To Privatize or Not To Privatize?

That is definitely the question. What are your thoughts on the matter, readers? I am seriously considering it. I heard a sort of spooky story at book club tonight that weirded me out a little. But at the same time, I love when I run across a blog belonging to someone that I haven't talked to in a while, or someone new finds and comments on mine. Brandon says it would be in my best interest to make it private, but not because he's worried about freaky things with strangers. He has other issues. Ugh, I don't know what to do! And also, I admit to reading stranger's blogs, and I'm okay with strangers reading mine, as long as they aren't crazy weirdos. Just innocent blog surfers, like me. Your thoughts on the matter, please?

Luucy

Just so everybody knows, Luucy told me yesterday she was changing the attitude in her name, and according to her, it is now spelled Luucy.

The Wax Museum

What can I say, I'm star-struck! This museum in Vegas cost an arm and a leg, but we had a blast! It was way fun, the kids loved it!

Vegas!

So, this is my boy Lenny. I think we were both better looking in the 90's, but hey, at least we're growing old together. I don't know why he was carrying his guitar around with him, or why he doesn't look as happy to meet me as I was to meet him. All I can say is he is a babe, and I was thrilled to pose with him. Especially cheek to cheek. Watch out, Lisa Bonet. or whoever he's married to now. I don't even know if he is married. He's kind of short, too, but that's ok with me. I'm not really into tall men. You can't see, but I had my hand all caught up in his fro, too. I love his hair, but the long dreads from the 90's were my favorite. A happy moment for me. And thanks to Brandon, for so willingly snapping the picture. This was the second shot, it had to be perfect and the first one wasn't close enough. Pretty good job for Brandon, maybe his photography skills are getting better. And I don't think he was even jealous, even though he knows I used to swear I'd never marry a blond-haired, blue-eyed boy. He had dreads when I met him, remember? It worked. :)

Post-Vacation Blues!

We got home from Mesquite this afternoon, but I'm not yet in the right frame of mind to post about our fun trip! I decided I like to get home at night and go to bed right after trips, instead of getting home in time for a soccer game and 5 hours before bedtime for the hooligans. I am not a patient person, and after 6 hours in the van with said hooligans, I don't have any patience left to hang out around the house counting down 5 MORE hours until I can put them to bed! They were all so very over-tired and out of control...UGH! And my baby boy has a fat lip. I came home from Buddy's soccer game AND pictures (that was another trial on my patience for the day, by the way) and Brandon was standing by the door holding my crying little baby with a washcloth on his lip. I didn't witness the event, but the story goes something like he was running for Brandon and Brandon just thought he was running, not to him, so he jumped over him. Brandon jumped over Owen. I know, this does little to explain the fat lip, but that's the only story I got. and all Abby can do is laugh about it. I don't know if she was a witness or not. Poor Odie can't tell his story, of course, and Brandon, being Mr. Easy Going, doesn't feel it necessary to share any details. Weird. Oh well. He (Odie) ate some pudding and went to bed. All is well. Except I'm still in a bad mood. I think it has something to do with all the JUNK I ate all weekend long...buffets, etc. I need to do a cleansing diet thing. I searched for one at New Year's but didn't find exactly what I was looking for. Angie M. don't let me down...My mother-in-law should have some herbal words of advice, too...By the way, Debbie, any pictures of Brandon with dreads? We only had 3 and he lost 2 of them. I'm sick about it. OK, this is getting rambly, if that's a word...(Even more than usual)
P.S. Happy Earth Day!
P.P.S. How about them Jazz?

Where Are Your Shoes?

Every single time that I leave the house with one or more of my children, we are suddenly missing a shoe. And it's always one that belongs to the child, sometimes children, who are accompanying me. I am a firm believer in giving a 7 minute warning, "Get your shoes on, it's about time to go!" but for some reason they don't believe me until I'm walking out the door. Then the panic ensues. "I can't find my other shoe..." We have a "shoe basket" by our back door. That is where shoes are supposed to go, if not in the closets where they really belong. But of course, that is generally only the home of half of the pair. Maybe it's outside...did I leave it at Gram's?...is it up in your room?...look under the couch... My sweet children all possess more than one pair of shoes, but just try to get them to swap for the pair that has both feet accounted for. This only works with Odie..."Let's wear your soccer shoes, instead" and he is happily singing "socco, socco, socco" as I put them on, or I say "Let's wear these shoes, the same-same as Buddy's instead" and he replies "weew, weew" which in Odie language means Will(..and is about the cutest thing in the world, by the way...) On the other hand, each of the other 4 have their own way of dealing with the offered solution of swapping for another pair. For Abby, it's blaming everyone in the household for losing her shoe, or maybe even hiding it from her? It's never her responsibility. Phoebe? alot of face pulling, eye rolling, and stomping of the feet. She knows which shoes she wants to wear, and is not about to sacrifice her outfit to wearing the Wrong pair of shoes. Willie does a whole lot of whining about it, right down to when the second pair is tied onto his feet, and Lucy, of course, wails. Unless she's in a good mood, then she says "I'll just wear a mismatch, then!" She thinks that looks cute. A giraffe rain boot with a sparkly red "dorothy" shoe. How many times has our poor bus driver waited for Will to find his shoe? She seriously sits in front of our house while we run around frantically. Lucy's most recent solution is "Let's just say a prayer" before she puts too much effort into looking. I swear I tell them every time we're searching "next time just put them in the basket as soon as we walk in the door" and of course "I did!" I don't believe it...sometimes we find the missing mate in the van when we get in to go! That really ticks me off! I swear, someday they'll be grown and I'll leave the house when I'm ready, all by myself, with both shoes on my feet, and no other little piggies to cover. That will truly be a sad day, won't it?

Soccer!

So we are now into the soccer season full swing! In our family, our kids have no choice when it comes to soccer. They WILL play, although we have not had any argument thus far. I had big plans to capture some action shots at the games on saturday, but then didn't remember to take pictures until after...(plus my camera is not so great at action shots.)
So the first game of the week was Will's. the picture is buddy with cute little Ellie from his kindergarten class. He is always so excited for his games, and half the time so far they have been cancelled...the game that this picture was taken at it actually started snowing before long, but Willie scored a nice goal! I think probably his first ever! (I was at work... :( his games are tuesday and thursday nights)
Then Saturday a.m. Abby's games are at 8:30. She looks tired, huh? She played goalie first quarter, which always makes brandon proud. Brandon is the coach of her team this year. Phoebe is jealous of her pink jersey.
Phoebe's game was also Saturday morning. She likes to play goalie, too. She has a cute little team. Brandon got to ref. her game. Notice him handing out donuts in the background? I think both the girls look cute in their goalie gear, but didn't get pictures of them in it...
And of course Brandon would be offended if I didn't post a picture of his glory days as goalie for CHS. He actually put this picture as our wallpaper on our computer! It's blurry, but maybe he thinks it will be inspiring to the kids? ...hmm...or is he more vain than I thought he was? I didn't know him in High School, but he played goalie at Weber State after we were married. That was actually my first introduction to soccer, besides the indoor games he played while we were dating. Alot of his siblings play, too, I guess that's why our kids have no choice...Go Team Arnell!