Well, since I'm up anyway.

*Hadley Jo was up at 5:30 this morning. It took me until 7 to quite whimpering and laying in the hallway, watching her run all over the house.*

Isn't he handsome?Brent is my wonderful, blue eyed, tender, awnry, plaid shirt wearing, sweetheart of a husband, and today is is 27th birthday. This is more like this is his birthweek, because he started celebrating on thursday night, and doesn't go back to work until Tuesday. Needless to say, this has been an expensive weekend for us!Today he is golfing, and left at about 6:35. So Hadley and I will enjoy Brents birthday taking a break from Brents Birthday! Lots of naps, watermelon and juice! I did plan a little gathering with a few of his friends later, and he doesn't know about it. Well, when he left this morning he didn't know about it, but I'm sure on the golf course today some dummy will slip up and spill the beans.
*Hadley Jo survived her first sleepover at Grandmas. Me? Well, it was my first chance in 16 months to sleep in, and I was up at 6:30 ready to drive to moms with no bra and morning breath, to snatch up my feisty toddler and bring her back to the comforts of home. Where Teletubbies are on repeat in my front room, and I can sit on my computer in comfort, knowing that my baby was somewhere within my radar, ripping any cord she could find out of a wall.
*Tim McGraw concert was a good boot kick'n time. I had a few minor complaints, because he didn't sing many of his great, older songs. I did hear Indian Outlaw, and Green Grass Grows, which were satisfying, but not as heart-twittering romantic as I was hoping for. I think I actually had more fun watching the people there. It's interesting to go to a Country Western concert and see everything from thugs and gangstas, to abercrombie models, and then on to "still have crap on my boots cowboy". Saw a couple of very orange, oompaloompa looking girls. Yes, I admit, I use fake tanner. Often it shows up spotty, fake and orange. But these girls were noticeably ORANGE! I had to hold back from swiping my finger across there faces, almost like you would if you were tasting frosting off of a cake.
*Yesterday we had a wonderful day. Or not. I picked four new craters into my face, watched Brent sweat profusely, and in 12 hours of car shopping, ticked off about 7 carsalesman (which I say in a proud tone, not a regretful one.) And this is our result...I call this one Brents solution to his modest, older, almost paid for truck threatening to breaking down. You just trade it in for a new one! One that costs you 3 times as much in gas, but really only has 12k in miles on it, and we really got if for a good deal, plus they gave us 500 over what we were demanding on our trade. So in all fairness, I did sleep good last night. No buyers remorse quite yet. No money to make my house payment with, but still, no buyers remorse, and that is what is important, right?

woo-wee

Look who I get to see tomorrow night...MMMMMMM. Nummy. Tim McGraw.
But this is what I saw last night...
Actually I should name this post LAZINESS because I posted the pictures here for everyone to see, instead of emailing them one by one to the proper recipients.

Rants & Raves:
*Still not going to post quite yet about HUBBYS BIRTHDAY. I am going to make him wiggle and squirm in anticipation! It is on Sunday, but that is all I am going to say. He usually reads my posts, and its "HMPH. You never write anything about me."
*I am in the process of composing a list of the top ten people who should just retire, put there shirts on and go away. All I have so far is Matthew McConaughey. But I am totally open to suggestions.
*Does anyone have any experience with Leasing a Vehicle? We are almost considering it. Because it makes me happy to think I will never own a vehicle. I will pay nonstop for many cars, trucks or suvs that will never quite be ours. But they will always have that fresh, new smell. And a warranty.
*Ok. One more picture just to sleep better tonight. So that when I have a panick attack about LEAVING HADLEY FOR THE FIRST TIME ALL NIGHT, I can rest my sleepy head and know "Yes, Tim will be worth it"Oh, did I say that? I meant..."A date night with my lovely husband will be worth it!"

