Pinewood Derby

This was our first experience with Pinewood Derby. We had no idea what to expect. We hadn't ever seen a car kit until this year. Of course we went with a Police Car. The whole weight thing was over our heads. Riggles helped Garrett put a couple of fishing weights in the car making it a whoppin' 2.9 oz at weigh in. We had no idea that we could've brought more weight to add to it and pimp it out a bit more. We thought we would bring in our car, make sure it wasn't over 5 ounces and that was that.

It was still lots of fun. Garrett was excited his "almost" made it to the finish line. I didn't even think it was going to make it that far. He was all about telling me how wrong I was with my expectations. More than a couple of times. What else can I say but, we had fun putting it together. We had fun racing it. And we learned A LOT for next years race!!

This was the closest it came in all 4 lanes

Friday Confessional

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• I eat a lot! I love food. i know i know, who doesn't.


• One time I went with my friend up North to the Temple and afterwards we found a cute little pizzeria to eat at.


• A day up North is just an excuse for a lunch date anyways.


• The waitress recommended we share a pizza and get our own salad because they only have one size pizza.


• Very authentic place I guess.


• I smiled and said..Yeahh...I'll have my own loaded with the meats please.


• And the salad.


• I ate all but two bites


• I could've eaten the two bites.
• But I didn't want to play pig.
• My friend took 3/4 of her pizza home
• I wanted to ask her if I could have it
• But I didn't.


• I like to blame it on how nursing sucks out all my calories and leaves me famished


• Or a high metabolism


• But really, I just love food


• The way it tastes!!


• The way it feels in my mouth and goes down my throat into my belly.


• Get in my BELLL EEEEHH!

What I Meant To Say Wednesday

What I said last night around 3 am to my one year old: (Yes I said one year old...I also said 3 AM, my head was still on my pillow when I was up)

"Ssshhhh, Goodnight Baby..Again."

What I meant to say:
"You're a freakin' one year old. You really don't need to nurse 4-5 times a night. I know you're not hungry! You eat all your food during the day and then share mine. These boobs will still be here in the morning...just sleep through the night all ready. Geees!! Typical male that thinks titties in your mouth will make you feel better and help you fall asleep. Get over it kid or I'm weaning you completely!"

Wednesdays are late start at school. So we have an extra hour in the mornings. I would like to think that extra hour could be used for something amazing like...SLEEPING. But this is the one day of the week my kids wake up at 6:30 instead of 7:30 when they should be getting up at 8:30...AAARRRGGHH!!

What I said this morning at 7:30 to my 81/2 year old when he came charging up the stairs, shouting that Quinna (41/2) has wasted her oatmeal. Two packets of it. *GASP*

"Ok Garrett, I'll take care of it when I come down."

What I meant to say:
"Really?!?! Oatmeal Garrett?!? This is what is tying your panties in a knot?!? Calm down and worry about what you need to be doing. Don't worry so much about your sisters and every little thing they do wrong. And DON'T stomp around yelling at me on late start Wednesday when I am lying in bed and your baby brother is still sleeping. And Quinna..stop wasting food!!! I am sick of it. You need to eat what you get. (There are starving people in china who would love what you have) And Samantha...Well you haven't done anything ...yet..so just check yourself before you piss me off too!!!"

Happy Wednesday...Link up With Chief and say what you really meant!!!

Post It Note Tuesday

It's Time Again For

FINALLY!! An Excuse for my Laundry Pile :)

I have this urge to blog. I don't like it and I don't know where it's coming from. But the weak girl that I am..I am caving in and blogging.
Mr. Riggles is gone for the next 5 days. I usually get really ornery and moody when he leaves..especially to him right before he goes. "NO! Don't leave me with all these children (I know I wanted all of them) alone for 5 days...Whaaaaa!" (No its not confessional today.) But this time I was actually looking forward to him being gone. There is so much more that seems to get done when he is not around...Hmmm I wonder if that has anything to do with the fact that when he is home all he does is ...............well never mind. Anyways...I'm planning to do a lot of the nitty gritty, deep cleaning of the house. So far I've piled up 3 loads of laundry on the coach and ran the dishwasher once. I know what you are thinking...I always pile the laundry on the couch with the intention of folding it right away but it sits there for days until I need a place to sit so I finally put them away. Well, this time I am piling on purpose. The one week where I have all this deep cleaning planned three days of that from 9:30 until 4:30 the water company scheduled maintenance on our street and is shutting our water off during those times. So the need to get whatever water cleaning done is very high today. I know, I have from 4:30 pm until the next morning with water but who in the hell wants to do chores when all the kids are home....Not Me!! That's called my "bonding time" with them. It includes: Homework, THEIR chores, reading, dinner, practice lessons, fighting, clawing, kicking, screaming, baths, hugs, kisses, yelling, prayers and bed. All of which requires my effort to escort and supervise them without any other distraction...Except the computer which I am on half that time. Who has time for laundry in all that???

Friday Confessional

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I think there is a rule somewhere that says you are not suppose to match your shoes and your jacket. But I have the awesomeist magenta, Chuck Taylors and I have the awesomeist magenta, jean jacket and I LOOVVE the way they look together. That is my first confession that I thought of last night while lying in bed with anticipation for Friday Confessional. OOps I guess mentioning my pre-sleep thoughts are my second. Here are some more...



