The Crazee Chick's View of Life

Remember when I said I was going to post a picture a day?! Okay so I haven't exactly accomplished that but here's one from the other day when my poor hubby was trying to get a photo done for work. As you can see, I just couldn't stay out of the limelight for the entire 10 minutes that this procedure took... Seriously, isn't he foxy?    The Crazee Chick is looking a little psycho...

Okay, okay...it's 1:00 in the bloomin' morning and not only am I awake, but I am WIRED! I have been working on a power point presentation and whenever I do anything remotely creative digitally it gets my hyper. So I thought I'd update my blog. In secret. Because any minute now, Hubby's going to come downstairs and shoo me into bed. Little does he know that I still have to go soak in a hot bath for a couple of hours before I can possibly think about going to sleep. Do you have to do that too? Call me eccentric, call me looney-tunes, call me a Popsicle, but I HAVE to have a hot bath/long shower before I go to bed in order to sleep. If I retire to my huge, soft bed, that could hold 8 kids and 4 hound dogs and a piggy we stole from the shed, without being warm/hot/have skin so red from the hot water that I resemble a cherry, I absolutely CAN NOT sleep! I have tried to break my nightly ritual and the results have been disastrous! Long flannel pants, fluffy

As I was folding laundry a question came to my mind... Why do we call it a pair of underwear?!

Everyday I am cognizant of fun or amusing things that I see, hear, taste (?), that I can blog about and believe me, I've had tons of them lately but I can't blog about them because.... well, honestly... I forget them all by the time I have a moment to update my blog! (Yes, I know...it's a very sad thing this brain plasticity) So, in an effort to remember things (and consequently BLOG about them)and increase my photography skills, I am going to start carrying my camera everywhere with me and documenting my day. And you, dear reader, will benefit from this in ways you've never imagined. Like...you've never imagined you could be: so bored so unimpressed with my photography so apathetic so disgusted by my ego-centrism so willing to eat your own used socks... Yeah. Me too. We'll share my boring life together. Thanks for tuning in... See ya soon--with PICTURES!!

You know your diet is bland when you look forward to brushing your teeth so that you can experience a shot of pepperminty flavour.... True story.

1. If I have a hole anywhere in my sock, why does my big toe always find it? 2. Why does every member of the family have a pressing issue they need to discuss IMMEDIATELY with me when I am buck naked in the shower? 3. Why does soy cheese taste so incredibly horrible?  I'm sure the makers of this cheese could have found some better flavor other than 'fart'.  May I suggest 'ear wax' as a better alternative? That's it.  That is all the contemplating my measly brain can handle for today.  Have a satisfactory Wednesday. 

Got the snow boots. Got the red mittens. Got the ergonomic snow shovel. Got the winter jackets and ski boots. Got the freezing cold weather. Got the morning frost that lasts until past noon. Got the weather forecast for the purported 'worst' winter on record. So.... Where's the darn SNOW? C'mon Snow, if I'm going to have to wait much longer to see your beautiful white flakes that coat my world in magical wonder, I'm going to cry! Seriously I am as excited to see you as I was for Christmas morning to come! What can I do to encourage you? I've been doing the 'snow' dance and I've been singing 'Let it snow, Let it snow, Let it snow' in my best Michael Buble style, and, yes, I'm ashamed to admit it, I've been running around nekked outside at the stroke of midnight for the last week and a half and still you are a 'no show, no snow.' Can you please come tonight? I'm getting kind of tired of the neigh

So the first book I downloaded onto my Kindle was one that I've been waiting for YEARS to read.  It was the third book from a series called Almost Sisters, written by three LDS authors, and I've been waiting because I didn't want to pay shipping and handling charges to order it online. (how cheap am I?) So the series is about three women who meet at BYU Education week when they are in their early 20's.  These women live in different cities and states and so they correspond over the years via letters and email.  They share their challenges and their successes with one another and the author addresses some fairly poignant  issues such as teen preganancy, gay marriage, and other 'hot' subjects. These books are simply written so that you feel that you are part of the letter writing and reading--you become attached to these women and their struggles over their 25 year friendship.  You find yourself worrying about them. I came to really care about a couple of the

On the night before Christmas, it was quiet through the house and not a creature was stirring...except Hubby and me putting all the presents under the tree.  This year we didn't put any (other than those received in the mail from family) under the tree until the last possible minute.  This wasn't because we are sadistic parents--our kids asked us to do it this way! So as I'm putting the presents under the tree I make a grand discovery.  There's one there for me!!  From my hubby!  I'm so excited!! Break to Christmas morning; the kids are in a flop sweat, they are excited out of their minds, and we have Grandma and Grandpa on Skype. Time to begin! Oh my gosh, the kids' faces were out of this world when they opened their various presents. I didn't take many pictures this year because I just wanted to enjoy every smile and laugh and just soak it all in. Eventually, Kiki hands me a present from Daddy! It's THE ONE! Long and rectangular. 'Hmm