me and my boys

Ha. I tricked you all. You thought I was going to post something about the playoffs, or the actual team didn't you? Well, while I am no NBA smarty, I do know that the Jazz are out already. So there.

My actual post starts out with a story about our family trip to Red Mango. If you don't know what Red Mango is, you are missing out. It's super yummy. I had my doubts the first time I walked in. Then I ordered. Then I ate it. Yum. Ooooo. Just thinking about it makes me want some. So of course I naturally sign up to get their texts about deals going on (I seem to do this quite frequently now that my texts are unlimited, I have sort of an addiction.) Then tonight I get a text saying they are opening tonight and between 7-9 I could go in and get a free yogurt. Well, it just so happened that Mason's soccer game was over right about 7:00, so over we headed. I expected one free yogurt and then I'd pay for the our other ones. Not only did we get all our yogurt (and toppings) free, they also had....

are you so excited?

Thurl Bailey!

Now, I'm not a big Jazz fan, as you may have caught from my previous comments, but my kids thought it was really cool that a "real basketball player" was there for them to meet. And obviously I couldn't pass up the chance to get my silly short kiddos in a picture with a crazy tall person.

And since I'm sure you'd like to know my secret Red Mango combo...any flavor with mango chunks or pomogranate seeds.

"It's like hitting yourself in the head with a hammer, you'll like it when it's over."

This is what my professor said to describe our big project of the semester. He also mentioned since it's a mass communications class he doesn't mind if we bring our laptops and do whatever we want on them - play games, surf the internet, check our email... And he said as long as our phones aren't loud he doesn't care if we text in class - he even said as a current bishop he would text kids in the congregation during sacrament (until he was asked not to by the stake). He's my new favorite.

So I haven't even found out my grades for last semester and I start school again tomorrow. Very exciting. On a sidenote, I think that I was bored in the week I didn't have school. Weird. I did a little yardwork, tried to reorganize/clean the garage, cleaned the storage room, sold things online, gave away things online, recleaned and reorganized the garage again, bought a dresser for mason, decided to take the dresser back, cleaned out my closet, made a DI run... I also tried to hang a few shelves myself, then I realized I don't own a studfinder [insert joke here], also weird since I am in possession of tools that I don't even know how to use correctly. Anyway...

The other day after Milo got home from preschool he asked to play with a friend. I was outside chatting with my neighbor so I told him to run inside and use the bathroom first, then he could go play. About five minutes later Milo came running outside, looking as if he were about to cry.

"How do you turn the microwave off?!"
"Milo did you try to cook something in the microwave?"
"I don't know how to make it turn off, it just keeps going!"

So I hurry inside worried I'm going to find something on fire or exploding inside my microwave. I found lots of smoke, a very unpleasant smell and this:

That was Wednesday. My kids still comment every time we walk in the door from being gone, "it smells in here". Yes I know it does. Yum.

Why on earth does the weather mishap just happen to coincide with my son's growth? And if the weather could ever actually make up its mind then maybe I'd be a little less confused. Some days I wonder if I should just break down and buy him new pants, he obvioulsy needs them. But then if I buy them now they'll probably be borderline once winter comes around again. Then there are days like Monday which I think, nope - weather is warming up, shorts time before we know it! Then comes Wednesday.

Boo I say. Boo.

i love the soup. what other show can keep me up on current events and make fun of people at the same time? awesome.

Dear Spring,

I have love you. I have been excited to see you. I have even defended you at times. But if this is how you are going to treat my affections and feeling for you I think I will have to discover where my heart really belongs, and I'm not so sure it belongs with you anymore.

It pains me to say this but I think I've given you a fair chance. I even went along with that groundhog and gave you some extra time to come around and fulfill my needs. But now I feel you've taken advantage of my loyalty. I feel left out in the cold, literally.

So I'm sorry my love, but I'm moving on. My thoughts have been drifting to days with sun and warm air. I will miss your cool breeze and days of perfect sunshine, but at this point I don't think you offer me those much anyway.

Please accept my sincere apologies for my wandering thoughts to others while still remaining yours - but the time has now come for me to break away from that which only seems to give me hope and then leave me lonely. It was good while we had it, don't ever forget that. And please don't try to lure me back with smiles and warmth only to turn your cold shoulder on me again. It will be easier for everyone if I can just look forward, when this time of my life is over.

Thank you for understanding,

Emily