James' Addiction

The first step in recovery is admitting you have a problem. James has a problem. A coke problem (the liquid beverage kind, not the powdery white stuff that can get you arrested). I got him this homemade soda making machine thing for Christmas, so I guess you could say I'm an enabler. But seriously, we might need to have an intervention. Anyone want to be his sponsor?

Oh and why is he smiling? He's watching his favorite clips from Despicable Me. haha. Like this one.


Jellyfish, Weddin' Pie and ...Stretch Marks?

If I wasn't such a procrastinator, these would have all been separate posts...but since it's useless wishing for the impossible, you get what you get- another hodge podge of random crap that happens to me.

Random crap 1: The aquarium.

Not just any aquarium...THE Living Planet Aquarium. Which I'm pretty sure was converted into said aquarium from a Shop-ko. Complete with a mechanic shop in the same parking lot (getting a visual yet?) The commercials looked way cooler. Anyway, it was cool/gross to see some of the things they had there. AND I got to touch a stingray. It almost ate my hand, but it's all good.

I guess when you grow up in Florida with half this stuff in your backyard or within an hour away (not to mention home of some of the best aquarium's in the country), this one was just "meh". I guess not bad for Utah. Spoiled, I know.

Random crap 2: A wedding

Jon and Sarah got married! Finally ;-)

It was nice and it gave me a much needed day off school (bonus!). It really made me wish I was getting married again and going on a week long honeymoon right about now!!

They also had wedding pie instead of wedding cake. They're pie people. They were also really nice when they did the whole feeding to each other thing.

...were we nice?....

no. (-:

Final random crap (#3 if you're counting): Stretch marks.

Aye aye aye. They've started. Because my gut is starting to look less and less like a food baby, and more like a real baby. Unfortunately, most creams and lotions don't really "work" (from what I've read anyway), but you better believe I still lather it up every day. Here's the thing that gets me...THEY FREAKIN' ITCH. Who knew? Not me. I feel like a monkey having to scratch so often.

I have a feeling I'm in for a lot more pregnancy "surprises" along the way.


Pajamas and Autism

Happy Pajama Day!

Has there ever been a more FABULOUS idea than to let EVERYONE at school wear their pajamas for a day?! I think not. Please not the boy behind Maren and I (who look ridiculously large in this picture...we're not really that plump...angle of the camera?...*puts down the cookie) in his snuggie. Snuggies are the best thing since sliced bread. That is not even an exaggeration.

One of the best parts of this day was the fact that 45 principals from around the state of Utah came to our school to all watch us teach a math lesson (apparently the way we teach math is revolutionary...that was not sarcastic. It's pretty kick butt awesome). So I had three principals in my class watching and yes, we're all in pajamas. It was grand.

What else is grand? A FOUR day weekend!! No school Monday and Jon and Sarah's wedding on Tuesday. At first I thought the fact they picked a Tuesday to get married was really inconvenient...but now I'm loving the idea.

Sooo I'm one of those people who thinks its not a smart idea to have kids very close together. Not only because medically it takes a complete year for your body to recoop from pregnancy/labor, but I want one out of diapers before another one is in diapers. Too many diapers= no bueno. My ideal spacing is 3 years I think. All of my siblings and myself are all 4 years apart, and that's worked out great. I know people though who are really close in age and although their teen years were a living hell with one another, now they're really close. To each his own. Anyway, here's something I came across that is pretty interesting...

Children born less than two years after their siblings were considerably more likely to have an autism diagnosis compared to those born after at least three years.

Later in the article it explains that the mother doesn't have enough time to recoop and rebuild vitamin and calcium supplies. Autism is pretty scary in the same way cancer is scary...people don't know THAT much about it yet. And there isn't a "cure". Anyway, the article I read this is here, and the "scholarly" article is the journal of the American Academy of Pediatrics. So I guess I can add that reason to my list. So all you crazy ladies poppin' out babies like it's going out of style...slow the heck down!


Jon + Sarah = Jonrah.

(Genre). James and I for some reason started combining names of the married people we knew to just refer to them as one person. To save time I guess??? Not that we're really people that are so busy we have to jam words together in conversation, but sometimes it's just easier. The only ones that have really stuck (that we actually use) is Rymber (Ryan + Kimber) or Rymberilly (Ryan+Kimber+ Milly)..but now they have Eliza too sooo....I'm not sure what to do about that. I guess they've progressed to "The Shannons." And Jonrah (pronounced Genre).

Yeah...we're that hokey. ANYway.

We went to a little pre-wedding dinner/couples shower/party thing for them on Friday. Completing the Jon's tux completely out of tissue paper I'd say was the crowning jewel of the evening.

Don't let the pilgrim hat and umbrella looking pimp cane throw you off...it was the best we could do.

James did all the between the leg taping...he knew Jon the best...

WHOA my hair is getting long.


Good ole' Florida

This is ridiculously accurate. Love it.

You know you're a Floridian if....

* You never use an umbrella because the rain will be over in five minutes.
* You think a six-foot alligator is actually pretty average

* Every other house in your neighborhood had blue roofs in 2004-2005

* “Down South” means Key West

* You know that anything under a Category 3 just isn't worth waking up for.

* You know the four seasons really are: Hurricane season, love bug season, tourist season and summer.

* Your winter coat is made of denim.

* You can tell the difference between fire ant bites and mosquito bites.

* Anything under 70 degrees is chilly.

* You've driven through Yeehaw Junction.

* You know that no other grocery store can compare to Publix.

* You recognize Miami-Dade as ' Northern Cuba ' (we always called it little Havana)

* You dread love bug season. (didn't know until moving to Utah that people DON'T know what love bugs are...)

* You've worn shorts and used the A/C on Christmas and New Years.

* You are on a first name basis with the Hurricane list. They aren't Hurricane Charley or Hurricane Frances. You know them as Andrew, Charley , Frances , Ivan, Jeanne & Wilma...Irene...Cheryl...Rita Mary... Alison

* You know what a snowbird is and when they'll leave.

* Flip-flops are everyday wear. Shoes are for business meetings and church, but you HAVE worn flip flops to church before.

* You have a drawer full of bathing suits, and one sweatshirt.

* You get annoyed at the tourists who feed seagulls.

* A mountain is any hill 100 feet above sea level.

* You've hosted a hurricane party.

* You can pronounce Okeechobee, Kissimmee , Withlacoochee , Thonotosassa and Micanopy.

* You understand why it's better to have a friend with a boat, than have a boat yourself.

* You were 25 when you first met someone who couldn't swim.

* A good parking place has nothing to do with distance from the store, but everything to do with shade.