Yummy Goodness

I have found my new favorite food. It's called "blushing apples". You take an apple and boil it in strawberry jello and cinnamon until it's tender and add a whole bunch of cool whip. Yes, it's as good as it sounds. Like apple pie, only better because it's hot pink. I just made it last night and have already gone to the store to replenish my supply of granny smiths. What's better is that it's only 1 point on Weight Watchers! :)
So...I'm going to make it for our dinner party tomorrow night. We're having Amy and Aaron over so we can decide where we want to go with our free vacation and when. And that means that I should be cleaning the house instead of sitting here jotting down my stupid thoughts of apples soaking in pink jello, oh the gloriousness of the jello and the warm gooiness of the apples. STOP!
I'm going to make myself some coffee and listen to the last 3o minutes of Mark and Brian and THEN clean the house....

Schedules Suck

I have always prided myself on being the kind of person who can be spontaneous. This has all plumeted to a dreadful end. With my daughter starting Kindergarten and my son starting Preschool, I have something going on everyday. I called my friend Amy to set up a time for us to redeem our spa gift certificates (yeah, I know. Waaah waaah waaaaaah.) and we literally went through our "calendars". I used to joke about that, "Sure, I'll check my calendar." I actually have to now! I feel like a real grown up with my little pocket book day planner.
Josh and I went to a seminar this weekend to win a free vacation and the lady asked us what we liked about vacations. Josh said "no clocks". I laughed and told her that we have different opinions about what is relaxing. I like to run around and fit as much as possible into a day and he wants to take 2 naps. I think I'm starting to get it and I'm ready to take our free vacations. Oh, by the way, it looks like we're probably going to go to Las Vegas. I'm going to be Amy's date and Josh is bringing Aaron. Should be a blast! Now, I just have to check the calendar and see what date works...

Dump the Dogs

This is what Papa tells me every time I bring up the dogs. It doesn't matter if I'm complaining about them, which is what I'm usually doing regarding the dogs, or if I'm just casually mentioning them. He always tells me to "dump the dogs". I did. Well one of them anyway.
We placed an ad in the Oregonian that went in the paper today. I woke up to the sound of the phone ringing at 7:10 am. "Hi, I'm calling about your 1 yr old Boxer". I had already forgotten that I'd placed the ad. He wanted to come right out and see her. He LOVED her and took her away. Part of me is sad but a much larger part of me (no, not talking about my stomach) is soooo happy! We sold her for $195.
We still have Abbie, but she's just a grumpy old lady anyway. She is content to just sit around all day and sleep. Exactly what a dog should do in my opinion. None of this energy crap. I don't have enough for myself, let alone the kids and 2 dogs.
Would you all please remind me of this particular entry when I start talking about a cute little dachsund puppy? Yeah, my father-in-law's miniature dachsund is pregnant. I can't really imagine anything more adorable than a dachsund puppy. Oh, a clean house ain't bad.

I Need Me a Label Gun!

I think I've been brainwashed by the crazy lady on Wife Swap. There was an episode the other night where these two opposite families switched wives. I know, they're always really different and it's to be expected. But this particular episode couldn't have had two more different women. One family was all pirated out. Yes, pirates. They spoke and dressed like pirates and had a filthy house. The mom was frightening and the kids were the biggest geeks I've seen since the Denver Renessaince Fair. The other family was insanely organized. I mean really. The mom walked around with a label gun and labeled her kids when they were bad. She made them sit in a box and wear the label of the "crime" they had committed. There was a moment where she had the husband in the box with a label because he didn't want to wear a suit and go to a 9-5 job. Paaahleeez! At the other house, the pirate lady made the family sink a chest full of their possesions to prove that they were all too caught up in their appearances. It was hilarious. The little girl, who was about 10 was crying her eyes out about her makeup. That'll teach her, little cheerleader that she was. ANYWAY...... I labeled my bathroom closet today. It's absolutely beautiful. That was the point of this story.

Don't Label Me

What a freakin' week. Man, I've been busy doing nothing. I actually organized and labeled my linen closet. Yes, labeled. It's so addicting, I'm just trying to think of the next thing to label. I borrowed this contraption from my friend Amy. She's the label queen. I'm just the label princess. Really, like I need labels to tell me where to put the towels as opposed to where to put the twin sheet sets. I really must be bored. My closet looks like something out of a Martha Stewart magazine though. Pretty cool.
On a completely different note, I want to say something but I'm not sure how or why. A family from our old church has a son who's only 2 years older than me. He just died this morning from lung cancer. I'm totally pissed off. He never smoked or even lived with anyone who did. Why the hell did he have lung cancer? I'm pretty sure the whole cigarette thing is a lie. So, today I start smoking. Well, maybe not. But seriously, my prayers and thoughts go out to Jacob and his family.

All the Leaves Are Brown

Fall is near. I can taste it, smell it. Oh, and it's freakin' cold outside. I couldn't be happier. By the end of April every year I'm so ready for a bathing suit and lakes and barbecues and cold beer and lemonade, etc. I'm done with that feeling. Now all I want in the world is some rain and a sweatshirt.
Really though, it's the holidays that we get to look forward to at this time of year. Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas. It's a glorious 3 months. I'm actually proud of Target for being so bold as to introduce Halloween to the world in early September. We really do need two months to get ready for it. At least I do. I am already having panic attacks about what I'll wear this year for "the party". Thank goodness all the stores have their costumes out so I won't have to make a last minute decision. Yeah right.
On a completely different note, I've lost 8 pounds in the last week. Sure, I'm starving and grumpy, but my fat jeans are starting to feel a little loose. I might be able to go shopping soon. Woo hoo!

My First Blog Ever

Yep, it's come to this. I have nothing to say and yet I'm blogging for the world to see just how lame I am.
My day started at the butt-crack of dawn when the alarm went off...yes 6:30 am. Got up, made coffee, fed the kiddos and got ready. Left the house in a rush (what's new?) at 8 to get my daughter to school. She started Kindergarten last week which officially makes me OLD. So the only thing I want more than cheesecake right now would be sleep. Unfortunately I have to pick up my husband at the MAX station in about half an hour. So I blog.
I have a new obsession. House hunting. We've decided to find the perfect house. We are perfectly happy in our house now, but the game has begun. Looking for a 4 bedroom 3 bathroom 2000 + sf house with a basement in our price range is an almost impossible task. Which is why I must do it. We aren't even in a position to move right now. Our house isn't on the market, etc. So why do I spend countless hours on the internet looking for the perfect house? I'm sick. That's why.