PS...I'm just sayin'

I am dedicating this blog entry to Liz. It was her that said, "Um, you need to update your blog...PS...I'm just sayin'"
A couple weeks ago I got to fly to Kansas City and see Liz and Ryan. She is one of my favorite friends from highschool. Somehow we manage to see each other every 2-3 years. Although a few times its been more often. She let me come do a doTERRA class with her family and friends. We had a blast. Afterward she took Laura and I to eat at Brio. It was SO good. (Although the near riot in the streets below...not as good.) :) After catching up with her and getting to spend time in her storybook house,(Cheers to ministering pantry trolls) Laura and I crossed the border to Missouri and headed to her house. To try and explain my trip to Laura and Shane's house would take forever. So, to tell the story I'll just show the photos... This is Laura and Shane's house. They've done so much work to it. Its great. After my first night in Missouri, and staying up for most of it with my sister in law, I was awakened at 6am. For what reason...yeah, there's not too much more to say. I was milking a goat! It was my first time, and Laura and the kids found it hysterical. Sunrise from the farm...BEAUTIFUL! I LOVE these kids. They are so dang cute. And...much to my surprise...I loved Missouri. Laura and Shane's house and property is amazing. It was so beautiful and there was a lot of things to see that I don't typically see in my little corner of the world in Utah. For example... Goats... Really scary trees... and frogs... We got to walk to a covered bridge. (Only 1 of 4 left in the state of Missouri) It was a beautiful day, perfect weather. The bridge is a gorgeous old red wooden bridge, but this was still my favorite photo of the day. This is how Rowan travels. He goes EVERYWHERE on Wyatt's shoulders. Missouri Mud Baby Josie, Laura and I made necklaces together. It was so much fun. Leaving them was terrible. I'd give anything to live close and do things like this all the time!

These kids are amazing. They each gave me a gift while I was there.
My little Mo made me laugh so hard. His gift to me was his company. On my last day there I was up in my room getting ready. I could hear him on the stairs and I said, "Just a second hunny, I'm almost done changing." To which he said, "I know. I'm not coming in. I was just gonna sit right here on the steps and keep you company." He then proceeded to tell me all about his really cool sword and some of his most favorite games. *Priceless* I have to add that he followed me into the bathroom and stood by me while I put my makeup on, telling me he didn't want me to be lonely. We chatted about really important things like doing flips on the trampoline and wrestling. (Which we had done a lot of) I had finished my mascara and he said, "Wow! Your eyes just jumped out of your head." I told him that was the effect I was going for :) Here is the sign Wyatt made for me. I love it! We hung it on the door during the doTERRA class at Laura's. And I've used it for my classes ever since. These are the bracelets my beautiful Josie made for Izzy and I...so cute! I have never taken mine off.

This should brighten your day, no matter who you are. It literally sounds like someone has let the goats into the house.
I had an absolute blast and it was HORRIBLE to leave. I enjoyed every minute and can't wait till the family reunion in June...it will be worse to leave then unless we have our next trip planned. I love you guys so much! Thanks for an awesome time.

Not For Children...

Before you read on let me warn you this is not for our younger readers or for the faint of heart. This is not edited for language due to the situation. Now that I've warned you...Let me tell you why I'm proud to be an American. I love to be able to work two jobs, pull endless hours, sleepless nights, pick up extra shifts, sick calls, shift trades, pull overtime shifts. Work more hours in a week then what feels physically possible. Why do I do this you ask?? So I can support my family, give them a home to live in, a car to drive in, food on the table and a private Christian education. I do this so I can sneak around behind my wifes back and secretly shop for Christmas gifts for her without her knowing it. I spend time in stores trying to get her something nice that she would love and would be so excited about. Something that she would never expect. Then I buy this gift that she doesn't know about and take it to the fire station to wrap it and hide it so she has no idea. I spend time getting made fun of in front of the guys as I wrap this gift, but hey it's ok, it's for my amazing wife. Then I put this gift hidden in the trunk of my car and drive home. On my way home I get called to pick up another extra shift to help out my friends at my part time job. So what do I do?? I pick up the shift because I'm a responsible American, keep in mind this gives me no time to sneak into my house and hide the gift because Amber is home so I leave the gift in the trunk. I go to work for another twelve hours following my already long twenty four hour shift the day before, all day outside in the cold and wind. After my twelve hour shift I clock out and prepare to go home. And why do I do all of this again?? So when I'm working my extra shift some ASSHOLE can break into my car in the parking garage and go through everything in my car and steal my wifes gift out of the trunk. I mean it was wrapped in a box and the son of a bitch had no idea what he was taking but he took it anyway. Security cameras you may be asking?? Yes they have them but the one mounted close to my car just happened to be broken yesterday. Go figure. So in sticking with the Christmas spirit if any of you need any last second gift ideas for me I have one. I would like that punk, right here tonight. I want him brought from his happy holiday slumber somewhere in the ghetto with all the other pieces of shit and I want him brought right here, with a big ribbon on his head, and I want to look him straight in the eye and I want to tell him what a cheap, lying, no-good, rotten, four-flushing, low-life, snake-licking, dirt-eating, inbred, overstuffed, ignorant, blood-sucking, dog-kissing, brainless, dickless, hopeless, heartless, fat-ass, bug-eyed, stiff-legged, spotty-lipped, worm-headed sack of monkey shit he is. Hallelujah. Holy shit. Where's the Tylenol?

