Glamour shots but cooler!

So I have this crazy and wild idea. Do you remember Glamour shots (sorry I had to..it was hilarious)? I know you do! You would show up, they would do your hair and make-up IE how large, poofy, and gobby can we make you look all while putting you in hideous pooftastic outfits! Good times right? Well I've been thinking....and....I would like to do something along those lines...am I crazy? Let me explain.

As a mom you always get put last...right? You are always the one behind the camera. When are you ever in the shot? I know right now you might not want pictures of just you but later in life when everything including your once beautiful perky hoots have gone south you will want to look back and admire how "North" you use to look.

So here it is HOT MAMA SHOTS! You would get pampered for a day. Hair, make-up, and clothes all done for you! Then I will take the pictures of you on your HOT MAMA day! My problem would be the fact that I don't do hair, make-up, or fashion! EEK! Anyone want to partner up on my crazy idea? Do you think I could get some mamas on board with my sweet idea?

Tell the truth..am I insane?

SUCK my New Moon BLOOD BABY!!

Its crazy how nowadays I can say "team Jacob" and people across the world know what I am talking about and will most likely shout back "team Edward". Back before 2005 if I said "team" anything people would think I needed to visit the nut house. Thanks to our lovely friend Stephanie Meyer ladies around the world are asking their blood to be sucked by a pasty sparkle man. I have been quite shocked by the Twilight saga. I had to keep asking if all this twiliotes, twigits, twilinites or whatever it is they call themselves was for real. When everyone around me was swooning and the pool was packed with the newest blood sucking goodness I kept asking if I missed the memo and the book wasn't really about vampires. Vampires...really ladies?

Don't get me wrong I love a good read in fact I totally dig a book I can't put down, it goes with me everywhere and I try to squeeze it in with any free moment. To be fair I've never read the Twilight saga so I can't be completely fair reviewing the books. My assessment of the Twliandian goodness is on the movies alone. Why haven't I read the books you ask? Probably because I'm sure I would possibly get sucked in but mostly because the books I read are previewed by my fantastic sister. She has never led me astray and I have always loved what she suggested. I hate to say it Ladies but my sister gave blood suckers two thumbs down, which is why I myself have never allowed Edward to suck my time.

It wasn't until the movies came out I allowed myself to check out what all the hype was about. First there was Twilight, a pretty cheese ball movie. It was a super low budget film and struggled in so many ways. For example Mr sparkle and the little twiddle diddle when the sun showed his true sparkle. Or let's not forget the "hop on my back and let's run through the forest/train track" bit. Even though it had so many flaws something kept my attention and left me wanting more (embarrassing as it is to admit, I'll come back to what I think it is). I don't think it will ever be in my DVD collection but I didn't put it on my "most terrible movie ever made" list. Still, surprisingly enough it trumped expectations and made a shiz load of cash, thanks to the thousands of twigises around the world who have read this blood sucking goodness.

Then came New Moon (lucky me I have an amazing man friend that allows me to see the movie before it even hits the theaters..I know he's dreamy and not at all pasty), a much higher budget, new director. This movie was set to be much better, maybe a little less cheese. Well its true to expectations in that it has much less cheese, higher budget, and new less cheese ball director. I'll admit that even though I have a hard time buying into the vampire/werewolf deal I actually enjoyed it, shocking I know.

In New Moon team Jacob is pulled into the mix as the "I also love the pouty sad chick named Bella" Werewolf. Edward bails out of "love" leaving Bella turning to Jacob to pull her out of this depressed sadness that is life without the sparkle paste man. He's there for her, helps her, loves her and she definately takes advantage. I think she leads him on people..sorry but I do. Then pasty sparkle almost ends his life because he thinks pouty girl is dead. Don't worry she saves the day and puts werewolf on the back burner. Yet again I found myself pulled in by its powerful portrail of love. (Yikes did I just say that..never thought that line and a vampire movie would go together)

Now my thoughts on why I was somehow sucked in to all this foolishness and why I think women are creating fan clubs, camping out at movie theatres, and secretly hoping for a pasty sparkle man to show up at their door. Everyone keeps saying its because women are remembering their first love and where I'm sure that could be the case for some women/girls I don't think its it.

You ready...I think we are so sucked into this young love because we all secretly want to be loved as much as Bella is....now...not back in Junior High or maybe even grade school for all you hoochies out there...oh I kid. Who wouldn't want the love that sparkle or hairy has for Bella? Its deep, passionate, undying. Ladies, we eat all that mooshy crap up! Everyone keeps asking how a book can create this emotional response in women...hello this is what and all we dream about!

