Wednesday, November 25, 2009

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Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Reminiscing

I sent this email to my brother yesterday...

Hey hey hey Fredrico. John and I have your name for Christmas. I have been thinking for a long time about what to get you. I am a little stumped. Can you give me a few ideas? Do you need something for your house, kitchen? Do you have a Sonicare toothbrush? Do you have a movie that you wished you owned? Do you need me to come put a scary gross wig in your bed?

You may be asking...what? Scary gross wig? What in the heck is she talking about?

Right after I sent the message my phone rang. It was my brother, and we had a good laugh and reminisced about the scary gross wig.

A few years ago, Jared was living at my parents house. I went over to their house, and for some reason my mom's "grocery sack full of wigs" was out of storage. This grocery sack is full of matted, old, musty, scare-ball, hair-ball wigs. Back in the day my mom would wear a few of the hair pieces when it was in style. Jared and I had a good time looking at all the hair pieces and commenting on how disgusting they were. Suddenly, we can across a particularly gross wig that was in desperate need of a hot oil treatment. We were so totally grossed out by it. To make matters worse, we looked inside the wig and found that I was labeled "real human hair". Can you say Heebie Jeebies? Immediately neither one of us wanted to touch it. We kept chasing each other around with it and throwing at each other.

So, I plotted an evil plan. When Jared left for a moment, I ran the wig up to his bedroom and put it in the covers of his bed. When he returned I almost could help myself from laughing. I left and was so excited to see how my evil plan worked.

The next morning bright and early my phone rang. It was Jared and the first words out of his mouth were, "Your dead". The best part of this story is....When Jared climbed into bed that night, he did it with the lights off. He did not notice the wig in the bed with him. He slept with the wig allllll night. Just rolling around and cuddling with it. The next morning, he could feel something underneath him. He rolled over and found the wig!! Classic!!

For a while after that when I would climb in bed, I would pull the blankets up high and look all the way to the bottom of the bed. From time to time, I still do it, knowing that my scary wig friend will someday be there to greet me.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Family Scriptures

A few weeks ago, we finished reading the Book of Mormon again as a family. We decided that we would read the New Testament this time around. It is hard for little kids to understand what we are even reading about at times. Hey, it's hard for me!

Yesterday we were discussing a few things from the New Testament, and Haley's hand shot in the air. I said, "Haley do you have a question?" Haley replied, "I know how Jesus died...On the cross-walk". Now how do you not laugh at that? She is just so stinkin' cute!!

Friday, November 13, 2009

You gotta be flippen kidding me...

Sometimes when I blog, I am a bit too say-it-like-it-is. There have been a few times that I post something, and John kindly reminds me that it may be a bit too "Heidi". There have been posts that I have gone back and "tweeked" a little so that it doesn't sound so harsh. Having said that, the names in this post will be changed to protect....me. Ha ha!! :)

When I was a young girl my parents bought several apartment buildings to help pay for college, missions, etc. They owned the apartments for SEVERAL years. A couple of years ago, just before their mission, they sold the apartments. Even though they sold the apartments, they were still carrying the loan. Just recently the owner of the apartments...I will call him, "Mr. No-Pay Pee-pee Pants", OKAY JOHN...I will call him, "Mr. No-Pay", basically stopped paying on the loan.

So, my lucky parents are now the proud owners of some old apartments with some scare-ball tenants. This is not exactly the time in life when they need or want this. My dad is still going through REGULAR chemotherapy sessions. I'm sure that my parents would love to "wash their hands" of the apartments before my dad starts to feel more sick. Needless to say, the apartments are for sale and my parents are breaking their backs to get them fixed up to sell. Anyone interested? :) My parents have gone into the apartments to work at 4:00 in the morning because they are both awake and can't sleep. Okay, blah, blah, blah on to my point....

This morning I get a call from my dad. He and my mom are out of town. He tells me that one of the renters, who just so happens to have a mental problem, was taken to the hospital. Dad also tells me that the renter has a chihuahua locked in the apartment. He asks me if I can go to his house, get the apartments keys, unlock the dog, and take it to a kennel until the renter is let out of the hospital. Are you flippen kidding me? I am supposed to unlock the apartment of a mental person and get his creepy little dog and take it in the car with me to the kennel? Okay, yes, it is Friday the 13th. But, as luck would have it, John was off work for the morning and agreed to help me.

We drove to the apartment and unlocked the apartment door. The door opened part way, but then we realized that the chain was on the door. I'm thinking...Holy crap, we are going to be killed right here and now. How in the heck can the chain be on the door and no one be home? We yelled in the door and no one answered. I called my dad and he suggested that we go get something to break the chain with. Once again....ARE YOU FLIPPEN KIDDING ME? I'm like...let me get this straight...you want me to enter an apartment of a mental dude to get his dog? He may be in there. How is the door chained? Am I going to go in there and see that he has committed suicide? Am I going to go in there and get shot? I told my parents NO WAY and left. I also told them that the only way that I would go back and try again is if I had a police officer with me.

