It's so awesome...

to have friends. My husband and I are kind of loners. We haven't had any "close" friends for the whole duration of our marriage (almost 7 years) and since we've moved to our new house, we have made some great friends. We moved here a year ago and upon going to church for the first time, thought "oh great...we're in an old couple's ward". Which, for the most part, is true. On a good Sunday, my husband might have 5+ men in Elder's Quorum (a meeting for men aged 18-40 something?). The rest are in High Council (which is older men, usually) and I guess their lessons always veer off topic and include some sort of "....and that's what's wrong with America" vents. So, after a month or so of living here, we met a fun, young couple. They've only been married a couple of years and don't have children yet, but man, are they fun!

I've been hanging out with the wife of the couple lately (Kendra). And this is why it's so awesome to have friends. Since my husband is out of town this week, I was telling her things that I want to get done while he's gone, so that when he comes home, he can do one or two things and then the things that I have done, will be ready to go. She's like, sounds great! When do you want me to come over to help you? lol...Sweet! So, even though I was with her all day today, she's coming over tomorrow, and then babysitting the kids for me on Wednesday while I go to my 37 week OB appt. What a great friend. I just love her to death. :)

So, it's awesome to finally have close friends. People that we can say "hey come over and hang out" and when they do, we actually enjoy our time with them.

To-do lists

Everyone I know of has some sort of "to-do" list. Mine is huge. And I think I make mine with good intentions, but then when I look at it I think "holy crap! There's no way I can get all of this done by ___!!" Yeah...maybe that's because I don't work so hard at getting the items crossed off. And then I get stressed about things not getting done. What is wrong with that system??!! ;)

I haven't blogged in a while. There isn't really any news to update you all on. So I'm off to go and do something on my to-do list.

It just hit me

2 weeks until this baby is term.
4 weeks until I'm 39 weeks, which is when my last baby decided to join us.
5 weeks until I'm 40 weeks.

Holy crap! What am I doing sitting around blogging then??? I've got work to do! The carseat is still in a bag, sitting in the garage, alongside the swing! Baby clothes are all washed, but holy heck, they aren't organized! Pack-n-play is not put together with bassinette attached. My house is an unorganized, chaotic (is that spelled right?) mess. We aren't any closer to having a name picked out than we were 8 years ago. (That's a huge joke, since we've only been married for close to 7...) Bags aren't packed at.all. Only one list has been made and nothing is getting checked off regularly. Lists are very important you know, for the close to freaking out pregnant woman (aka. ME!). So yeah, I'm going to be doing as much as I can around the house for a few weeks.

And I think my online friend cursed me. (beret) As I lay in bed at 5:30 this morning, I kept thinking..."I could be doing so many things while the kids sleep!" So I got up! I know. I almost spit my drink out too. Me? Up early? If I have to wake up at 7 or 7:30, or sometimes 8....that's early to me. But 5:30?? If you feel the need to pinch yourself to see if you're dreaming, go ahead. But it'll hurt, because well....you're not dreaming. So here I sit. I'm off next to tidy up and clean a bathroom. (gasp, choke, huh?!) Have a good day everyone!

Half-tagged

Lei tagged me to do the Se7en meme thing. (I'm not really sure what "meme" is...I say it like it's spelled "me me", but I think I'm probably waaay off. It more than likely has some sort of French meaning or something that I learned and have since forgotten since my two years of high school French. Anyway...) She said that she tagged me, but when I looked on her list, I wasn't there. I was, however, linked under another MOF's name, so I guess I'm half-tagged. Which means I could really just do 3 1/2 and not 7. But I'll be good. :)

7 things I want to do before I die:
Have grandchildren.
Live in our "perfect" house out in the middle of nowhere.
Visit the mountains in Canada.
Go on a cruise without kids.
Do temple work for my family that's passed on.
Run a race of some sort. "Race you to the car" or the like doesn't count.
Overcome my shyness.

7 things I cannot do:
Eat any sort of raw meat.
See clearly without glasses or contacts.
Understand why some of my family members think the way they do.
Go poo in a quiet public restroom.
Turn down a really tempting and tasty dessert.
Stop loving my husband and children.
Stop chewing ice.

7 things I say often:
"Chill out!"
"Give me a second!"
"You're my pal, too!"
"Red light! Stop!"
"Reagan, stop whining."
"Ryan, take your paci out so I can hear you."
"I love you too."

7 things that attracted me to my spouse:
His smile
His eyes
His adorable eyebrow thing he does
His personality
His love for me
His body (insert kitty growl) ;)
His love for his mom

7 "authors" I Love (changed from books - see why below):
I'm no good at remembering authors or books. I just know the general stuff I like and then don't remember who wrote it or what it was called. I like floofy novels that suck you in and make you finish them because they are so good. I do like The Cat Who.... mysteries.

7 Movies I Could Watch Over and Over:
Napoleon Dymamite
October Sky
Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory (the one with Gene Wilder)
The Princess Bride
....that's all I can think of.

If you'd like to do the Se7ens, feel free. I'm not going to tag anyone. :) If you do do them, let me know so I can check it out!

Two dirty kids

This picture doesn't do justice to the actual amount of dirt stuck on my kids. They had a fun time playing at the park, which has a base of sand. And it's dusty, dirty sand. Not the clean looking kind of sand. And my son has had this runny nose for about a month now and he wipes it to the side. At one point it looked like he had a mustache of dirt streaked across his cheeks, when really is was dirty sand mixed with snot. Yeah. Real attractive. But my kids are cute. This was right before I got them in the bath. (and as a sidenote: My daughter just came up to me with my deodorant asking to put some on her boobs. Now you either think I'm really weird or that they don't pay close enough attention when they see me putting on my deodorant...)