Snip Snip Snip

We're enjoying "Chopped All-Stars" on the Food Network, airing Sunday nights.

I was very excited to see Lisa Garza on recently! But then...after seeing her hair...I want to cut mine again.
I've been trying to grow mine out since September, I think, and I'm getting to the point where it's driving me cuckoo crazy. My sister graciously trimmed it for me a few weeks ago and I got rid of the German Shepherd tail look.
I tend to get lazy when I have longer hair. Ponytails are my go to style. And let's be honest...they're not a style. Also, I lost a lot of hair after The Lime was born and it's starting to grow back. But I look ridiculous with this super short hair around my face and the rest of it long and full of split ends.

If I were really brave, I'd pull a Michelle Williams.

But then LaVor would pull one of these...
I can handle a beard but a mullet? When pigs fly.

Tally Mark 14

-Has had 2 colds in 2 weeks.
-2 more molars are coming in...a total of 11 teeth.
-Loves dogs! Anytime he hears a dog bark or sees a dog, he perks up and says his word for doggy. Sorta sounds like "yaya".
-Is eating better. We've started to give him whatever we eat and that seems to help. He still turns his nose up every once in a while.
-Has started climbing onto our shelves in the living room. Soon enough, our couch will be the only thing left.
-Says, "Whoa!"
-On our way to the car one Sunday, I noticed a stain on my skirt and said, "Awww man!" It wasn't shortly after that The Lime copied me.
-Goes to bed like a champ. Nurse, get his nigh nights (blankets) and out he goes.
-Is attracted to the cd's in our computer desk. And the envelopes. And the pictures. Pretty much everything.
-Loves to open the dishwasher.
-Loves keys and has his own word for them.
-Had his first pb&j today. Loved it.
-Is so dang funny. He got up on LaVor's grandparent's couch last night, laid back, got the newspaper and pretended to read it. H.I.L.A.R.I.O.U.S!
-Is one super duper kid.

One Bad Apple Ruins The Bunch

During a break in the rain tonight, I was able to do a little fundraising. The street traffic is obviously down when it's wet outside but there were still several cars out as it was commute time.

I had only been out about 5 minutes when a woman rode by on her bike and yelled, "THAT'S OFFENSIVE!!!" I told her I was sorry but she repeated again, "THAT'S REALLY OFFENSIVE!" I can only assume she meant the side of my sign that said, "Like boobs? Donate to the Avon Walk!" The other side reads, "Donate $1 to fight breast cancer!"

My initial reaction was sadness. I didn't make my sign to offend anyone or poke fun at breast cancer. But then I got mad. Out of the hundreds of smiles, thumbs ups, words of encouragement, I get this one grouch that yells at me! Then...I got scared. What if she came back and tried to destroy my sign?!

About 10 minutes later, a car drove by with their donation hanging out the window. I waited for traffic to stop, ran across the street to collect it and ran back to my staging area. As I was running back, I saw a police officer in the line of cars. Whoops! I always get nervous when I see the police because I don't know if I'm breaking any laws. Sure enough, he pulls up next to me and rolls down his window. "Did a woman pass by here earlier?" he asked. I told him what happened and he said she had called them because of my offensive sign. He told me his wife participated in the walk a few years ago, found nothing wrong with my sign, wished me luck and told me to have a good night.

I could feel my knees shake as he spoke to me. The only trouble I've ever been in was in the 5th grade when I got my name on the board! Needless to say, I was relieved when he found nothing wrong with my actions.

TMI

I think people have an issue with posting too much information online.

Being the blogstalker that I am, I view strangers private information all the time. Creepy, eh? But if I'm doing it, who else is? They may not all be as cute and innocent as I am. Not to mention, there's just some stuff that the public doesn't need to know.

I cringe when I see the following things:
-Posting middle and last names, birthdays, specific locations of where you live, work, go to school.
-Self portraits of people kissing.
-Announcing vacations, where you're going, how long you'll be gone.
-Anything related to what goes on inside of the Temple.
-People leaving their physical address in your comments section/Facebook wall!!!!
-Mentioning anything about your sex life.
-Posting pictures of the outside/inside of your home.
-Personal information that only you, Heavenly Father and possibly your Bishop should know about.

Did you ever hear that story of the woman who posted on her Facebook that she was going out of town and came back to a ransacked house? One of her "friends" broke in while she was gone. Hence why we have a mere 77 friends. I can keep track of every.one.of.you.

Am I going private with our blog? Absolutely not. Bill the Barber can look at my blog for all I care. Just gotta be smart and safe.

We've Got To Pray Just To Make It Today

I remember how excited and pleased we were when The Lime folded his arms for the first time. LaVor and I aren't the best about saying prayers as often as we should, but we did it enough for The Lime to catch on.

Yesterday was a hard day for us and especially our dear friends. A great woman returned home to our Heavenly Father because her calling on earth was complete. We were able to visit with the family last night and be part of their family prayer. While everyone gathered in the kitchen, I was changing The Lime's diaper in the family room. I was secretly glad that I was alone so I could cry without anyone seeing me. The kids calmed down and the chit chat amongst the adults halted while one of the sons said the sweetest prayer. The Lime didn't catch on to what was happening until we all said, "Amen" and then he folded his arms.

Later on, I went to my sister's house to pick up her extra car that I'm borrowing while mine is being worked on. She hadn't driven her car in a while so when I went to start it, it wouldn't crank over. No problem...I'll pump the gas and try it again. Whoops! Didn't work. After about 10 minutes of trying with no success, my sister, niece and I said a prayer. We tried to start the car again and you could tell it wanted to start SO bad but it just couldn't. After 2 more attempts, it finally fired. Another prayer was said, thanking Heavenly Father for answering our first one.

We're so blessed to have a Father in Heaven that loves us, hears us and helps us especially in times of need.

Ich bin ein Berliner

I love jelly doughnuts but I would never consider myself one, JFK.

I had one of my crazy dreams last night and it took place in one of my favorite cities...
Berlin.

The one thing I didn't like about Europe was having to pay to go to the bathroom. And that's how my dream started out.

There wasn't just a line for the bathroom, there was an entire waiting area. And how did they sort everyone? Not by male and female but by shoe size.

I sat next to a girl and asked, "Wie viel kostet die toilette?" She replied (not in English or German) and I soon recognized her. Azita, a girl I went to middle school with. I swatted her leg and said, "You don't have speak to me in that language! We can speak English!"

After waiting for the shoe sizes ahead of us to go, it was our turn. We had to get in line and march into the bathroom. The principal from Kindergarten Cop was the woman in charge of keeping order. And who was in front of me in line? Brik from The Middle.

The bathroom ended up being a huge room with stalls lining the walls. The only problem was that my door wouldn't close properly and the toilets were so low to the ground, you had to sit Indian style. Nobody could leave the bathroom until everyone was finished. Of course, I was the one that made everyone wait. My pipes tend to not work while on vacation.

I woke up as we were leaving the restroom, sad that my dream was over but relieved that I could actually go to the bathroom...on a normal toilet.

This Little Piggy

I hate feet. Everything about them. Blech!

But I can't resist these toesies...I do love how tiny they are.

And how he always crosses them when he's in his high chair.