Carpet is so pointless to have if you have children. Seriously. We didn’t pick our carpet color when we moved into our house. The house was brand new but everything had been picked by other people. So, our carpet is a lot lighter in color than if I was picking it. And y’all- our carpet is whacked now. We’ve rented a steam cleaner 3 times and it helps some, but it doesn’t take the stains out. We have red koolaid stains all over the place from when Livie went thru her spitting stage… Ugh.
So, here’s the deal: Sei and I wanna pull up the ick in our downstairs living room and replace it with either pergo/wood flooring or ceramic tile.
My question for y’all is: Which would you choose? Why? Would you choose something different than either of those?
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** I posted a new recipe on the Eazy Mealz blog. It’s been a while. I’ll be updating it more often because I am such a cook. Not.
** So… there’s a big women’s activity coming up in my church on April 18. It’s starting with a 1 mile walk/5k run, then breakfast and then a couple hours of workshops. They passed around the sign up sheet and I totally signed up for the 5k. Why? Why did I do that? I’ve run a quite a few 5ks and I always suck. Remember my last 5k? Yes, I got beat by my mom! So… yeah. I will be torturing myself again in a few weeks and I don’t even get a tshirt out of it. I went to the gym yesterday and instead of getting on the stairclimber like I usually do I got on the treadmill and thought I’d run a quick 5k to practice… Yeah, um, it was a nice thought. I ran 1.75 miles and called it good. I hate running. I could have kept going but it is just so NOT fun. Not to mention I could literally feel my butt bounce up and down as I ran. It kinda hurts.
** So to answer some of the questions from a couple of posts ago…
Shelby Lou asked:
Paper or Plastic?
I’m gonna go with plastic. Don’t hate- I do reuse them to throw out poopy diapers and as little trashcan liners… I don’t even think my grocery store has paper. Hmmm….
Nsync or Backstreet Boys?
I really liked both. I liked the whole “Bye Bye Bye” thing by N*Sync, but I’m gonna go with Backstreet Boys. They were cuter in my opinion and I liked more of their songs. I think I have a couple on my iPod. Of course, New Kids on the Block will always be the best boyband EVER… I wouldn’t fly to Kansas to see NSync or Backstreet Boys. (Awesome video alert with pelvic thrusts. Not as clear as on an LCD TV but still…)
If Sei had hair would he still be sexy?
He had hair when he met and I just never thought it was that great of hair, so I like him bald. But of course he’d still be sexy with hair because his head would still be on the same body and his lips and eyes would be the same. Yummy. I’m gonna go call him. BRB….
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Ok, I’m back…
What is the best piece of advice you have ever gotten?
Whoa. That’s hard. I think when I was going thru my divorce my sister told me that one day my prince would come and I would have the best marriage ever. I just needed to be ready. So, I got myself ready spiritually and physically (I got all HAWT for a little while to catch a man!!) And she was totally right. I met Sei.
Yvonne asked:
If you could live anywhere in the world, where would you like to live?
I would seriously live on a beach in a hut. I think I would be an awesome, expert beach bum. Ok, maybe not in a hut, but definitely on a beach. Hawaii maybe? I’ve never been there… I told Sei I’d move to Cozumel in a second. He could be a taxi driver and I could sell bobbing head turtles…
More answers soon!!
Text from Sei this morning:
“We just tazed a guy and he pooped his pants.” – - True story
“He got it all over my arm.” – - He was kidding with that text.
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Tristan before I dropped him off this morning at school:
“Are you CRYING? Again??”
– In my defense, I was telling him about Natasha Richardson and I got to the part where they flew her to NY to be closer to family so they could tell her “Goodbye” and I started crying…. What? I’m sensitive like that.
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Me to my ex during a counseling session on Saturday:
“Probably kill you. I’m out.”
– This was in response to him totally ignoring Sei and I when we voiced our concerns about Isabel going to a camp out of state for 5 days by herself because we think she is too young to be out of state by herself – esp. for FIVE days. Sei said “If anything happens to her…” and the tard said “What? Whatcha gonna do Sei?” with his arms all out like “Bring it.” So I did… and then I walked out. I’m done. Hey- you mess with the bull…
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~ Can I just tell y’all… I am so sad about Natasha Richardson’s death. Anytime someone dies my heart breaks for their family. I remember that pain from when my sister died and it sucks. I don’t like people to be sad. I’m definitely an advocate for people being HAPPY! 
