EMERIL IN DA HOUSE

My family is all about the Food Network. We love to watch RAcheal RAy cook those 30 minute meals. We love that they seem so easy, but nobody in their right mind has all those ingredients in their fridge or pantry. We also love watching the sweet Southern Peach, Paula Deen, whip up some fried chicken and dumplin. OH, how can I forget Alton Brown and his Good EAts. That's one of our fav-o-rite shows (by the way that was for you Mallory).

While living in Georgia we found out that Mr. Alton Brown actually lived just down the road from where we were. That was so cool. Well what we didn't know was that Mr. Emeril lived in our house. I thought I would share with you what Mr. Luke learned while sitting in a dealership for 2 hours waiting for his oil to get changed. Who says the TV is worthless?

Kung Fu Update

Okay...I got the correct name for the pants....SUMO. I guess I conveniently forgot that. They do not make me feel like a sumo wrestler, but they might make me look like one. Other than that...I love them..they are great. I think they were about $25.00. If any of you, that read this, want to get a taste of the sumo life, let me know. Ruby is coming home around Christmas and will bring any or all she can. If you want a pair, just tell me the color you want. The only thing that is different about them is the color and the small design on the bottom of the left leg. **Remember, one size fits all. Maybe I can get Ruby to snap a pic of them and send it my way to attach. (whatchatink ruby?)

Anyhow...there you go!

Do the Hustle

Sheriff Joe Arpaio could get a few ideas from this prison. This is interesting, I thought.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=u-FhczpCZ84

KUNG FU FIGHTER

For those of you that are like me, and live for comfort, I got just the pants for you. My sister found these pants and introduced them to me while we were in Hawaii. They are called Kung Fu pants (I think, if not, well, that's what I call them) and it's pretty obvious why. The thing about these pants that are amazing is they truly are one size fits all. When you put them on, it's like you just turned yourself into a big present. Because you fold over the sides and then wrap the string around you...then fold the top down. Fun stuff.

Bug...what do ya think? Hands free mama vs. kung fu pants?

I think it's a win win situation here!

TAGGED reminder!

For Robbie, Sisal, Emo and Bug....just a small reminder that your not following the rules of being tagged. Get on it!
Also, since we are all in the habit of not following rules...I want to add Ruby to my tag team.
RULES:
A. List 7 habits/quirks/facts about yourself.
B. Tag people to do the same.
C. Do not tag the person who tagged you or say "whoever wants to do it."

7:39:49

I had an amazing thing happen to me last weekend. I was in St. George the day the marathon was taking place. I love going to watch the people race to the finish. It is, for some reason, so emotional for me. I love watching these runners work so hard at something so hard and then finish to their loved ones open arms. Every time I have gone I end up crying as I watch people cross the line. I have watched my sister and brother take place in this run and it was quite the deal for me. I love listening to the crowd cheer the runners on, even when they don't know them. I love listening to the radio station, that is broadcasting the event, try to say every persons name that crosses. I love watching the runners try to relax after the race with their snacks and massages. I love the weather that usually accompanies the marathon.
Anyhow, this year I thought I would take my children over and let them experience this for themselves. They are all very small, so honestly, it was more for me.

We got delayed at my mom's house and didn't make it over until around 1pm. The race started at 6am (I believe). The 1st person to finish ran the race in 2 hrs. 16 minutes and 42 seconds. That is speedy and amazing, but I didn't see it. I came acrossed something, that to me was more amazing. It struck me very strong, especially after some of the events that has happened to our family over the past year or so.
What I saw was all the refreshment booth being taken down, all the course fencing being rolled up, all the balloons being brought down and I saw all the people leaving the park. Then as I was turning the car around I saw two woman half walking and half jogging to the finish line. I got choked up, like I am now, watching these ladies just trying to finish the race. When I look at the time on the clock it was 7:39:49. These two weren't first or second, but they were finishing. I saw them crossed the line and then I noticed two men, (husband, brother, father, cousin) I didn't know, grab these ladies and hug them tight. One even got swung around in a few cirlces. I instantly thought about our family that is Heaven cheering us on, telling us to

"JUST FINISH THIS RACE"!

I loved thinking about my grandparents, nephews, brother, uncles and so many others that are waiting at the finish line so that we can hug. For some reason that was just so cool to me at that moment. Thought I would share!

Uncle Dusky Strikes Again

This is what happens when you hit Uncle Dusky in the back with a wiffle bat.
When I went over to talk to little C about what happened, I asked him if I could help him down out of the tree. He smiled and told me "no, help me down, I like trees". He secretly loved it! Although the picture says otherwise.

Kolob & Cedar Mtn

Red Hill Town

One of the days that we were in Utah we were able to have dinner with Grandpa Julian, Ila Mae, Uncle Steele, Aunt Amy, Abi, Mimi, Mel and her girls. On our way there we drove over the Dixie hill and I just had to stop. It brought back so many memories of climbing the hill during the morning, afternoon and then at night, just to watch the city live. Being up there was almost like watching a snow globe after you shook it. I felt separated from the world but still somewhat involved because your watching it. Unfortunately, we only had 10 minutes to climb around, but we just had to!
The kids loved it....and quite frankly....so did I!

Kids say the Darnest things

During prayer the other night, my little Shelb was fanning her nose as I was praying right next to her. Afterwards I asked her, "what's the matter, why can't you hold still during prayer?" She so nicely told me "your breath stinks" as she proceeds to plug her nose. So I obnoxiously get right in her face and ask "what does it smell like?" Just then, only as our little Shelby could do, informes me that my breath smells like BEEF & CHEESE.

**It's cheese, no it's poop, thanks guys!**

Happy Fall

Me and the Kids headed to the Grandparents house for a week and I'll tell you it's officially fall in Utah. The weather has been jacket worthy and I LOVE IT! When we left the valley it was 95 and once we arrived it was 70 or so! Oh it is lovely.

Heart Break!

It seems to be turning into a trend and it's breaking my heart. EVERYDAY lastyear of school and everyday this far, have walked out to the bus stop and watched the bus drive off to schoolville. But in the process of Bird getting on the bus and it driving down the road, there is a tradition that takes place. I wait at the end of the sidewalk and her and I blow kisses and wave until we can't see each other anymore. But for the past 2 days she hasn't waved at me or anything. It breaks my heart. Yesterday I asked her...why didn't you wave at me when you left on the bus. She said "I forgot". OH, boo hoo me! So today I went outside all ready to get my waves in and sure enough again....no wave! Maybe it's just getting to be too young for her. I never wanted this day to come. I am a broken hearted mother today!