Am I way off base ladies? What are your thoughts on this Twiliadian obsession? Do tell!

Luckily I have my pasty sparkle man already..he is truly amazing...but I promise I don't act like Bella! Sure do die over my man friend....Love you sweets!

Troubling past...I wish

I'm a little bit ticked right now. Not ticked that the world and Goverment are going straight down the pooper, or that its bitter cold in Cache Valley and its only November, or that my lil baby girl is sick AGAIN, or that I happen to pick up the family plague, or that there is never enough time during the day to get things done.

Nope I'm ticked that I am so weak! WEAK I SAY!!!

I've been doing P90X for almost ninety days now and its been AWESOME! The program is sweet and it totally kicks my booty, I love it. The best part is I am really seeing results ie I have biceps and triceps, who knew. Who also knew that your shoulder is more then one muscle and has strips of glory? Its all true, fun to see, and I love that I am getting stronger to boot. I can do 20+ manly push-ups (3 whole body shaking ones when I started) and 4 pull ups (I could barely hang on to the bar). For the first time in my life I can actually see muscles in my stomach instead of the uni pack and roll (One big square with a roll at the end, my perfect little tire) I've had my whole life, we call it the Dunkley ponch (guess my sisters deal with the same dilema).

Just when I think it might be possible to actually have the stomach of my dreams I crumble. I am weak. I have a killer sweet tooth and it burdens me so! Halloween comes around and I think I can resist the ever so delicious candy corn, I fail! Not just a little fail, I'm pretty sure I ate at least 3 bags...how nasty is that. Then the left over loot, you don't even want to know how many tootsie rolls I ate and I don't even like them. And of course the trick or treating candy which the little man still asks where his big loot ended up. Oh sorry pal, its around my waist and in my cheeks. I feel quite glutinous pointing all this out, yuck!

I was hoping as I travel through these glutinous weeks of candy, cookie dough, brownies etc I could try to blame a troubling past or a deep repressed memory/void I am trying to fill. What makes me eat the third bag of candy corn, or 1/2 the batch of cookie dough, or devour my little mans candy stash?

Truth is I got nothing! My childhood was awesome and I was super lucky my parents didn't try to sell me on the black market. I have an amazing husband and 2 amazing kids. What more could I ask for?

Plain and simple I'm weak and I love love love sweets! Anyone else as weak as I am? Does anyone have a cure because I'm pretty sure it could make it on my "its a disorder" list? Spread the love, please!

If anyone out there could tell me some nasty stories on how rats bathe in the sugar that makes the candy, or how there are tiny hairs (curly, black, long, you name it) secretly baked in every sweet thing I love that would be great! Those kind of stories could really cure this girl of her sweet tooth!

Crafter/thrifter wannabe

My friend Hayley introduced me to the life of crafting/thrifting (she was the quiet book wonder women). I know its nothing new but you know me I am the behind the times kinda gal. She sent me links to all these amazing blogs where all these amazing women craft it up and come up with the most amazing ideas. Did I already say its amazing? There are three blogs I now obsess over (thanks Hayley) and they really are so amazing and crafty/thrifty. I find myself in awe and amazement (boy I sure do love the word amazing...I think I get an award for most use of the word amazing in one paragraph he he!)

My out loud comments consist of....Really, that is an old sweater? No way that is an old entertainment center? Come on ladies is that really a $4 dollar find...it looks so dang cute? What? How on earth do you come up with those ideas? I want that! I can do that!! (me totally dreaming).

I figured I could try my hand at it. I went to wally world (sorry I know it wasn't a thrift store but I was planning on putting it in my hair...eek) and bought three head bands for two bucks. I had a bunch of material left over from doing the quiet book so I decided why not make myself one of those cute headbands that are so hot right now.

Wrapped the headband (nurses must love me...geew)

Made this simple flower

Glued on the flower and then made a matching one for my little princess.

Man friend think its "Um OKEEEE" (dude translation...ugly). Is it totally ugly? Am I too seasoned to be wearing one? I thought it turned out pretty dang cute, not bad considering it only cost me 65cents.

My next crafty project is this just on a smaller scale. Then I want to try my hand at this with one of my man friends old shirts. Of course the big doosie is going to be this kick booty item that I will be starting shortly. YEAH for creative mom's and for me copying them...keep it up ladies.

Thunder baby!

I am a runner through and through. I love to run. I love the runners high. I love hitting the streets/mountain trails just me and the pavement/dirt. I hope I never have to give it up and I don't think any other activity could replace just how awesome it feels after a good long run.

