Book List

I've been in such a funk lately! My emotions are all over the place, poor husband, poor kids, poor me. If you're ever bored, I can use some girl time, but nothing that has to do with food. I've not been updating my book list, but oh, I have been reading. In fact, its all I've been doing lately. Its my escape from my crappy mood. I've been keeping them up on goodreads.com. If you're not on there and you love to read...you should be!! Find me and be my friend :) Here's a few that I've read since my last post... Gone by Lisa McCann, Fire by Kristin Cashore, The Help by Kathryn Stockett, Alliance by Gerald Lund, Shiver by Maggie Steifvater, Evermore by Alyson Noel. And there are soooo many good ones to come. All of them were REALLY good, except Gone.

My Crazy Weekend...

THE RAGNAR RELAY:
a 200 mile relay race between 12 people. Here's the story.
I found out this weekend that running can actually be fun at certain distances. All of that marathon training is for weirdos ;) My short 4 and 5 mile runs in the mountains were wonderful. I will stick to that sort of training from now on.
So, so many people did the relay this year. Like 5,000. It was crazy. You may know others who did it and say "oh it was so much fun," or "we had such a blast." Don't listen to them. They are liars. There are not very many ways that this was fun. I would classify it under "an experience". Our team was separated into 2, 15 passenger vans. It seems like there would be a lot of space for 6 people in a 15 passenger van, but don't let the 15 fool you. We were in that van for about 24 hours.
I was the first runner from our van and I didn't start my first run until about 2:45 p.m. It was a nice run, about 4.8 miles. It felt really long for some reason. I've never really trained in hills, so it was a struggle at first. I did come in faster than we had predicted though. Then everyone else did their runs. We went through some really pretty areas. After everyone was done, it was about 8:30 p.m. We went for some dinner and drove to an elementary school where we could supposedly sleep until our next leg started at 12:55a.m. Well, we didn't get there and arranged until about 10pm. so you can imagine, this pregnant girl was famished. I paid $2 to sleep in the school, since sleeping in the van was not very comfortable. They directed me to the multi purpose room, aka cafeteria. There were about 200 people sleeping on the tile floor and hardly any space to lay down. I found a tiny spot in between a bunch of people and tried to get some rest. There was banging from the kitchen, people walking by my head, a horrible snoring man and of course sleeping on a tile floor isn't the most comfortable. To put it simply, I didn't sleep a wink. The other van called me and said they were ahead of schedule so we had to get going. My run was supposed to be 30 minutes later. Luckily, I had sweet Bobby on my team who agreed to switch runs with me so I could get some much needed rest. I was going to run her leg that started at 3 a.m.

Love you Bobby! She put on her orange reflective vest and head lamp and set off into the middle of the night, in the middle of nowhere. She had a great run and we were all amped up at this point and ready to go. But...as soon as Bobby got to the exchange point, they stopped all the runners. About a mile ahead of us, an 18 year old boy was hit by a car and was critically injured. It was a 2 lane highway and there was nowhere for us to go but back to where we came from. We were instructed to drive to some high school. By the time we found the high school it was 4:30 a.m. By the time they figured out what they would do with us it was 5:30 a.m. We were told to skip our whole second leg, meaning the other van on our team would start their runs. So we went to get some sleep in fountain hills at one of my teammates family's home. We arrived there at about 6:30. There were twin beds to sleep in!!! I have never been more excited to see a bed in my life!! I slept for 2 straight hours!!! It was the best sleep I've ever had. I woke up and felt great. I had a run to get ready for. We all loaded up and headed to the exchange point where I would be taking off from. It was a beautiful day!! I began my run and immediately noticed the huge hills that were all around me. It really was hilly in Fountain Hills. I had 2 massive hills that reminded me more of going up the side of a mountain. I like to call them mini mountains. It sounds better ;) I made it though, and I did it fast! 4 minutes faster than my predicted time. I was done and I was happy. I bought a candy bar the day before to celebrate. It was heaven. My van did their runs and slowly but surely we made it to the finish line at Tempe Marketplace. We crossed the finish line at 2:26 p.m. We got some really cool medals. Then I went home. I fell asleep at 4:30 and didn't really wake up again until 7:30 the next morning. I was still tired but church meetings couldn't be missed, so I was back at it. I will never do Ragnar again. But, I'm glad I got a feel for what it was like. I just don't think not sleeping, driving really slow for 200 miles and running at 3 in the morning is a fun time. But...its over! YAY! Here's some pics.

