I'll Believe It When I See It

Word around our house is that Sam is all done with classes as of today.

Finals start Friday....so after four important tests and a huge paper he should be done with school. That makes me pretty happy. I think we are both tired of our evenings getting spent like this...



Of course, graduation still requires a three month research project, a forty page paper and a few religion classes....so call me a pessimist, but I am going to have a hard time being relieved until I actually hold the diploma.

Oh ya, and know the MCAT score and find out where med school takes us.

And then there is residencies to worry about....I call that I have ulcers in less than two years.

Tonight's Menu...

After being cut from work early, we decided to grab some dinner. Poor Sam had no idea that he would have to please an indecisive girl craving everything disgusting.

Mashed potatoes, baby hamburgers, tacos, and salad were all things that sounded decent. So we headed out to fill the gas tank and grab some fast food take out.


The first stop after filling up the tank: Kentucky Fried Chicken because of their addictive mashed potatoes.


Next, we drove four blocks south to the golden arches. I needed my baby hamburger and a side salad.


After Mcdonalds we wrapped up our fast food frenzy by literally driving across the street to Burger King to get two crunchy tacos and a strawberry milkshake with the biggest straw I have ever seen.

The saddest part of the whole excursion? When we got home I wasn't even hungry.
But I ate it anyways.

Ice Cream and Baby Spoons

Hey Jana, I think you left one of baby Will's spoons at our house...and Sam is pretty happy about it.

Sam's Heaven: watching tv and eating chocolate ice cream with a baby spoon after a long day of school and shadowing.

Oh ya, thanks for the birthday ice cream that we forgot to eat with the cake. Sam was pretty happy about that too.

Things That Make Me Laugh...

1. Quietly hiding behind the corner in our pitch black room when Sam got up to get a drink in the middle of the night, and then scaring the heck out of him. I hope when I get to heaven and watch that on replay there is night vision technology so I can actually see his face along with hear the noises that came out of him. Best scream ever and totally worth the next few hours of him being completely mad at me.

2. Reading about 400+ students getting accepted to NYU on April 1, only to get their true rejection letter an hour later. April Fools to the extreme.
3. When I am at work and customers ask me if our chicken is cooked. Silly people, of course it is.
4. Remembering that one time a co-worker slipped on an edamame pod. Closest thing to a cartoon banana peel slip I think I will ever see.
5. Fighting over the shower with my sisters whenever I go home.

6. Seeing Jana do the finger dipstick method to check Will's diaper. You can guess what happens next.
7. Listening to an older Costco Sample lady tell a little girl to wait her turn when she tried to sneak to the front of the line and eat before a few adults.
8. Waking up to Sam yelling "Stop, Stop, Stop, Stop...." in his sleep. Must have been some nightmare.
9. Also waking up to Sam asking me "Where have all the boys gone?" Not quite sure what this dream was about, and not sure I want to know either.
10. Falling off the curb at the intersection a hundred feet from my house as I am leaving to go for a run. I scraped my knees up pretty good and rolled my ankle, but at least I was entertainment for all those cars waiting at the light.

11. Sam stopping to help some old people who's car had broken down; then getting back in the car and telling me to tell everyone I know about the good thing he had just done.
12. Pretty much everything Kevin did to those burglars on Home Alone.
13. Watching Ellen
14. Typical Sam forgetting to take the ring on the boat ride across Seattle, the night he was supposed to propose to me.
15. Watching a rhinoceros spray the wall with pee at the zoo.
16. Taking three swings to actually hit the golf ball when I meant to do it on my first try.
17. Sam, Quinn, and three huge bags of dirty laundry riding the little motoped 7 miles from Quinn's house to ours.

18. Sam tucking my cute new shoes into his socks in lieu of shin guards so he could play in his championship intramural soccer game. Ruined my shoes, but at least he won.
19. Bob's comments
20. And cutting onions with goggles.

Parking Spot Stealer

We currently live in a town house, inside a complex with a lot of other townhomes. Each dwelling receives two personal parking spots, and each building has between two and four guest spots.

For most residents, the parking situation works, but for some, not so much. Our neighbors in the next building over have like a million cars, and instead of being like normal, considerate neighbors and parking their excessive amount of cars on the street, they decide to fill up every guest spot inside the complex. (I am not bitter at all if you can't tell.)

Now normally this would not bother me; especially because between my car and yoshi, we technically could share one spot, and on snowy days we often do, leaving our uncovered spot empty. However, we do have friends, and sometimes these friends like to come to our house, and they usually need a parking spot when they visit. A few months ago our car got towed because there were no guest spots left for our friends and $75.00 later my passive nature towards the guest spot stealers turned sour.

