Dirty Hare

This is Evany's favorite bunny. In fact, there is no other thing she loves more (including parents, possibly). We've started calling it The Magic Bunny. It goes with her to bed, she takes with her when she gets out of bed, she takes it in the car, and to church, and to the store- Everywhere. It is her comfort. If she's sad, give her the bunny and it all goes away. She has even learned the art of clutching one bunny ear in one hand while sucking her thumb on the same hand and then playing with the hanging strings with her other hand. And yes, it gets disgusting.

So bad in fact that Sunday Doug told me he was embarrassed to bring it out in Priesthood meeting. Doug is not easily embarrassed, but the black tire mark on the head and the positively grey ears and hanging strings were too much for him, so I figured it was time to brave the wrath of Evie and wash the dang bunny. Ahhh... there's the rub... Unless I'm willing to pry the bunny from her "kung-fu grip" and endure the recriminations (in the form of crying and crawling around after me), there is no washing it.

Then yesterday I concocted an evil plan: I waited until she fell asleep during her afternoon nap figuring there were at least three good hours in which I could scrub, bleach, send the bunny through the "stain cycle" on the washing machine, get it dry and in her crib before she woke up. Alas, it was 102 degrees yesterday and she woke up early.

I was startled (downstairs, I might add) by the sound of her wailing in her crib - unheard-of actually. I ran upstairs and opened her door to find her sitting in the middle of her crib looking lost with all her blankets strewn around as evidence of her search for Mr. Bunny.* 'NOW we're pissed!' as our good friend's three-year-old daughter would say. I had failed. And unless we find a "double" it will have to get pretty scrungy again before I wash it. It does look like a brand new bunny though!







*note: Don't ask me how the pink bunny with purple flowers became a "he!"






Picture taken 4/9/07

Dirty Mouth?

This is my favorite commercial right now. I like the way the secretary says "lint licker." Not really surprising considering my family's infamous warped sense of humor. Even Doug claims it is deplorable... though we find he has his own brand of malhumor based on 'your mom' jabs. He is a sick, sick man and we embrace him as our own.

Independence Day

Our 4th of July's are usually spent at my Mom's. This year we were invited to a birthday BBQ for the Pyrah's little girl Tori... but then we woke up sick that morning.

So again to my Mom's we went to light fireworks in the cul-de-sac. And to watch the rather frequent display of airborne fireworks by those who are willing to drive a few miles across the border to pay tons of money for expensive & illegal fireworks from shady roadside stands, risk border patrol by police and possible hefty fines for lighting them off. Praise to these people for I am too cheap!

In fact, to be honest, we spent the last two years hating the 4th of July because of the babysitting & cleanup we had to do as apartment managers whenever this "stupid holiday" came around, not to mention the anxiety of what would be smoldering when we got home from our own celebrations. Yes, it made us bitter... And it used to be my favorite holiday...

Nevertheless!

Thank heaven for a free country!

Ah-ha!

I made this family movie of 'greatest hits' for Doug to celebrate our 8th year anniversary on May 21st this year. I just (finally!) figured out how to save it as a readable file so I could upload it(and you would not believe all the things I tried in order to do so!). Cheers.

It Burns Us...!

I (Adrianna, Master(ess?) of this blog domain) started a new mid-year resolution as of July 1st. It is 3-fold:

1. Wake Up at a Decent Hour

2. Exercise

3. Have Personal Study Time

When we left managing apartments and moved into our own place, I had such good intentions about keeping an early wake time and I did really well... for about two weeks. The thing is, I has no accountability and soon I was sleeping in until 8:30, 9:30, sometimes 10 and staying up really late.

So, our friend Melanie agreed to let me walk the neighborhood with her at 6am 3 days a week. I must say it was quite a shock Monday morning to get up at 5:40am- 3 hours earlier than usual! Not only that, but to exert my poor body that hasn't seen regular exercise in over 10 years... (And, yes, it does cost me some pride to admit that in writing for all to see.) I think the looming 30's and increasing aches & creaks & wrinkles are scaring me into activity. That, and the baby flab that's hanging around... Needless to say, today I can barely walk. Everytime I move all I can think is: 'It burns us...!' Heaven help me keep my resolution!

I must say, though, the dawn of a Summer morning is something it's been a while since I've seen and makes me sorry for all the times I've missed it. And it was good to get so much done before 8am:

Walking for 40 min

Shower

Eat breakfast

Read Scriptures

Cut Doug's Hair

Get the Kids up and fed

It kind of made me feel like Supermom! Maybe I'll get addicted to the feeling of power. Hehe. ;)

Graduation

Doug has been done with his Bachelors degree since January except this one incomplete he had left for a class he took 1 1/2 years ago. He has dubbed it "the monkey on my back."

June 30th was the last day to turn in work for this class to get an official graduation of Spring '07. Doug emailed the final work to the professor at 2am on June 30th. Therefore, as of July 1st, Doug is officially graduated! A free man!

Sadly, it's been rather anti-climactic after the 8 years of our marriage that we have been pursuing this blasted degree! And now, on to the next thing: studying (cramming) like crazy for the GMAT with visions of BYU's Marriott School of Business for an MBA with a focus on HR/Organizational Behavior (what a mouthful). If all goes well, we are looking at being Utahans (or, the less politically correct, 'Utards') next Fall '08!

Pray for us... like crazy!