*Today is my lil sister’s birthday. Alexandra- we call her “Ali”- is 15 today!! She is not quite a year older than Tristan. CRAZY. I remember the day she was born. You’d think the forceps would have been sufficient birth control for me. Apparently not. I remember smelling her crib when my parents were out of town (with her and my bro). I missed her!! I don’t sniff her sheets now though… HAPPY BIRTHDAY Lali (as Liv calls her.) Love you! 
* I am stoked for this coming weekend. I have Friday and Monday off and I have some friends coming into town. It’s gonna be awesome to just hang out and PAR-TAY!!
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Guess what made my nite last nite? Well, actually it probably wouldn’t be appropriate to talk about it on my blog, so I’ll tell you the OTHER thing that made my nite last nite. I’m walkin’ in to Kroger grocery store with Tristan when I see HIM. I see “Go Conner!” Remember “Go Conner!” from this post (a must read if you missed it)??? I was totally staring at him trying to figure out where I knew him from when I saw his sweat shirt- with his school’s name. I said, “Tristan it’s the whiny kid!!” And T said, “I know Mom. Please don’t say anything. Please don’t say anything…” as I said, “Amen Brutha!” I couldn’t help myself. Tristan just kept his head down like he was mortified.
I was like, “Come on Tristan. Did you really think I was gonna say anything to him?”
“You DID say something!”
“All I said was ‘Amen Brutha!’”
“And he LOOKED at you!”
“He did? Ah man. If I had known that I would have said more like ‘Hey there’s that whiny baby from H______. Remember when y’all totally won that game? Or, ‘hey kid. I blogged about you.’ Or I could have just waved my hand in front of my face and said ‘Boo ya!‘”
“Yeah, but then he would have just thought ‘That kid has to bring his retarded mom to the store.‘”
“True…”
GO CONNER!!
And Omar- I would LOVE to hear it from a male’s perspective. Because from a chick’s perspective if a rich friend asked me to go to Hawaii on a whim I would have: 1) Stressed about it and felt horribly guilty 2) Found sitters for the kids 3) Prepared meals for while I was gone 4) Paid all the bills that were due that week 5) Found back up sitters 6) Called every couple of hours and finally, 7) Brought back rad gifts.
This is what Sei had to do 1) Say “Sure rich friend, I would love to go to Hawaii with you.” 2) Pack 1 bag that he left in the driveway. 3) 3?? Yeah, right. Like there’s a 3.
Seems a little unfair.
** I am finally getting a new cell phone. I’ve had a cheapy phone from Walmart for about a year since my other cheapy phone got water damage somehow. I am getting a cool one that plays music and has a camera!! Years ago Sei was going to give me a phone for Christmas with a camera and mp3 player. The camera even has it’s own little light incase there isn’t enough indoor or outdoor lighting. I told him not to- I didn’t get why I would need a camera, etc… Then I started blogging and I understand the NEED for a camera!! So, today it should arrive in the mail and I can be a cool bloggah!
** Speaking of cell phones, Tristan asked for a camera phone for Christmas. I told him if he has straight As thru Christmas that yes- I would get him one. BUT since he will prove to me he CAN make straight As I’ll be expecting awesome grades all year. He has been a new kid. He does his homework without me BEGGING and BEATING him. He’s doing awesome- straight As so far. It’s only been like 5 weeks, but still… He wasn’t a “bad” student before at all (As and Bs) but he was LAZY and did as little as possible. Sounds sooooo much like me.
** I’ve been reading a lot of “Cop Wives” support sites online. Ok, apparently the divorce rates among law enforcement officers is really, really HIGH. It’s like the LEO are man-hos!! They cheat right and left. I guess I already knew that since there was a big thing in Utah Co. where Sei was a deputy where one of the property clerks was giving out, um… “favors”, to SEVERAL of the deputies- many of them married. When Sei told me he was so grossed out. I have a pic of her, but that would probably be bad for me to post. Let’s just say… she’s already posted on this blog somewhere years ago… There was also another married deputy getting really, really close to another female deputy and he would be in the gunlocker closet with her and stuff. Sei called him out and told him it was inappropriate and making everyone uncomfortable, etc… I was proud of him for doing that. He told the guy that he knows it would break MY heart if he was behaving like that deputy was. True dat. I’d be waiting for him in the gunlocker closet myself- with a baseball bat. 
