:002009-04-28T09:33:24.243-05:00

Well, it's official people. I'm a working gal. After exploring many, many avenues of what I would like to be when I grow up, I've decided to try something new. Again. This time, though, I can do it from home, I can express my opinion freely, and I get paid. Okay, so it's pretty much like a blog, only with a paycheck. But still, there's a paycheck. Did I mention that part yet? Seriously,

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While I was in the Motherland, Sugar Daddy went all good-little-wifey on me, and took the girls to the city to see the Field Museum. Last year we had an annual pass to the aquarium, so this year he got us a pass to the museum. The kids loved it, and they didn't even get to see it all in their trip down there. Gretta showing off her newest face. The girls in front of some sort of dinosaur. I'm

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-67103683585519763252009-04-24T07:51:00.001-05:002009-04-24T07:56:39.767-05:00

This is probably much more fun for me than it is for you. Either way, it's pretty dang fun. Student of the Month. I freakin love this kid. Happy Friday!

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My Maggie is a crack up. She loves TV. Pretty much any cartoon, or Disney show, will hold her attention for hours. She likes to be mellow, and keep the excitement to a minimum. But there is one show that will get her out of bed at 6:00 AM, and this show will keep her mesmerized until the very end, even if she's seen it a million times. A Baby Story on TLC. Seriously, she's obsessed. I don't

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Happy birthday to my nephew, Eli. He's 5, and dang cute. I love him. He has a funny way of speaking, and he is very spunky. I could probably eat him, if I could catch him. Happy day, dude. I Love You!

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I'm back. I know, you're thrilled beyond belief. The Motherland was great, and warm, and not Chicago, so I was a happy camper. Add to that that all the sibs were together, and there was no stopping the fun. So for your pleasure I give you bullets. Driving myself to the airport at 5AM. I'm such a big girl. The bumpiest flight I've ever been on. But "Yes Man" was on, and it distracted me

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Keli can't come to the blog right now. She is away enjoying a beautiful Spring day. She is celebrating the great weather by purchasing a new outfit from Old Navy, and picking up a back yard full of a winter's worth of dog poop. Please check back next week when she returns with wonderful stories of family crack-ups, and probably some drama, too. Also, if you could please head over to Terrill's

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I have to admit something. I have a crush. On a girl. Okay, it's a crush on several girls, but either way, writing it out loud makes me feel a lot better. Seriously though, These women are intriguing to me. I'm sure they get that a lot since they're famous, but they are out there in the public eye, so it's an occupational hazard. Now don't go sending me the latest lesson on same gender

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I totally understand if you're sick of seeing Easter glee on every. single. blog. you read, so if you choose to just skip over mine, I won't be offended, I promise. But my kids are the cutest of them all. So now you know. Aaaand, that was Easter. Too much candy, good times with great friends, and a great Stake Conference on Easter Sunday, unusual, but wonderful, since we were able to hear from

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-82952987953646836202009-04-10T11:24:00.001-05:002009-04-10T11:24:59.714-05:00

This truck really gets around. Have a happy Friday!

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Recently I've come across a few products that I feel deserve a review. Some good, some bad, some just down right ugly.First up, CVS brand diapers. These were on sale, and with the ECB's I got back on them, coupled with the ECB's I already had, they ended up being free. How could I not try out free diapers? After a few days of dealing with soaked pants, and changing sheets each morning, I give

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I've had a good couple of days. Actually, it's been about a week and things are still good. But I can feel a change. I can feel the mood sinking. I'm fighting it with everything I've got. I think it will pass, so I have to stay motivated and just work through it. I think a lot of my mood change is coming from comparisons. I've started comparing my life with the way I perceive the lives of

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This last weekend is all a blur. I think the fact that it was preceded by a week of Spring Break for Emma, which means staying up late, eating junk food, and the like, made it seem like a strange weekend. Then Conference came, no church of course, and that only added to the strangeness. I did love conference, though. Did any of you listen to Saturday's morning session? They sang "Consider

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-90980657909573088672009-04-03T06:09:00.000-05:002009-04-03T06:09:00.411-05:00

Isn't this a little like building a John Denver Regional Airport, or a Michael Jackson Children's Hospital?