Fountain HILLS

My first run

Tiffany. The one who talked me into this. Why are we smiling. She is the most in-human, fast runner of all time.

Sprinting to the finish on my last leg!

HILLS

Van #2

The whole team

~BAKING~

I'm not that great at baking. It takes a lot of time and a lot of mess and I can eat it all in one day. I try to avoid it at all costs. However, there is one type of baking I am good at! It takes a long time, makes an even bigger mess, and fortunately for everyone, I can't eat it.

That's right. There's a bun baking in my oven ;) And its baking until Sept. 6th. That makes me about 14 weeks.

venting

I'm not a sympathetic person. Just ask my husband. He has a cold right now. I can hardly stand it. All of the moaning, groaning, coughing, limping, complaining in a nasal-y voice. Are you serious!?! When I'm sick, he usually doesn't even know it. And when he does know it, he says that "being sick is a mental thing. If you just think that you're not sick then you won't be" blah blah blah. Basically, he's full of crap. Today I told him to think positive and he will feel better. Apparently it doesn't work for him. What is it with men and the dramatics? I wish I could just lie around the house when I'm sick. Nice wives will let their husbands sleep all day, make them food in bed, stand by as they lay on the couch and watch TV. But... if you are a frequent viewer of this blog, you'll know... I'm not nice. I don't get to do all that stuff when I'm sick and I get by just fine.
Its the same with Nolan. When he cries I just tell him to be quiet. He has this piercing scream. Like a pterodactyl getting shot out of the sky, only way louder. Try to imagine that. Then he dry heaves. Its horrible. No kid can ever beat it, promise. Every time he screams I make him do it outside. If someone else hears it they go running to him because they think he's probably broken his leg or had an arm chopped off. They are pretty concerned when I tell them to ignore him. Usually it because Madison teased him. Some people would call that tender hearted. I call him a wimp.
I'm mad at my kids today. I guess last night they snuck out of their beds, got into the pantry, stole 4 boxes of fruit snacks (each containing 10 packages) and ate them. All of them. They hid the wrappers in their pillowcases. I'm so glad that we have a dog though. Judd hasn't had the time to pick up the dog poo in quite a while, so guess what punishment for the kids was? Picking up poo, lots and lots of poo. The whole time they were saying things like "I don't like dogs" "I wish we didn't have a dog" "I wish Cooper only pees" Hilarious. Then they were washing windows, they still have toilet scrubbing to do and they paid me for the fruit snacks from their piggy banks. I swore to them that I will never buy fruit snacks again as long as I live and I made them eat carrot sticks for lunch. Seriously, after reading all of this...am I mean?

New Years Resolutions

Every New Year I join the masses and vow to not eat sugar and to exercise more. It usually fails within a few days. Sometimes a few hours ;). I have a confession to make. I love food. I love sugar. I will pretty much eat anything. I think life on a diet is pure torture. This is a realization that I came across last year during my resolution. I might as well have said "my New Years Resolution is to see how long I can torture myself by watching everyone around me eat awesome food while I have to eat carrot sticks." What kind of life is that?!?! Not one I want to try to have. What is life without cookies and milk? Or lemon bars? or cheesecake? or a huge bowl of peanut butter crunch cereal? Or breadsticks with alfredo sauce at Olive Garden? You get the point. So... needless to say, that is not what I'm doing this year. Statistics show that most resolutions are lost by Feb. 14th. I've witnessed this at the gym. The first few weeks of the year the gym is packed. It always makes me laugh.
I do enjoy resolutions. I think they a are wonderful way to try new things and make yourself better. So for this year I've got a couple of things in mind.
1. Kiss my husband at least 10 times a day. (he will like this one ;)
2. Only spend $40 a week on groceries
3. snuggle with my kids every day
4. laugh at my kids mistakes instead of getting angry
5. Drink more water

These things are totally doable and I won't get depressed if I can't do them 24/7. Oh... and of course.... UPDATE MY BLOG more. I've been so bad. It seems everyone has kind of fallen off of the blog band wagon. I miss you guys!

