I love all the people in the world regardless of what country they are from. Whoop dee do and great for them. But when I turn on my talk radio to listen to news about debates and congress and laws and policies; I do NOT want to hear someone from a foreign country discussing them. They may have a great political science degree from Oxford or Cambridge, but they can stay in their country and talk about their own nations politics. I can't explain why it makes me want to scream. It just seems un-American. I want to hear about the economy from someone who pays their taxes here and is effected by the downturn as every other citizen of this once great nation.
Also it bothers me when, again, people with foreign accents are playing roles in movies that are high up in the government. I don't think they should have top security clearance. I know it's fictional, but it bothers me as much as a BYU bumper sticker. I want to run them off the road.
Merry Christmas, everyone.
Friday, December 23, 2011
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Intense Picture Filled Re-cap
I am remiss in my blogging. There's a lot to make up for.
Dylan started pre-school. Two times/week. He loves it, loves his teacher, and playing with new friends. The helmet hair is because we biked.
"Do you want me to walk you to the door?" "No. Bye, Mom."
Maisy likes to play with Dylan's toys while he's at pre-school.
We dog sat my grandma's dog, Cassie. It made Wes and I seriously tempted to get another dog. Lilah was so entertained. Dylan loved that Cassie slept on his bed. He would come down every morning and tell me that he and Cassie had the same dream.
If I haven't mentioned it before; Maisy loves dogs. Every dog is Lilah, it's one of the first words she said. She spends a fair amount of her day hugging, kissing and laying on Lilah. Heaven bless that patient puppy.
Dylan is a hard core Utes fan. Not that I'm complaining about his team of choice, but everywhere we drive/run/bike it's; "Mom, did you see that Ute sign." "They had a Ute flag on their car. Did you see it? We need Ute flags on our car." Just today we were going to the zoo and they had changed the signs on the flag poles, concerning Dylan that it was no longer "Ute season." So I had a chance to bid on some Ute tickets and won them at a good price. Fulfilling my son's dream of going to a Ute game.
True he was kind of done after half time, but we finally won and had a great time. This kid has passion despite his father's apathy. GO UTES!!!
We move on to Halloween. I'm a Michael Jackson fan and since the years that I get to choose everyone's costumes are limited. This was my choice.
It was tons of fun. Dylan got super into it and learned some moves and part of "his" song. I don't think the video is working though. Maisy even said "ow" if asked. While the kids are cute, Wes got the strongest reaction. He was flat out creepy.
Every now and then my kids play awesome like best friends. I snapped these on Monday while I was making dinner. First Dylan read Maisy a book.
Then he packed a bag and took Maisy on an "airplane" to San Diego his favorite place in the whole world
Finally they have landed and are going to Sea World. I love it when he's willing to take his sister with him on trips through his imagination.
It only lasts so long. Eventually my baby that I'm considering re-naming Repeat, ends up "helping" me with the dishes.
To sum up: my kids are fantastic and I want to kiss their cute cheeks a thousand times a day and tell them how much I love them.
Dylan started pre-school. Two times/week. He loves it, loves his teacher, and playing with new friends. The helmet hair is because we biked.
"Do you want me to walk you to the door?" "No. Bye, Mom."
Maisy likes to play with Dylan's toys while he's at pre-school.
We dog sat my grandma's dog, Cassie. It made Wes and I seriously tempted to get another dog. Lilah was so entertained. Dylan loved that Cassie slept on his bed. He would come down every morning and tell me that he and Cassie had the same dream.
If I haven't mentioned it before; Maisy loves dogs. Every dog is Lilah, it's one of the first words she said. She spends a fair amount of her day hugging, kissing and laying on Lilah. Heaven bless that patient puppy.
Dylan is a hard core Utes fan. Not that I'm complaining about his team of choice, but everywhere we drive/run/bike it's; "Mom, did you see that Ute sign." "They had a Ute flag on their car. Did you see it? We need Ute flags on our car." Just today we were going to the zoo and they had changed the signs on the flag poles, concerning Dylan that it was no longer "Ute season." So I had a chance to bid on some Ute tickets and won them at a good price. Fulfilling my son's dream of going to a Ute game.
