I am maybe the world's biggest leftovers snob (Brooke will confirm). For some reason I just don't like eating things I've already eaten the day before. Today I learned there are a couple of exceptions. How I came to this realization you ask? I came home for lunch opened the refrigerator and low and behold I was confronted with a serious dilemma. Usually my lunch time dilemma is am I going to make a quesadilla (cheese crisp if you grew up in AZ) or a Peanut Butter & Honey sandwich?, but today the difficult choice I was blindsided with was; Do I eat left over chicken curry from last night or left over pizza from Monday night? I went back and forth back and forth (while shoving one of the delicious orange rolls Brooke made last night in my face). After standing in front of the fridge ruminating for what felt like forever and after several half grabs I did what any guy would do and decided to just eat both. Yes folks I am now in a food coma.
(Loo- this pic is for you, check out Bos)
(Love the Hooves)
Okay, maybe not THAT crazy but in honor of Halloween, I am going to share some crazy coincidences. Weird!
1. I have two brothers, one was born on my grandpa's birthday, and the other brother was born on my great grandpa's birthday- both on the maternal side. A little freaky, right!
2. Back when I was a dater, I was dating two guys at the same time (it's OK, they lived in different states so no foul there- Sam, Briggie- don't even TRY to call a "trashy" on that one!) and they had the same birthday (a decade apart). What are the odds? When that birthday rolled around, I absolutely gave them the exact same gift. It's hard enough to think of one good gift, I wasn't about to over exert myself and come up with two great gifts.
3. Ammon's mom and my mom have the SAME birthday- year and everything. Crazy!
4. My kids' birthdays fall on the 12, 13, and 14 of their birth months- trying keeping that straight when someone asks you spur of the moment for your child's date of birth. I usually just pick one and if it doesn't come up in the system, try another- worst case, it takes me 3 tries. OK, that's a bit of an exaggeration (I don't want my kids to think I don't know when they were born), but when Ryder was first born I really did keep giving the doctor's office his month with Boston's day with Ryder's year. I'm getting really good at it now.
5. There is another good one about Ammon's social but he won't let me share it- party pooper! I mean, what's the worst that could happen? Some people are SOOOO paranoid. Just kidding babe!
OK, now tell me your best one- leave me a comment with some freaky she-haw!
Sometimes Ammon takes his work conference calls from home. I love having him home BUT it presents an issue as my kids are obsessed with following him around when he needs them not to, and thus I have to work overtime to keep them away from him. The second I turn my back, they sneak into wherever he is on his call which then presents me with the near impossible task of trying to retrieve the perpetrator without making any noise (which doesn't seem that hard since kids tend to be so compliant when told NO- I just haven't mastered it yet, what's my problem??? I'm still waiting for the time when the child will smile at me sweetly, mouth the letters OK while making the OK gesture with their fingers and follow me out of the room). All in all, the situation is wicked fun! A few weeks back, Ammon was in our office on a call, and I was going crazy trying to keep my kids (especially Boston) away from him. In the midst of it all, Ryder desperately needed a diaper change. I changed him as quickly as I could but since I lack super powers (at least in diaper changing area- and keeping kids out of the way during conference calls area), Boston had seized the opportunity and was living the dream in the office, right next to Ammon. When I walked in he was busily playing nickjr.com (I wonder how the people on the call were enjoying the Diego theme song). I decided my best way to retrieve Bos with the least amount of noise would be by way of sneaking up on him and hoisting him over my shoulder- all of this done at mach speed so that by the time he realized what was happening we would be only seconds from the door. I was mid sabotage when I heard Ammon say the magic words, "Great, thanks" and then push the hang out button. This gave me permission to get Boston out of the office as loud as I wanted (now THAT is liberating!). I was SOOO frustrated that I said loudly (I promise it wasn't a yell- I think I missed the cutoff by a decibel or some sound measuring bit since I'm not really sure if 1 decibel is a lot or not), "BOSTON I HAVE TOLD YOU 30 TIMES TODAY NOT TO COME IN HERE WHEN DADDY IS ON A CALL. GET. OVER. HERE. NOOOOWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!" (said in that mean, scary mom voice that makes me wonder if just maybe I may be part witch). I was getting ready for part two of the reprimand when I heard Ammon say into the phone (which now that I looked realized it was indeed still held up to his ear), "Hold on, one second." ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME????????? So, I noiselessly picked up Boston, tiptoed out the door and looked for somewhere I could hide for the REST of my life!!! Seriously! Seriously! A few minutes later, Ammon came out and I was bawling saying, "I am so sorry! I am so embarrassed!" repeated like 20 or 30 times. He tried to make me feel better by saying that during the alleged "hang up" most of the people on the call really did hang up. I asked who had heard me and he said he thought it was just him and his friend/coworker Cory (who is the father of 6 so I hope that means he's heard this sort of tirade many, many times but knowing his wife (superwoman Lori) he probably has never heard her yell at the kids which then leaves me looking even more psycho!!!). I was also concerned, and still am to this day, that Ammon wasn't positive no one else besides Cory was still on the phone. I'm wondering if he couldn't remember because he didn't want me to be devastated further by letting me know his boss and boss's boss along with a couple of clients as well as Cory were deep in discussion before they were rudely, and shockingly interrupted by some nut job yelling (I mean speaking loudly) at her innocent baby who was just trying to enjoy a quick game of Diego. In the end, I'm left with asking myself repeatedly, why? Why does this happen?
So, basically, Ammon is out of town, my kids are sick, and I'm feeling overwhelmed. Doesn't really make for a great week, right? Tonight one of my friends asked me why I haven't posted in a little while and I decided that the reason is, I'm no good at writing unless I have something funny that happened (thus, as much as I would LOVE to write a book it ain't gonna happen because I'm awful at making up stories- just ask my kids!). So, I looked through my pictures on my camera and decided there are a few pics to post and stories to tell. Here goes:
Third, what is it about the fake, nasty teeth that I find so incredible? I think they are hilarious (joke NEVER gets old!). It reminds me of high school. I had this good friend who had really jacked teeth (bless his heart- it's OK to rip on someone if it ends in "bless his heart", then it's not mean spirited) and one night he and his buddies came over to my house. My friend's teeth looked especially jacked that night (like I was pretty sure they were fake but not positive) so I decided not to say anything, just in case. His friends were all laughing and I was trying not to laugh, just in case. He kept trying to kiss me and his friends thought it was hilarious but I was too nervous to say "dude- what's up with your teeth" just in case. Anyways, I love the fake, nasty teeth.
Finally, what is it about a pedicure that can bring almost any day up a whole letter grade (like if you're having a solid C but then get a pedicure, it becomes at least a B, maybe even a B+ if the foot massage portion of the pedicure is above and beyond). Seriously, they're stellar! 