In A Nut Shell

This is a glimpse into what we've been up to. Kids are awesome. Everyone's healthy. Nothing too exciting to report. Except for the fact that Izzy turned 2 (back in October)Life is good and guess what? Our Christmas shopping is done. YAY!


My kids are the best. They were playing in the chair with thier glasses on and I told them to pose. Awesome


Our singer


He wanted to see what would grow in the ground in October -?- He wouldn't listen to me that no plants would make it, but then again what do I know...he is the infamous corn farmer.


Soaking up the last few warm days of fall.


Her party was on the weekend, but we let her open our present and the one from grandma and grandpa Sellers on her actual birthday. She loved her presents. I love this photo. She is the only 2 year old I know that gets really excited about opening up clothes. Such a diva!


And where was her brother??? Hiding from the camera as always.


They are SO yummy!


This was so sweet...Josh called Costco and told them we needed a princess cake...but not just any princess, one with a tan!


It's my party and i'll pout if I want to...


Jasmine Shoes! Aunt Laura found these and a little Jasmine doll and cup...Princess Jasmine gets the shaft. We can't find Jasmine stuff anywhere.

Until next time...

A Little Fun Fact

I know we are little behind on our posting but I have an excuse. I did the math on my current work stretch and here are the numbers. Starting last Wednesday and continuing until this next Wednesday being a total of two weeks I will have put in a total 205 hours between all three of my jobs. Many of those nights mind you were broken up by calls for service. So who says government workers are lazy and eating out of the over worked hands of the tax payers??

Too Tattoo or Not Tattoo?

That is the question. This blogging thing has gotten quiet lately so here is a hot topic to discuss. I'm thinking about a tatoo on my back. One of those giant ones that would cover all of the sun damage on my shoulders. Any thoughts? You know just one in the center of my shoulder blades that stretches across my shoulders a bit. Hmmm I wonder.

Pumpkin Pie

Yesterday my parents called and asked us to go pumpkin picking with them. Fall is the best time of year. The colors, the smells, the temperature, pretty much nothing at all bad about any of that. It's our favorite! Of course the main thing missing was my husband. He had to work...but we promised Mason we'd take him to this really cool pumpkin/corn maze we found, so those photos will be coming shortly. Anyway, here is a glimpse at our really fun afternoon.




They were giggling so hard they couldn't keep their little buns on the pumpkins.


Babies and pumpkins...all the fun you'll ever need.


Mason loves picking out pumpkins. He always goes for the little ones. He prefers coloring on them instead of carving them. Cleaning them out makes him heave!


Mason found corn to feed the chickens. He thought it was alright, but Izzy was thrilled. Soon she turned her attention to the cat sitting and minding her own business. She wanted that stupid cat to take the corn from her so bad. "More, more, more." That's all she said to it over and over and over...but it never took a bit. Her other favorite word, "Meer". Which is some sort of hybrid meaning "Come Here".


The pumpkin patch had this really cool corn maze. Mason and Izzy were out of their minds about it. He is getting SO tall.


Aunt Mimi, My Mama, the Izzy Bell and me.


"Meer chick chick"


Izzy kept chasing the chickens and shouting, "here! Here!" She was showing them the corn she had and couldn't figure out why her yelling didn't cause them to rush over and gently eat it out of her hand...

Fairwell To Our One Armed Friend

Some of you may not know that about a month ago Mason became the proud owner of two little water frogs. (Thank you Uncle Ryan) Much to my dismay Ryan decided it would be really great to promise Mason two frogs without my permission. Awesome. It's not that I have anything against frogs, I just don't like the way they smell, cleaning the bowl, feeding them, or the fact that the kids think its really cool to hold them. So, uncle Ryan and Mason return home from the frog finding extravaganza to show off the newest pets. The first thing I noticed was that the biggest one was missing a very important feature. NO ARM. I can hear you laughing already...I was not being mean, nor did I think we should take it back...but for those of you who know me, I was trying to hold it together. Mason hadn't noticed. Later in the day when he did, he said, "Poor frog, I'm glad we got him, he's mine and I don't want anyone else to have him". Yep, my thoughts exactly.
The morning after we got the frogs Mason came upstairs to proclaim the names he had chosen. Odie and Dorothy. (Odie being the one armed bandit) Leave it to Mason. For a month we have taken care of them, and all the way until tonight I still couldn't see Odie without laughing. You really should have seen the poor thing try to swim to the top of the bowl for air. And of course because he was missing an arm it would make me think of the one armed go-go dancer which would then naturally carry my mind to Hoppy...etc,etc,etc. and I never could get past it.
Tonight when we got home Mason ran down to feed the frogs. A few moments later he yelled, "Hey mom, do frogs sleep?" Oh great! Yep, Odie was a goner. Mason burst into tears and cried and cried and cried. Then he told me that Odie probably died because he had a harder time swimming for the food. Is it terrible to laugh while your child is bawling? Finally, he said he wanted to talk to uncle Ryan. We put him on the phone and Ryan said, "Mas, don't worry, Odie's in froggy Heaven and I'm sure he's happy there." To which Mason replied, "No he's not! He's at the bottom of the frog bowl." Oh well, hopefully Dorothy sticks around awhile longer...