Tuesday, May 27, 2008

playstations and vomit.

In that order.

A few days ago Doug decided to bring home a playstation 3. Nevermind the fact that we bought a Wii in January, because I didn't WANT a playstation 3. His reasoning is to be able to play bue-ray disks on the PS3 (because aparently you can do that. Who knew?) So why didn't he just buy a blue-ray player? Because blue-ray can't play guitar hero or rock band, that's why. I forsee a pair of seven jeans and a sexy hot pair of boots in my future. Yes I do.

In other news, Jared barfed all over the car this weekend. On our way to see my grandparents, Jared said he wasn't feeling well, but I just chalked it up to a tummy ache, since he said he wasn't nauseaus. 5 minutes away from the house, I hear this coughing sound, and I look back to see water mixed with pieces of grapes flying out of his mouth all over the seats. And Jade's shoes, which totally grosses her out. My first instinct is to yell. So I did. But the more I yelled, the more he threw up. I felt sorry for him, I really did. I pulled over in an El Pollo Loco, and we went straight to the bathroom, where Jade proceeded to tell EVERYONE that Jared just threw up. People looked at us like we had the plague. I got him cleaned up, wiped the seats down as much as I could with bathroom papertowels, rolled the windows down, and drove the rest of the way to my grandparents. It took me about an hour to get it cleaned up. I did a pretty good job too, you can't even smell it. I rock.

Monday, May 19, 2008


Yesterday afternoon we went to lunch with a couple of friends of ours. Actually, she cuts Doug's hair, and she's been doing it since he was a teenager. She's the only one he lets call him "Dougie". (It's really cute actually, since she has a pretty thick German accent)So before we ordered our lunches, the server took drink orders. You should have seen the looks I got when I ordered Pepsi instead of a margarita. It's like everything in the room stopped, and I think Doug actually choked on his chips and salsa. He looks around the table and says in complete shock "That's the first time Carrie hasn't ordered a margarita at a mexican restaruant." So then, of course the questions start flowing, and they want to know WHY IN THE WORLD would I order a pepsi instead of a nice cool, salty margarita? I honestly didn't know what to say. I totally copped out and said it was too early to be drinking. But, that didn't really fly, because anyone who knows me knows I'll find any excuse to drink, regardless of the hour. Luckily though they dropped the subject, or maybe I changed the subject. I know it'll happen again, it's just a matter of time....until the next time we eat out and I order a pepsi instead of whatever drink I normally get at whatever restaruant we happen to be at. If I tell Doug now that I've stopped drinking (which should be self-evident because of the lack of abundant empty wine bottles) he'll just laugh in my face. So....maybe I'll just let it be, and he'll eventually realize I kicked the habit. It's been almost 2 months now, and honestly I'm not missing it as much as I thought I would. I mean, don't get me wrong, I DO think about it every once and a while at the end of a long day, and remember how nice it used to be to sit and sip at a lucious heavenly Merlot and let all my cares melt away. But I also know it's not worth it. As great as it was to feel nothing while drinking, it's not worth the guilt I used to feel the next morning. I can do this. I can.

Thursday, May 15, 2008

A woman after my own heart

I saw this on Ellen a few months ago, and have been wanting to post it. I finally got around to it. This has got to be the best first dance at a wedding ever.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

May 14th

Wow, I can't believe this is the year to turn 30. I remember when we were 19 and sneaking out to drink Strawberry Hill in the boonies. I remember field shows, Java Books, La Jolla, red Ford Escorts with Snoop Dogg rattling the windows. I remember Tijuana, convincing B we could read each others' minds, a gimp leading the blind, a Las Vegas wedding, and a whole slew of family drama. We have come a long way. We now have 5 babies between us. We have grown, matured, gotten closer, drifted apart at times, and have become like sisters. You are the most amazing friend I could ask for. I love you. Happy 30th!

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Grandmas are the best!

So, for Mother's Day, I drove down to visit my grandparents for the weekend. I thought that would be nice, since I haven't seen them since Christmas. Well, grandma ended up cooking a full pancake and egg breakfast, and taking me and Jade shopping. Jared stayed with grandpa and learned how to beat my sorry butt in checkers. $150.00 and two hours later, we came home for lunch....which she cooked of course. Okay, really I'm not an ungrateful lazy granddaughter. I know it sounds that way, but I'm not. (even though she's pushing 80 and still cleaning up after our messes)She insists on cooking for us, buying us (me) clothes, and making our beds the second we roll out of them. So...since I love her so much, I let her do those things for me, because I know it means the world to her to "take care of us". So, happy Mother's Day grandma, and thanks for the shopping spree!

At least I got her flowers. And a card. So there.

This is one of the tops I picked out. It looks rad with my funky new glasses. Yeah, I said rad.

Wednesday, May 07, 2008

Jenn tagged me, so here ya go.