With that said I've been spinning a lot lately. I take this spin class in the most ghetto gym in Cache valley (hey its cheap people and I don't go to check out the quality of the place). I needed something besides just running because switch up is healthy and much easier on my body. When I first started going the class was quiet and everyone talked about when they would be hitting the streets together (Who knew there is a whole network of bikers here in Logan). I wanted and needed some umph!! I started hootin and screaming and telling the ladies to pick it up and that we could do it, mostly to keep me going but the ladies started to enjoy it. Now I'm the designated cheerleader to keep the ladies going. Sometimes I wish I wasn't because sometimes I have no desire to be there.

Back to the point...I really enjoy it and it kicks my booty but I have a very valid and real fear! THUNDER THIGHS! I am so afraid that if I keep spinning as much as I am my legs are going to look like this chicks (never from the waist up since I've had two babies and my girls look more like rocks in socks)! Geewww! Can anyone offer any comfort? Do I need to find a new alternative? Nobody likes the thunder thighs! If I become a spinner am I destine to have thunder thighs?

P.S. The instructor seriously said the "P" word today...the whole thing...shouldn't that word be off limits? I can't stand that word! Anyone feel the same or am I over reacting?

Girlie heaven

I am in girl heaven! I knew I always wanted to have a little girl but it is beyond fun. I was worried about loving two kids..worry over folks I die over both my kids. They are amazing!

Lil sis is growing so fast. She is already 6 months and I can't believe she is so big already. She is rolling ALL over and can get from one end of the room to the other lightning fast. She is getting her two bottom teeth at the same time and is pretty ticked about it...ouch! She talks and laughs all the time and has really turned out to be an amazing baby. She lights up our whole family, we can't get enough of our little princess. She finally has enough hair on top that I've been able to pull it in a baby pony and as you can guess I LOVE IT!!

Look how cute she looks!!

Friend withdrawls

I've been kinda bummed lately. Maybe I am just having a sad pity party for myself but man I'm bummed. It seems like a few months ago life was a little better, I was a little happier. Did I just imagine that things were going awesome? Did I think/dream things were better then they were? What changed from now to a few months ago?

I think I figured it out why or what seems like the only explanation! A few months ago I was working on a quiet book (I will post pics soon) with a bunch of wonderful ladies/friends! Once a week they would come to my house to have a ladies night and we would work on the book. We would talk about everything, laugh about everything, and even cry about almost everything. I really enjoyed those nights just with my friends. Well the books done (not mine because I just happen to put the z backwards, yes I am retarded) and the weeks of ladies time have turned into quiet t.v. remote time...how depressing!

Where did all my friends go? They off and done got lives that don't involve quiet books at my house.

This I know for sure...I need friends...I need a ladies night...this makes me happy. I need ladies I can talk to and not worry about if they will like me when I act like a dork or totally screw up. I need friends that like me for me.

I need and want friends...any takers? I might even be able to pay you if I can get my man friend to add "friend buy off" to our monthly expenses.

Sorry for the bummed out post...I'll try and get out of my pity party.

Pants without the peg

I can't believe it! I took the plunge today and bought my first pair of skinny jeans...YIKES!!! I have to admit that for the longest time and even now they remind a little of when I used to "roll and pin" my jeans back in the day. Who knew they would be the "HOT" new style.

Okay fine I know they've been the hot new jean for awhile now but I'm a behind the times kinda gal. For instance when capris came out I told myself I wouldn't be caught dead in those silly little 1/2 pants and now I have over 6 pairs. Or when long shorts came back in style...there was no way you find them in my closet...7 pairs later. I am the type of person that has to "warm" up to styles and then maybe I might adapt them into my clothes line up.

Now the problem is what on earth and how on earth do I wear them? I was thinking they would look super sexy with these hot boots but the man friend just put the kibosh on them. He not only but the kibosh he said they were atrocious...brutal! What do you think? Are they as ugly as he says?

I look forward to the responses...ha ha! I'll be posting a pic of my hot new skinny pants...wahoo for pants without the peg and the sweet invention of spandex.

Singers regret

I just got done watching the Oprah Karaoke show where she pulled random folks who have great voices and love to sing. She told viewers to send a video and of course I didn't. I am yet again filled with regret that I didn't take the leap of faith and at least try. I love to sing, I always have but I've never felt good enough. I know there will always be someone (or plenty) better then I am but I just keep hoping and wishing that one day I will have my chance on stage to "sing it baby".

Reality check: I don't see that happening unless some record dude shows up at my church on the day I've been asked to sing. So I will continue to sing in the shower, behind closed doors, and occasionally at my church.

