Sunday, September 20, 2009

Yes its My birf-day!! Woo-hoo

Birthday Contest

It's My Birthday today! I am so happy. I haven't been this excited for a birthday in a long time. I'm just so happy!! So I'm holding a Birthday contest for the best birthday singing song on my voice mail. I will not play favorites and there are three other judges besides me but I do have to say so far Beth Bingham is holding the top spot! So don't be scared give a call and belt it out!

There will be a special gift basket given to the winner :)

Saturday, September 19, 2009

To my fav bloggers


It's my birthday in 59 minutes and I am asking that my two favorite bloggers memoirs of a sun goddess and kiel and Melissa christensen write a blog about me.

It better happen because what this birthday girl wants she gets!

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My birthday

My birthday is tomorrow.


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Hi mommy, I dirt.

Its no secret how I've been struggling with sleep since My love has been switched to graves. Last night was another tough one for me since it was his first night back to graves after his five days off and it was a double back oh yuck! It wasn't until about 3:30am that my eyes finally gave in to some much needed sleep.

I was so exhausted that the little sounds of Ashton stirring could not wake me out of this slumber or so I thought. I awake to Ashton grabbing my face saying "hi mommy. I dirt." so happy to open my eyes and see his adorable little blue eyed face. "goodmorning my little prince" he shoves his little hands right into my face that they are touching my lips "mommy I dirt" he exclaims. I lick my lips out of habitat then neccesity While at the same moment an awful smell filled my nostrils. one I couldn't quite put my finger on yet it was a familiar smell. Just awakening from a dead sleep I could feel my brain kick in to overdrive trying to name the smell. At the same time my blurred vision was adjusting and I could see brown. Yes, chunky? Brown! all my sences sparked together everything came clear as day. I flung my body up and back completly in horror of what I just realized.

I take a good look at my big boy. With his superman underwear around one ankle, toliet paper fastened to his leg by the chunky, smelly, brown stuff, His brown hand print smeared across his chest, his hands covered in pooh with the biggest smile across his face as he says for the third time "mommy, I dirt."

This cannot be happening. Realizing that I just licked my lips that had been touched by poooh hands I begin to dry heave i say "no Ashton it is not dirt. You are covered in poooh."
His little face fell and he looks at me with one hand reaching for mine and the other pointing towards the hall he says "oh no mommy mess!"

He was right! My little man woke up needing to take a morning dump. Being the litlle independent that he is he went to the bathroom took off his underwear and sat on the pot. The problems arose when it was time to wipe clean. Why today of all the days Did he need to take a morning dump?

So at 6:30 am I find myself knee deep in pooh scrubbing the bathroom. Scrubbing Ashton and scrubbing the little trail he left from the bathroom to my room. I remind myself that when I start to think that my life is a little dull and full of routine I will rememebr this delicious morning and never ever question myself again.

Hope all your mornings are awoken without the color brown!

My little culprit after the bath in his buzz lightyear outfit watching the morning toons!



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Friday, September 18, 2009

Ashtons chosen a nickname for his future wife:)



JADEY BEAR!


That's right Ashton has fallen hard for the adorable little girl with outstanding verbal skills and an already amazingly developed nurturing attitude!

Always sure to yell "Ashhhton Lunch", "Ashton apples". "here Ashhhton popcorn"
The second I mention Jady bear. Ashton is wipping his head in every direction trying to spot here little brown bob and cute smile!

Every morning its "we play at Jadey Bears today?" (say with a high pitch tone at the end)

We bumped into her at the super market before our big church labor day picnic. She was all he could talk about Jadey bear this, Jadey bear that and when we arrived at the park he continued to explain that we were not at jadey bears house and he WAS NOT getting out of the car until JADEY BEAR was pointed out of the crowd.

Needless to say he has made a great friend who is always up to win him in a who can yell no the most and loudest contest :)

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Best Dinner Ever

Benni hanas with Kiel , Melissa, Mike, Beths dad a table over and by complete accident and me :)

Melissa post the dang pics already everybodys waiting.

PS this trash in here smells like a fresh turd... can only mean one thing. Someone pooped in the trash. So grosss :(

Imprinting

What would this world be without the since of smell?

My lovely Michael has switched from day shift to Graves<--- Yes, folks you guessed it! graves is called graves because it makes you feel like you'll be reaching yours faster :9 And since then I've been tossing and turning through the nights without him. Determined to achieve a full nights rest i put myself up for expermintation.

First experiment: Make my lovely Michaels lunch at 7:30 , have Michael take me upstairs as if we are going to sleep for the night. I forced him to change into pj's and everything also he was not allowed to talk about going to work at all. we pretended like it didn't exsist. Then he would rub my curly hair until I would drift off... "Magic" he would think as he slowly slid out of the bed trying ever so careful not to disturb me. As soon as his smell left the reach of my nose My eyes were as wide as pie. Dag nab it no magic for this one. I stayed up, sent him off to work and rolled around until 2:30 am :( then up at six.

Experiment duece: put Ashton into bed with me. Michael changes into pjs and pretends to sleep then tries to escape. the minute his feet touch the floor my eyes are wide as pie. I kiss him goodbye, put the bed hog back in his bad, roll around until 4:30. oh jeepers was it a long day.

Not so Lucky number three: Promise Mike that a back rub will put me into a deep slumber. awe-ha he caves to my request. Going great a back rub befoer bed this can never get old but to no avail my eyes pop open right before he shuts the door. Again kisses goodbye. No sleep til three :(

Experiment number four: Mikes dirty shirt. mmmkay before you judge.. I was empty and running on 8 Dr.peppers just to stay alive for Ashton. I took mikes dirty shirt that he wore all day. I made sure that it smelt like motor oil and his deodorant sweat smell. I put that puppy on and fell fast asleep after I kissed him goodnight of course!

I realized my rules of no dirty bodies or clothes on my clean sheets would have to change! Because I need my sleep!

What i realized from all these experiments is that I use my since of smell for everything. It is my comfort. I love the smell of syrup when its on Ashton after he just ate his waffles and eggy, I love the smell of Michael's sweat it sounds gross but I promise his sweat doesn't smell bad its amazing. If I could bottle it up and sell it I would.. I would make a fortune too :)I love the smell of engine on mikes hands its such a man smell and it reminds me of child hood, warm sunny days and my grandpas barn.

Yummy lima beans anyone?





Lucy was removed! Goodbye and good riddance. All of the fasting, prays and love sailed me through the first round and into the next. I remember Mike saying "ewe It looks like a deformed Lima bean!" I can tell you I wont be serving up Lima beans any time soon. The final pressure and release of the scalpel. Dr. Daemon loudly exclaims "It's out"! I can't describe the pressure that lifted. One I never knew was really there until it was over. It was like Heavenly Father protected me from that weight until the end.. until he knew I was ready to take it on. I stood shaky, unkempt, in a sack and wept on Mikes shoulder. one final release of everything I ever felt.

This was the sweetest goodbye of my life!

And that is all I do not want to devote anymore time to Lucy Lymphoma. There are so many others who have not yet recovered and there are many ways for you to help! Walk for a cure, get a degree, become a scientist and create a cure, Pray!

All my Love, France Allen