I am a 'Yelling Mom'. I know, sad huh. And I don't even yell when they are in huge trouble. I yell when they are irritating the piss out of me when I'm trying to do something for myself productive such as cleaning cupboards, mopping, reading a book, moving furniture, on the computer or something else that has to do with me and only me and "LEAVE ME ALONE I'M BUSY." No wonder my 6 year old says "You're Mean!" I know! Leave me alone and I won't be mean. :P



I guess that shows how selfish I am. I want, I need, I miss, I'm busy, I'm hungry, I'm not in the mood....me me me my my my I I I now now now!!!!



I even acknowledge that I need to change and be more charitable and stuff. (when I just typed 'and stuff' i said it in my head with the accent of Nacho Libre) I've been looking for ways that I can be more so...but...my ways! I don't want to have to sacrifice too much of the good stuff right? I just want the easy jobs to get the blessings of sacrifice and charity without really sacrificing the things that I really need want. Why make myself work harder right? I know ...I'm gonna get what's coming to me though. Woe is me and my selfish ways. (All about me and my woes again...see it never ends.)

What I Meant to Say Wednesday

What I said to my very grown up 6 year old daughter:

"You are such a good helper I love how you can help take care of the Baby!!!"

The eight year old said, " I want to change his diaper too."

The four year old also chimed in "I can feed him, He likes me."

I say," Yes you can all take turns. Baby Ben E will love that."

What I meant to say:

"Hallelujah Holy Crap! I will LOVE that. I am so thrilled at how you love to change diapers and feed the baby. You know what this means kids?!?! It means that I can sit at the computer without interruption when you are around to do those jobs. I can just yell across the house, 'Who wants to Change the Baby?' and have you three come runnin' up all excited at who I'm going to pick this time to do the deed. I might finally even enjoy your fighting about it. That's right...less jobs for me more for you! Whooop whoop...Holla Holla!!!"

6 year old said:

"Can I change his poopy one?"

I say:

"Sorry maybe when you are a bit bigger."

What I meant to say:

"I WISH!! I just can't see it happening without a massive poop mess with baby wipes wasted and strung out all over the house. Sorry kid!! Love the enthusiasm for cleaning up poop though!!"

A Moment Worth Sharing

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Friday Confessional

So on Fridays I am playing Friday Confessional with Glamazon.

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This week it's a Valentine edition....so do I confess to my Valentine or about him??? hehe jk.

The hub and I are the perfect couple.
We laugh all the time.
He is the funniest man ever.
I even laugh at his balding head and he laughs too.
Then he laughs at my flabby rolls and I laugh.
When we play Battleship we always say "you sunk my battleship" in the voice of the old man on that one Simpsons episode and then we laugh a bit more.
Every round we play we do this when we sink the battleship.
It never gets old
Well it might get old
But we do it anyways and laugh some more
When we argue it's because he does things wrong his way.
If he would have done them the my way the right way things wouldn't get so tense.
Sometimes it's because I'm moody.
But only sometimes.
But then he makes me laugh five minutes later at either him or myself and we are all better.

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LOL

What I Meant to Say Wednesday

So I've been following some dang funny blogs. They play these fun "blog games" and I think I'm gonna try to start to join in on the fun. Gives me a certain "job" to do on these days. OK so more wasted time but anyways.

So here is the deal/link to the main website:

After a weekend and previous week discussion with the biggest kid in the house, man of the house on keeping T.V. and games and music off between the hours of 4 and 6 pm to help with kids, talk to them and hang out without distractions...Monday came and Tuesday came with this:

What I said on Monday:
"First day of the week and it's past 4:00 and the video games are still on...nice! "
What I said on Tuesday:
"First two days of the week and you can't even make it an hour huh?"

What I really meant to say was:
"Are you freakin' kiddin me????? 2 simple freakin hours a day is all I ask to keep the crap off and hang out as a family not being distracted by all that junk... I think you need some serious help with how much you rely on that damned Xbox. And don't blame me for how much you play!! I'm not telling you how much I just loooveee the vulgar words that fly from your mouth and I just looove the way when you snap at everyone when you start loosing. Turn the thing off NOW!!! "

The Dollhouse Project

Over the past few weeks I've been dinking around in the garage with this project. The dresser was one purchased 9 years ago for the baby room for Garrett. It has been with us for while and held up pretty good through the years. (Minus the one drawer missing and shelves that didn't stay put. The back falling apart and kids drawings covering it.)

I was searching doll houses this winter for the girls. But it seemed nothing was sturdy enough for the likes of them. The dollhouse I grew up was probably the best house ever made. It was strong, durable and built to last. I can't say that for the doll houses sold in stores today. Or this one. So I took matters into my own hand and worked with what I had. Which wasn't a lot. But sufficient enough to make my girlies super excited to have something for their barbies to live in!!

Samantha

HERE is a link to the Action Dance newsletter for February. Notice what it says about January's dancer of the Month. I'm so proud :)