Give it up for dream crushing!! WOO WOO

The Help

I ordered "The Help" off Amazon awhile back and it finally came today. I've turned into a "bloomed a little late love to read" gal. I never loved to read until I discovered some awesome books, they drew out emotion in me that I never knew words in a book could do. Some of my favorites are Kite Runner, Thousand Splendid suns, Jane Eyre,and Pillars of the Earth. Random selection I know but they really are great books. Each of them roped me in to the point of I'd rather read then eat, sleep, and shower.

I've heard through the grapevine (and my lovely sister) The Help is a great book. Apparently she was turned down 5 plus times and is now rocking it at the top of the bestsellers list, I love it! Its stories like this that give me hope great things can happen to little people even after no one else believed in them but they kept believing in themselves.

I am pretty excited to start reading it. I've always wanted to do a book club but can't seem to get anyone to join the club (small detail). Both of my sisters do one and they really love it. Guess you have to have friends to do that and I unfortunately am in short supply of those.

Looks like dunkindo will be my book club haven. Stay tune for how the book is going.

Its the PITS!!

(This was a post I wanted to put on our blog but man friend thought it was too much info...not too much info just for me :)

I'm normally a pretty closed person-- even to some of my closest friends (I think I have a few...anyone?). Honestly, I think it's because I've always worried that if people find out some of the things that make me "Me", they might not like me anymore. I get that it's not right, but it's human nature for people to judge. This isn't a post about not judging, I just wanted to make the point that the story I'm about to tell is totally out of my comfort zone and I'm hoping some of you Mamas will step in and help a Sista out by sharing your own Mama moments.

Being a mom is a tough job, Oprah even says so. No, but really it is and I love it! All of you ladies know that being a mom means you might not always get the time to finish that book, finish the laundry, make that gourmet meal, dust, change the sheets, do the dishes etc. You're considered lucky to even get a shower.

Oh the shower, don't you just LOVE the shower. I really think there are few things in life as awesome as a long, hot shower. For me, it just washes away all your worries and for a moment you're alone relaxing and everything outside the shower doesn't matter. Everything that stunk before is fresh and clean. I would get the best ideas in the shower and sing my lungs out.

Then I had kids.

With kids your shower moments are more like...."Sweet I think I have two minutes I do a quick three point wash and call it good". The hair will just have to make it another day and I'm pretty sure pants are a go to hide my extremely long leg hairs. I won't be doing the wave in a tank top today or --heaven forbid-- putting on a swimsuit, so the three point system will work. No, relaxing in the shower is a thing of the past for me. Now every noise I hear is probably something bad (Little Dude just ran out of the house and is playing in the street, Little Sis learned how to crawl and is falling out of her crib, some bad man waited until I stepped in the shower and now he's in my house, you name it...I think it!) My two minute shower turns to one and I'm out, ready for action!

The other day, it was one of those days. I really wanted to get in the shower, but there was just too much to be done. Laundry, cleaning, feeding-- does it ever end? Then my lovely wonderful friend texted me and asked if Little Dude could come over for an hour or so. What!? She didn't even have to ask...of course! It just happened to be time for Little Sis to take a nap. Could it be true, would I actually get a shower today? I thanked her profusely and then asked her for a beard trimmer so I could take a first pass at my sweet hippie legs. I sent Little Dude on his way, put Little Sis down, ignored the tornado house and stepped into... HEAVEN!!!

Then, horror. Taking multiple minutes on the three point system, I happen to notice something that took my breath away. Was that the longest pit hair I've ever seen? No, it's a hair from my head that snuck down...right?

But it wouldn't wash off.

Okay, so it was a super-sticky hair from my head. I'm pretty sure Little Dude had honey in his oatmeal and I must have got some in my hair. Gross! I couldn't believe it! No way that is a pit hair. I'll admit I don't shave my pits everyday... but at least every other day!

I jumped out of the shower-- I had to see this in the mirror. HOLY POOP it was a pit hair! It was long, people....super long. I'm pretty sure I would've given Woodstock ladies a run for their money. I had to pluck it out with the tweezers...my goodness how embarrassing! Then and there I made a pact in my mind: From here on out I would be taking that extra min to make sure I got all of the hairs clipped and trimmed in my pits so there will be no more Woodstock action happening.

OK. Help a Sista out! Anyone else have a Mama moment? Or just a moment you want to share so I don't feel so naked?

Here I am

Well folks here I am. I started a blog just for me. I won't be trying to drive traffic. I won't be hoping for comments. I won't be hoping to make it big one day. I will just post my life in the raw. I will post without worry of competing. I will post without worrying what anyone thinks. I started this blog just for me. Let the fun begin!