Donuts Fix Everything.....

At least it seems that way when you're eating them!

Luke left us early this morning to go help a friend install some stuff on his old Land Cruiser.

This gave me the opportunity to be fun mom while giving in to my cravings.

Donuts!...Donuts for everyone!

When Luke pulled out of the driveway I snuck out to the living room where the boys were snuggled in to blankets and watching cartoons.

"Who wants to go get donuts for breakfast???!"

The boys didn't really seem fazed. I was secretly disappointed...thinking to myself, "Even if you don't want donuts we're going darn it---because that's what I want."

I convinced them that they didn't have to get dressed and could go with me in their pajamas. Heck, I was going in my PJ's too! I threw on my shoes put sweatshirts on everyone and we headed out into the fog.

Not the best looking crew---but I didn't care.

I was getting donuts for breakfast! Woo-hoo!

My favorite comment this morning was from Bubba (as he scarfed down his brother's leftover chocolate donut);

"I love sugar."

I am OK with him saying this thought because he does have my genes and more importantly he actually eats very healthy.... and understands what it means to eat healthy. He likes more vegetables than I do and when he tries something he asks me, "Mom, is this healthy for me?"

OK--enough about eating healthy. I need to focus back on donuts....and how they make me so happy! :)

And now as I am typing this...I am listening to my boys bounce around the living room from their sugar high.

Good thing daddy isn't home!

Pay no attention to the bedhead

25 Random Things About Katie

I was tagged on Facebook for this so I thought I would pass on the information you just can't live without knowing about me. :)

1. I am color blind. I can still remember taking the test at the eye doctor when I was a kid and being surprised. (My husband has to help me coordinate outfits everyday)

2. I do not eat beef or pork---(except for the occasional pepperoni, salami or piece of bacon) and I am lactose intolerant!

3. It makes me really happy when I DON'T have to wipe the toilet seat off before I sit down to pee!

4. Licking the pot after my dad makes fudge is one of my favorite things to do.

5. If I lived within 20 miles of a Nordstrom's Rack I would live there---literally. I would NEVER leave....even for food.

6. I despise make up...and only wear what I have to so I don't scare people. I actually get angry at night when I have to remove it because I never wanted to put it on in the first place.

7. I can still remember the phone numbers of most of my friends from Jr high and High School.

8. Being 32 years old feels older than I thought it was going to. I forget I am 32. In my head I think I am 22 or something.

9. The first time I talked to my husband was when he star 69'd me after I called his roommate.

10. The first time I met my husband he was was with his roommate (who I was dating) and he drove his car over to pick me up. He still remembers me walking out to his car with my "hot" green board shorts on.

11. I love to blog---unfortunately I haven't been up to sitting at the computer and writing anything funny in a LONG time.

12. I have burped less than 10 times in my whole life. I can't make myself burp and I only have mini-burps when I am pregnant.

13. I really enjoy being around my parents and siblings---and wish we all lived closer. I imagine us talking and hanging out all the time.

14. I love listening to music REALLY loud in my car. Its so loud I can barely hear sirens when they come blaring down the street.

15. I have really red cheeks and when I was in high school Tina La Frambois once told me I had too much blush on---and I didn't have any on. When I wear make up now--its mostly to cover the cheeks. I have even had 3 lazer treatments to try and remove the redness.

16. I never imagined myself having 2 boys---but now can't imagine having girls.

17. I still love New Kids on the Block and would go watch them in concert AGAIN if the tickets weren't so darn expensive! (And my husband wouldn't make fun of me)

18. I don't enjoy cooking...and I am not very good at it---which is why my husband does 90% of the cooking in my house. (I guess he figured it was a matter of survival)

19. I am always thinking of other people and wanting to do things for other people---but I procrastinate until its too late. Then I give up and say forget it.

20. I am 100% sure that the dryer DOES eat socks.

21. I have to have a clean kitchen. I RARELY go to bed with any dishes in or next to the sink. If you see any its because I probably don't feel well.

22. I love eating cereal for any meal...and because of my mom I call it "cold cereal." My husband makes fun of me when I call it cold cereal and he says "as opposed to what, hot cereal?!" And I say "yes--oatmeal is hot cereal."

23. I cannot sleep in. Even if I go to bed at 2am I will be awake by 8 or 8:30am.

24. I occasionally think it would be nice to go back to Jr High and High School and actually say what I really wanted to say to people. I think I was way too reserved and nice most of the time.

25. I fart----way more than my husband would like me to! :) (Maybe thats why I can't burp?!)

FIRED!

