I'm Taking My Twins for a 1 Mile Run!

Oops! Do you like my title?

I forgot I wasn't updating my Facebook status. I'm thinking that keeping a daily Facebooking journal would be much easier for me to do...than this daily blogging goal.

Anyway, I really am taking my kids out for a one mile run.

I haven't ran since September 7th. Yes, I remember the exact date, because it was the day my sis-in-law, Ali and I ran the Swiss Days 10K.


It was also the day I injured my leg so badly that I couldn't even walk around and shop at the Swiss Days craft fair afterwards.

A crying shame, I tell you!

Not to worry, I ended up taking Ali's prescription IBU 800...which kicked in after about a 1/2 hour and worked like a dream (just in time for the Park City outlets...much to my hubs dismay).

You may note that a 10K is much farther than a one mile run.

I'll let you know
how it goes.
(For now, I'm heading over to
Facebook to update my status)

Post Edit: Just got back. I totally tricked my kids and we ran out a mile...and then back for a total of 2 miles.

I guess I should say we ran a good, solid mile out.

Then, Savvy, realizing she'd been duped into running 2 miles started walking and said, "I can't do it! We're so far from our car!"

I said, "Honey, we are less than a mile away."

She replied, "That's like 5280 feet!!!!"

Needless to say, she was not happy with her tricky mother.

{I, on the other hand, was pretty impressed that she threw down that 5280 feet fact.}

We Are Family

See the cute girl in this picture? She's my sister-in-law, Ali...

{She's married to my awesome bro, Zach...and has two darling boys Franky and Drew}

...And she's a freakin' photog genius!


She took my family from
goofy and gawky....

To fabulously fantastic...

Sunday Funnies (on Monday)

{I guess I'm still trying to get the hang of this blogging daily plan..so I missed a few days. But, one thing I'm for sure starting back up is the Sunday Funnies...cause my family seriously cracks me up...I'm just a day late this time around.}

My twins turned 12 last month. It was a sad occasion for me. It made me feel really old that my babies were going into YW's and YM's!

One really cool thing about turning 12, was Auz received the priesthood.

He passed the sacrament for the first time a couple of weeks ago.


It happened to be the day of the primary program. {I'm thinking passing the sacrament on primary program day has got to be a toughie for even the most seasoned deacon.} I was nervous for him.

When it came time for the sacrament, I watched my boy like a hawk. He led the deacons out, and headed up to the stand to pass it to the bishopric.

Heart palpitations ensued!

"Did they tell him to pass to the bishop first?" I whispered to El Jefe. {I'm pretty sure El Jefe rolled his eyes at me...but I was too jittery to care.}

Whew. He did it!

Then he walked over to the primary pianist and served her.

Finally, he came down our side. He passed that bread like a pro.

Now, it was time for the water.

He walked very, very, very slowly, trying not to spill the tray. It was pretty cute.

We were sitting on the second to the last row, and by the time he got to us the water was almost gone. I ended up taking the last cup.

Luckily, one of the other deacons had already served the row behind us.

I figured Auz had seen him too.

Unfortunately, he hadn't.

He took that empty tray and attempted to pass it to the cute elderly man behind us.
They informed him they had already been served the sacrament.

Auz got back in line with the rest of the deacons.

After sacrament meeting was over, the cute elderly couple behind us said, "You're son did a real good job on passing the sacrament for the first time. Except for that part where he tried to pass us an empty tray."

10 Fun Facts about Being Robbed

1. Even though I wear super-cheapo makeup...that Maybelline stuff adds up! Replacing the makeup and my makeup bag cost about $60...sheesh!

2. Tuesday was election day. I was totally planning on voting that afternoon. {I mean, I was seriously informed about the candidates...just ask the dude I wrote in for governor.} Then, I realized I needed my drivers license to vote. Stinkin' thieves must have something against people exercising their civic duty.

3. Since I needed to get my drivers license replaced {see #2}. I had the privilege of going through pain and agony of going to the drivers license bureau...filling out forms, standing in the lines, paying $18...all for a new license...{at least the picture is cuter.}

4. They stole our stinkin' cable that connects our Ipods' to the radio so you can listen to your tunes. I think it would be appropriate to say they totally jacked our jack.

5. I'm secretly thankful that my air compressor has been stolen. Now, I don't have to feel guilty about not using it.

6. Since we had to cancel all of our credit/debit cards, I had no money till my AMEX card came FED EX on Tuesday afternoon. {El Jefe the budgeteer was grateful for the two day spending freeze}.

7. It was heart warming to see the thieves show a little bit of integrity. Even though they stole all of our CD's in the jockey box...they left behind my {LDS} Hilary Weeks CD. The irony. I'm sure they were afraid of accidentally listening to it and being inspired to CTR.

8. The thieves have created a little bit of an obsessive/compulsive disorder in my whole family. I hear the garage door being checked at least 10 times a night. If only they could become obsessive/compulsive about cleaning. Is there such a thing as a cleaning thief?

9. Those opportunistic thieves so picked the wrong garage to break into...I mean seriously...we're white trash surrounded by richies.

