Law and Order

I love Law and Order. My favorite is the original, and I also love SVU (although I always want to call it SUV). I love Sgts. Briscoe and Green, Lt. Van Buren and of course Jack McCoy. I could watch it all day, even when they always air the episodes I've seen 14 times. David doesn't like the show (!), but then I can't stand most of his shows either.

Who loves Law and Order - or what's a show you could watch reruns of over and over?

Gimme more

Why is Arby's so skimpy with the sauce? Every time I go through an Arby's drive through I ask for extra Arby's sauce. Almost every time I still only end up with 1 or 2 sauce packets. That is not EXTRA.

Doctor's Orders

I wrote this email to my sister Becky:



On Wed, Sep 24, 2008 at 9:08 AM, Michelle wrote:

Can't breathe. . . Can't walk. . . Puffy.



And she replied:



From: Becky
Sent: Wednesday, September 24, 2008 3:52 PM
To: Michelle


Miss Puffy,

Please lie in bed an extra hour and eat bon bons and watch Felicity reruns.

Love, Dr. Becky


Aren't sisters great?

Football prep

Friday nights are the nights before Jasper's football games. He has to be at the field at 8 am, so last night I tried to have him get as ready as possible the night before.

Me: Jasper, get me all your football gear, so I can wash it and have it all ready for tomorrow.
Jasper: Okay
Me: Bring me everything, okay? That means your jersey, pants, socks, jockstrap/cup, helmet and pads.
Jasper: blank stare.
Me: So what do you need to bring me?
Jasper: blank stare.
Me: okay, go get me your Jersey, pants and socks.
Jasper: heads to his room.

5 minutes later, he appears with his jersey.

Me: okay, now go get me your socks and underwear.
Jasper: okay.

10 minutes later he appears with his socks and underwear - with the cup still inside.

Me: Can you take the cup out of your underwear?
Jasper: How come?
Me: Cuz I have to wash it and I don't want to touch this more than I have to.
Jasper: Okay.
Me: Now, what else do I need?
Jasper: Shrug of shoulders.
Me: I need your pants.

He was in his room "looking" for about 15 minutes. I knocked on his door.

Me: Need help?
Jasper: silence
Me: What are you doing in there?
Jasper: silence

So I enter his room - which is a complete disaster area. He's laying on his bed, head down on his pillow.


Me: Have you found your pants yet?
Jasper: I can't find them anywhere!

At this point I'm really tired so David steps in and helps Jas find the rest of his stuff. I was having a very swollen ornery day and I went to bed. David cautiously wakes me up, "honey, can you just tell me how to use the washing machine?" In his defense, we recently bought a new set of front loading washer/dryers. I've been happily doing all the laundry in the new laundry room that Dave finished adding onto the house, using my new washer and dryer. So I showed him how to use it and went back to bed.

I'm pretty sure Jasper is a typical 9 year old with a messy room and a short attention span.

Is it too late to change my mind?

*I googled "scared of childbirth" and this is one of the images that appeared.

David and I went to a childbirth/prenatal class today. This was our first one, and we have one more class next Saturday. It was good, very informative - and very scary. I'm freaked out! I don't want to give birth! Is there any other way to have this baby? I know its a little late. . . but it just looks freaking horrible. I know it will be worth it of course, and I already love this baby so much. I love feeling him move and kick - that is my favorite thing. But I just almost want to throw up thinking about labor and pushing and all the potential complications.



On a lighter note - Jasper won his game today against Bountiful. It is pretty funny getting ready for games every Saturday morning. Every week he asks us what color jersey and pants to wear. Every week I tell him "Your black pants" or "white jersey this time!" Every week he never believes me. "Are you sure??" he asks. "Yes, I'm positive." Three minutes later I hear him asking David "Dave, what colors am I supposed to wear?" Dave tells him the same thing. And then always Jasper follows up with "Can I just call Coach and ask, please?" We have yet to be wrong - I don't know where this skepticism comes from, but its pretty cute.

Go Huskies!

Although the game was ultimately lost, Jasper sure looks good out there, doesn't he?

He is #51.

Here he is tackling. . .




And tackling some more. . .

And taking a drink . . .

And running.

Better luck next game!

Pregnancy Update

How is my pregnancy going? I'm not a fan of this last trimester. I had no idea moving around would be so hard. Basic things like putting on shoes (yeah slip ons!), turning in bed and walking have become huge undtertakings. Working fulltime while pregnant is really hard too. I can see why many women take their maternity leave a few weeks before their due date. I'm gonna try and stick it out until the very end though. As for the baby name, we still aren't 100%, although we have a name we both like. I think I'm gonna keep it a secret though.

Oh, and I'm suffering from a huge case of water retention. Isn't it lovely?

Sad thing is, these pictures don't even do justice to the way my feet, ankles and hands are swollen.

I have 6 weeks left, there is a light at the end of the tunnel, but man, I'm getting ready for this to be done!

Horses and a Haircut

On Monday we buzzed off Jasper's hair (so handsome!) and went to Clinton and rode my parent's horses. I got to watch from the sidelines and it was a perfect day for riding. It had rained pretty hard early in the morning, but by the time we rode it was just right.

David and I were the last ones in at the barn, and unfortunately neither of us tied up the gate behind us. Jasper was up helping my dad with some hay in the loft and looked out and saw all the horses running away. "Are they supposed to be out of the gate?" he asked my dad. "WHOA get the horses!" Dad yelled. Running and panic ensued. Heather, Anne-Marie, Staci and David ran after them with some enticing oats, Heather tried to cut them off before they got to the highway, and Jasper's and my job was to stand by the gate cutting off the other road to the highway and to hold our arms out.

Eventually they finally got the horses rounded up and we got them back in the corral. Pedro the goat followed them their whole journey because he thinks he is a horse. The run was a bit too much for him, and he got back to the barn panting.

In all the excitement, Heather cursed mildly and it did not escape Jasper's attention.

Jasper: Heather, you said a curse word.

Heather: I know, oops.

Jasper: That means you have to lick a bar of soap.

Heather: Um, nope.

I don't have any pictures (of course) of the escape, but I do have some of Jasper riding after all the horses had calmed down.

Happy Birthday Ree!

It's Anne-Marie's Birthday!

Ree loves:

Jason Castro of American Idol fame

The Utah Jazz

Go Boozer!

Mulder and Scully

Shopping. . .

Just kidding. I don't know many people who hate to shop worse than Anne-Marie.

And of course. .

HOT POCKETS!

Happy Birthday, I love you little sis!

I'm Magic!

Yesterday I was cutting two pieces of homemade bread as late night snacks for me and David (I fondly call it homemade bread when it is actually Rhodes Bake-N-Serve, but let's face it, that is the closest to homemade as I'll ever be baking). As I cut the bread I turned my body to the left and I suddenly heard this "click click click" sound. I looked down and saw that my huge tummy had magically turned the knob on the self-igniting gas range, and the flame took off ready to cook. Pregnancy is helpful in so many ways!