What is THIS?...

Right now things are crazy... I've been trying to declutter my mom's house. There were 3 rooms packed full of crafts, odds and ends and a few sentimental items. My sister and I filled up countless garbage and recycling cans with 'stuff'. We found a magazine amongst the mayhem from 1983! Most of the things are going to be sold this weekend and next week in a massive garage sale. Hopefully not a whole lot will be put back in their house, but we'll see. I think my mom started 'hording' to fill a void after my brother and I moved out. She held onto things that she can't even explain. It's been really emotional for my whole family for me to come in and turn their house into a disaster area, more than it was, trying to help get them get rid of years of junk. It's amazing how attached people get to possessions and objects. Personally I would rather have photo albums of friends and family and memories that we've made then a bunch of rooms filled to the brim with stuff. But, their house was a fire hazard waiting to happen. We are halfway there, and should have the majority of it done by this weekend. There will be lots of crafts, Mary Kay, furniture, Stampin' Up, glassware ... you name it! So, PLEASE come to my mom's garage sale...post if you would like the address.

Gooooo Real...

My sister's good friend, Judge, invited us to come cheer on the Real, at their match on Saturday, against Chivas. I have never been to a Real match, or even in their new stadium. It was so awesome! Before the game, we tailgated in the parking lot. Next time I'll for sure bring something to share!Our seats were right behind the south goal, in the front row. The weather was amazing, considering it was the first day of November! Real scored the only goal in the last minute of the game and our huge cheering section erupted! Apparently Judge, and all of his friends are the main supporters of the Real, they even have their own scarves and shirts! We had a blast! Thanks Judge for letting us into your elite group of devoted fans!

Candy, candy, candy...

Ah, October! I love this time of year. Halloween is by far my favorite holiday! Dressing up and begging for candy? Funny how it seems that our food banks are always low, but neighbors seem so willing to hand out candy to greedy kids they don't know. Anyways... It's still my favorite! I never dressed up in anything too creative. I know I have been my fair share of black cats, punk rockers, witches and vampires. One year, me and 3 of my friends dressed up as Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I was Raphael. The costumes were cheap. Green sweats and sweatshirts, and bandanas. Classic. One year I was Sabrina the Teenage Witch, but no one knew since it wasn't a whole lot different than my normal look. I remember in 2nd grade my mom came to my school to help me get ready for the 'parade' and she ratted my hair so bad and huge that I almost refused to leave the girls bathroom. It was a fire hazard waiting to happen.She probably used a whole can of Aqua Net. Here's a pic of me and my brother, as Frankenstein. I think he had marshmallows glued to his neck, for bolts. When we lived out in West Jordan, we had this girl come to our house trick-or-treating, and she was dressed as Princess Leia. She had a white robe on, and bagels tied across the top of her head as her signature 'buns'. Still, that was the best costume I have ever seen. I will never understand the kids that dressed up as hobos or bums. That is just disrespectful. There were always the kids that were Spiderman or Batman, that just seemed too comfortable in their costumes and it made you wonder if they dressed up like that at home just because it was, Tuesday? I did dress up as Tinkerbell and my friend Mandy was Mary Catherine Gallagher - Superstar! Oh, and there was the time I was Trinity from the Matrix. That was fun! Yeah, I'm a 12 year old child trapped in a 31 year old's body... Still, I love Halloween!

A follow up on my guts...

I got my biopsy results back from my endoscopy and everything was negative. Wahoo!! Apparently stress, has caused me to produce more stomach acid, which is irritating some 'erosions' in my stomach lining, and thus making me feel like crap all day, every day, for the last couple of months. I'm sure you are all excited for those details... My doc put me on some meds, and he told my mom to have me take 4 pills a day. Come to find out, I was only supposed to take 2 a day. Now that I'm on the correct dosage, I am starting to feel much better. If I could only mellow out a little, I will be great! And, I know that I should be taking it easy on what I consume, but I have missed my coffee and Coke, like you wouldn't believe! Bring on the caffiene!

Morbid thoughts...

I know a lot of people have been putting together their 'Bucket Lists' since one of the guys that wrote "100 Things to do before you die" kicked the bucket, so here are a few of my ideas of what I would like to do before my time comes....
1. Tour an authentic castle in Europe.
2. Disney cruise, or any cruise for that matter.
3. Race a car, legally, of course.
4. Search for real treasure.
5. Drive the streets of Italy on a scooter.
6. Get a children's book published.
7. Stay in a bed and breakfast in New England, during the fall.
8. Swim with sharks/learn to scuba dive.
9. Go on a zip line in the jungle.
10. Cliff jump off a waterfall.
11. Learn to surf.
12. Join the mile high club.
13. Sky dive.
14. Kiss the Blarney Stone in Ireland.
15. Bungee Jump off a brigde.
16. Go skinny dipping.
17. Learn a new language.
18. Drink beer at Oktoberfest in Germany.
19. Get another tattoo.
20. Ride a gondola in Venice.
21. Go to a red carpet event.
22. Ride on a double-decker bus in England.
23. Dance in the pouring rain.
24. Be in a hurricane, and live to tell about it.
25. Learn to play an instrument.
26. Ride on a rickshaw.
27. Get flattering risque photos taken.
28. Go see a soccer game in Brazil.
29. Get snowed in, in a cabin with only my significant other.
30. Go on a wine tour in Tuscany.
31. Celebrate New Years somewhere with tons of people like Las Vegas or New York.

I'm old and broken...

After 2 months of waking up every day feeling like I'm going to throw up, I finally dragged my sorry carcass into a gastro specialist. As some of you know, I have been having a really rough emotional summer, and it's taken a toll on my health. Trust me, I love fitting into my prepregancy pants and all, but the lack of energy, mood swings and sleepless nights, are not worth the weight loss. My doctor took some scrapbook worthy pictures of my innards, revealing that I wasn't going completely insane from anxiety. There is something actually wrong with my stomach!! He did some biopsies and I should get those results soon, but he didn't seem too concerned. Hopefully the meds he gave me will help! As soon as I find out that all is well (cross your fingers) I'll let you know!

I've been having these weird dreams...

I have always had really weird dreams. Really weird. The other night I dreamt that I got a tattoo of Speedy Gonzales on the side of my face. I remember vividly that I told the girl doing the tattoo, that I wanted to make sure that my hair would hide it, if my hair were down (even though I have pretty short hair anyways). She starts doing the tattoo, and is scribing on my face under my left eye. She makes this huge blue pattern (I'm thinking it's supposed to be wind) and she does Speedy's shoes, when I realize that maybe, I made a bad choice. Not of the design that I picked, of course, since Speedy Gonzales is popular and desirable, especially on my friggin' face, but that the colors were all wrong! I'm yelling at her and it kind of dawns on me that I don't need the rest of the tattoo. So I have a pair of running shoes and 'wind', then my good friend Mandy M is there and she comes up to show me that she has a HUGE cobra head tattoo on her thigh. And all Charity can say is "It's a little big..." about Mandy's HUGE cobra tattoo. Then my dream ends with me laying in bed calling my husband from my cell phone (even though he's downstairs) to tell him that I have a new tattoo, and that I'm sad that it didn't turn out right. Break out your dream dictionaries, any interpretations would be greatly appreciated....