Apparently I was "let go" from my job and no one told me about it....until this afternoon when I picked Bubba up from school.
I asked my son to do something. If I told you the whole long story you would think I was torturing my son. On second thought, you might only think that if you were his grandma and you believed there was a halo above his head 99.99% of the time.
The short version is I gave the boys a cookie on the way home from school but asked them not to eat it until we got home because I didn't want a mess in the car. Its only 2 miles to the house. I thought they could maintain themself and show some restraint.
My 4 year old was happy to comply...while surprise, surprise my almost 7 year old does not.
Tubbs rats out his brother...of course.---Hey its what little brothers do. (Its what makes life worth living!)
I asked Bubba to hand me his cookie and after 4-5 attempts he hands over his half eaten cookie. He tells me he just couldn't wait.
So, I ask him "Why couldn't you do what mama asked you to do? When your teacher asks you to do something do you listen?"
He replies, "Yes I listen when my teacher asks me to do something."
So then I ask, "Why can't you do what I tell you to do?!"
He then blurts out, "Well, you're not the boss...daddy is."
This was news to me!
I was taken by surprise and I was torn between emotions of humor and irritation. in his little mind does he seriously believe this crap-ola?! I was torn between telling him that mommy is the real boss and daddy is just my puppet (But that's only half true!) and something more serious.
So, I proceed to tell him that Daddy and I are BOTH the bosses and he needs to do what I tell him to do ....and not just when he feels like it.
You probably can guess that he paid no attention to what I had to say once I refused to give him the cookie back. He turned into the victim and I was just mean mommy. Same old happy ending.
But no one....not even a 1st grader, is going to fire me as the boss in this house! No sir-ee!
Looks like I am going to have to do some real "bossy" stuff this weekend to stamp my title in concrete. I'll let you know how that turns out later......

BLAH

I am so used to thinking everything is funny and having so much I think I need to blog about, that the past week or two has been especially weird for me. I am not saying that everything (or anything) I blog about is fresh and exciting...or interesting---but its stuff I like to think about and share.
Lately I have felt BLAH.
I feel un-blog-worthy!

Have you ever had that feeling?

The feeling of not wanting to leave your couch, your front door step---or even sit down in front of a computer to blog!
I just want to BE.
No questions, no answers, no movement....nada! Just me and a blanket! Is that too much to ask? :)
Lately I feel like I am floating. Just getting through the day in one piece. I made the suggestion to my husband last night that I just might want to "leave" my job of 9 years and I think he had a mini-heart attack without making it too blatantly obvious. I half jest, but work just seems like work these days. Its just not the same.
Maybe I have the Winter blues. Those gray skies ALL DAY LONG over the past few weeks have made me long to be curled up on my couch, with my family...next to a fire, watching a good movie.
Now--if I work with you ....and you're reading this---I am just kidding! :)
Ha-Ha!
But really---I am just sharing my utter BLAH-ness with my blog family.
Isn't it delightful?!
I could be blogging about things like....the birthday parties we've had for the boy's Webkins and Build-a-Bears. Those have been a real treat and I swear---if Bubba tells me we are celebrating another birthday for one of his babies I am going to lose it. My SWEET and perfect husband goes to the dollar store and buys balloons and gifts for 6 stuffed animals!
Yes--I kid you not.
My boys are so lucky to have their father.
I am telling Bubba that we are not making birthday cake for his stuffed animals "birthdays" and trying to use logic when Big Papa whisks in the door from work delivering gifts---and saves the day. Its probably the reason they won't be speaking to me in 15-20 years and I will have to find out how the boys are doing from their father.
Okay--I've spread enough sunshine over this blog entry!
If you are reading this and it has caused you to pop one of your anti-depressants...I apologize!
I will try to think of something cheerier next go-around.

Mmmmmm

Don't knock it till' you've tried it!

There is nothing better than McDonald french fries dipped in their chocolate shake.
Ha-Ha.
Actually there a lot of things that are better.....but our choices were limited.
Tubbs went a step further and decided to dip his McNuggets. I almost hurled...but convinced him to pose for one picture before he finished his last bite.

Knocked Out

I picked up Bubba from school yesterday and the first thing he tells me is "I got knocked out today at school."
I start my line of questioning going with the assumption that someone else might have knocked him out. He then tries to explain that he woke up at his desk and didn't know where he was. Bubba has been sick with an ear infection and a cough for about a week, so I immediately start to believe that maybe he passed out. He feels a little clammy and his face is flushed, but he has been playing outside before I picked him up. I have him get into the car and start to baby him HOPING he didn't really pass out. But I couldn't really get any information out of him because he doesn't know what it means to pass out. He didn't know what time of day it occurred, his teacher apparently didn't see anything.... or anyone sitting next to him. Now I feel real warm and fuzzy.

Luke gets home from work and I tell him the story. Right away he knows...Bubba fell asleep at his desk." Luke begins to question Bubba and I am trying not to laugh. I didn't even think of Bubba falling asleep at his desk and I guess because Luke is a principal it made the whole scenario more humorous. The boys gets 9 hours of sleep every night so I don't know how tired he could of been. ----But I prefer the falling asleep at his desk to passing out! :)

Huh?!

