*more pages*

9 more letters to go! My poor, neglected baby, husband and housework!

Tagged, twice.

Well, I was Tagged by both Mom and Kare Bear. I hope this doesn't mean I have to put double the list , so I will list just 6.
These are the rules which need to be passed on
1).Link to the person who tagged you on your blog.
2).Post the rules of the tag on your blog.
3).Write 6 random things about yourself.
4).Tag 6 people at the end of the post.
5).Let each of the people know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.
6).Let tagger know that your tag entry has been posted

Wow. This is kinda hard. It's easy to come up with things for other people, (especially my family, they are all kinda weird!) But ya know, I am pretty NORMAL and somewhat boring, so 6 things is kinda stretching it for me. I mean, how in depth am I supposed to get? Like, is it important for you to know that my diet doesn't have nearly enough fiber? Or, maybe you don't need to know that I am starting to develop a crush on Steve of Blues Clues? Maybe that's because I see him more than my own husband, but really, I am way out of his league, and he is entirely to geeky, nerdy and dorky for wonderful me! Ok, well I will brainstorm here for a few seconds and list my 6 strange and wacky unknown things about myself:

1. I hardly ever vacuum. My husband does it. I have been in this house for 3 years, and only vacuumed maybe 5 times (and looking at my carpet this shouldn't surprise you). I usually do right before my husband gets home, mostly to clean up a HUGE mess the baby has made with her food in the front room. Food I gave her to occupy her a little bit longer so that I could accomplish a mindless and useless project or Internet search. Shame on me.
2.When I was little and over at friends houses, it never occurred to me that looking in other people's fridges was RUDE. I also asked for second servings of treats, Popsicles, and ice cream. Yes I was that kid.
3. I used to get nervous when my older cousin Jase was around. Not that I had a crush on him (ew, gross) it was just that he was very cute, (looked like Tom Cruise) (Top Gun Tom Cruise, not jump on couch psycho Tom Cruise), and I was just very selective about what I did or said around him. Now, I don't care as much. He is blessed with the same belches and stupid comments everyone else is witness to.
4. Why make your bed when you will be messing it up in a few hours?
5. I pretty much would pay $1,000,000 to guarantee that no mouse, gerbil, hamster, rat, squirrel, chipmunk, or anything with hair and is smaller than the size of a cat, NEVER comes within 25 feet of me for the rest of my life. Actually, for that kind of money lets make it 100 feet. I despise these rodents. Talking about them makes me need to take a hot shower and brush my teeth, because I start to imagine gross hair all over my body and in my mouth. Hairballs. And mouse poo. And Haunt-virus. blaaah.
6. And last but not least, I am actually not that smart. I am witty sometimes, and I don't appear outwardly dumb, so I think this helps disguise the fact. But when it comes to some simple, very apparent, common sense items, it sometimes takes me awhile to catch on. Sometimes I will be deep in thought and a thought will just hit me out of the blue. And I think "Oh! That's how that works!" I have all these smart, educated costumers, and sometimes I have to just nod, smile, and turn on my blow dryer to pretend I understand what someone is saying about Obama, or the KGB or even sometimes their 7th grade geography class. I mean, where is Iowa again?

Ok, Tag these people:
well, Actually, everyone on my friends a family list has already been tagged, so I'm waiting for volunteers...

Busy, Naughty and SUPRISE!!

Finally! I have been PRODUCTIVE!! Big cheers for me. I have stepped away from my computer on these last few days off, and accomplished some things on my list. First, I have been working on my neglected bedroom. Remember my nice new quilt? It needed to have some brightly colored friends on the walls, so I added this...
And these new additions, brought to you by my inner 4th grade child, are now hanging above my bed. My flowers look like balloons and starfish, the robin laid eggs in the fall, and birds just seem to float, not so much fly?I ordered that vinyl tribal/paisley-ish thing off of Etsy here, and it was delivered today. I only swore 3 times while putting it up. Anyway, this will, one day, be a mish mash of random, collage-like items...And YES, I know, I know. Messy dresser.
You know, collage like, kinda but not exactly like this... Oh, and painted my mirror. I know, so important for you to see where I pluck my whiskers, right by the window, for the best light...
While I was busy, Miss Haddie was NAUGHTY!!Notice milk on the couch, the rug, and on the pillows she used to rub it around. I now have good pictures to use for N, naughty, in her book... She fell asleep eating lunch today, Cheetos still in hand!I can't decide if I am becoming more neglectful, if she is becoming busier, or her ROOMFUL of toys really are just boring. Cake pans are actually very nice to sit in on a hot day, nice and cool.
And one more thing I am working on, a little kitchen hutch for Hadley, since she has so much fun with them...I still have to distress it, sew a curtain for the top shelf, add knobs, and paint faux burners on the top. That might actually take me another 6 months, at the rate I move.And now the surprise. Mostly because I know I wont post again for awhile, and these might be gone by then. Also, I would like to appear super accomplished (although I kinda ruined them) and post as many projects as possible, mostly so I feel redemption in the fact that I have not done anything for 3 weeks now. Anywho, MOM, these were intended for you, minus the mess ups. But I don't have to hang them in my house, so take'em or leave'em. Actually, I will leave'em, tomorrow, at your house. So get crackin on that office, so we gots us somewhere to hang these buggers!Ok, I know. Long and boring. You are used to it by now, right? One more picture to make this the LONGEST POST EVER...We went to the Davis County Fair Friday. This one I call "Little girl, do not feed the goats wood chips!" That's my Haddie!

