A Wonderful Man!!

For some reason I have had the hardest time coming to terms with the fact that our dear prophet passed away. I have never had an easy time with death and although I know he was old and would probably die soon, he just seemed like one of the strongest men around. It makes this world seem just a little bit lonlier and scarier not having him here. I love him and I know that he was a prophet of God. I will forever be changed by his example and by the example of his dear wife. I am so glad that they have been reunited and that we believe that families are forever. I only pray that I can be a fraction of the person that he was. What a wonderful..wonderful man!! I love him and I am grateful for the endless service that he has given throughout his life!!!

My sweet Alex!!

I love my Alex. He loves to sing. We are still working on speech but he has come so far!!! What a cutie!!

Poor Unfortunate Souls!!

Well, kick me sideways! Go ahead...I can handle it! I have spent days on reorganizing my stupid storage room. When it flooded we just started pulling things away from the water. Well, I thought I would take that opportunity to get really organized. I numbered all of the bins and then made a list with those numbers and then went through each and every...32 bins...and wrote down and then typed up what was in each one. I then spent the entire day...this entire day..as I am typing sweat is still a dripping!... putting them in order back into their nice little...larger...spot in the corner. I reorganized the toys..reorganized the guest bedroom...the word reorganized...is ticking me off. I just got done with doing everything and I went to take a toy back to the toy room and as I walked past the bathroom...oh yeah...get ready for it...Uncle Rico was back. What the freakin darn heck?!?! (yes, that is substitute for whatever potty word you want to put there.) The gurgle has returned...?... I haven't heard it until about five minutes ago. So, what does this mean? Are we gearing up for the flood again? Of course...right the very second I finish putting everything back where it needs to go! So, what do I do...do I rush to call Greg..no I come and blog it out so I can get a hold of myself.!.!.! Breathe in...and now breathe out! There..now I can go call Greg! If you think this is stressing me out...wait till you meet Mr. Stresser-Pants...my husband! We are thinking about changing our names to Greg and Becky Stresser-Pants. Fits kinda nice! I guess what makes it even worse is that Greg and I have been on this "insert swear word" diet and Greg has already lost 10 pounds and I have gained 6. How the heck does that work. I have even been excersising and he hasn't. He feels great and I feel like there is a brick stuck in my digestive tract blocking anything that might want to come out...therefore making me bloated, tired,...and feeling like I have the consta flu! So, braving this 12 month pregnant belly (no, I'm not pregnant), achy, tired feeling..I still went ahead with the organizing!! What a kick in the freakin shorts!!!

Well, I don't know about you, but I feel better already. I guess I am just going to have to play really loud obnoxious music anytime anyone wants to come over so that they don't think we are holding an old man with a bad case of diarrhea hostage in our bathroom downstairs!!

I am Cool!!

I took this nerd test and it said this. "Definitely not nerdy, you are probably cool". Wow, I am turning to dumb computer tests to build my self-esteem. So now I will go look in the mirror and repeat 10 times, "Definitely not nerdy, you are probably cool".

The gurgle has left the building!!

I never thought I would be so excited. When Greg and I bought this new house we never knew that something was alive in our basement. We signed the papers, moved our stuff in, and on that very first day in our new house...the most unpleasant sound roared from the basement. Describe the sound I hear you saying....Okay, think of Dumb and Dumber when Lloyd gets sick up in the bathroom and his stomach made that awful gurgling noise just prior to the explosion. That noise times 10. It was a noise coming from the downstairs bathroom, yet when you were sitting upstairs it felt as though it was right next to you. The children were terrified that a monster was living in the bathtub downstairs. We called the previous owners who said, "Oh, gee, we almost forgot about that noise. You just gets used to it." Bull honkey!! Who gets used to a noise that sounds like Uncle Rico is dying in the bathroom downstairs. Greg was so nice and said, "Oh, okay..they said they totally forgot and that we'll get used to it." Um, what? We'll get used to the poor cattle suffering in our bathtub drain....ya right!

