tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77168746720274934652012-02-16T11:31:51.024-07:00The coolest place in blogger land to bemistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03144552707342943705noreply@blogger.comBlogger281100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716874672027493465.post-71350061879737952472010-10-28T15:25:00.005-06:002010-10-30T16:05:57.781-06:00

From the time I hit puberty, I have had to defend my age. I have always looked younger than I am. By the time I hit high school, people couldn't tell who was older - me, at 16, or my sister, at age 12. When you're 20, it's insulting to be asked what high school you go to. As an adult, I've answered the phone and been asked if my mother or father were home.My biggest fear about all this has

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I went outside on Saturday morning half awake to enjoy a few minutes of quiet before the slumber party kids came upstairs. I sat down to enjoy the view and the coolness of the morning, and then looked up. Well, good morning to you too. I'm super thrilled. Just super, super thrilled.

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So far this is how we've spent our summer:Mom can't walk for 2 weeks - very painful, swollen tendon - spends days laying down, icing ankle.Then the dad hurts his back, is down for several days.Then mom gets sick.Then dad gets sick.Then Corbin gets sick.Then Noah gets sick.Oh, we're still coughing up lungs.Oh, and the stupid ankle still isn't healed and now I get to hobble around in a boot.Happy

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Isn't he just the sweetest?Me: Corbin, who's the prettiest Mommy?C: Um, you're not pretty.Me: Why?C: Well, I just don't like your voice.Me (thinking I know what he's talking about): Oh, you mean when I sing.C: I don't like your voice when you sing OR when you talk.Well bless his heart....or something along those lines.Don't worry, I'll get my revenge when he enters the dating years. He has no

mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03144552707342943705noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716874672027493465.post-78402575861962673502010-01-14T13:50:00.013-07:002010-01-14T14:27:18.761-07:00

Would you love to donate $500 to a charity to help with the crisis in Haiti but know that the only way you could do so is with someone elses' money? Well, here's your chance. Over at The Pioneer Woman , Ree is having a giveaway where the winners get to choose which charity will receive a $500 donation. On top of that, she is also donating $.10 for every comment left. Right now the comments are up

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Baby Bear is all grumpy and stuff so here's me trying to make him laugh, rockin' out and singing in a goofy, high pitched voice, waving my arms and shakin' my booty in ways I would never attempt in public all in the name of cheering him up because that's what mothers do. We act like idiots. It's a requirement clearly outlined in the "Say Good-Bye To Your Life and Dignity" manual that came out

mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03144552707342943705noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716874672027493465.post-60441822037715394922009-11-12T18:18:00.007-07:002009-11-13T10:31:54.476-07:00

You can get some by helping out coat less kids this winter and then bragging about your service on your own blog! Just kidding about that last part, but not really cause it does give you an extra chance at winning a $25 amazon gift card. And as we all know, I like to win things.So go visit Sue at navel gazing and let the season of giving begin!**update** The giveaway is over but you can still

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In the short time since I've entered the blogging world, I've entered no less than a million giveaways. I'm greedy. I want things. But online giveaways have been exactly like IRL giveaways - I never win anything. ever.Until today.The last time I won something was at my fourth grade raffle drawing at the school carnival. To put it in perspective for you, I now have a 4th grader. It's been a long

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Cause you're all dying to know. And I must say, except for the ones that just told me I'm funny (thank you! you're in my will now), I'm very disappointed. No one gets my pretend gift certificates so I'll just have to keep them for myself.Here are the answers:1 - True. All I ever wanted was blue carpet.2 - False. I had a friend that had a twin brother, so that was close.3 - False. You'd know that

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Opps, I forgot I was supposed to tag others, so if you read my last post, consider yourself tagged.

mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03144552707342943705noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716874672027493465.post-87997998407697051022009-07-08T15:35:00.009-06:002009-07-08T16:47:12.696-06:00

I never do tags, but I'm making an exception on this one because I don't feel like blogging and we all know what happens when I go a month without posting: I get told to "just delete it!"I don't think I need to bring up any names, but we all know who you are. (And I still love you)So this tag is from my sister Michelle who apparently tagged me about 3 weeks ago. Sorry I don't read your blog more

mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03144552707342943705noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716874672027493465.post-90255729817166907202009-06-22T16:09:00.005-06:002009-07-08T15:35:05.413-06:00

My sweet IKEA, filled with wonderfully cheap and oh so stylish crap to fill my house and heart, how you have failed me. My love for you has been tarnished, I'm afraid, and who knows when I will have the strength, nay, the patience to return to you again.It all started so innocently. We wanted some outdoor chair pads - you had said outdoor chair pads. We wanted two - you only had one in the color

mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03144552707342943705noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716874672027493465.post-3935789421216860602009-06-16T19:48:00.004-06:002009-06-16T21:47:45.991-06:00

This is what I overheard my boys singing as they were getting ready for bed the other night."Don't you wish your girlfriend was HOT like me! OH, yeah, Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me!"Repeat ad nauseam.When I asked where they learned it, they replied, "School!"Thank you Public School Education System!