Just a funny...

Most everyone has seen this before, as I have. But this time when I watched it, all I saw was my older brother Jared. His personality is all over the place, but many times when he gets on a roll entertaining, he keeps going. Many times he has had us in tears laughing at his antics. This is something I could see this
goofy guy doing. So go here to see what I am talking about. 6 minutes, but it's worth it.

Boring, I know.

Well, I hate to bore you with the same old, same old. Here, is yet, another page. I was going to wait until I had at least 5 new ones to post, because this, surprise, is not a scrap booking blog. BUT, that said, this is my favorite page so far. And my baby girl, whom just today I was staring at thinking "Your not a baby anymore...", has been SO FUN, craZy, & just absolutely sweet lately. These pictures are the proof. Some are not the best quality, but you can see...



Notice those teeth, second picture from the last? That, Kacy, is why you are weening your baby off of her Binky. To save you thousands of dollars in braces, not to mention the embarrassment of your wonderful daughter being called "Snaggletooth" like her Daddy was. (Brent wore braces for 4 years!) Me, on the other hand, I have this nice BIG mouth, to where my teeth have plenty of room to grow. I can, in one toothy gap, hold half a cob of corn, a small serving of steak, and usually, I like to hang on to a small bit of Butterfinger. For later....

Ok. So now I am a mess. I was going through my files to find a really gappy toothed picture of myself, to prove a point, and came across these: taken just one year ago. They make me smile, but they make me cry, too. As I said before, I am having some serious "You are growing up too fast" issues. I think it is not so much that she is growing up to fast, as it is I don't really remember her as a baby! This kills me! Look at these cheeks!


Oh, no. And this one, too.
This poor child, the things I put her through...

Wow. Might, just now, in my hormonal madness, be almost baby hungry. Me? Really? No, I can't be. I did go to the park with two pregnant ladies the other day, Im sure that is it. It has to be. Their wombness must have effected me strangely...

Ok. I'm over it. I really need my coffees in the morning...

Waterslide

Timely Reunion

For some reason, for once, I am speechless (try to hold your applause). I guess this picture kind of says it all...
I have written, re-written, and erased. My mom says it so much better...

twofers

Ok. Since I know everyone is so interested in Hadley's book, and you would be glad to know that for most of my daylight hours today, my butt has been plastered to this chair, I am posting a few more pages I did today.
Front Cover
Back Cover

So now I am down to the crappy letters. Sorry letters, but there is nothing very interesting that starts with you to put in my babies book. I already know what I am going to do for "A" but I just have to take pictures of it, if she cooperates. The ones I have left are I J L N O Q R U V W X Y Z. I either need to venture to the zoo, and remember my camera this time, or all y'all need to give some input...
I'm trying to convince myself not to make N stand for Naughty. But she is. Very. R could be something Red, but what? My older brother has ruined the word "Queen" for me, so that is out of the question for Q. No, he is not a drag queen, but used to spitefully call me "queen" or "princess." Jerk brother, ruin my babies book.

Stumped.

The book company I am using for Hadley ABC book gave me a warning. "Get off your butt (or get onto it, in front of the computer) and finish your book, because it expires in 60 days!" So here are a few more pages...
Only 16 more letters to go, but I have kind of lost my flair. My creative bone was broken sometime in the last few months. I think all of the chlorine at Cherry Hill is starting to fry my brain cells, as I believe it has done to 90% of the lifeguards there.

My new do!
I fought and fought it, but I finally gave in and did it. It felt wonderful from the first snip! I think I cut around 7 inches off my mullet! I know, you don't have to tell me, I now look just like every other hairdresser out there, oh well.