10. Speaking of white trash, I'm pretty sure the cops didn't believe me when I told them the thieves totally trashed our garage. Maybe it was the scattered junk--intermingled with the sawdust?

The Story of the Great Pumpkin Thieves {minus the pumpkin part}

So, we got robbed over the weekend.


How's that for a Happy Halloween?

It actually happened on Halloween eve (which was Utah's Halloween night).

El Jefe had forgotten and left his car parked in front of the house. He never locks it cause it's a piece of junk. El Jefe has said many a time, "Not even a thief would want this car."

Well, he was right. The thieves didn't want his car. {After all, the key was in the ignition.} But, they did want his cheap, left handed..the jokes on them golf clubs in the trunk, his CD's, and the use of his garage door opener.

Once the bandits made it inside the garage, they had a hey-day, seeing as my van also wasn't locked. So, they got away with my purse (with a whole 10 dollars cash in it), CD's, phone and DS chargers.

But, the most insulting thing of all? They stole my makeup-bag. My cheap, full of crappy make-up, bag. {I told the police officer that they picked the cheapest, poorest garage in the neighborhood to rob...I bet they were super disappointed with their limited cache}.

The only high ticket item they stole was my air compressor. Now, that was a serious bummer. I mean, sure I haven't used it in a couple of years...but it was nice to know that if I ever had time to use my nail gun...that I could.

The most disappointing part of this robbery was they didn't even have the creativity to steal a pumpkin off our porch. Haven't they ever watched "The Great Pumpkin Thief?" I'll be honest, if they had stole a pumpkin--it would've made this annoying trick a tiny bit of a treat.

The blockheads.

Consequences

Auz's Language Art class got in a bit of trouble last week. As a result, they had to write a 5 paragraph essay about the consequences of talking.

The assignment was given last week.

It is due today.

Naturally, being his mother's son, he started it last night.

After reading it, and laughing out loud a couple of times, I decided I had to share.

Consequences

By Auz H.

Today in Mrs. McCormick’s L.A. class we got 3 strikes. Strikes, are marks on the board that we get if we talk while the teacher is talking or disrespect a substitute. I know why we got three strikes. It was because we talked a lot. Now I know that our class likes to talk, but this time they forgot that they had two strikes. We hadn’t had a writing assignment in two weeks so that gave Mrs. MrcCormick an idea. She thought that since we usually only have to do a 3 paragraph essay then doing 5 paragraph essay would be terrible.

Now this is pretty fair punishment--if you think of it like the saying about whether the cup of water is half full or half empty. It’s kind of like thinking that if you have to do twice as much your half empty, or saying at least it’s not three times as much or thrice as much whatever you like--as half full. Also, it could be way worse. It could be 5 pages instead of 5 paragraphs. I’m just saying she could have made it way worse. Now some people would say “but that’s totally unfair it should only be a three paragraph essay since there were only three strikes!” Well those people make me mad. Also, she could have made the due date the next day instead of next week.

Sometimes it’s hard not to talk because LA is basically right when we get to school and we feel the need to talk about all the gossip that has happened since the day before. Something we could do to stop this problem is to save the talking for recess. Another main cause of talking, is when Mrs. McCormick is saying something and it jogs your memory of something that happened over the weekend. People think they have to hurry and say it before they forget. A solution to this problem is either to raise your hand and then share it with the class, or they could just write it down on a piece of paper to save for later.

Now I’m going to tell you about why talking can affect both teachers and students. When you talk you interrupt the entire class. Usually this makes everyone else talk. Then it takes around five minutes to quiet down the class. Not only that, but if it’s really noisy then the teacher has to take time having to write down a strike. Also, if it’s your second strike and then you get another ,the teacher has to write down what your extra assignment is and that takes like 6 minutes. Finally, it affects your homework time too and on top of that you get even more homework from the 3 strikes. It would be a lot easier if we just didn’t talk.

I think it’s important to not get strikes ever again. Maybe Mrs. McCormick could put up a “BE QUIET” sign up on the board to remind us not to talk. She could give us a warning by pointing at it. Also, I’ve decided that it would be a good idea to just sit quietly while the teacher is talking. If our class will just be quiet, then this extra homework will not happen again.

The Challenge

I like a good challenge. In fact, I find it very motivating. Throw in some points and a possible prize...and I'm in it to win it for sure.

So, my sis and I saw this challenge and were too late to join in..but decided to tweak it and make it more applicable to our lives.


The prize? Winner buys the loser dinner. {When Jordyn saw the spreadsheet with everything we were challenging ourselves to do...and then found out the prize was "only" dinner, she said, "That is SO not worth it!" Spoken like a true 15 year old!}

One of our daily points we can earn, is writing in your journal. I've never been much of a journal keeper...I am actually the proud owner of several unfinished journals...ranging the span of age 10 to about age 24. At that point, I gave up even trying. Save the trees and all that.

So, I figured the journaling would likely be a no-pointer every day. Then I remembered one thing I'm I used to be good at though is blogging. And to me blogging is kind of like a journal...so for the next 6 weeks I will be making the time to blog daily...

And who knows...after 6 weeks...it might even be a habit!