Captured him...Perfectly.

Every time I step in Wal-Mart I regret it. EVERYTIME. And yet I keep going back. It's a sick drug, the drug of cheapness, and I don't know how to stop. Here are a few of my thoughts last time

"Are $.28 cans of tomatoes really worth risking my life?"

"I guess there really is an obesity epidemic."

"I am getting dumber by the minute..."

"I am pretty darn good looking."

"When I am president motorized grocery carts will be outlawed."

"Why? Why? Why?"

"Humans aren't all that they are cracked up to be..."

"What's that smell?"

"Seriously, where do these people come from."

This may sound harsh. You may think I am exaggerating. Well, clearly if you are thinking that you haven't been to Casa Grande's Wal-Mart. Mark my words...when I die and they do an autopsy...the cause of death will be Wal-Mart. That place is killing me slowly.

Late last night I found this......

I have twelve minutes...twelve minutes to post and not break the promise I made to myself to post everyday...well everyday for a while.

I have twelve minutes...twelve minutes to post and still keep my goal of posting everyday...

There's not a sweeter or sadder scene than a sick little boy...he held this position for about 10 hours.

Tyler at Olive Garden the other night. Why use a fork...hands work so much better! Another interesting thing that happened at Olive Garden that fortunately I DON"T have a picture of is Tyler announcing as a man walks buy, " Hey Mom, Look at that Guy. He's weird....Do you see him mom? He's sooowww weird!" I am grateful there isn't a picture of the look I gave him.

You thought I was going to flake out didn't ya? It's 10:05 folks - the day is not over...

So this one will be quick. Today after hours, too many hours, of shopping Tyler starts to lose it. He is very mad -boiling mad at me for forcing these torturous hours of shopping on him. He is begging to leave the store and I keep telling him, "One more minute...I just need to grab one more...Give me a second..." When finally he erupts with this...

" You! You! You! I call you a berry, berry, HAIR - WE - GUY!!!" The whole time he is pointing his little stubby finger at me. I couldn't stop laughing and that of course, made the situation much worse. I mean, when you come up with your very or berry worst insult and you get laughed at...how does that make you feel??

I actually had a fantastic picture I took of the man today but the camera is in the car and I am upstairs...and well that won't be happening tonight.
See you tomorrow.

What my public wants my public gets. Anoymous' comment reminded me to post an update. Believe me I have wanted to. I feel like my life is spinning and I am racing as hard as I can to keep up with it. I need to do better. I originally set the goal to blog once a day this year and well, clearly that hasn't happened. But I guess its never too late. OK I will try - starting today -one post a day... at least one sentence a day...one phrase a day...I will post at least one word a day. Nothing like lofty goals to get me moving!

So what has been going on here lately? Well the weather has been blissful. Seriously, picture Hawaii and you are pretty close to this last week. 70's and sunny.

(Well Sorta...minus the ocean and with a bit more brown...)

Ethan is back to school after winter break and he is doing spelling and book reports and fractions...I mean, I feel like by the time he is in 2nd grade I will no longer be able to hold a conversation with this little man. I think we started fractions in Alton in 11th grade.

(This picture just screams boy genius...seriously they don't call him photogenic for nothing!)

Speaking of school I am back for the first time in almost 6 years as a full time student. I am really excited and VERY nervous. I know its the right thing for me but my anatomy and physiology class will probably take a few years off my life. I have good genes...We live a long time in my family but this class could change all that. I don't belive my brain was made to think like this and I am pretty sure that taking 8 credits of anatomy and physiology in one semester wasn't one of my brightest choices!!

(Creepy, I know - but I think I may resemble this poor friend after this class is over!)

And Tyler is his usual self. He is such a sweet little guy and I am not ashamed to admit that most days he is my best friend. I spend almost every waking minute with him, he always has my back and I trust his opinion. The other day he told me my hair looked like well the exact quote was, " You hair look like lion hair or it could look like scarey witch hair...momma you choose. You wanta be a lion or a witch..." Ummm I think I will choose none of the above. But truthfully I looked in the mirror and he was right...the hair was a bit lion-esc. When he's out with Ethan and Hudson playing he runs back every few minutes to check on me, "momma you be OK? You not get scared?" This my dear friends is the reason you have sons. Seriously, that little guy makes my day.

I can't think of much else. I did try some new cupcake recipes last week and they were pretty fantastic. I will post the pictures now and I will try to get the recipe up soon. OK I am off to a night of studing phosolipid bilayers and prophase...see you tomorrow with my post...or word. Whatever I can muster!

And then there was one...

So, First Tyler then me and now Ethan have been struck with strep throat. Our house has been filled with vomit and fever antibiotics and crying for about two weeks and Preston is the only survivor.
I am happy for him, truly I am. I mean, strep throat as an adult is really painful and I am glad that he doesn't have to experience it... BUT it's pretty unfair. This is the man who eats chocolate for breakfast...I am not joking. He ate Whitman's chocolates for breakfast today. This is a man who will go for months, again this is not a joke, without touching one fruit or vegetable. And he never gets sick. And here I am eating Steel Cut Oats and berries for breakfast, religiously taking my multi- vitamin, and the ONLY vegatable eater or lover in this home and I catch everything. If your neighbor's cousin's wife's professor's dog walker's waitress has strep throat I will have it in 5 minutes easy. And as I sit here holding my 5 year old with a burning fever whose throat hurts like "scratchy and screachy" I am wondering where I went wrong. I am wonderig if maybe chocolates and chips, hot dogs and taquitos, candy bars and cheetos aren't actually miracle foods. Maybe they are the reason my 30 year old husband never gets sick. The reason why in almost 7 years of marriage I have never seen him ill. I am thinking maybe I should try it out...maybe there is some secret I didn't know about where the more junk you eat the skinnier and more healthy you become. If any of you know anything about this secret let me know!!

Randomness of boys

This is one of MANY pictures I have on the computer with something inTyler's nose. Two questions 1. Why does he keep doing it? and 2. Why do I keep taking pictures? Hmmmm...

So yesterday while in the car Ethan asked me about percentages. He wanted to know what it meant when someone said 100% or 30%. So Andrea, I am not a math major, Golding tried to explain it to them...here is how it went down.


ME: Well let's say you have a hundred marbles then you...
Tyler: Why can't you put marbles in you nose
Ethan: I love marbles, can I have a marble track?
Tyler: Ma -Ma- Ma - Marbles get stuck in you nose? Momma we never put marbles in our nose, right?
Me: So a percent is...
Ethan: I think Santa has to work all year to make enough marbles for all the girls and boys.
Tyler: Sometimes I get beads stuck in my nose...
Me: So 30% means...
Ethan: I bet he has a magical marble machine that has sparkles and magic and star dust all mixing inside and they make the most beautiful marbles and ...
Me: And tithing is 10%...
Tyler: Forks in you nose is berry dangers
Ethan: And then the marbles shoot into the sky and they land with the girl or boy who has the most magical heart and the boy or girl has to bury the sparkly marbles in one day or...
Me: So if you save 20%...
Tyler: Peanuts in you nose is bad too, huh Momma? Peanuts in you nose is so bad!!

Every ounce of my body is aching.
I can't swallow.
The headache that was once a distnat dull pain now resembels a train that's caught fire and is slashing through my head.
I can't move my head from side to side.
I am cold.
I am hot.
I want to cry but I think it might make me hurt more.
I am tired.
I can't sleep.
I could be dead...I am too tired to go check and see
I think I am getting sick