7 years of Giggles

I would just like to say HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Payton Pickles P.Diddle Giggles Annie Jinglehymer Forbush. I really can't believe it's already been 7 whole years of this wonderful little girl stealing our hearts. Born when her Grandpa Dennis was in Alaska, he came home and she almost never left his side again. Always sharing ice cream on the bed, teasing and tickles, horses and singing. Some of my favorite memories, and I have so many, were "Bent, me some of your SPEPI?" Brent, can I have some of your PEPSI? Or Lemolaide for lemonaide, hostible for hospital, and of course singing "Hey Good Lookin" with the hip shake. Mom actually has the video posted on her blog...Look there to have a good giggle.
I love the Halloween Pictures of her. She has such a fun personality, and she reflects it in her choice of costumes. No princesses or witches here...
Halloween 2007: Napoleon Dynamite2006: Edward Scissor HandsHalloween 2004: DorothyI love you sweet girl. Hope you have a wonderful birthday.


Some giggles from my week:"Hadley, say 'CHEESE'"This finger tasted better with a little toast wrapped around it. Also, this picture reminds me of Kyle, my little brother.I put this tutu around her waist, and she chose to wear it like this?
And just a cute, classic picture of a baby wearing her daddy's hat.

Healing Part II

Remember these words:
"As the little girl of a big strong, dad, I think of my own dad (awnry as he can be) as invincible, super-heroish and untouchable"

Wow. Someone wanted me to eat those words.

Mr. don't take care of me Dennis, or "Pop" as I like to call him, spent some time airborne on Friday. He then spent a little more time unconscious, quite awhile confused, then about one miserable night rooming with another man at the University hospital. A bruised brain, a gimp in his step, some slightly offended nurses, and some unreal expectations about when he will be getting back on Tombstone (his horse). The doctors told him 4 weeks, I give him 4 days. I'd like to give him more than that, namely a smack on the back of the head, and also a helmet, but the stubborn man loves his horse. I expect to pull up to my grandmas one morning, and next to Tombstone on the ground will be a little blankie with my dad curled up sleeping next to him. Because he misses him. Though, he might wake up bald, because I've heard Kyles horse like to eat hair.

I still love this man with all of my giddy, school-girl, melting heart. In 1989 he lived in California for a few months finishing up a job, I would miss him so bad. We had these two lazyboy chairs in the basement, and if I sat on them with my legs swung over one arm, I could lean up against the back of the chair and it felt like I was sitting on his lap, leaning up against his chest. Sometimes I would nap like this. And though he didn't eat any of the sandwiches I left in his lunchbox every night(when he was with us, not in CA), he walk away somewhat ok from his 53year old rodeo. So I guess he has redeemed himself. Now if he what just be patient and HEAL for crying out loud!

I wasn't going to write about this on my blog, and I am sure he won't be happy to know I did. I didn't even tell the girls at work (mostly out of fear of falling apart and needing to go home). But as I told Brent, it is kind of healing to write about things. Sometimes you just need to get things off your chest.

Speaking of getting things off your chest... Mom? I want you to know I was also hanging on the towel bar swinging with Kyle when we ripped it off the wall in the bathroom. Only he got in trouble, for some strange reason. But I feel redeemed because my back hit the toilet and it really, really hurt.

And a picture. I hate a post without a picture. So go here to see Hadleys reaction to "Tell grandma how much you love Teletubbies." My SIL Jocleynne snapped a pict of it perfectly at Parkers party.

Young & Old Farts

Wow. Birthday month. Birthdays on the 19, 20, 23, 25, and a sweet hubbys bday on the 29. First, Brents oldest (in birth order, not meaning "so old") brother, Brians birthday was yesterday! If I was Sue I would have a poem written for all of these neat people, but I am not one with words, especially meaningful ones.
Happy birthday Brian.
I hope you visit Zion. (park?)
You help us with our stupid questions,
Because you are so smart and we need suggestions.
You are a wonderful father to your sons,
and fun to know we love you tons.

Okay, Parker James Brodericks big birthday is TODAY!! He is son to Brian and Jocelynne, nephew to Brent and I, and punching bag to Hadley Jo.When Brent and I started dating, Parker was only about 3 years old. He was such a little performer, as most 3 year olds are. He was born a boy (duh kacy,) but I say this because for the 9 months of his pregnancy, the doctors had said he was a girl. So out came this little boy, with RED hair. Kind of a shocker for his mom and dad. The point of my story being, that it was kind of an inside joke that he really was the mailman's kid. And when he was around 3, we would say "Parker, where did you come from?" or "Parker, where did you get your red hair?" he would answer "the mailman." Anyway, he is a fun, sweet little boy. Not so little as I think of him though, every time I see him and his brother, Ethan, they both grow so much. I hope your day is wonderful Parker!