~ I’ve been working hard on my medical transcriptionist course. Right now I am just becoming familiar with medical terms such as Mesothelioma. Don’t ask me what it means yet… at least it’s spelt right!!
~ So, Shelby Lou of Shelby Lou Whoo? did a post where she answered questions. I’m feeling like I have nothing to write about, so… ask me some questions. I start out answering them and then never finish like I did last time I did this, but that’s ok. It’s the thought that counts, right? So… ASK AWAY!!!!
~ 2 of the quints are coming home today!!! YAY!! Congrats Ethan and Casey!
**EDITED TO ADD: Baby Jack – the lone boy- came home. They thought there would be 2 coming, but so far only Jack has been released.
~ I went to Plato’s Closet the other day. My mom told me they have super cute purses. Ok, I’m just not stylish I guess because I looked at all those purses and all I thought was, “Yep, those are purses alright.” I have no clue what would be cute or cool or whatever…
~ Tristan, Alec and Izzy are at the ex’s this week for Spring break. It sucks because Taj and Liv won’t sleep upstairs. Liv usually sleeps with Iz and Taj sleeps with Alec. So now Taj is on a mattress on the floor in our room and Liv is pushing me off the bed and having explosive nocturnal tourettes.
~ So, I’ve lost 16 pounds on Atkins. And I guess I’m slowly adding more carbs. I started by eating carbs on the weekend- though not a ton. I’m trying to watch calories, exercise, etc… I just wanna be a hottie. Is that too much to ask?
~ I like to comment on Seiuli’s Facebook wall everyday. He likes to delete my comments every evening. Apparently saying things like, “Hey babe, tonite how ’bout you dress up as a cop and I’ll pretend to be a shoplifter…” embarrasses him. But if he wrote something like that on MY wall I would LOVE it. Go figure…
~ A co-worker of Sei’s sent him a text that said something like “I tagged up a bunch of your pics on Facebook… your wife is a trip… takes someone special to stay fun with that many kids… and to stay thin… you’re a lucky man” or something like that. I was reading it over Sei’s shoulder so I’m not positive of the last part. He’s either “lucky” or “blessed.” 
I thought it was nice. Sei tells me I’m a trip and thin all the time, but to have some random person say it made me feel good. I mean, I love Sei, but I’m also sleeping with him. If he said “You’re annoying and fat” he’d look stupid. lol
~ Favorite comment of the week so far:
Dear diary:I read a blog post today that included both the words “pimp” and “hymn.”
By Omar.
I thought the same thing when I wrote it… well, not the “Dear Diary” but the rest.
WARNING: This post is all over the place!!
No, I have no desire to go “back in ‘82.” I’d only be 6… But seriously. Sometimes I get so frustrated with myself and past choices. Now I know, I know… those choices “made me who I am today.” Yeah, yeah, yeah Whatever. I’m not even talking about the choices that got me sent to Anasazi. I was 14-15 when that all went down. I’m talking about choices from age 16 up. Choices that had me married before I was 18. Choices that made me a mom before I was 19. Ugh.
And although I was rebellious and did my share of partyin’ in high school, honestly I didn’t do all that much that other kids weren’t doing. The stuff I was doing wouldn’t have been a big deal if I wasn’t LDS. But I am LDS so it was a big deal apparently. I partied some, but not near as much as other kids. You know why? Because I was going to school and then working 30+ hours a week. I was like a mini-adult in high school. I get so bugged at myself for marrying that loser at such a young age and for such a mature reason: I wanted to prove to my parents he loved me. Holy stupid. 6 more months – tops- and I would have dumped him and moved to Utah with my sister to get away. Then I would have met Sei because my sister managed the apartments that Sei’s good friend lived in. See… it would have all worked out.
