Mia Hamm.......Watch out!

Yes, I know Mia Hamm's retired. I guess my 5 year old was never a threat to dethroning her royal soccerness. But watching my overemotional, sweet little girl trample other sweet little 5 year old girls while trying to steal the ball away and score a goal (for our team hopefully) just makes me swell with pride.

But here's my favorite part. Emma can't run without having her mouth wide open. Victoria was the same way, so I think it's genetic. (of course not from my side) Also, the team is made up of girls from our ward so I get to socialize with the moms as a bonus. Go Firecrackers! :)

An Uneventful Trip is Soon Forgotten......

Well, Justin and I decided to break old habits and attend a ward function. The Ward Camp out! Hooray! We really like our ward so we were excited to go and the kids were beyond happy. Even Victoria. :) It's so hard to meet people in our ward because it's so huge. We really like the two families that we know, so we thought this would be a good opportunity to get to know the other 700 that we don't. So we pack up Grandma's Van for another road trip. (no, haven't bought the Suburban yet) We get about half way to Payson when I notice the tire pressure light was on. Crap. We get out and notice there's two huge bolts in the tire. Double Crap. So we slowly head back to town with some sad kids in tow. We get out at Discount Tire and Grace says, "Dad, this isn't the mountains!" She's always been my observant one.

So we drop the car off at my favorite tire place and now we've got an hour to waste. We decide to bribe the kids out of moping and go to NYPD pizza.

I love their calzones and we got this buffalo chicken caesar salad

that was so yummy. I don't think it was their healthiest choice, but

I figured we would have been eating "camping food" and it's never good for you, so I was good with it.

Now you might notice something different about this picture. What? I'll give you a hint....I'm in it. I know, shocker. But the only reason Justin insisted on taking the picture is so he had proof that I wore my new favorite shirt. They were so embarrassed of me that Victoria wouldn't be less than 5 feet away from me and Justin didn't even want me going into WalMart. That's right...WalMart. Now what do you have to be wearing that wouldn't be WalMart worthy? Seriously. I've gone in my dirty sweats, no make-up, scroungy kids with no shoes and still felt totally in place there. And what's even better is that when I run into friends there, they sometimes look like that also! Now Costco is a totally different story. Always shower and make-up for Costco. I've run into J's ex-girlfriends too many times there to not look at least clean.

My new favorite shirt.

It says, "More Cowbell" with a picture of Will Ferrell on it. If you haven't seen this SNL skit, you're missing out.

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xnfyp_cowbell_fun

So, I don't get many opportunities to wear my cowbell shirt in public. I thought wearing it to the ward camp out would get people to talk to me. Seriously, can you walk by this shirt and not go, "Huh?" I don't care if they remember me as the cowbell lady, or the lady with the ridiculous shirt on. It's a start. I've honestly introduced myself to the same woman in my ward 5 times and neither of us remember each other's name by the next Sunday. Maybe I should wear it to church. Although, they'd probably release me. Hmmmm......wait a second....

Anyways, after the car was done we went home, made some S'mores on the gas stove, pulled

out the sleeping bags and watched the Spiderwick Chronicles. And even though I'm sad we missed out on the camp out, I didn't mind sleeping in my own comfy bed, having running water, no mosquitos, and sneaking some ice cream after the kids went down. Maybe I'll wear my shirt for the next ward function. Trunk or Treat? Absolutely.

It's a Girl!!!!

Yeah!! I'm an auntie again! Jenna Kate Douglas was born Sept 16th at 6:30 pm. And she's actually really cute! Don't get me wrong, they're all "cute" like newborn cute. Squished faces and cone heads that belong on Saturday Night Live "cute". But this one has this LITTLE head with lots of hair and these cute little puckered lips. After Emma was born (my 3rd baby) the nurse laughed and said her head was bigger than an actual bowling ball. (like I didn't know that. I pushed that bowling ball out) When one of my many siblings was born, they had actually switched babies on my mom and brought her the wrong one! She took one look at the beautiful little darling in her arms and said, " This isn't my baby. It's too pretty" She was totally right, and that genetic flaw has been passed down to most of my siblings, including myself. They get pretty a couple of months down the road and then turn out to be pretty good looking kids. But with your first it's kind of scary being handed this...not so pretty baby (I didn't want to say ugly. That's too mean even for me) and wondering how their life will be with this scrunched up face and nose full of little white pimples. Will they be made fun of in the hospital nursery? Will my baby be the one everyone is pointing at and saying, "Yowza! I hope she has a great personality?"

Well, I'm rambling. Fortunately, mine are all BEAUTIFUL (now) and have great personalities. (whew!)

So, Congrats Janelle and Scott! I can't wait to come play!

9/11

What I remember vividly is watching all of the people running away from the disaster and all of the firemen and police running towards it. It was heartbreaking.

I've been tagged?!!

Well, Victoria informed me that I've been tagged. Huh? And she also informed me that this is not the first time. Without sounding like a complete "blodiot" (pretty clever, right? blog-idiot ;) I didn't know what tagging was. I know I've read other peoples, but I guess I wasn't really paying attention. So sorry to those who tagged and I did not respond. It was rude and unforgivable. So Jacque, my Utah cousin whom I adore, here you go.



5 things about me people probably don't know......

1. I am a Supreme Allied Commander on Star Wars Rogue Squadron. That means I kicked the Empire's butt to the next galaxy. We bought this game when Cameron was born and I got totally addicted soon after. Justin would come home from his 24 hr shift to me in front of the tv, dark circles under my eyes because I had played all night long. Thankfully I turned in my controller after conquering Darth Vader and his thugs and haven't picked one up since. (except for a short time after we bought Halo.)

2. I hate scrapbooking. I totally respect and admire people who do it, but I can't understand how anybody can spend hours making one page for 2 pictures. I'm a throw it in a book and hope I remember when and who it was kind of person. I know that's terrible and probably lazy, but that's just how it is for me.

3. I look forward to using my food supply. I don't want the rest of the bad stuff to happen, but I'm not afraid to eat what I store. It's a great feeling and I thank my mom for it. Here's a sample of what I have: Costa Vida Sweet Pork, Cafe Rio Chicken, BBQ Beef, Green Chile Chicken, tortillas, pancakes, etc, etc. Famine? What Famine?!

4. I grabbed another man's "behind" on my honeymoon cruise. I thought Justin was behind me in line for the buffet so I reached around and squeezed away! Then I looked to my right to see Justin with a big ol' grin on his face watching me grab this guy. I turned around and there was this short balding man with an even bigger grin on his face! (I almost always win the "Most Embarassing Story" prize with that one. It's either that one or the one where my dress is tucked into my panties at the prom. Either way I'm a shoo-in ;)

5. I'm a hip-hop dancing in the kitchen, bargain shopping, bake til I drop, mother of four beautiful, wonderful kids, and wife to one extremely loving, hot firefighting husband. Life is pretty sweet.

American Idol - Alexander Style

Well, I'm posting this mainly for the grandma's to see what their genetics have produced. I wish I could say that the willingness to perform for anybody and everybody was from the Alexander side.........but alas, it's not. Justin's brother actually calls my family the "VonCrap Family Singers" (Sound of Music). He's just jealous, though ;)

So Mom, here you go. I'm sure you'll be happy to know that another generation of camera happy, loud, goofy kids are being raised exactly how they should be. With a song in their hearts and a smile (and a camera) on their face. ;) Love ya Mom.

(try to ignore the fighting and messy house in the background. )

R U A DVL FN?

GO S UN DEV I LS !!!!!