So the 23rd is my Oldest (I mean birth order AND AGE) brother, JDs, birthday. He will be 34. 34. 34. Boy that sounds old, right? His cell phone number is ###-####. Call him on the 23rd and tell him how old 34 sounds. (ok, email me and I will give you his number.)He and I look alike, we are both the smartest kids in the family, and he taught me how to ride a bike. And how to manipulate younger siblings into doing your dirty work. Though I am the favorite, he is right up there next to me. He has a new little baby Noah, with beautiful, wonderful wife Jennifer, and older son Alex. Alex has his own room at Instacare. They don't see him for awhile, they start to think something is wrong. See this and you will understand.
Jd. Jd.
How old will you be?
34 and counting.
Your gray hairs will be showing.
I love you like a brother.
Oh wait. Yes like a brother.
Thank you for cute nephews
and teaching me to read.
So I can be a cool aunt,
and I know how to read.

Wow, I think I am getting better?
Well Payton has a big birthday on the 25th, but I am out of rhymes, so I will shout out about that later.

Not much else to talk about. Ya, kinda have a big day. Top of my list, WalMart. Then some laundry folding. Might get to the Bank, too. Not quite sure. Going to the Broderick Residence tonight for a double birthday party. And hopefully some ice cream.

Healing

In years past I have lost a close friend, and my heart still aches remembering the pain that I felt and still continue to feel for her. I have lost great grandparents, who were so dear to my heart, and I was heart broken and I miss them dearly. But, I am not sure what was different then, my age and immaturity, or just different situations all together, but nothing in the world could prepare me for how hard it has been losing my Grandpa. It is a mixture between him being my guy. One of two wonderful, special grandpas who just hold these special spots in my heart, there along with my own daddy, who has this HUGE spot right next to my mom. Or is it because it has been so incredibly hard watching my own mother, in all of her aching, heart broken sadness, lose her Daddy. This has been more heart wrenching than anything I can imagine.As the little girl of a big, strong dad, I think of my own dad (awnry as he can be)as invincible, super-hero-ish and untouchable. I cannot imagine what my mom has been through, but can only watch, and be there for her as she tries to figure out what to do with the pieces of her broken heart, and hope that one day she will let me, or anyone in to help her with her healing.I guess what I am getting at, is my mom has started her own blog, Skunk Hollow to share feelings, pictures, and thoughts. My grandpa was a wonderful, funny man. I am so glad she is sharing with us the thoughts, though sometimes so sad, and memories she has.

modernly medicated

Being as that I am not one to do much for my many complaints, I have not seen a doctor (besides my between the legs doc) for a few years now. So as I stayed copay free, my list of aches and annoyances grew longer and longer. One miserable morning, I broke down with yet another splitting headache, and called IHC. I am sure that inside this Drs head was the word HYPOCHONDRIAC spinning round and round. "And I think I have this, and I think I have that also..." Well, let me tell you how my life has changed. 100$ at the pharmacy, and I am happily masking my many problems that could be fixed with a better diet, exercise and more vacations, taking probably as many meds as my 77 year old gram.
Once upon a time, last week, all I was responsible for taking was birth control. Once a day, sometimes every other day, and sometimes twice a day, I took one little pill to make me infertile, moody, hungry, and hormony. Now, I have all these little bottles lined up on my counter, with a little cup bringing up the caboose. To add to my daily task of standing naked for 20 minutes while my fake-tanning lotion dries, I now have to hold my head forward while the "tastes like butt" nose spray settles into my hyper-mucus producing nostrils. Then I take a claritin for my burny, watery eyes, and my new found love, ADDERALL, for my self-diagnosed ADD. Then before I venture into sleepy land at night, I take a birthcontrol pill and then a med for migraines which is actually an antidepressant, but I am convinced it should be given to anorexics because it has made me ravenous, and I have gained 7 pounds this week. I also have these little emergency, melt on my tongue, mi grain pills, for when the antidepressant chubby bum pill is not quite cutting it. So, my question is, CHUBBY and PAIN FREE, or LESS CHUBBY with HEADACHES? I will take pleasantly plump for 100$, alex trebec.
Wow, if anyone reads this far, I will be surprised.
insert cute picture here to grab peoples attention:





You may think I am late in getting old picts posted for you to see, but no. Surprise! These were taken on Sunday. In June. Snow. See the flip flops? We were just as surprised as you. Our picnic and romp around the beautiful lake was sabotaged by snow. I am hoping the memory of walking 100 feet and turning around and going back to the warm car is worth the 52$ dollars in gas it cost us to get there. Big Cottonwood Canyon, Silver Lake, don't go till August. OK, I just realized I was the only irresponsible one wearing flip flops, and you don't see that in picts. Pity me anyway, please?

Okay so I know I am like a lonely old lady telling her life story to the poor salesman who just happened by, but I have one more story. "Oh let me tell you how silly..."
As I am sitting here proofreading, I hear little Haddie foo foo saying "ma ma" over and over and doing this new, fake, forced cackle she has perfected over the last few days. (Really, it sounds like a witches laugh, but is very cute.) Well, "ma ma" is sometimes me, her mother, who she also calls "mommy," but sometimes my name is "i am going to scream at the top of my lungs until you give me what i want." Other times "ma ma" is grandma, so I get rather confused, especially when the three of us are together, and I am more of a shadow on the wall, and really I think the two of them acknowledge me only so I don't feel left out (which I do, but it's ok.) WOW. back to the story Kacy. What I am gettin at, Haddie laughing, "mama" and I turn around to find this cuteness.

Future circus performer Hadley Jo found out there were pictures up on those shelves. "Ma Ma" was grandma, she was giggling at her picture and pointing at all her family.

Ok, you are free to go now, released from my ramblings.

T for Tea

g & s

HhHhHhHh

Yesterday Mom met us at the salon for Hadley Jo's first Haircut. She was so cute and funny. Honestly, the best little kid I have ever given a haircut to! And I'm not biased! She sat and sucked on her sucker, and watched Grandma and Daddy, and ended up with two suckers at the same time in her mouth. I know, a little young for a haircut, but the back was just a bit more uneven than I would like, being that I am picky!


Isn't that the cutest little face! I can't kiss her enough, the poor child!

2 down, 24 to go!

I have decided to make Hadley an ABC book. I have to admit it is hard to figure something to represent each letter. But there are two letters I figured out all on my own!
I am apoligizing in advance to my future children. I am sorry you don't have cute books. You can look at Hadleys. I will make her share. We can even scratch her name out, and put yours in! Love mom.

Bless*ed Events

On Friday little sweet Noah was blessed by our grandpy, Sparky Forbush. As we are not a normal, traditional LDS family, it was not your typical LDS blessing. JD made up a few new rules and traditions, and little Noah had a "Forbush Family Blessing." Noah was held by his parents, older brother, grandparents and great-grandparents as my grandpa blessed him. It really was a wonderful blessing. Watching Susan (Jennifers Mother) during the blessing, I think it meant so much to all of them to be involved. I didn't dare snap too many pictures during the prayer, but I got a few. That, and little Miss Haddie thought it so hilarious that everyone was quiet, she kept teasing everyone, saying "bye bye" and trying to get them all to look at her. So I was a little occupied.


The kids eating Popsicles in the yard afterwards. Hadley enjoyed the germ fest that was her older cousins "Now try mine, Haddie!" and "she likes my Popsicle!" Thank you for that. I spent the next two days expecting a sniffle, cough or sneeze.

Other Broderick Happenings:
Oh boy. Really? let me see. I am going to dig deep into my Mary Poppins purse and find something interesting to write about. Oh wait. It is empty. Nothing in there but long work days, an expired car registration notice, butterfinger candy bars, and some laundry awaiting the glory of being stacked nicely in it's assigned locations. But I must say, I am excited for school to be out! Babysitters! I think I am going to have what I call Ten dollar Tuesday. Well, probably Monday, but it didn't fit with "ten." This is where I will bribe a Forbush child to watch my child, for ten dollars, and I can run errands, run around the house cleaning, or simply run. Away. To visit my pedicurist Utoetoolong. Ok, I really don't have a pedicurist.But I do now have more resources to pawn my child off on. Thank you, Davis County School District.