Good times...

Ah, life at the Rich home just continues to get more entertaining as time goes on. Madison gets sassier, Nolan gets goofier, Coulson gets crazier. Apparently I'm still the meenest mom on the planit. Madison and I got into it pretty good the other day before school. It all started over Jamba Juice. I guess every so often Jamba does a fundraiser at her school. She wanted me to give her $3.50 so she could buy one. Well, I'm a big advocate on working hard and earning money for things you want even if its as simple as a smoothie. What can I say...I'm kind of a Hitler parent. So making a long story short... she was having this huge fit. Throwing things, making messes, crying, yelling, the whole fit shebang. Me being a stubborn mom and always creating an antagonizing situation for my own entertainment, made her sit on the couch until she calmed down. Well, the school bell had rung (we can hear it from our house) and she was so upset... but still, I was steadfast and immovable :) and I drove her to school late. Here is my note to the office...

Dear Office Staff,

Madison is tardy because she decided to throw a huge fit before school. Please let her go to class so I can enjoy the rest of my morning.

Thanks,

Kristina :)

I will now turn my focus to Nolan. He is a funny kid. I mean really goofy. He makes these weird faces. His new name for me is Cartoon because he looks like some kind of animated character when he makes these faces. He gets in these phases. Lately its been soccer cleats. He thinks they are the coolest things ever. He wears them to school, to the store, to play in the back yard. He thinks they make him look cool and that they make him run really fast. This is very important to him now that he's trying to impress the ladies. He has become a little Casanova. Every time a girl of any age comes over he tells them how beautiful they are. I was doing a lady's hair the other day and this was the conversation...

Nolan "you look very beautiful"

Lady "thanks! your mom did a good job on my hair"
Nolan "I mean you look pretty with your boots and skirt and black shirt and your hair too"

So anyway.... wearing these soccer cleats have become somewhat of an image booster. He decided to wear them to Madison's fun run at her school. He gets out there, flirtin' with the ladies and as he rounds the first corner...BAM... he face plants because his cleat got caught in the dirt. This is a perfect example of a male. They think they are so cool and have something to prove. They all face plant eventually....

I had Madison's 7th birthday party at my house a couple of weeks ago. That's right, she's 7 now! She wanted to have a pajama party and her only request for an activity was to play freeze dance. So I gathered together all the Miley Cirus music I could find and we had a blast. I also found an idea to make hair clips out of felt. I used a dye cut and punched out a bunch of flowers. They mixed and matched their own flowers and sewed little buttons in the middle of the flower. Teaching 6 and 7 year olds to sew is kind of scary but we made it through without any injuries. It was a pretty fun night.

Another cool thing happened. We all know how Madi loves to draw. Well, she ended up winning a drawing contest for her school! She won a breakfast with Santa and her drawing was on display at a Christmas party for the town of Gilbert! I'm a proud mama!

So much to do in so little time...

I confess, I've been a lazy blogger! I'm going to try and jump more on the band wagon!

For a long time I would think "oh, nothing's been going on to blog about, but i looked through my camera and I realized that I was wrong. So much has been going on. I will try to go in order.

First... Madison had 80's day at school. I was born in the 80's, so I missed all of the big hair and hair spray. But needless to say, I can do some pretty "rad" 80's hair. Here she is, ticked off. She hates her hair. She thinks everyone will laugh at her. "Well of course they will laugh at you. Everyone laughs at people who look like they are stuck in the 80's." Come on people. Mullets... you can't honestly tell me that you've never laughed at someone with a mullet before. Funny story really fast... I saw this guy one time with a mullet, back in my younger, braver years. I say "nice mullet" and he says....... "what's a mullet?" If you don't know you have a mullet then you might be a red neck. That's all I have to say about that. Anyway. pictures of her on 80's day!

Well Halloween came and went this year just like everything else. Weeks of preparation for 3 hours of candy hoarding fun. Woo hoo. I love having a baby that I can make dress up as anything I want.... A Garden Gnome. Best costume of all time.

Judd and I were Popeye and olive oil. He actually won best costume, thanks to his lovely wife who spent the days leading up to Halloween stressed beyond belief and slaving over a sewing machine. We won 2 harkins tickets. I am pretty awesome...