A. Post the rules
B. Answer all the questions about yourself
C. After you are done posting, tag 5 people

1. What were you doing 10 years ago?
At the beginning of 1998 I was in a car accident, and broke my elbow, had to have surgery, and I also broke my ankle. I still have a seatbelt scar across my chest. A friend was driving, she fell asleep and we crashed into a palm tree. AT the end of '98', I was a percussionist in RCC marching band, touring all of SoCal, and then did an exhibition performance at the Georgia dome in Atlanta. It was one of the neatest experiences of my life.
If you have 10 minutes, watch the vid. It's our rehearsal in the Georgia Dome. We are a little off because we weren't used to the echo in there. It gets a lot better toward the end. About 5 minutes into it, you can really hear us in the drum solo. Sorry about the singing. Who's ever heard of singers in a field show anyway? Also, if you're familiar with the music of Les Miserables, this'll sound familiar to you. Enjoy! It sure brings back memories. Make sure you turn off my playlist first.

2. Five things on your to do list today.
* laundry
* clean bathrooms
* type more orthopedic reports (this unit seems to be never-ending)
* make dinner
* play/spend time with kids

3. 5 snacks you enjoy.
*salted peanuts
*chocolate chip cookies
*hard-boiled eggs

4. What would you do if you suddenly became a millionaire?
* pay off debt
* buy house
*travel to Europe
*shop, shop, shop!!

5. 3 bad habits:
*Nail biting
*putting things off until the very last minute
*drinking coffee

6. 5 places I've lived:
Moreno Valley, CA
San Jose, CA
Concord, CA
Lancaster, CA (guess I've only lived 4 places)

7. 5 jobs I've had:
Mervyn's sales clerk
* receptionist for property management co.
* office assistant for record-keeping co.
*sales associate for Ritz Camera
*store manager for Ritz Camera

8. 5 things people don't know about me:
*I talk to myself on a regular basis, like in my head....and sometimes out loud.
* I went halfway through Army bootcamp and then dropped out (yes you can do that, you just have to have a medical reason. Mine was scoliosis)
* I can't kill bugs.
* I used to smoke.
*I have never plucked my eyebrows. I just can't. I have a mental block against it for some reason.

I tag Kelly, Lacey, Daphne, Mush, and Stacey!

Sunday, May 04, 2008

big girls don't cry.

Today was a great day. The kids and I went to church, and they were actually pretty good during sacrament. No one farted, which ALWAYS happens at least once. They even got along, and except the few times Jade crawled under the pew to touch everyone's toes, they remained in their seats as I told them to.

So, fast forward to Relief Society (the women's class). The lesson was on mothers, and the importance of raising children, and how wonderful a calling it is....blah blah blah. (It was actually a very good lesson, and I'm only typing in the blahs because I don't want to explain the entire thing. Kay?) Then comes the closing song, "Love at Home". No big deal, right? WRONG. The opening line is "There is beauty all around, when there's love at home". The floodgates were not only opened, they were karate chopped down. I was sitting in the front row, and blubbering like a baby. OUT OF NOWHERE. Something must have really struck a chord with me, because I could not stop. I could not, for the life of me regain composure. I mean....I was hiccuping, sniffling up snot, borderline hyperventilating, and shaking. I was literally SOBBING. I was sooooo close to walking out, but on the rare chance that the backrow couldn't hear me above the piano and screeching vibratos, I decided to stay and take it like a man, because walking out hysterical would probably have drawn slightly more attention than sitting there hysterical. Right? Well that's what I thought too. So, I stayed, and tried threatening myself into behaving, and stopping this ridiculous tangent right this minute, "or ELSE!!".
Luckily I only had to sit through one verse of that torture, as the meeting was running a little over. Needless to say, I am so, so, soooooo embarrassed. My sister-in-law, bless her heart was sitting right next to me, and didn't say a thing. I'm an ugly crier, so I just tried looking straight ahead, hoping and praying no one would try to put their arm around me, or ask if I was okay. Thankfully, no one cared. Or, at least maybe I was just so hysterical they didn't want to associate with the "crazy woman". The RS president did give me a hug after the meeting was over and told me she was glad to see me. Well, that was nice. But, I don't think I can ever show my face there again. I'm. so. embarrassed.

Friday, May 02, 2008

a day at the farm

Jared's Kindergarten class took a field trip today to the Dairy Farm. Aside from the smell and the flies, I think he really had a good time. A couple of the bulls were trying to mate with each other, and I'm kicking myself for not getting of picture of it! Jared and his friends throught they were wrestling. I think the bulls have been in the pen together for a little too long, personally.

Oh, and let me just say that I have complete, and utter (get it? udder!!) respect for the females. You think it's uncomfortable for your boobs to be full of milk, engorged and ready to burst?? HO-LY COW. These girls are huuuuuggggge. The milk bladders (or whatever they're called) on some of these female cows had to be the size of my upper torso. No picture of that either. You'll just have to use your imagination

Thursday, May 01, 2008

what do you think?

They came in yesterday! Yaaayyy!! Okay, so they're a little bold, a little dark, and these pics are not very good of me. But, you can see how the glasses look on my face. I think I like them. I'm not in love with them or anything, but they're starting to grow on me. Or, maybe it's just my face I don't like.