Potty on the Brain

Logan loves to play peek-a-boo with Jonah. It is the cutest thing to watch. We have been talking a lot about using the bathroom. (He is still struggling) So today he was playing with Jonah...and he started playing peek-a-boo...but he has changed the words to "pee-an-poo." So very tragic.



AUTHORS NOTE: I took my first test...and got 100% yay me!

A moment of scrubs

Ok..I love scrubs...this is one of my favorites, because it reminds me of my dad. When I was in the hospital, I think it was when I had Logan...my dad thought the pain scale was so funny...the nurse sent him a copy home. It was hilarious.

I admit, I am a snob

I don't know what it is about public transportation. It brings out the inbreds...that's all I can say. Lisa, my mom, Logan, Jonah, Layton and me...we all load onto this train, with not a seat available. This kind older gentleman and his wife gave up their seats so me and Lisa could sit with the boys. It was very sweet. We had a front row view of this crazy lady who sat on the floor and bawled because she had to sit on the floor. She just kept saying "This is not my idea of fun." super. So then this group of (pardon the political incorrectness) special eddy's sits down. There were about 6 of the most ghetto...most special people, with approximately 16 teeth between them. They screamed at each other from Woods cross to salt lake and then from salt lake to clearfield. I wanted to stab them with a pencil. They had 2 little babies with them, one was screaming her little brains out. I picked up a package of yogos out of my purse and asked the mother "Would your baby want some yogos?" She looked at me very strangely and said "Maybe," and took them from me. The baby continued screaming. I looked back and there is this lady eating her baby's yogos. I HATE PEOPLE! It was an interesting trip, but I will wait to ride it again until they start charging a regular fair...hopefully that will clear out some of the riff-raff. (And yes...I admit it, I'm a snob!)

It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas

I buy a lot of the things we use a lot bulk. I do this with mashed potato flakes because I use them to thicken creamy potato soup.

I bought the following container several months ago..

and only made soup once, so it was basically full. I have a lot of my bulk items on the bottom shelf in my kitchen because they fit there. Until yesterday, the kids had never bothered them.

I got out of the shower and got dressed, but I couldn't find my nice jeans. I went downstairs to look in the laundry room. As I sorted through things, I heard little feet running. When I walked into the kitchen I saw mounds and mounds of potato flakes. I called out, "Logan?" No answer. I began to follow the trail of potatoes down the hall and into the boys bedroom. I walked into his bedroom to find Logan sitting in the crib with the still sleeping Jonah. Poor little Jonah was covered with a 1/2 inch of powdered potato. It was in his nose and ears. so sad. I picked up Logan and said "Why would you do this?" He said "I made it like Christmas for Jo-dah" (that is what Logan calls Jonah)
I got mad and I may have yelled. Logan burst into tears and said "It's not naughty, it's special." super. So I bent down and apologized for losing my temper, and told Logan we don't use potatoes on anything except for eating...even if it is to make it Christmas-time. He looked at me, gave me a hug and said, "That's ok momma, we bof (both) made a mistake." So super cute. So I thought that was the end of it.
Last night at 11 p.m. after I got my homework done, I was submitting my pay to my work (I bill them for my services basically) I heard walking, but kids aren't up at that time. I put them to bed at 9...so I assumed it was Layton. I finished my work, went to go upstairs...and found mounds and mounds of oatmeal. I had 4 tubs of oatmeal. They were laying in the middle of my kitchen. The oats had been systematically spread all over the whole upstairs. I walked into the living room to find Logan sleeping in the middle of a "snow mound." I woke him up and said "You are in trouble mister!" He said "No, I not..It's not potatoes."

NOTE TO READER: My bulk items are no longer kept on the lower level.

Suspended License

So I should start out by saying that we moved into our "new" home in October of 2006-We've been there for awhile.
Well...two days ago we got a telemarketing call from Allstate. Normally I would hang up or something...but I haven't been overly impressed with our state farm agent--over the last year, he has pretty much proven to me that he sucks. I had just paid our insurance on 1 car for $140 a month when allstate called wanting to give us a quote. I was like "Fine, give us a quote." When the quote was $107 less a month for home and car, I was like "We're switching!" We went in to go sign some forms and whatever. That is when he said "Oh, Layton...you're license is suspended." He never returned his medical forms...so it's been suspended for over a year. ARGH!!! Layton was like, "We just moved...I must not have gotten the forms." Um, super. He has been driving on a suspended license...for over a year. It gives me chest pains. Obviously...he is going to the doctor today!

A sad moment in the life of Lauralee...

I realized something today...something that is very sad. I am not a "young lady" any more. I remember the first time I met my friend Ann she told me that she was 26 and I had a hard time relating to her, because that is so old.

Today I started school, and while I love it...I entered the room where they were holding a new student orientation. As I entered the room, I surveyed my surroundings and noticed a bunch of teenagers sitting at many of the surrounding tables. I selected a table and was talking to the ladies there when a counselor came in and was telling us as a group about many of the grants and scholarships available. He explained that there are many opportunities for funding for students between the ages of 14 and 21. He said "By a raise of hands, how many of you are in this age group." Most of the room raised their hands. One young lady was trying to be helpful and she said "I think we all are, except for the old lady table." I looked around and realized that she was pointing to my table. How bad does that suck!
(and to any representatives from the AARP who might be reading this...I am only 28!!!)

Truth: The best policy

To start off, my husband hates to talk on the phone. I don't mean he dislikes talking on the phone...I mean he HATES it. Normally, when someone mispronounces his name, it's a good sign that it is a telemarketer. I have always said "No, he is not here." Today, that backfired on me big-time. Layton got laid off from a really good job about 6 months ago, and was fortunate enough to get hired on temp-to-hire at Fersenius, through SOS staffing. It is a great job! He seems to really like it too...but we have a few months left until he is hired permanently. There is a lack of stability there which causes a due amount of stress. Today when the male voice calling asked for "La-ton" and I said he wasn't here...they told me that it was Fersenius wanting to interview him for a full time position...(YAY) I felt so stupid walking into the other room to say "Honey, you have a job interview on Wednesday." But hey, HE HAS A JOB INTERVIEW ON WEDNESDAY!!! YAY!!!!