The kids were little red riding hood, decided upon super last second, but pulled off none the less. and a knight. I am the meanest mom because I won't let my kids dress up in what ever they want. Every little boy is spider man and batman and every little girl is a princess or Hannah Montana (dry heave) Funny story really fast about Hannah. I heard this song on the radio the other day and I was like "who the heck sings this song? I swore it was Alvin and the chipmunks talking about moving to the USA or something. Come to find out it was Miley Cirus. How the heck can people like her music! she sounds like she's singing on helium. Anyway, long story short, My kids have to look unique. Here they are...

After Trick or treating is always my favorite part. I turn right around and hand all of that hard earned candy away. Except this time we stayed out too long. Madison was hanging from the door way yelling "get your candy!" No one came. Madison and Nolan then started fighting, Madison fell over the gate and out onto the porch. We decided that we'd had enough of Halloween and put the kids to bed at 7:30. I love early bed time!

My birthday came and went! It was one of the best birthday's ever. I at out every lunch and dinner for 3 straight days. I was spoiled! I had girls night out on Wednesday, Phantom of the Opera on Thursday, a RS party on Friday and dinner with my parents on Saturday. Phantom of the Opera was great! The scene changes and music are AMAZING! Oh, and did I mention that I got a 90 minute massage?!?! Hot stones and everything. Steph, you're the best!!!

Oh and my most best girl's night out ever to see New Moon. It was awesome. I'm going to see it again on Tuesday. Be jealous. Its okay.

Quote of the day

Tonight over dinner.....

Madison: "mom, please tell us"

Me: "tell you what?"

Madison "tell us how you got Coulson out of your belly. I promise I won't tell anyone"

Me: "uhhhh. I don't think your old enough yet."

Madison"yes I am, I'm almost 7 years old. Please mom"

Me: "Well, babies come out of your belly button"

Madison "how?"

Nolan "they cut you open with a knife when you go to the Doctor"

Madison "do they mom?"

Me "no, not always. Your belly button just stretches bigger and bigger until the baby comes out. "

Nolan "is that why your belly button looks so weird?"

Me: "um, yes, It used to be normal, but 3 kids have come out of it and now its weird looking"

Madison "why do babies have blood on them when they come out?"

Me "well, that's because there is blood inside of mommy's bellies"

Nolan "why doesn't Coulson still have blood on him"

Me "because he took a bath! stop asking so many questions and eat your dinner!"

Madison"mom, can you feed me cauliflower for breakfast tomorrow?"

Me "why?"

Madison "because I want to win the fun run and you always tell me that vegetables will make me fast."

Me "this is true"

This seriously was our conversation. I'm exhausted!

this one will be the end of me

So, Coulson finally started walking a few days ago. Thank goodness! He's going to be 18 months old in a few weeks. I thought I should jot down a few things about him so I can always remember his early years....

1. He loves to hit people. Especially Nolan. I have them take baths together still and the whole time Coulson just beats on him. He thinks its really funny, and I have to admit, I do too.

2. If he doesn't get what he wants, he throws a fit. Already. Doesn't that start happening in the 2's? He lays face flat on the floor and cries or I've even seen him hit his head on the floor. hmmm

3. If I take something away from him, he head butts me. Its awesome, I've had 2 bloody lips from this kid.

4. When ever he needs a diaper change he screams and rolls all over the place. By the time I'm done I'm breaking out in a sweat.

5. He throws all of his food and his plate on the floor at every meal and laughs at me when I have to clean it up.

Do you remember him as a tiny baby? He was the sweetest, easiest, mellowest baby of all time! This kid has gone insane. I'm really worried for my future. Will he still be head butting me as a teenager?? ;)

But somehow, I still love him. I don't know how mom's can do it, but they really can. They love all of their kids no matter how awful they can be.