** Livie is 2 years 8 months old and sooooooo not wanting to potty train. She knows when she’s pooping but she hides. I tried to sit her on the toilet once when I knew she was about to poop and she screamed bloody murder, stiffened her legs all weird and WOULD NOT sit. Then when I put her diaper back on her she pooped. I’ve never had one rebel against me. In fact, Taj basically trained himself. Any ideas?
What Seiuli? was doing at 9:02 pm central standard time (4:02 pm Hawaii time):
What Tori:) was doing 9:02 pm central standard time:
I was driving Tristan home from his football game when all the sudden something started running, or wait, no- it was hopping across the street. I slammed on my brakes. Tristan starts saying, “What?? What happened?? What is it?!?!” as I open my car door. I said, “There’s a frog crossing the road.”
T: “So?”
Me: “So I don’t wanna run it over.”
T: “What!!?? Come back!”
Me: “Hold on, I’m trying to see where it is…”
I found the frog and it jumped under our car. I was scared to drive because I didn’t want to squish it. Tristan looked out his door and said, “Go. It’s ok.” So I slowly drove forward. I asked Tristan if I ran it over. He looked and said he didn’t think so. I told him to go check. He got out to look, saw the frog safely jumping across the street, and walked back to the car.
T: “I’ll just walk.” (We were only like 20 yards from our house.)
Me: “Do you think I’m a dork?”
T: “Yes.”
Me: “Yessssssssssssssss.”
The End 
PS. HAPPY 8th BIRTHDAY TO MY NEPHEW, Big J!!!!
I quoted my brother once in a talk. I said, “Elder Walker A. W____ said….” I wonder if anyone caught that- wondering “Who the heck is Elder W_____??”
Tonite I had a case of deja vu. (Say that like Sloth saying “BA-BY RUUUUTH.”) My butt was kicked clear back to a basketball tournament in the 8th grade. At the tournament I was hyper and acting like a goofy 13 year old I’m sure. I was all sweaty and what not, too. I asked a boy- I think he was from another school- a question. I don’t remember what is was. But I do remember his answer. He just looked at me and said, “Man, you are ugly.” I was shocked and didn’t know what to say. I think my brilliant comeback was, “No I’m not!!” (Yeah. Good one Tori. “That’s what you are but what am I??? LOSER!!)
Well, tonite Tristan called from his youth activity asking me to bring his scout shirt. We had been out all evening and just dropped him off for scouts without it. I threw on my flip flops and my Longhorn hat and cruised up to the church. When I got there 3 boys ranging in ages probably 12-14 were riding around in the parking lot on their bikes. When I got out of the car I clearly heard one boy say, “Holy cow! She is uuuuugly!!” I assumed they were talking about someone else because I’m so hawt! Then I heard another say, “Yeah she is! Whoa.” I looked around and didn’t see any other person, let alone female, in the near vacinity. They were talking about me. I just ignored them and ran the shirt in. When I came back outside one of the punks was parked close to my Yukon. He full on stared at me and then rode around to his friends while he said, really loudly, “Man, beyond ugly!!” I was stunned. I couldn’t think of one smart-a$$ comment to throw back at him- and that’s rare for me. I’m full of smart-a$$ comments! Where was ElasticWaistbandLady when I need her??? I just got in my car and backed out full speed hoping one of the buttheads was just a little too close to my bumper. Then I could jump out when he’s face down on the ground, 1/2 his face torn off, bleeding profusely and yell, “Who’s ugly now?!? Bawahahahaha!!” 
I drove home and was totally surprised by how I felt. I felt like crying. Why? Like I give a crap what some pre-pubescent kid thinks about me. Why was he looking at an old lady anyway?? Weirdo. But apparently I did care. I don’t know why. Maybe because I have a 12 year old and I don’t want to be one of those ugly, frumpy, embarrassing moms. Or maybe because I don’t want anyone to think I’m ugly. I don’t know. But it hurt my feelings. Stupid, I know. And I’m 1/2 joking as I type this. But, dude. What is up with obnoxious, rude kids?? Those boys are the ones that will have girls starving themselves or worse because some butthead told them they’re ugly. It makes me mad. And it makes me think I should have aimed better when I backed out.