I never had those fun college years. I attended college- yes- but only part time and had to rush to pick up my kiddos from my mom after class. I’ve never had any “me” years. Don’t get me wrong- I absolutely LOVE my family. I am so thankful for my kids and I am 100,000% in love with Seiuli. But sometimes I feel a tinge of jealousy towards Sei. He did everything right if you take away his 1st marriage. He stayed out of trouble in high school, had awesome fun college years at Ricks before BYU, served a mission and picked up skills that will serve him thru out his life, has cool surfing skills, computer hacking skills, and now he has this awesome job that always has new things going on- never the same day twice. Soooo opposite of my life. The only thing that changes on a daily basis for me is how many poopy diapers I’ll change- and now the poopy diapers aren’t even MY kids!! And people say “Well, stop watching kids…” Well, I’d love to but we need to money right now. I’m trying to finish my medical transcriptionist course but it’s slow going when you only get 20 spare minutes to do anything in a day- and that’s usually in the bathroom. (I’m typing this from the toilet… btw)
I’m just bored with the mundane things in life. I told Sei that I would totally be ok with us selling everything, moving to a 3 bedroom apartment and using all the money we’d save monthly to take little weekend trips with the family. Or to rent wakeboards or visit museums, explore caves or whatever. I just want to LIVE LIFE NOW. And I’m serious- I would be fine. Who decides how big a house people need? We have 4 bedrooms and honestly our kids sleep where ever the heck they want to. Half the time we have 3 kids piled on a sofa sleeper in the living room. Idk why- they just like to. When Kelsea and Karlea visit we have 5 or 6 kids sleeping in one room with 2 empty bedrooms. And I’m ok with that. Why do we need 2800 sq feet? We don’t. Why did we buy furniture for the upstairs living area? No one sits on the couch. They all lay around on the floor. We don’t need it. We bought it because the room was empty. Who cares? Why is empty bad? Why do I have to paint the walls a different color? Does it matter? I’m not knockin’ on people who decorate- it’s just not my thing. So why do I have to pretend it is? Does that make sense.
I know I am sooooo rambling. I’m just bored. Bored and tired of trying to live how “everyone else” lives. I want change. Not Obama change. Change in MY life, my home, my feelings about life. I want to live the way I feel we should live. Sei agrees with me. He’s game. I’m just a chicken. The question is: Are we brave enough to make that jump? I can talk about it over and over. We can talk it to death. But it doesn’t change anything unless we’re willing to go for it. We talked about it a lot last nite and have decided we’re gonna start by cutting corners and saving to take a weekend trip once a month. It doesn’t have to be overnite or anything, but we are going as a family SOMEWHERE. We could drive to Oklahoma City to visit the bombing memorial. We could go to the Riverwalk in San Antonio. There’s tons of places in the DFW area that are free or aren’t expensive. It doesn’t have to be anything major- we can look at blooming Apricot trees and have a picnic. Just something out of the “norm.” We’re gonna stop waiting for us to win the lottery or for Liv to get older, etc…. We’re gonna start small before we sell the house and move to the hut on the beach.
And I realize this post sounds like I’m on drugs. I blame that on my “partyin’” days. 
~ So… today I called 911. I came back from dropping the boys off at school, and had a car full of kids. When I went to unlock the door the key had a really hard time going into the lock. Like REALLY hard time. This was weird. And I could barely get it unlocked. Being the Investigation Discovery Channel junkie I am, rather than thinking that maybe my key got messed up I immediately think “There is a murderer in my house and he jimmied the lock.” So… I go back out to the car, call Sei- who was on a call and didn’t answer. Thanks Babe, call me back when you get a chance. Oh wait, nevermind, I’m already dead. (kidding babe.) Then I called the mom of one of the kids I watch and asked her if she thinks I’d be a dork to call the cops. She didn’t think I would be a dork and usually she thinks I am a dork, so this was good. So I called 911, told them that it was probably fine, but I didn’t want to be wrong and caught totally vulnerable with 5 kids. Then I threw in there that my husband is a cop and thought I should call. (That was a lie since I hadn’t talked to him yet, but oh well.) THEN Sei called, but I couldn’t answer so he’s freakin’ out thinkin’ I’m murdered. (I very well could have been!) So… the cops came, went thru my house and said it was “all clear.” I walk into my house, all the lites are on, closet doors are open and I was SO EMBARRASSED by how messy all the bedrooms were. AND one of my bras was hanging on the doorknob in the bathroom. And not a fancy Victoria Secrets bra- an ugly one. I’m so embarrassed. NONE of the beds were made, an ugly bra was on the doorknob, dirty dishes were in the sink… So embarrassed. But not dead, so that’s good.
And you know what makes me even weirder than y’all already know I am? Having the cops come save me (over-exagerrating, but it’s all good) was a TOTAL turn on. (No- the cops were not hot. It just made me want Sei home.) My husband does that EVERYDAY. How freakin’ hot is that? And how many other chicks are thinking my husband is all hot? Ok, that kinda bugs…. Next subject!