He's a spoiled little stinker because he can be so cute. He does love me. I can actually tell sometimes. He'll snuggle for about 30 seconds, and cry at my leg while I'm making dinner. Somehow, I find it in me to be patient with him. I can't really do it as well with my other 2, but with him I have all the patience in the world. But I'm being taught some kind of lesson here. Heavenly Father must have some great sense of humor by sending this child to ME of all people. He sure is teaching me a lesson!

ode to my bedroom, hair and field trips

The long lazy days of my past are long gone. Now I can't even remember what day it is, or when I last took a shower. Life seems to be in super time warp mode. There are days when I don't even get to walk through my bedroom until 10:30 at night. In fact, I think I avoid it. There is something about my bedroom. The smokey blue walls, the huge puffy bed with brand new 600 thread count Egyptian cotton sheets, the darkness from the heavy drapes. It has a sort of air about it, a scent, if you will. A scent that instantly makes my eyes droopy. It calls to me all day.

"come in here, look and this soft bed, just lay down. It doesn't matter if kids are screaming or you have to cook dinner. Just lay down and have a nap."

Oh bedroom, how can you tease me so? But I must press forward and avoid you at all costs. We can share the whole night together, don't you worry.

Anyway, enough of me talking to my bedroom.

So, last week Madison had crazy hair day at school. Madison is a child that never lets me touch her hair. In fact, most of the time it looks like this:

somehow I talked her into letting me do her hair for crazy hair day. I had this crazy idea that I wanted to make a flower pot on top of her head. Here's how it turned out.

Later that day, I went on a field trip with Nolan to Schnepf Farms. It was awesome getting to spend the whole day alone with him. It can be so hard to fit personal time in with everyone so we enjoyed ourselves and even split a cookie the size of his head.

The meenest mom on the planit

Here are some random pages from Madison's journal. Hopefully you can see them. I couldn't figure out how to work my scanner.


"Mom is so mean, the meanest in the whole planet."


This one is my favorite. "I have the meanest mom in the entire world" then you see me in my hat and I'm laughing "ha ha ha" while the kids are crying on the floor. I probably told her she couldn't play on the computer or something silly. As soon as I make her mad I can see her going for a piece of paper so she can draw about me. What a stinker.



Wow, i'm actually being nice for once. Smiles and everything


"I like dad because he is strong and the cutest of all." Apparently I'm the meanest mom in the world and Judd is the strongest man in the universe and the cutest...hmmmm. Sounds to me like someone was paid off.

Here is another problem I've been having. I have this child that refuses to walk, and finds the most inconvenient places to make messes. Every time I turn around he's pulled everything off of a shelf or out of a drawer. The messiest child in the world.

Nolan still hangs around this cave somewhere. He's doing really well in school. He's learning how to spell. Today he asked me if I could tell him how to spell "ass". This is my life people.

Dear Diary

This is Madison's new diarrhea, or diary if you prefer to call it that. All day long she has been talking about it. "I'm going to write about Coulson in my diarrhea. " or "Look how pretty my new diarrhea is. I got it at school." What's funny about this "diary" is that Madison has had a problem coming home with things that she supposedly "borrows". A small toy, a braclet, a hair bow. I know that she is not borrowing these things. She thinks I was born yesterday or something. So, I've tried many tactics to deal with this situation. Finally it came down to "Never, ever bring home toys, I don't care if someone gives them to you, just say no thanks!" So.... a couple of weeks ago she comes home with this little toy cat. She's trying to tell me that she won it at school, but it looked worn and played with so I took it away and told her that I was going to ask her teacher if she really won it. Making a long story short, I forgot to call the teacher, but Madison never forgets anything!! That child will be the end of me if Coulson doesn't do it first. So... she comes home with this "diarreah" yesterday and it has a note on it from her teacher "Madison won this at school today"

Well then.

I guess I was wrong and now I feel all terrible mother-ish. I should have trusted her. How was I supposed to know she was really winning those things. Just a word from someone who is learning the hard way. Everything you say to your child, or your spouse, or yourself for that matter, your child will repeat at the most imbarrasing time imaginable. I think school teachers must laugh all day long.