Things I do not understand...and its only 5 days into the new year. Its going to be a long year!
Target - I was in the store on January 2nd and what do they have out all ready...to my dismay: SWIMSUITS. Did I miss something...as I froze my booty off in the 40 degree weather walking into the store? Those swimsuits are going to be there for the next 9 months. And what is with the employees having more holes in their faces than a piece of Swiss cheese? Are they THAT hard up for cashiers that they have to hire people with ther personality of a rock, hair sticking up about a foot off their heads...and about 10 piercings in their pale faces?!
Trash Can - Its the second day of the year.....trash day! We are a trash loving family---so we produce a lot of trash. For this reason we have (or had) 2 trash cans that we put out on trash day. The trash truck comes and goes and its time to bring the cans in-----but there is only one trash can. Someone stole one of our trash cans. I guess they figured we had one to spare and didn't need the extra recepticle---that we pay $65 bucks for each year! Oh well, if its a neighbor we will get even by putting all of our extra trash in each of their cans really late the night before trash day.
Rocking Chair - Luke is out on our porch this weekend and he realizes that one of our rocking chairs is missing from the porch. Again, since we had two others did the thief think we had one to spare?! When we moved into the house 4 years ago we purchased three nice, black rocking chairs for the porch. One of my husband's friends, who lives downtown, always said we were crazy because they were going to get stolen. We thought he was crazy because we live far from the ghetto. I was obviously mistaken. I just keep hoping its a big joke....and its going to reappear on our porch one day.
Our Bank - Our banking institution can apply fees quicker than Tubbs can sniff out M&M's. BUT---when an electronic check is processed for $39.95 it takes them over a week to tell me who the payee is. Are you serious?
MTV True Life -Its Saturday, my boys are playing quietly in their room and I am lounging on the couch. I flip through the TV channels and regrettably I end up watching this show called "Camp'd Out: I'm Going to Snowboarding Camp." I want to know which parent in their right mind would send their teenage son or daughter to this co-ed "summer camp" where the counselors appear to have the mentalities of jr. highers and look about as old. I am wondering if the parents just needed to get rid of their kids for 2-3 weeks. It was absolutely amazing and left me in awe.
Church - We are living proof that no matter what time church starts we will be late. I was just heckling Sister Perry on Saturday telling her that she better be on time. Well, this proved no easy task for us on Sunday morning, even when church now starts at 12:30pm. We woke up around 8:45 and had breakfast. (No we didn't fast....long story for another time, but just consider us heathens) After breakfast Luke suggests I lay down and relax....so I jump at the chance. Next thing I know I am waking up at 11:45. Ahhhhh....! Its a wonder we got to Sacrament before the Sacrament was passed. But we did it. (And Sister Perry I can imagine your look of glee as you saw the four of us walk in AFTER your clan! J/K! :) Yes---we are pathetic.
My Boys - They couldn't wait to get for vacation to end. About a week into Christmas break Tubbs began asking me everyday if there was school tomorrow. When I told him no he was disappointed. Seriously?! Am I really so terrible to be around for 16 consecutive days that they would rather be at school?! They will rue the day that they desired school over being home with mama!

New Year's Eve Conversation

This folks will top 2008's list as thee conversation of 2008. It just so happens that it took place only hours before the end of the year.
The scene: All four of us have just scarfed down numerous ice cream treats and are burrowed into blankets in the living room watching "Journey to the Center of the Earth."
Luke was nice enough to get us firewood this afternoon, so I was cozied up on the floor next to the fire, leaning up against the ottoman. Tubbs snuggles in next to me and begins to rub my belly. I look at him and say "Are you rubbing mama's fat belly?" He then replies, "No---you are making me a baby sister." I just laugh because I don't know what to say to that.
When the movie is over I tell Luke what Tubbs said about my belly--and of course he finds it humorous. Bubba then looks at me thoughtfully and says, "Mommy, how do babies start?"

That is the million dollar questions isn't it?! :)

I look at him and then tell Luke that Bubba has a question for him. Bubba repeats his question for Luke and I am anxiously waiting to see what my genius husband is going to come up with.
Luke then says, "Well, a bird delivers a seed and mommy plants it and takes care of it in her belly."
Bubba laughs, curls up his nose and says "That's not how babies start."
I am pleading to God in my head that he doesn't really know how babies start because the kid is only six. He also doesn't ride the bus home from school, so there is only so much information that can be disseminated on the 1st grade playground during recess and lunch.
Bubba then tells us his version;"I think the baby starts out as a little peanut....and then it grows into a bigger peanut. And the mommy waters it."
This is about as far as he got because I think he could see the weird look on my face. I really didn't want to embarrass him or try to clarify anything because I am really OK with him never asking this question again. At least---I am good for at least another 5 years.
Now...I know the bird theory wasn't the best reponse but what heck. If anyone has a better suggestion---besides the truth, be sure to let me know.
I guess for right now, Bubba can think he began as a peanut and mommy watered him!