The Post Of Many Titles

FIRST: Does anyone else have this problem? Since I have moved into my home, over 6 months ago, I have YET to discover the use for THREE different switches in my house!! I flip them and look around, listen, look outside and I have no idea where they lead!

SECOND: My love hate relationship with my blinds. They are very expensive, very high quality blinds that came with my house.... but they're brown. I know they are nice and I am no way replacing such nice blinds just because the color isn't my favorite.... but they're brown. They do keep the sun out very well, and the heat for that matter.....but they're brown! On a positive note, they are MY blinds even if they are brown, I'm not renting them. Yippee!! At least in another 353 payments they'll be mine.

AND LAST: Behold; the face of pure evil. (Insert shiver here)

I'll Do It!!!!

I haven't ever let Ella try to feed herself. It results in to big of a mess. I'd rather just do it for her. But I think she has been watching her older and favorite cousin Jara, and has decided she needs to do it herself.

She has a hard time not turning to spoon or fork over. I think more ends up on the floor or crammed in booster seat cracks, or in her hair, than in her, but oh well. She has been especially psycho and so sweet I melt, lately. She just wants to cuddle and love all day! I love her.

It's WAR!!!!

The Enemy: Parognathus Thomomys
Commonly now as: pocket gopher
Know to me as: Menace to my front yard


The Crime: Digging 5 holes up in my 5ft by 8ft yard in one night! Some how this vermin has managed to infiltrate over the boundary of regular gopher ism. He's a rogue and must be stopped.

The weapon: Gopher Bomb. I am considering putting his little furry head on a spike in my front yard, as a warning to all future gophers who may think they should take up residence in my grass. As of noon tomorrow, my friendly neighborhood pest control man, is going to SMOKE HIM TO DEATH!! MUWHAHAHAHAHA!!!!

To any animal lovers out there; if you would like to come and relocate my enemy, feel free to try to catch him. But his execution is set for tomorrow, so act quickly.

I Love The.....

RAIN!!

I've always wanted a swimming pool in the back yard.

Welcome to my swamp.

Everyone else is getting burned out on the rain, and the mud...but NOT me!! I have a garage, a cement driveway and I don't go out much. Let it pour!!

At The End Of A Long Day....

Of torturing Daddy while he sleeps...

Climbing into places she has no business being.... (props to the stroller for holding her though!)

Someone needed some Dora the Explorer down time!!.....

With the ever faithful black kitty. She loves him. She had her arms wrapped around him and her cheek against his. She was worn out after a long day of reigning down terror on my house hold....

A New Decade

I thought I would recap the last 10 years. It was kind of interesting thinking of all these things!

2000: Made varsity cheer. Broke my leg. Finally started dating Brent after months of worship. Football team takes state. Watched Jed Wheeler graduate!
2001: Brent graduates. Cheer some more. My sister goes to Cedar. Become active in the church again.
2002: Brent goes on a mission. I graduate. Start beauty school. Aunt Pat dies.
2003: Take out my endowments. Sealed to my family. Make the biggest mistake of my life. Grandpa dies. Graduate beauty school.
2004: Get divorced from biggest mistake!! Move home. Get Nevada cosmetology license. Get fired from my job for being "too fashionable" (not joking) Fall in love with Brent again after much denial. Start work at Valley Curls.
2005: Brent and I get married. Move to Vegas. Move back to Logandale. Go back to Valley Curls!
2006: My niece is born. Move again. Get two kitty cats. Brent decides to become a police officer.
2007: Brent is offered a job with city of Henderson PD. Start coaching cheer. Get pregnant. Granny dies.
2008: Pregnancy and all its insanity. The birth of my daughter. Move again. Buy my beautiful Tahoe.
2009: Quit cheer. Buy a house.
2010: The beginning of another year!!

If anyone shares any of these memories with me or has any others. Please remind me!!

A day in the life of Ella!

The climber. ER should have a bed reserved for us, I just know it.

Helping mommy do laundry. I swear to you she climbs in there herself!

The master chef. Nothing like a good pot of froggy!

The organizer. All her toys assembled tallest to smallest. Another victim of OCD in our midst.

And a little bit of naked tent time to round the day off.

Note: If there are any perverts out there looking inappropriately at the tent picture, just know: my husband is a cop and knows how to kill you and make it look like you were robbing the joint. AND he also has an arsenal of weapons..... ask santa.