Wednesday, June 30, 2010

Meet the Misseldines

Phoebe has something important to tell you all. Well, actually she will show you. Look closely.
TA-DA! Do you see it? TEETH! Looks painful huh? Two on top, one on the bottom and the fourth is still trying to make its appearance.
We had a Misseldine family reunion this past weekend. It was fun and I absolutely adore camping in any form whatsoever. I took a few pics here and there. Please nobody come after me for posting these. Don't be a hater!
Playing cards
Clapping game? I am not sure what they were doing.
Heather hates pictures. Thanks for letting me take your picture Heather!
Noelle contemplating jumping into the water.
Steve wanting to punch me in the face for taking his picture.
Sterling might come after me for this one.
Trevor being very generous and smiling.
Luke was mad that his mom threw his glow stick away.
The end.

Wednesday, June 23, 2010

I find myself sometimes bursting out with laughter at inappropriate times as I have random memories pop into my head.

One in particular I think about the most often.

When we were living at my parents' house, my older sister Megan lived next door with her family. They raise chickens (eggs & meat), sheep (wool...yeah she spins it into yarn), cows (meat again), and the occasional turkey (Thanksgiving dinner).

AH the memories of living next to Megan. There was the pellet gun and the chickens. Think about it this way... if you were shot with a pellet gun, do you think it would kill you? It would have to be a very good and lucky shot. Those chickens sure got a lot of bruises from those pellets.

Then there was her cat that got stuck in the engine compartment of the truck while we took it to get a load of wood around back. Oh don't worry, the cat was okay. It was in there about an hour with the engine running almost the whole time before we found it.

But the memory I will never forget is when I went next door to ask Megan a question. I knocked on the door and heard a yell "come in".

I walked in and the living room was empty. I peeked my head around the corner in the kitchen and there was Megan with a chicken in her sink. This is where my memory fades me. I am fairly certain she was just finishing up bathing her chicken in the sink. All I can remember is the complete shock I felt that there was even a chicken in her house.

I asked her what in heaven's name was she doing?!? Well duh! She was bathing her chicken.

Then she grabs her blow dryer. Not just ANY blow dryer. The kind that you curl your hair and dry it all at the same time. Like this.


She was curl drying the chicken! CURL DRYING the CHICKEN!! That chicken was so calm and relaxed.
And to give her credit, the chicken looked very nice when she was done.

Oh man! I am laughing just thinking about it again.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

Oh YEAH! I did it! I totally did it!

But now that I am looking around, see it isn't quite as original as I had hoped.

Oh well.


It totally rocks!

p.s. Out of my slump! Thanks for the encouraging words everyone!

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

To be honest, I kinda feel down in the dumps.

I think it finally hit that we are in a new place.

Don't get me wrong. I love it here.

I just don't have a lot of friends.

And I have sun rash.

I think I will go for a long bike ride.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Lawnmower Man's Name is FRANK

I got up way early today to bake cookies for Lawnmower Man.

I really want to resolve this.

Then I got Logan out of bed to write a new note since the last one had been ripped and eaten and crumpled.

Dear Lawnmower Man,

Thank you for the toys. I am sorry I yelled at you. I will pick up my toys outside from now on.

Logan


Then we put the cookies in a disposable tupperware and taped the note to the top.

By this time we could hear Lawnmower Man outside.
We hurried and put the package on the back porch and ran inside to wait and see what would happen.

Here he came around the corner... and drove his lawnmower right by the cookies. Not just once, but many, many times.

Logan was so disappointed.

Then Lawnmower Man was done with the mowing.

I thought for sure we had missed our chance. But here he came again with the weedwacker. YAY! I forgot about that part of his job!

I immediately heard the engine stop and Logan opened the door. Lawnmower Man had picked up our package and was reading the note!

Logan said "My name is Logan".

Lawnmower Man said "My name is Frank. Thanks for the cookies buddy!"

Logan said "I will pick up my toys from now on".

Lawnmower Man felt a little awkward and said "okay. Thanks buddy".

Logan shut the door and came running to me.

"MOM! Lawnmower Man's name is Frank!!"

HAHAHA! It was so funny!

I hope Logan learned something from all of this.

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Here Comes Trouble...

and you spell that S-A-M-A-N-T-H-A!
Seriously. How can one little girl cause so much mischief? Just look in those eyes. You can tell she is planning something.
Stay tuned for tomorrow's post: The Saga of the Lawnmower man. The Final Chapter!

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Happy Anniversary {Yesterday}


I heart my husband.

It has been six years since we knelt across the alter from each other in the Portland temple.

Only six years!

I feel like I have known him my whole life.

He is my bestest friend in the whole world.

Here's to 70 more years of fun!
p.s. Hope you enjoyed the pictures I took of my pictures. I have better copies somewhere. But where that is, I just don't know.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Bogged Down

Breath.

Breath.

Breath.

Trying to get organized. I am sick of boxes everywhere.

And feeling overwhelmed with pictures.

Everyone please be patient okay? I promise you will get your pictures. But it may take a year or so.