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Some of you,(Steph) may think I'm a bad blogger for only posting once every 2 months, and you'd probably be right. Especially when you consider all that I haven't blogged about. From my kids school activities to birthdays to holidays, I've seriously failed in my duties as a Mormon Mommy Blogger.To make up for it, I will make this post EXTRA, EXTRA long. Here's the update:School is out. The year

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Can you believe she told me to just delete my blog?! What, just because I haven't posted for a few weeks?Well, okay, since February, but still....delete it!!So Steph, here's a post, just for you, in hopes you'll change your mind.

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Someday, I will post something about our fabulous new house (I'm so humble) and the thrill of feeling like adults again. But right now, I want to share this link with you all. It's about a policy change on Facebook and quite frankly, it is making me think twice about using it. My biggest worry is pictures and info about my children. WON'T SOMEBODY THINK OF THE CHILDREN!!I haven't decided how much

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This is for you night owls out there, (sorry Steph!), if you want free stuff go here.It ends at midnight TONIGHT! So hurry, get over there!

mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03144552707342943705noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716874672027493465.post-64971052169320294142008-12-18T14:40:00.004-07:002008-12-19T08:44:58.320-07:00

Noah : Why do I have to go to the store with you?Me: 'causeNoah : What does that mean?Me: It means "Because I said so!"Noah : I don't speak that kind of language.

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Thanks to everyone who voted in my flooring poll. We're going with hardwood! The house is coming along nicely, I'll have pictures up soon. We have walls and ceilings and everything! It's very exciting. Who knew I would ever be this excited about sheetrock? Not only am I excited about it, but I am also thankful for it. Soon, we will move into our new house with walls and ceilings and carpet and

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The other day, I'm enjoying some quality cuddling time with Noah, when he ever so casually begins picking his nose.And I'm all, "Dude! Why are you picking your nose right in front of me?"And he's all, "To freak you out."Nice.

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I thought I'd post more pictures of Noah's Unusual Pet Show, cause, ya know, what else am I gonna talk about? It's either this or me whining about how Nov. 4th can't come fast enough. Take your pick.I want you all to know that the only time Noah wasn't smiling is when I was taking his picture. He was on a smiling-for-pictures strike. So even though he looks mad, he really wasn't. I also have some

mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03144552707342943705noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716874672027493465.post-68328267789915961362008-10-21T17:42:00.005-06:002008-10-21T17:52:31.350-06:00

Ain't he cute?Can you tell what he was supposed to be?Noah had to make an "unusual" pet for his class. Parents were then invited to come to their Unusual Pet Show. And because I'm a mean mom, (and we're homeless), this may be the only pet Noah gets to have for a long time. Enjoy Noah!And can anyone guess what it's made out of?

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A little tribute to the sweetest kid on earth.Dear Ethan,Today you got baptized and I think a part of me died a little. Died to see my little baby growing up. Yes, I know you haven't been little for a long time now, I know that, I do. But milestones like this one force me to come out of denial and admit that my shrinking potion is not working and you will continue to grow despite all my efforts.

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Noah: Mom, what are you?Me: What do you mean?Noah: Cause you're all grown up and when you grow up you can be a policeman, or fireman....... but you're nothing.Me: Well, I have chosen to be a mommy.Noah: But everyone's a mommy!Ungrateful little............

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So you think you can dance?

mistyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03144552707342943705noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7716874672027493465.post-19585020696244166332008-09-26T11:27:00.000-06:002008-09-27T21:51:34.297-06:00

Okay, just spent waaaay too much time "decorating" this thing. Are all blogs this time consuming? I haven't even started it yet. I haven't even begun bragging about my awesome offspring! There's nothing here yet to help you revel in the awesomeness that is us! And the time! The hours already spent! I had real things to do today!As a professional procrastinator, this is going to be one very

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