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* To a Craigslist near you. It's going for good. ** And really, people. As if. Can you imagine crazy me being a mother again? I think not.

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-16730326783109338132009-03-31T06:43:00.000-05:002009-03-31T06:43:00.237-05:00

Do you think the Lord will judge us for not forwarding in emails that tell us He wants us to? Do you think there is an email reconciliation room in the Spirit World that looks through our history to see how many spiritual emails we received, and just deleted? And then will we be judged accordingly?Man, I hope not.

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She made it. My kid made the school talent show. I'm thrilled. She has potential, for sure, and I love that someone else recognizes this as well.And I just booked a ticket to Utah for the middle of April. Just me, myself, and I. No kiddies. I kid you not. (I crack me up.) SugarDaddy is taking a couple of days off to daddysit, and I'm taking a couple of days for myself. I technically

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-66538902551127468732009-03-26T14:30:00.004-05:002009-03-30T23:00:30.154-05:00

Last night for enrichment night we had a real treat. A man in our Ward is a retired chef from several restaurants in Chicago, including some Country Clubs. He's studied under Classic American chefs, German chefs, and Italian chefs, and brings a little of each to the table. He so graciously agreed to host our cooking class, and wow, did we have a great time.He taught us how to make 3 simple

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-83698876771224120082009-03-25T15:56:00.003-05:002009-03-30T23:01:06.422-05:00

I wanted to go out today, I really did. I wanted to take Maggie to speech, and then let her have a play date at Duyah's house while she and I lamented over Organic something or other, and let loose our stresses and medication woes, and the fact that Spring wants to be here, it really does, but there seems to be some giant elastic band holding it back, back, back, readying it for a final release

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-27186373641779123162009-03-24T10:16:00.003-05:002009-03-30T23:01:41.393-05:00

I woke up feeling good today. I know! It's a miracle. I think part of it had to do with the fact that I took 3 Klonopin before I went to bed, ahhh, drug induced sleep, and part of it has to do with the fact that Emma has her school talent show try-outs today. I have a little nervous energy by proxy, I guess.So I needed to keep busy this morning. I wasn't in the mood for a shower yet, so I

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-42492445232561241842009-03-23T10:00:00.003-05:002009-03-30T23:01:53.097-05:00

Have I mentioned before how I have great friends? Well, I do. And in the midst of the hard times I've been going through, I received a little package. Inside was a bracelet, note and a poem from a sweet friend of mine. She makes and sells these bracelets, all made for special occasions and special purposes. Please visit her site here and let her know how much her words mean to you.The

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-5947008687067307602009-03-21T13:23:00.002-05:002009-03-30T23:02:05.875-05:00

My sister Troy married his lovely wife, and our now adopted other sister Kelli on this day in 1995. Wow. The 90's. How very 90's.Good choice, Troy.

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This week's fun for Friday might not seem fun to you, but it was for me.Last night was our Temple night. As I sat in the waiting room alone, reading and crying, surprise surprise, a woman walked by the doorway. I vaguely saw her out of the corner of my eye. I did notice, however, that she stopped and backed up to look at me through the doorway.Of course I looked up, and to my amazement, it was

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Sugar Daddy loves his meat loaf. And I've learned to make it just the way he likes it. But last time I made it, he was bragging about it at work, and someone told him they stuff theirs with Mozzarella cheese. Of course, Sugar Daddy can't turn down anything cheese-stuffed, so I had to try it.Behold, the slice of cheese stuffed meat loaf. It really was quite good, although a little cheesy for

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People. Can I have your attention please?Now, we all know that I have been going through an extremely, uh, bumpy patch the last few weeks, right? Right. Okay. Well, it has lightened enough that I can now function semi-normally. I'm sure this has nothing to do with the meds, and everything to do with the fact that my MIL has sworn on her life that she will indeed call me every.single.night

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Happy St. Paddy's Day! Today I'm getting my green on by making a delish dinner of corned beef and cabbage. Hopefully all will turn out well.So go get some green on, or don't be surprised when a stranger pinches you on the tushie.

