HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!

I mostly wanted to use this picture. I think it's cool. It's from our cruise, but it looks like a new years party. So party on.

8 years...

Can you believe it? Happy Anniversary Sean and Keli!

Merry Christmas!!!

Merry Christmas everyone! We talked to some of you, but missed others. Hope y'all had a great day. Our Santa was very generous this year, and is now on Mom's naughty list. It was supposed to be a "video game free" Christmas, but when presents were opened there were quite a few of them hiding under that tree.

Jared and Kristen... the kids love their books, and we love the picture. That is one of my favorite pictures, and we needed a picture of Christ. Thank you!

We have a few pictures posted on my blog from Christmas morning, and check out Betsy's blog for our Christmas Eve festivities. We had a great time at their house and visiting with Jake and Amy's family while we were up there.

Church? What's that, again?

I know, I know. I need to get back to my own ward. It's been, count them, 4 weeks since I've been to my home ward. Yikes! Between a homecoming (or mission report, whatever,) a baby blessing (are we still calling them that?), work (I was able to attend the hospital branch meeting), and surgery (no excuse there), It seems like forever since I've been to church. Even if I have attended other meetings, it just doesn't feel like real church. And this week we will be attending my parents ward for their Christmas Choir program. Our ward has an insane choir director, we only sing dumb songs, so I won't be going to that. So that makes it a total of 5 weeks away from our ward! That's got to be a record for me. Even after having the babies, I only took off a couple of weeks.

So what's my point? Nothing really. Just making myself feel better by explaining the situations that have kept me from attending my home ward. I do feel better now. Thanks.

Here's the score...

Girls 7
Boys 3
TBA 1

I think it's a little lopsided!

Jeepers, creepers, where'd you get that chicken?

Oh, Mom. She's the best. Not that I need to tell any of you this. Okay, so the night of my surgery, Mom being the perpetual Relief Society President that she is, brought dinner over for Sean and the girls. Sean was all nuts about how good the chicken strips were. He went on and on about how we need to go get "Tyson" chicken strips at the store. So when Mom asked him what he wanted for his birthday dinner, his 30th mind you, he of course said the chicken strips. So we're all eating dinner on Sunday, and he's going on and on about how good they are, as am I, because the were in fact pretty darn good, and I'm like "Where do you get these chicken strips?" Well, somehow the conversation turned to something else right at that moment, so I didn't get an answer, and figured I'd just find out later. So later arrives. We're getting ready to leave, and Sean is still going on and on about the chicken, when Mom bursts into the room with "I have a confession to make!". What? So, apparently the night they brought over dinner, Mom had cooked chicken strips. You'd think the story would end there, but no. I guess Dad forgot to take them out of the oven, or something to that effect, and they got a little burned. So on the way to our house, they stopped at KFC and bought the chicken strips. They took the burned ones out of the container, and added the impostors. So when Sean asked for the same chicken strips for his birthday dinner, they had to continue to cover their deception, and bought 2 dozen chicken strips from KFC on Saturday, and reheated them on Sunday. Now, it would usually not be a big deal, but thanks to my lack of cooking skills, Sean knows his fast food. He said they tasted a lot like KFC. And if you know Mom and Dad, you know they don't do this. Mom is an excellent cook, and they have no need to eat fast food. I guess that's what makes this story so darn funny. That and the fact that Mom cannot tell a fib. She could not let us leave believing she had cooked those chicken strips. I promised her it would be blogged, and I too, do not tell fibs.



So Mom, this is for you. You've been found out. We love you. I haven't had a good laugh like that in a long time. Thanks for the chicken. Oh yeah, and EVERYTHING else.