5.31.2010

Corn Widow Dialogues

Entry #1:

My life as a seasonal corn widow began on Wednesday. This year, Tyler and Chris decided to open up for Memorial Day weekend...JOY! While it's nice to have money coming in again, it's hard to face the reality that I've got 3 solid months to hang with my3 exhausting kids...with...out...Tyler.

So, I had myself a little cry last night.

Tyler asked me why I was crying, and really all I could figure was, I just needed to get it out. There are always tears from the wives during corn season, right Erin?

But now I'm done crying and ready to get on with it again and conquer this summer. Luckily, sister-in-law who is also corn widowed, now lives only 3 houses down from me. So at least we can mourn together.

Buy some corn people and make it worth it for me!!!


The End.

5.28.2010

Obsessed Much??







So whenever my kids start watching a new show, the inevitable obsession begins. We watch, live, breathe, color, cut, and paste the new show. Unfortunately, the newest one introduced to us by cousin Cher was "Yo Gabba Gabba." What a classic! Let me introduce you to the cast of this brilliant series:


So, thank you Nick Jr. and the clever creators of this genius, instant classic. Now, can anyone suggest a new show we can obsess over for the next few weeks?

4.22.2010

10 days...

This one's for you Jon...











See you in 10 days Disneyland.

4.15.2010

My husband, the loser

That's right people, Tyler lost 30 lbs in 12 weeks!

If you see him at the gym or Subway, make sure you give him a congratulatory thumbs-up.

Way to go baby!

4.10.2010

Tyler took all three kids to BYU's spring training or something, er other...Whatever it was he took them to, it equaled 4 hours of free time for moi.


What did I do with my free time, you wonder??


NOTHING!


It was GlOriOuS!!!

(Okay, I might have watched some tv possibly even a lame-o movie on Lifetime. That's all).

3.25.2010

Swimsuit Season

Last night I did the first annual stare down of my body in preparation for swimsuit season. (Don't judge me, you know you do it too). I was kinda feeling okay about the whole situation until...I...turned...around...

To my dismay, and utter disgust, I noticed a possible glimmer of cellulite on my buttocks--and let's be honest, it's creeping down my legs.

I decided not to panic though.

To alleviate this problem, I did approximately 12 lunges on the way to bed.

That should take care of it, as well as a full body wet suit.





PS--I'm thinking about going to the gym (eeew). The VIP membership comes with free daycare. I'm pretty sure I can workout all day with that incentive.

3.22.2010

Goooooo Cougars!


Since I live with BYU's second biggest fan, (first place definitely goes to Braden, who's son's middle name is, "Cougar") I must post on this sad occasion.

Let me first start by thanking all y'all for your thoughts and prayers during this difficult time in Tyler's adult life.

I'd like to share a little poem I wrote as sort of a good-bye to this season of BYU basketball:

Cougars, cougars,
You're really NOT losers,

You ended a 17-year drought,
By letting Lloyd and Jimmer out.
At the end there was no "Rise and Shout",
Until next year, Tyler will pout.

Tyler often wonders where his life would go,
If the Cougs would actually vanquish the foe.
No life-changing win tonight,
Maybe in 2011 they'll get it right.

It will be many months long,
Before we get to sing our song...
As for now, we will take down our florescent "Y"
To minimize the sadness of poor, poor Ty.

Rah, rah, rah, rah, rah...
(add your own somber fist pump if you'd like)





I'm not a poet...



3.10.2010

It has been 11 glorious years

of marital bliss. Oh, how I adore a cheesy, lovey dovey post, but I'm going to somewhat spare you of that for now.

Instead, you get this:

The "Do's" and "Don'ts" of, my man, Tyler...



DO pick up Tyler's socks and shoes regularly. Otherwise, they will never be worn again.

DON'T loan Tyler tools. They will never be found, plus we all know he's not actually using them.

DO talk to Tyler...he's a great communicator, a rare find in a guy.

DON'T plan to be on time if Tyler has not showered yet.

DO edit Tyler's letters and memoirs for spelling and punctuation, which is optional to Tyler.

DON'T put Tyler on a budget.

DO let Tyler read to the kids at night.

DON'T root against the Jazz or BYU. I don't even want to imagine what would Tyler's life would be like if that happened.

DO remember to ASK Tyler to help around the house. He will gladly do any chores, IF ASKED.

DON'T let Tyler go to Costco alone unless you need an excessive amount of canned beets and creamed corn.

DO, however, let Tyler sell corn. It's a unique talent given to only a few.

DON'T remind Tyler that you've already heard that story. He's going to tell you anyway.

DO laugh at Tyler's jokes--most of them are pretty funny, especially the first time around.

DON'T feel bad if your knowledge of useless sports facts is sub-par when compared to Tyler's. Everyone's is.

DO catch Tyler in a lie about a white Nike jumpsuit. What's up white shadow?

DON'T eat out at Mexican, Chinese, or Italian restaurants. Meat and potatoes only.

DO cover your ears when Tyler sneezes. Trace & Sydney already do...which leads me to the next one...

DON'T let Tyler forget his allergy meds in the spring, summer or fall.

DO watch movies with Tyler while devouring a pint of pineapple coconut ice cream.

DON'T debate Tyler. You will lose, miserably, and begin to question what your point was in the first place.


And, the most important one of all...

DO let Tyler go on bro-mantic trips 3 times per year (minimum). This will be the only reason I can get away with this post.





Love ya & have fun baby!

This post is about nothing, seriously, don't click on it...

You fool. I told you, I have nothing to say. Except for this...

I love the show "Modern Family"


The end.

PS--It's my blog and I can write whatever I want.

2.23.2010

Birthday Bash for Nash

We had an intimate celebration for Nash's 2nd birthday complete with close family (2 siblings plus 2 parents), cake, and presents.
What more could a 2 year-old ask for?














Around here we make 'em sing their own birthday song.