Girls Night

Last night I went out with the girls to celebrate my birthday. It was so fun to get together with everyone. We went to BJ's and then we went to see Fools Gold. So I don't know what I thought of the movie. I spent most of the time twisting and turning in my seat trying to get comfortable. I think that was more due to the fact that the girl behind me kept kicking my chair. I left the theater wondering if I liked the movie or not. I'm still wondering whether I would recomend it to someone. In the show Best Week Ever they make fun of Mathew Mcconaughey's eye acting which kind of helped ruin the movie for me. I felt dumb as I sat there laughing about the over the top eyes and people would look at me like this isn't a funny part why are you laughing. Over all I think I was more bored than entertained by the movie. And of course no girls night would be complete without some crazy making me call the cops. You all know about the masterbater from the last girls night. Well as Jacille and I were driving home a girl runs in front of the truck screaming help me as some ghetto thug life guy was chasing her. We turned around and called the cops. Rocklin cops sent every officer they had. I think they were excited about some action. We stayed with the girl until the cops came. Apparently she had gone to a concert with this guy and he told her he could kill her and throw her in the bushes and no one would know where she was. She says he then unhooked her seatbelt and pushed her out of the car. Like a dummy he stayed pulled over to the side of the road and waited for the cops to arrive. So I don't know how true her story really was. She seemed like she was in a panic when she was trying to get us to pull over but her story kept changing so many times. So it was an eventful night and calling 911 on my cell phone worked. I got right through.

Over the Hill

Tomorrow I'm going to be 30! It's weird that I am leaving my 20's. It sounds so old but I still feel like I'm 24 and then I take a picture and see the wrinkles around my eyes and my sagging jowels and remember "no I really am 30"

Kalaya's teeth

Kalaya is sick and it is so nice. I feel like a bad mom saying that but she is actually sitting still and cuddling with me. It's nice not to have a crazy on the go demon child. She will sit in my lap and she keeps kissing me and I don't get my face pinched off or bit afterwards (she retalliates if you kiss her by pinching or biting your face) although she is not too sick to scream her lungs out at Troy for trying to hold her or take her away from mommy. She wants nothing to do with him. Too bad now I can't do any housework because she won't let me put her down or pass her off. He's going to have to clean the house all by himself today.

Child Prodigy

Most parents aspire to have their children grow up into great athletes or musicians. It would appear that my husband has other aspirations for our children. Irelynn has a new game she likes to play. She has Troy play "modeling" and he takes pictures of her while she poses. Normally he just pretends his hands are a camera and pretends to take pictures and she comes up with the poses. I would say from the looks of these pictures Irelynn is an aspiring porn actress. Kalaya on the other hand...well apparently he is teaching her to be a convict by letting her get used to being in handcuffs. Kalaya kept ruining Irelynn's toys that she set up. So this was Troy's solution

So Reno was so fun. I'm so glad we went. We had the nicest hotel room with the most comfortable bed and big bathtub. I hardly even thought about the girls let alone missed them. It was such a nice break. I felt like a person again and not just "mom" I don't think the girls missed me too much either because I only talked to them friday night. We went out dancing saturday night. It has been so long since I have danced. I got through 2 songs and was winded and feeling like my lungs were going to burst. Obviously I need to go back to fat camp. I'm not a very good camper apparently. But this time I am sticking to it. Especially because of all 5 of my chins in the above picture. We stayed out so late that night and Zara and I almost got into a beat down with some mexican chick who was punching my Troy in the head but that story is too long for a blog... all in all It was a great time and I am so glad I went.

Freedom?

I know it's been awhile since I've written anything...my life has been boring. This weekend however we are finally getting a break away from the kids. We are going to Reno for a friend's birthday. I should be excited for the upcoming freedom but I'm not. In fact I am more sad thinking about not being with my girls all weekend. I don't know how people can just take off and leave their kids for a week. It's crazy that when there is no opportunity I dream about sleeping in, of not hearing the word "mom" for a day and not playing resturant to a picky 4 year old. Now that I have one I don't want to leave. I know it's only for 2 1/2 days and I know they will have more fun with Troy's sister than they would at home with me but I can't stop from missing them already and we haven't even left. Some how this freedom doesn't seem like freedom at all.

First Impressions

For some unknown reason to Troy and I, we always give the impression that we are less active and just starting to come back to church in what ever ward we move into. It's bizzaar to me that even though we don't miss church unless we are out of town and I even make comments in class the ward members in our ward especially the bishopric have thought we were less active. We were asked about 2 weeks ago to give a talk and the counselor asking us was so tentative about even asking us to talk and then he practically tried to write our talks for us because I don't think he believed we could do it. Luckily Troy and I prayed very hard over our talks that we gave this last sunday. We were able to have the spirit with us and I had several people tell me it was the best talk they had ever heard. A couple people told my sister that they were shocked. They had no idea I was so spiritual they told her they thought we were less active...in the end the bishopric told us what a great job we did and that they were sorry they waited so long to ask us to speak. Maybe now I can get a teaching calling in the ward....