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I am the proud new owner of a new nephew. Head over here and check him out. He's a cutie.

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This last weekend we decided we needed a change of scenery. I myself needed a change in a bad way. So at the last minute, we rented a condo and headed up to the Wisconsin Dells. For those of you not in the know, The Dells, as the locals call it, is home to the most and biggest indoor water parks in the world. Or as I like to say, "The Dells, a way to stay pasty white all year 'round!"

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Friday Fun shows an evolution of a Shih-Tzu when Sugar Daddy gets a hold of clippers and a wild hair up his butt.Before. Fuzzy, unable to see where she was going, but warm.Mid-cutting. I could have spun that fur into thread and sewn something from it, I'm sure. Maybe Shih-Tzu's are more practical than Alpaca's.After. One.Very.Naked.Dog.She hasn't been able to get warm for three days now. She

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-67295084891674788002009-03-11T21:52:00.002-05:002009-03-30T23:05:57.336-05:00

If you have a girl in your life, and you want her to look pretty, head over here, and enter the giveaway I have going on in my other shop. Trust me, it's worth it.And if you don't win, you can still buy some. 4 clippies for $5. $5, people. Even in this crappy economy you have to admit that's a pretty killer deal.And as a heads up, keep checking often, because we have some wicked cute onesies

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I have good friends.No, I have great friends.While in the midst of this horrible depression, I was on the receiving end of several selfless deeds by said friends.First, Dubya took my kids all day on Monday so I could run several errands. One of which was getting my windshield fixed, which would have been a complete nightmare had I been toting 3 kids around with me. Thank you, Dubya.Next, J-Lo,

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As neighbor Kate and I sat at our craft show, not selling anything, we were discussing getting new clothes. I have this little problem as of late, where my jeans seem to be hanging off me. I'm not complaining, by the way. But I'm not a perfect size 6 like she is, so I was telling her how hard it is for us "full figured gals" to find good fitting jeans. I had previously told her that one of my

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The other day, Gretta woke up from her nap and she was soaked. Sometimes this happens when she falls asleep in the car, and I can actually move her into her crib without her awakening. The problem with this is that the diaper she is wearing usually needs changing, but no way in Heck am I tempting nap fate with that one. It's just a risk I'm willing to take.So she's wet. I change her, and her

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This weeks entry comes from Ken, of Michelle and Ken. He has some pretty funny stories from his various rotations throughout medical school. We were discussing funny names one night, and he came up with this one. He wrote it out and asked if any of us could figure out how to pronounce it.Just so you know, I failed miserably. But you should totally try.Here it is.La-Ah.Happy Friday!* Okay, I

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The other day I made a killer lasagna. My trick? Rinse the cottage cheese, then drain it through a tea towel to make it nice and crumbly. Then add it to the Ricotta, with a beaten egg and some Parmesan. Delish.But it was killer in another way, as well.You see, I like to eat leftovers for lunch, and I was so excited to have a slice of this tasty cheesy treat yesterday. I microed it, covered

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Gretta received a package in the mail the other day. She was instantly in heaven. Although, after seeing what was in the package, I think Maggie was just as thrilled.All the girls showing off together.And here it is. The ultimate dress up dress. Aunt Kelli and Aunt Troy are the best. They know exactly what will get Gretta going. She carried it around for a good 10 minutes before Maggie

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I can't get a grip today. There will be lots of tears today. I can tell when it starts out first thing in the morning that things are just going to go downhill, and fast.It started last night. I had just settled in for a nice book and a warm blanket, when Sean came calling me downstairs for a surprise. Of course I couldn't resist, so I marched down there with much anticipation. I had

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com20tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-6587802506743028912009-03-02T15:44:00.003-06:002009-03-30T23:13:11.435-05:00

My kid has strep. Again. This is like the bajillionth time in the last year and a half or so. I'm really really really tired of 10 day antibiotics. I'm also tired of her screaming through a penicillin shot, and then doing 10 days of antibiotics on top of that. I'm hoping she'll be getting her tonsils out within the year. But we'll see.So, on that note, I'll be back tomorrow with something

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-86398831748714502352009-02-27T06:53:00.001-06:002009-03-30T23:13:23.141-05:00

Remember this movie? I queued it from Netflix, and the day it came it got watched 3 times. We've had it for 3 weeks, and I think someone has watched at least part of it every single day since.I'm just so glad to see great flicks like this get passed on to the next generation.Happy Friday!