True he was kind of done after half time, but we finally won and had a great time. This kid has passion despite his father's apathy. GO UTES!!!
We move on to Halloween. I'm a Michael Jackson fan and since the years that I get to choose everyone's costumes are limited. This was my choice.
It was tons of fun. Dylan got super into it and learned some moves and part of "his" song. I don't think the video is working though. Maisy even said "ow" if asked. While the kids are cute, Wes got the strongest reaction. He was flat out creepy.
Every now and then my kids play awesome like best friends. I snapped these on Monday while I was making dinner. First Dylan read Maisy a book.
Then he packed a bag and took Maisy on an "airplane" to San Diego his favorite place in the whole world
Finally they have landed and are going to Sea World. I love it when he's willing to take his sister with him on trips through his imagination.
It only lasts so long. Eventually my baby that I'm considering re-naming Repeat, ends up "helping" me with the dishes.
To sum up: my kids are fantastic and I want to kiss their cute cheeks a thousand times a day and tell them how much I love them.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Thursday, September 15, 2011
My First Glue Gun
That's right, I just barely bought a hot glue gun. I decided at the ripe old age of 30 that I'm finally old enough. Honestly, I may be able to sew, but otherwise anything crafty is beyond me. The inspiration to finally buy one: Maisy had some broken bows. Regardless of the fact that I now own a glue gun, I will still not be making Maisy's bows. Tying a bow is beyond my skill level. Her dress bows always look very sad. My big project however, was a bow holder. I know most people would use tulle, but I happened to have nylon chiffon from making pettiskirts.
The girl isn't even 18 months and has a drawer stuffed full of hair bows. Why so many? 
We're still trying to grow out the mullet, and piggies hide that fact handily.
This is Maisy having taken her bows out and putting about 3 headbands around her neck.
The girl isn't even 18 months and has a drawer stuffed full of hair bows. Why so many? 
We're still trying to grow out the mullet, and piggies hide that fact handily.
This is Maisy having taken her bows out and putting about 3 headbands around her neck.
Monday, September 12, 2011
Alta Canyon Triathlon
So much fun. I think on the last triathlon I did I also came in 8th in my age division. Who cares. I didn't want to die during any part of this one. Even though I had a horrible cough and hadn't swam laps in a couple months, I really loved it. It felt like a really good accomplishment. I need to tip my hat to my dad who won the 55-59 men's age division. Wes came in 6th in his division. Regardless, I finished five minutes faster than him. I look at him and think he has every physical advantage over me and I still prevailed. It's a good feeling. We're super competitive at our house so I'm trying not to gloat every 10 seconds, but I'm still psyched about it. And the kids really liked our "thanks for particiapting" medals.
Thursday, September 1, 2011
Who Am I
I like to think of myself as a logical person, whose actions are not overridden by emotions. I believe this to be in jeopardy when it comes to being a mother. Sometimes I look back on a day and feel bad for my kids because they could just never be sure which way the wind was blowing. Most of the time I try to sit back and let them figure things out on their own, let natural consequences happen. Other times I know I'm the helicopter mom I despise. Sometimes I'm so crazy strict they probably feel like they can't breathe without getting in trouble. Mostly I feel bad for them when my even keel starts to rock.
Monday, August 22, 2011
Dear Smith Family,
I don't know any details of what's going on between the Smith family sibs. Nor do I want to. All I know is that I was getting some funky vibes at the 2 weddings last week and it doesn't sit well with me. I don't know why some people were at one wedding and not another. It should have been a happy time for all to share together. I truly hoped that when Granny died her legacy of offense and ostracism had died with her. I love the Smith family and am grateful to have married into it. Please bring back the love and laughter.
-Andrea
-Andrea
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