A New Addition

I didn't exactly reach my goal, but Santa thought I deserved this thing anyway. He also bought me new tires. Just try and tell me Santa's not real.

Boys in Footie Pajamas

Little boys in footie pajamas are one of my favorite things in the whole wide world. Last night I got to watch three little boys who were wearing them. Consequently these are some of my favorite boys in the whole world. Thus last night was one of my favorite nights.
As I wrapped them up in their blankets like little bean and cheese burritos I realized I'm gonna have so much fun with my own little burritos. But for now, I'm good with these ones--even if they try to remove my fingers because I'm tickling them too much, they won't wash off whatever poop ended up on their faces, or they can't quite get behind the idea of "Rock, Paper, Scissors". (By the way, why are the scissors plural?)

In Amy Jo's Classroom

I'm supposed to be observing Amy Jo's class right now but I've never sat in a teacher's lounge and learned about the ear and why people are deaf.

I'm Sure You're All Wondering...

...if there is any way possible for me to actually make 2300 cookies in a little over two months. Let me assure you, there is. I will do it.

That is all. Yeah, that's all I have to say right now.

Over and out.

I Want to Go to There

Spiral Jetty

Ohhhh Now I Get It

"It says here:
The average unmarried female
Basically insecure
Due to some long frustration may react
With psychosomatic symptoms
Difficult to endure
Affecting the upper resperatory tract.

In other words, just from waiting around for that plain little band of gold
A person can develop a cold."

Thank you Guys and Dolls, this explains why I am always sick. I get it.

Night of Wonder and Surprise. Mmm.

So my friends and I sat in kiddie pools last night, drank root beer, and ate pizza. Lacking a slightly larger recreational water repository, is there any better remedy to a long day at work? I propose there is not. Even if ours was not quite as grandiose as this particular model.

However
I don't actually drink soda very often. Particularly sodas not of the diet variety.  I do drink my diet coke on occasion. But that's not a frequent occurrence either.
My other favorite thing, besides water-logging my butt in a pool that's actually just my size, is taking drives. Long, peaceful, music filled, mind-numbing drives up Provo canyon.
But I get motion sick in or on just about anything that moves.
So naturally on this drive with a friend who I would really rather not look quite so vulnerable in front of, I puked. The combination of root beer and pizza and driving up a winding road were apparently just too much for the old gut. The conversation went something like this (I might have embellished a bit. What?):

"Um, I think I'm gonna be sick."
"Oh, okay. Sorry."
"I think I'm gonna sit outside so I don't defile your car."
"Oh geez, like for reals? Like you really are sick?"
"Mm." (Couldn't talk much anymore)
"Do you want me to hold your hair back?"
Waved him off
"Um call me over if you need me."
And action. Geez I'm graceful. "Goosh. Cough. Sputter. Goosh. Spit. Cough." Too graphic? I'll stop. You get the idea.
Pathetically: "Ummm can you please come hold me up and my hair back?" In defense of me sounding so weak and whiney, I was gonna tumble down the mountain. And the first thing I would have rolled into was my own vomit.

He did his duty manfully and without complaint and then we got back in the car-- after realizing we were still sitting in front of my own regurgitation well after the deed was done.
Thanks friend, you know who you are. You really took one for the team last night. 
I need a new nickname. Pukey Pants? Fainting Fanny? Any other suggestions? I'm an idiot. But I have some stories to show for it ha ha.