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Gretta has taken to a nifty new habit as of late. She thinks every pair of shoes left unfilled or unattended can be used as her new toy. She started out with "Moots Boots" the other day. As she clomped around in Maggie's boots, she kept repeating, incessantly, "Moots boots, Moots boots," until I wanted to pull my hair out. For the uninitiated, Maggie's middle name is Moots, and Gretta thinks

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I realized yesterday that it's been a while since I posted any pics. I guess my thoughts have gotten better of me than my camera has. But here is some proof that I do indeed take pictures most days. I just don't get around to uploading and posting them like I should. Bear with me.Emma playing dress up with Mags. This is a pretty rare occurrence around our house these days. Emma is growing

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This weeks theme over at I heart faces is Black and White. I just love this picture of Gretta. It was taken right after we got her ears pierced. So cute. You can barely see she has one teeny tiny tooth coming in on the bottom.So go here and check out the other entries.

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Take a wander over to my other blog and enter a contest to win some cute clippies. The directions are over there, and be sure and comment over there for your entries.Good Luck!

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Last night was a strange night. First of all, with 1 PM church time, I don't get my usual Sunday nap in anymore, and that just puts me in a strange mood to begin with. But after church, and a delicious meal of Laura's chicken enchiladas, we settled in for a view of Amazing Race. As I hunkered down under the blankets, I got that no so fresh feeling. Ewww. I hate that. So up to bed I went. I

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-39913638704676997372009-02-20T10:33:00.002-06:002009-03-30T23:17:58.379-05:00

I am posting a Friday Fun today, but there is no picture. There is only pure joy. My kid got a root canal this morning, and she didn't even cry! This is a big deal, since she got us kicked out of the last dentists office.I am so proud.

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Yesterday brought a visit to La Dentista. The dentist, for you English speakers. I hate the dentist. It hurts to go to the dentist. I don't care what they do, it hurts. The X-Rays hurt when they make you bite into that piece of rubber that is so carefully placed to scrape its sharp edges against your delicate gums. The cleaning hurts when they take freezing cold water and aim it at your

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I'm giving in, and doing an I heart faces contest. I'm such a sheep. Here's my entry. It better win. Wink wink.Go here and see all the entrants.

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Homemade Fun:The first five people to respond to this post will get something made by me! My choice. For you. This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:1. I make no guarantees that you will like what I make! But you probably will...I'm just saying.2. What I create will be just for you.3. It'll be done this year. That gives me a good 10 1/2 months to get it done!4. It will be a

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-19466756594420453682009-02-16T09:32:00.003-06:002009-03-30T23:20:07.736-05:00

Thank you, dear President's past. I love getting a Monday off school. Not that I go to school, but my kids do, and that means I get to sleep in. I love my sleep.So thank you for being super, and earning us all a day off. You rule(d).

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Happy Valentines Day.I got a PajamaGram delivered last night. The shirt says "I'm with Cupid" I find it funny.All Sugar Daddy gets is me. Moody, bitchy, bloated, ornery me. He better take it and like it.

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Take a little field trip on over to our Cancer Sucks! blog. I've posted a new fun thing, and also redone the template, it's much more appropriate now. See what you think.

