Go Daddy!

Of course you know I have to do a little tribute to the man in my life on this the day that is all about him... I apologize to my faithful blog readers (and friends and family) who definitely get tired of my relentless husband bragging. But what can you do? When you got it; flaunt it!

Happy, happy day, hunny! All our love to you. Thank you for your kindness. Thank you for your patience. Thank you for your goofiness. Thank you for honoring your priesthood and fulfilling your calling. Thank you for providing so abundantly for us. Thank you for your time. Thank you for your "lameness". Thanks for your love. But most of all: THANK YOU FOR BELONGING TO US SO WE CAN MAKE EVERYONE ELSE JEALOUS!!!

I am constantly in awe of my husband. He is everything we need and more. He knows what is best for us before we know it ourselves. One thing I love about Brandon is he is humble. He is not afraid to admit he was wrong or to accept help/knowledge from others. He is gracious and kind. Not to mention very enjoyable to be around. I say this all the time but I honestly believe it; everyone likes Brandon, he is just a likable guy. (But we like him best!) Happy Father's Day Baby!!!

This post couldn't be complete without me saying a little something to my daddy.

I love you dad. Happy Father's Day. My dad taught me everything that a father should be. He is patient, he is kind, he is generous, he is handsome, he is wise, he is brilliant, he can do ANYTHING, and he is perfect. (Just like my husband. He must have shown me how to recognize a good man when I saw one...) I love you daddy. Thank you for being mine.

Run Forest, Run

You know, I have never seen Forest Gump. I was really just looking for something that had to do with running for my post "title". So there you go.
Now, guess what I did yesterday? That's not even an appropriate question is it? Of course, from the title you can assume that I went running, and you would be correct.
So, guess why that makes me AMAZING? Because I DO NOT run. I am a terrible runner. First of all, I'm sure I pretty much look like a dork, secondly I boast both the speed and endurance of a snail. (This analogy only works if snails can't move further than 2 feet respectively without collapsing. For the sake of this analogy let us say that it is so.) And thirdly, I don't like it. Nothing about wheezing for every breath says "hey, this sounds like a fun activity!"
I promised Gwen I would run a mini-marathon, or something along those ridiculous lines, with her sometime coming up in either July or August. I'm not exactly sure what month but I am pretty sure I will be terminally ill whichever month it may be... Just kidding Gwen. I guess it is time to crack the whip.
The other day, Brandon and I raced from the park to the library. (I won, by the way. It may or may not have had something to do with the malfunctioning of Brandon's stroller...) Anyway, I about died, literally. I was doubled over, gasping for every breath. It took about 15 minutes for my heart rate to slow back down. The saddest part of this whole side story, I think our library is maybe (MAYBE) 50 yards (150 feet) from the park. Shameful.
So back to last nights running VICTORY! I ran a WHOLE 2 city blocks. I know, hold your applause. We only stopped (meaning me and 2 of my kiddos) to lift the stroller on and off of the sidewalk. I have to admit, it wasn't SO bad. Okay, it was kind of enjoyable. Freeing almost. I don't get out much. (Who can blame me with temps in the 30's...in mid-June) But last night it must have gotten up to about 50, and with a sweatshirt, it wasn't cold at all.
Gotta love it when you are so stir crazy that running actually seems like a good activity. (and it was)
Tonight we will be running to the basketball standards (We will probably take the long way since they are only just barely down the street.) And then, I plan to wipe the blacktop with Brandon's face. (That's how bad I'm going to beat him for those of you who don't know smack talk.) And, yes, I do not know a thing about how to play basketball. Let's just say the phrase "What foul?" may spurt from my lips on numerous occasions...
So, for now, just know I am awesome. Now I've got to get off my lazy bum and do some laundry, turbo jam style. (I don't even know what that means...)

Perfection

We are attempting the sleep thing in our house. Unfortunately, it's not always this wonderful. But it isn't all not so wonderful. First nights are always far too devastatingly tortorous for me. But, we are on night 3 now, so we are almost in the home stretch. We'll see.

Isn't he perfection?

Remind Me

No desire to be disgusting...but, next time, remind me that when I feed my two year old caramel popcorn, I need to make absolutely certain that I will not be present for diaper changing in 24 hours. Just remind me.
....UGH!....

Barbershop

I DID IT! I finally cut Brandon's hair (along with Cooper's) and I didn't mess it up. I must say, I am mighty proud. I have been "attempting" haircuts for 5 years now to no success. It usually takes me about 1 1/2 hours and it ends up looking...well not so professional. Hence the reason Brandon usually doesn't get a haircut until we visit Utah.

Well, like always, we forgot/ran out of time last time we were visiting and so that left Brandon's unruly locks to me...too shay. (How do you really spell that word? Better yet, what does it really mean?) touche - thanks Kadon.

So, last Saturday I dove in. Both feet. Man am I awesome. I just went with it, no hesitation, no second guessing, no incessant combing. Guess what, the end result: no uneven sideburns, no 80's steps, no bald husband. I am too awesome.

There was one minor set back, however. Don't tell Brandon but I didn't exactly achieve the "look" I was going for. I was hoping to semi-spike the center, leave it a little longer, so he could do is hair in the fro hawk. Seriously! I think the fro hawk is hot. Maybe next time...

For now he will just have to be clean cut, but at least he doesn't look like a dork.

I don't have any after pictures for you, all I have is a pink panty clad little boy running out in prep of his haircut. Enjoy.

Cell Phone Blues

Here is the advantage of having a grand total of 8 people read your blog: you can beg them for favors.
We have a cell phone instead of a home phone. Our cell phone has decided to go on the fritz. Of course, we still have another 6 months before we can "upgrade" or whatever it is they make you do to replace a broken phone. Meanwhile, our speaker doesn't work, and so while I can hear others speak, they can't hear me. (I am sure there aren't many complaining about that one.) However, now my earpiece is going and so I can't hear others talk. Doesn't make for very productive phone conversations.
There are a couple key items that need to be taken care of over the phone that now can't be. (aka doctor's appointments, calling Gwen to congratulate her on her baby - YAY!, etc.) I'm just a bit miffed.
Mom is probably doing better because there have been at least 15 times these last two days where I have thought: I should just call and ask mom, and then haven't because I CAN"T CALL ANYONE!
What really seems to be frustrating me is the way cell phone companies work nowadays. Used to be, your phone quit working, you transferred your sim card to one that did. Not so any more, my friends, not so. Now you have to make sure, first, that it is a phone "supported" by your company, second, that it is not under contract (Bologna!) and third, that the employee feels like being helpful (or, in some cases, knows how to be.) because you have to take the phone into them to get them to transfer everything over. No more sim cards.
BAH! What they really want you to do is just buy a new phone and sign up for a new contract. I don't have the money (or the stupidity) to pay $180 for a new $30 phone. This is not a gripe against my cell phone carrier in particular, just an all over gripe. And I'm not really THAT miffed, just a little at a loss for what to do.
Here is where you come in (if I haven't deterred you with me endless whining) If any of you are in possession of an old Alltel compatible cell phone that works and is not under contract and want to send it my way, PLEASE DO! I will love you for even longer than I do now.

Problems

Guys, we have a new computer (yay!) and I find the new keyboard a tad bit challenging.... Bare with me. Many, oh so many, typos to come.
By the way, my phone is STUPID! more on that to come.