~ I totally wanna try Motocross. Am I weird? I saw this “Made” episode on Mtv- you know, where they take people and “make” them into whatever… Prom Queen, skater, BMX riders, etc… Well, I saw one where this totally prissy chick was “made” into a motocross rider. I was so bugged because: 1) She was a prissy and I know I could do it better. 2) Because I’m 32 and I was jealous of a 15 yr old prissy pants. Yes, I’m weird. I think I’m just bored as of late. I wanna try something fun and exciting. And I’m NOT prissy so if that chick could do it I’m sure I can… once I figure out how to start the darn thing.
~ I get to shoot my gun this weekend hopefully. If I do I will take pics so I can look at all baaaad….
~ Edited to add: Def Leppard, Poison (S!!!) and Cheap Trick are comin’ to Dallas on Aug. 21. I could just cry!! AND No Doubt is coming May 30!!!!! I’ll have to check into getting some cardboard displays so I can make cool signs at the concerts!! Woo hoo!!!!
So last nite Alec is making more Crystal Lite. He’s making a big ol jug that he’s gonna bring to the table for dinner. I look up and he is stirring it with a pair of scissors. SCISSORS! Gross.
We were like, “Why are you using scissors? Who knows where they’ve been??”
and he says “They were sitting by the sink so I thought they were clean… what else am I suppose to use?”
“How bout a spoon out of the drawer FULL OF SPOONS!!”
“But those are all clean…”
‘Eh? Makes me really glad I just drink my Diet DP…
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Isabel was cleaning the table off. Now I’m not a big fan of sponges. I use paper towels like there’s no tomorrow because you can throw them away and you aren’t carrying germs from one place to the next. Izzy just made me hate sponges more. Last nite she’s wiping off the table when she took the sponge, SQUEEZED THE DIRTY WATER OUT OF IT ONTO THE MIDDLE OF THE TABLE, then used that water to wipe the table with.
Who are these children??
~ I’m sorry I haven’t been visiting blogs. I’ve been… lame. I have no excuse. I’m just lame.
~ So… I got a gun this weekend. I’ve wanted one for years, but this weekend we finally purchased a Rossi .38 Special revolver. Now I just need to learn to shoot it. I have 5 shots. I figure I can hit the bad guy atleast once out of 5… Ya think? Hopefully I won’t be like on “Dumb and Dumber”:
~ I’ve been on Facebook a lot this weekend. I’m trying to play matchmaker with a friend and a cop Sei works with. They’re both on FB so we’ve all been chatting a lot. But the more I’m on it the more I hate it. People leave comments on Sei’s page like “You beautiful green-eyed Samoan…” (ok- he has blue eyes 1st of all…) or “Nothing is more appetizing than a man that can play the piano.” Um, HELLO. “Appetizing?” Or the whole reconnecting with people you haven’t talked to in forever and they think y’all are best friends is kind of weird. I haven’t talked to you in 20 years, why start now? Why would I wanna hang out? And really, I’m NOTHING like I was 20 years ago, so it’d probably be awkward. Whatev. He’ll read this and say all the women that wrote the comments were “old and fat” because that’s how he describes any woman besides me. He’ll probably be bugged I wrote this, but oh well. Maybe he should have been a uglier guy…
~ Speaking of Sei… have y’all seen that Huggies wipe commercial where the mom has the baby in the bubble because she doesn’t want him to get dirty?
Seriously. I call him the party pooper. I feel kids were made to get dirty. He winces the entire time they dig in the dirt. It’s cute. I had a bigger post about that planned, but I’m just not feelin’ it today. :-/
My kids are awesome.
—————–So, randomness… let’s see. I sometimes wonder if there is any such thing as “Nocturnal Tourettes.” If so, Liv has it. She yells, fights, spits, cusses… everything during the nite. The other nite she kept telling me, “Go away Mom!” Too bad she was in MY bed.
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My husband is hot. I know I say that all the time, but he is. And I love him. A lot. And I am really, really spazzy and he doesn’t care. I had 2 people tell me I’m a nut all in one day and I am. But he finds that endearing, I guess.
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I’ve been doing pretty good with Atkins. But yesterday I broke down and ate a bowl of POPS! cereal. I was craving it sooooo bad. But then I ate it and felt guilty.
“Great. Now I have GUILT!”
(What movie? If you get it right you win 6000 cool points.)
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Stay tuned for my post about the baby in the bubble…