Last week these guest spot stealers took it to the next level. Sam and I left for school and work, leaving Jana, Chuck, Grandma Pam, and the boys home. Poor Chuck was the lucky one who answered the door to our grumpy neighbor aggressively asking why we towed his car. Apparently he just parked in our spot for "one second," accidentally fell asleep, and in the morning his car was gone. Chuck had no idea what he was talking about, and after a few minutes got him to leave.

What actually happened was the guy parked in our neighbors spot, thinking it was our extra one and they had him towed after a few hours of it not being moved because they have a baby and two cars and should not have to park on the street. Funny, right? Stealing the wrong parking spot, then picking a fight with us when it didnt work out for him.

Tip #1: If you are going to steal, make sure you know what you are doing and who you are stealing from. DO YOUR HOMEWORK BETTER!!!

We had a good laugh and thought that was the end of it. We were wrong. On the way out for lunch the next day we were surprised to find this tucked into our windshield:

Tip #2: When you write an aggressive hate note make sure that you've got your grammar intact. People won't take you seriously, they will just laugh, and then post it on the internet so that all their friends and family can also laugh.

Buddy, I am sorry about your $150.00, I think University towing is ridiculous also, but don't park in spots that aren't yours. And I am also sorry that our number 4 spot looked too similar to our neighbors marked number 5, but lets be honest, those two numbers don't look alike at all. And what is really too bad, we would have been very annoyed, but we probably wouldn't have towed you.

However, here is a little word to the wise, don't try those shenanigans again. It's not worth the money.

Janet's Twenty-First Birthday!!!!

Today is Janet's twenty-first birthday. It makes me feel old that my little sister can now legally drink, but I guess I'll just have to get over it.

Janet and I have definitely had some pretty spectacular fights through the years. My memory is a little fuzzy on some of them, but I am pretty sure at this age I loved her to death.

She was a pretty cute baby after all.

Here we are on Easter morning

I remember stealing some eggs out of her basket when she wasn't looking, but lets be honest, who didn't do that to their younger brothers and sisters?

Us posing in front of the infamous swing set in our backyard...

...this is where she fell (or her claims of robby pushing her) off the slide. I believe she broke her collar bone that night, but unfortunately for her, I don't think she got to go to the hospital for a few days after because no one believed her when she said it was broken.

Janet and my Dad...

...living up her short lived few years as the youngest child.

Here I am convincing her to share her candy.

What's the point of having a younger sister if you can't manipulate things away from them.

Having fun on the swing set

look at those curls.

Janet and her love for animals...that was something we were always opposite on.

She used to want to be a veterinarian, but she obviously changed her mind and opted for law school. I hear the money is better.

Here she is doing what she (and most lawyers) do best....talking.

You can't answer her phone calls unless you have got at least one hour to kill, even if you tell her you have to go, she won't listen. She loves to make me jealous by telling me about school and all the things she is learning:) Right Janet?

She is definitely the child prodigy of our family....

...graduated high school early, double major at BYU in three years, and off to Berkley law school... all before the age of 21, with pretty much perfect grades. And I am pretty sure she is Grandma and Grandpa's favorite.

Happy Birthday Janet!!! We love you!!!

Happy Birthday Wilbur!!!

We wrapped up the fun family visit by celebrating Will's (nicknamed Wilbur by Sam) birthday with a zoo cake, and getting rid of his double ear infection. Poor baby.

Here is the birthday boy playing in the kitchen while Jana and I decorated the cake.

Check out that concentration.

Here is Sam doing his best to "help" us....

...by eating all the cake decorations.

And Clyde being very helpful...

...testing the elasticity on those party hats.

After a lot of talking, working, and trial and error we finished the project

Let's just say Jana is very creative; her boys are pretty lucky.

Unfortunately, this is what happened a few minutes later. Apparently the giraffe was a little too heavy for the frosting.

Luckily surgeon Chuck was there to fix the problem.

Here is the cute birthday boy posing for a picture

while he waits for us to finish the party preparations.

And here he is a little less posy, unlike the rest of the family.

Apparently Will was more interested in Grandma Pam than me and the camera.

And lastly, here he is catching and kicking the ball.

After all, his size can only be explained by one thing, natural athlete.

We are so happy we got to spend your first birthday with you Wilbur. Maybe next year you will like people food so you will actually eat your cake.

Happy Birthday! We love you!