I got home and had only been there about 5 minutes when my dad called again. Oh, and did I mention that my dad is the type of person that wants daily tasks done YESTERDAY. It is a disease that I inherited too. CRAP. Anyway, my dad told me that he called the police and a locksmith and that they were going to meet me there in 20 minutes. So, off we go again.

We got to the apartment and talked to the locksmith and police. The police officer said he needed to investigate a little before we just go barging into the apartment. It was probably because, seeing me dressed like I was and having had NO shower, he thought that I was a renter there. After several questions to us and talking to my dad, the police officer gave the locksmith the green light, and the locksmith removed the chain on the apartment door. I was a little nervous. Thankfully, there was NO person inside the apartment, just a crazy yappy little dog. The dog was scared and out of control. The police officer ended up calling animal control, so we could get the dog into a dog carrier.

This is the part that I should probably leave out, but just have to say it anyway...While I was sitting there waiting through all this fiasco, the old owner, "Mr. No-Pay" came to tied up some loose ends with an old tenant. He was driving a very nice newer pickup. I'm saying to myself..."What the crap, maybe you should just sell that nice rig and poney up the money you owe". Okay there I said it. I didn't share his name. It's all good right?

The end of the story goes like this...we take the dog to the kennel. I go home after a 3 1/2 hour looney ride and smile because I don't own apartments.

Wednesday, November 11, 2009

$50,000 pyramid

Do you remember the game show $50,000 pyramid? Someone gives several clues to another person, and that person tries to figure out what they are describing. Remember? Okay good. We are going to play a little $50,000 pyramid. Ready? GO!

Grocery carts with one bad wheel.....
Cable man that says he will be there between 8:00 and 5:00....
Whiny children...
Fingers, scraping down the chalkboard....
Racing to the phone to find out that they are taking a survey...
Realizing there is no toilet paper in the bathroom....
"As seen on T.V." television commercials (Snuggie, Sham Wow)....
Sneezing or coughing while driving with a weak bladder....


Things that are annoying, things that give you high blood pressure, things that make you want to run into a brick wall. Yes, yes, and yes, they all make you feel that way. But the thing that I am describing is..........watching a 7th grade girls basketball game. Holy Frijoles!!

I went to one of Riley's basketball games last night. To paint a picture....they are 7th grade, they are girls, they are still learning how to run plays. They lack certain skills...shooting, rebounding, dribbling, NOT double dribbling....it is anxiety at its finest. In their defense...They have a great coach, they are trying, learning, and getting better, but it is still painful to watch. Okay, so I am a competitive person and should probably (in the words of Riley) "chillax".

I know that I am Riley's Mom, and mom's say these kinds of things, but I think that Riley is DEFINITELY one of the best players on the team. She got a lot of rebounds last night. She was fun to watch trying to cover two girls because another girl on the team...well you know. Riley's team ended up winning the game...10 to 8. Good job Riley!

I took pictures a couple of weeks ago at one of her games....




Atta girl Riley. Way to get that jump ball!

Monday, November 9, 2009

Halloween Festivities

We had a family Halloween Party at the church the week before Halloween. It was a fun day with delicious soup, homemade bread, and dessert. The kids played games and showed off all the costumes.

Jace is one scary little mummy.

Haley dressed up as a sweet little ballerina. (She has a Reese's peanut butter cup in one hand and a cookie in the other. Good grief, she is just like her mom.)

Some of the grand kids in their CRAZY costumes.

All the adults were good sports and wore costumes too. I dressed up as a Wal-Mart shopper (complete with pajama bottoms, ugly hair, you know the scene). We always get a good laugh at all the creative costumes. My little sister, who just so happens to have 9 kids, was the old woman in the shoe. Too funny!


Later in the week, Haley and I went to the grade school to help in Brynn's class for her class room party, and also to see Jace in the costume parade.

Haley in Brynn's class.

Brynn's class party.

Jace during the costume parade.


On Halloween night, I didn't want Haley to get cold, so I convinced her to wear something warm. Haley is all about looking pretty, so I had to do some major talking to get her to wear this costume. I promised her that we could make sugar cookies and decorate them. She liked the idea, and wore the warm costume.

Little miss Haley frog.

Haley liked to be the first one at the door so she could ring the door bell. She was always on a mad dash to get there.
Brynn was just not in the mood to dress up (she must be getting too old). I told her that she better put something on. She just slapped that wig on her head, and was good to go. Works for me!


Hitting the neighborhood.