Well, miracles do come in small packages because as I mentioned a few weeks back, our basement flooded. Yep, our sump pump broke and what should have been a morning sledding out in the snow, became a morning, no morning and afternoon, ..oh heck who am I kidding, it became our whole entire day sloshing in the water in our basement. Okay, so it wasn't that bad, luckily we caught it before it caused to much damage..but it makes for a great story right? Anyhow, we got a plumber over here who ensured us that sump pumps don't break. ReAlLy? Hmmm. Interesting. Anyways, he put in a new one and "Voila"...it didn't work?!?!?! Isn't that a kick in the shorts. So, he put in the old one and said he would order another new one and be back in a couple of days. Which, he came back and put in the newer new one and "Voila"....it didn't work. Although, he said it did and ran as fast as he could out of our house. So, for the next couple of days..on through Christmas, Greg and I would spend some quality time together pumping out 65 gallons of water each night before we would go to bed. Romantical I know!! Well, the poor plumber once again came back. (We are now like family..he, he) But, this is where the miracle comes in...on our 4th sump pump...which never break by the way...."Voilllllllla" (sung in Opera)...it finally works...and.....the gurgle has disappeared! No more embarrassing moments when guests are over and think Greg has imploded. Awkward! I didn't know that something so simple could make me so so happy! So, although we spent some time in an utter frenzy and sleepless nights wondering if the basement was ever going to stop flooding...it is a blessing in disguise. We now have a sump pump that works...(knock on wood) and the gurgle has finally left the building!!

New Years Resolutions?

So, I have decided to write about New Years Resolutions seeing as though I plan to do them every year and yet find myself saying..."you better believe next years resolutions will be better." I suffer from a disorder called "Lazy butt, drag it out, wait until next Monday disorder". I know, it is a very serious disorder. Don't be worried, I haven't quite been diagnosed by a doctor...but...it is just very obvious to me that I have this. You see, Jan 1st came and went and I prebought all of my "diet" foods to start on the first but then I was like, "well, it is New Years day...what the heck I'll start tomorrow." And then I realized that we were going to a movie during the day and to dinner with friends....so why not wait until Thursday"...which is tomorrow by the way. But, I decided that Greg is still home from school until Friday because we have a appointment with the heart specialist for Alex tomorrow and so I guess I will wait until Friday....but then why not wait until "MONDAY"!!!! So, as you can see, I definetly have the "lazy butt, drag it out, wait until Monday" disorder. So, I am here to announce the plan for my "next Monday resolutions" seeing as though it is pointless to have New Years Resolutions. It is way to easy to say..."Oh, I'll wait until next year" meanwhile gaining 400 pounds waiting to restart the resolutions. Am I making sense?....it is all the donuts going to my brain. So, without further ado....

FIRST: Next Monday I will vow to...I hope none of you really held your breathe for that first one. Who am I kidding. I stink at resolutions! I have thought and thought of what would make me get my behind in gear and I have contemplated public humiliation. Why not just post my weight with a half declothed picture of myself and a declaration of my weight loss plan for the world to see. That ought to do it...RIGHT? I don't know...maybe it would but then I'd have no friends, so what would be the use if I had no one to show of my new hot bod too. I have thought about starving myself,........ which the thought usually lasts about as long as it takes to unwrap a Twix bar. Ya, thats a funny one. I know, most of you are thinking, "Gee, whats the big deal. Exercise already...eat right, blah, blah, blah" that is all I hear you saying. It sounds so simple yet, I just can't bring myself to that kind of discipline. Whats a girl to do.

So, here it is. I need some serious moto...as in Motivation! Anyone up for a challenge? If anyone is looking for a challenge or competition..bring it on. Maybe that will work...I said maybe, but hey it is worth a shot...at least until next Monday!!

Come on, I know there is someone out there dying to challenge me. I figure it is more fun when someone is doing it with you!! The winner gets a free Twix!!!