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Today is a big day. My sweet little niece turns 2. She and Gretta could be twins; but not by looks. They couldn't look more different. Gracie is chubby and dark, mellow and cuddly. Gretta isn't any of those things. But the way they talk, cry, squeak, and pad barefoot across the floor, you wouldn't be able to tell them apart. I miss that Gracie. Here are a couple of shots of her I ran

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-26673129303361282252009-02-12T08:01:00.003-06:002009-03-30T23:23:07.551-05:00

Last night I had a dream. I have a history of having vivid, strange dreams, but ever since I've switched medications they have gotten more vivid. And strange.I mean, aside from the usual dreams of teeth falling out, drowning in a puddle of door knobs, or even the occasional "happy" dream, things have gotten much, much worse. Or better, I guess it depends on your perspective.But last nights

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See here to win a new pair of See Kai Run shoes. Neighbor Kate won these last Spring, and they are ad.or.able.

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We all know I'm in the running for mother of the year, right? I'm pretty sure I'll win after this one.The other day, I was back and forth and back and forth at neighbor Kate's house, in a futile attempt at perfecting our latest business venture. This back and forthing meant there were a few moments here and there when Gretta and Maggie were home alone. Not a big deal, since I was literally

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-56762667174214278162009-02-10T07:58:00.003-06:002009-03-30T23:25:06.417-05:00

This kid totally cracks me up. She has a thing for water. I guess she's like me that way. As soon as I see a lake or a pool, something inside me just wants to get in and swim. There is just some pull to the water. This is why I say I want to be a sea otter when I grow up.Anyhoo, Gretta has long been a fan of the tub. The second she hears the bath water run, she is up the stairs, shirt off,

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We were able to have Ken and Michelle and their two cute girls over for the weekend. It is nice having some family close enough that we can crash at each others houses on random occasions. Ken had an early interview in the City on Friday, so Michelle and I stayed home and watched the kids play. And by play, I mean fight. To the death. It was like total WWF around here. Our little 2 year

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-8307829706194680742009-02-06T09:10:00.004-06:002009-03-30T23:26:00.987-05:00

Click on over to my little bow store, and have a look. Neighbor Kate and I have been making and selling bows and clippies for the last 9 months or so. We are just so creative like that.And on another note, it's Kate's birthday today, so head over to her blog and wish her a happy day.

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We visited the dentist yesterday. Maggie has her first cavity growing on her back tooth, and it was getting to the point where I could see it growing worse every day. So we headed off to the dentist's office. It's a decent amount of time in the car to get there, so as we drove, Emma, who is now big enough to ride in the front seat, and I had a good conversation about school. She began telling

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I got nothing today. Nothing.Except maybe the beginnings of a cold. Which is wretched timing, seeing as we'll be up in the 40's by Saturday.And so help me, if this cold keeps me from emerging from my winter cocoon to enjoy some sunshine and blue sky, I will a broken woman be.But other than that, there is not much to tell.And I'm totally not complaining about that.

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Ring ring.... Ring ring..... Ring ring.....Me: Hello?LG Vu: Is this Keli?M: Yes, who is this?LG: This is your new phone. You know, the one that has replaced your beloved BlackBerry?M: Oh, you. What do you want?LG: I'm hoping to gain your acceptance, and maybe eventually your respect.M: Well, I don't see that happening any time soon.LG: Please! Give me a chance! You don't understand,

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Sunday was a big day at our house. We hosted a huge Superbowl par-tay. It was a total blast. Here are just a few of the highlights.A view from the balcony. The men were all intent on the game, and more so on the commercials. I think the "Wipe Out" show was an attention grabber, as well.The pile-o-coats. Since we moved our front room furniture into the living room to accommodate our 30 +

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So that's where all our taxes are going.Public education at it's finest.

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Again, thankyoublogger for publishing everything in reverse order.Gretta was the proud recipient of some wonderful happy mail yesterday. She was so excited to see the box when we arrived home, but she was so tired, a nap took precedence over opening the box. After 2 hours of sleeping bliss, she was revived and ready to dig in.Of course, with its being from the canine species, she is in love.

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While I shopped and shopped yesterday, I had my kid in the cart. She was sitting so quietly while I perused the wall of ribbons, looking for that one perfect design. I took my sweet time. Upon turning around, I see her sucking on the handle of the shopping cart. Sucking on it. Like a newborn sucks on a binky.I don't consider myself a germ freak by any means, but I do know the facts. Like,

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Did you hear about the lady that gave birth to Octuplets? OCT-tuplets. For the record, that word isn't even in my computer dictionary. Quintuplets, yep, it's there. Sextuplets, sure. Septuplets and Octuplets, nope. This should be our first, or maybe seventh or eighth clue that our "fertility treatments" have gotten a little out of control. And the poor lady, she didn't even know she was

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Yesterday I drove all the way to the airport, picked up my cargo, dropped them off at an undisclosed location to which I'd never been, and drove home using roads on which I'd never driven. I did all of this without using my GPS.It was a good day.Also, notice there are no dangling participles in that first paragraph. You're welcome.

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Thanks, Meg. For some reason I think yours would get a discount.

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My baby is two. Two, people. Where has the time gone? So instead of blah blah blahing your ear off, I've included a sweet picture story, in reverse order, thankyoublogger.Gretta showing off her pearly whites.At the beach this summer.Memorial Day bbq with the Ward.Playing in the water. A favorite pastime.Where her love of all things dog began. Camping last Spring in Wisconsin.Enjoying some

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And I'm not talking about the inauguration. I'm talking about the fact that I went to Wal-Mart yesterday during the inauguration, and not only did I score a front row parking space, inside the store was practically empty.I'd like to think it's because everyone was home watching the inaugural speech of our new Prez, but for some reason I think it has more to do with people being broke from

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One thing you must know about Gretta is that she loves her stuffed animals. And lately, it has been her stuffed dogs. Dogs in every size, shape, color, and species. In addition to carrying 3 or 4 lucky "doggies" around all day, she insists on each and every one of them sleeping in her crib with her. This brings the total to 267 stuffed dogs in her crib, along with her "woof woof blank"

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-60818367018508619832009-01-19T10:38:00.004-06:002009-03-30T23:36:34.947-05:00

There are good days. Days when I can almost forget. There are bad days, days when I get those twinges of sorrow, but they pass without incident. Then there are days like yesterday. Days when the grief is utterly consuming, overwhelming, and crippling. It hit me hard yesterday. And of all places, it was during Sacrament meeting, during the opening hymn. It was the last 3 verses of "If You

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-53441567163312211642009-01-16T11:57:00.004-06:002009-01-16T12:40:33.345-06:00

As comfy as it looks, I'm glad there's this sign to stop me. Lagoon, you rock.And did you see? NieNie is back! She posted a picture and everything! I don't know this woman, but I feel like my soul does. I'm thrilled for her, just like I would be for a sister, and am so excited to see her old self coming through. Go visit her here.

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-59693426955809561222009-01-15T12:59:00.003-06:002009-01-15T17:24:41.374-06:00

*Image added this afternoon. I can hardly believe it, and it's now -10 at 5:24 PM. It's cold here. Way cold. Cold enough that they closed the schools because it is dangerously cold. But it's windy, so you know, that helps lots.If you want to see our hourly forecast of frigidness, and this has nothing to do with me, click here.

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-11399630830644929692009-01-14T08:08:00.003-06:002009-01-14T08:28:21.368-06:00

Dear Parents Magazine,Lest you think I'm writing this letter out of irritation, let me start off by saying how much I love your magazine. I love the poorly researched articles, the generic advice given by mediocre experts, and the way you lump advertisement pages together so you can't find page numbers, as the pages fly by 25 at a time due to the clump of Target ads. Those are all things I look

Kelihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01039953991168530136noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17456507.post-51596734780928408042009-01-13T07:52:00.003-06:002009-01-13T08:13:46.041-06:00

It's was a year ago today. A year ago that I did the most grown-up thing of my life. A year ago that I left my little cocoon of a life behind, and started across the plains like a modern day pioneer. It was a miserable morning that day. We awoke early to an unexpected snow storm. We packed up the final necessities, hugged, kissed, and cried our loved ones goodbye, and headed East, into the

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