little voices

As I am sitting here right now I just have to write this so I don't ever forget. Every morning my kids play together. They sit at the kitchen table and bring out their toys. They don't bother me for about an hour and a half. they don' t fight. They just sit there and sweetly play. Of course Madison is "in charge" of what the playing consists of. This morning Nolan is playing with a toy puppy and Madison is doing her typical narrating. She is trying to teach the puppy some manners. Just sitting here hearing their voices makes me so happy. It also makes me wonder how much longer I am going to hear these creative imaginations. I've tried to sit and play with them when they are doing this but I just can't seem to imagine the types of things they can. I remember I used to be able to do that. I remember certain toys and shows and how I used to be able to play for hours building things. What happens that makes us forget? I feel like Robin Williams when he was Peter Pan. I don't want to take stuff so seriously all the time. They are getting older so fast but yet they are so small. They are still shielded from the world. They have an innocence that makes me almost scared for them. I am scared to send them out into the world. This world that makes you lose sight of how great life is. This world that takes away your imagination and replaces it with greediness. I know one day instead of this sweet playing, there will be silence. They will grow up. They will face challenges that I've never even dreamed of facing. These sweet children that want nothing more than to laugh will have so many trials and hardships in their lives. I'm scared for my babies. This is why I need to be strong right now. I need to be my best so they can learn before its too late. This is why all the "basics" are most important. Family prayer, family scripture study, family home evening every week. This is what will prepare my sweet kids to go into this world. I am doing what I need to for them. That gives me comfort, so for now, I'm just going to sit back and listen to these little voices before they start fighting.

Things of late....

Days are just flying by. Every morning I wake up and I think, "holy cow, another day already!" Does anyone else do this?? Well, I wish my mind was in a creative place right now so that way I could have something interesting to blog about. I have come to find out that I hate Facebook. It is the stupidest most addictive thing ever! It has caused everyone to not keep up on their blogs, myself included. Or, as Judd puts it..."a complete waste of time, why would you want to keep in touch with everyone you've ever known anyway?" Judd's just kind of anti-social. What is it with men not having friends? Why do I have to plant the seed of idea that maybe he should go and hang with the guys once in a while? Women just automatically do it. I make it a goal to get out and away from the house once in a while for some girl time. It keeps me sane. While I'm on the subject.... anyone want to go hang out this weekend? ;)

Well, I had my first Sharing time experience in primary this past weekend. I hand made some puppets and had a puppet show. I was pretty nervous. I still don't know how to deal with this whole "keep 80 kids in order" business. Well, it got mixed reviews. Some of the kids said they wanted to do it every week and some of the kids booed at me. I will get the hang of this soon. At the least I have learned that I have no shame... or pride.

Have I mentioned that I have a baby who is almost 16 months old? Have I mentioned that this baby does not ever intend to walk?

He is however, very fascinated by Madison's boom box

And he loves to climb up and sit on everything. I caught him sitting on top of my keyboard the other day. Wish I would have had a camera for that one but I was too busy freaking out that he was going to crack his head open.



Madison has continued her tradition of wearing the strangest outfits to school. She has, however, been brushing her hair. A sign of her growing up, I'm sure. This morning she said to me "a girl in my class always wears fancy clothes and always looks pretty." This was a teaching opportunity in the making.... my response was "well, you are so pretty that you don't have to wear pretty clothes. Sometimes people feel like they always have to wear pretty clothes because they don't believe they are pretty and it makes them feel better. Be very thankful that you know how beautiful you are, and your friends will like you for who you are and not your clothes."

See, I just might survive the teenage years.

Nolan is a pretty sweet kid. I know that I've said many things on this blog that may contradict that statement. He's always so good and quiet for his teachers, he helps me unload the dishwasher every day. Lately he's been saying sweet things like "i will eat what ever you make for me" or "you are so pretty". I went in to check on him while he was sleeping the other night to find him missing from his bed. I looked around the room and noticed that he had climbed up on the top bunk with Madi and was sleeping with her. I guess this has been going on for a while and I never knew it. He says he gets scared and he sleeps better up there. Poor Madi. That kid is a wild sleeper. He's always taking up the whole bed, kicking her off of her pillow and she just sleeps through it. What a good big sister. I had to get a picture, so I would never forget....

Break Time

I know its been forever since I've posted. I haven't really had much to post about I guess. Days in the summer seem to run together and I was way to busy! Well, summer is over!!!! Hallelujah!! I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. Actually, that's not true. I'm still going to be super busy! I've been doing so good though. I posted a while back how I was narrowing down my wasted time (thanks to some wonderful Ensign articles) by not being on the computer as often. The past few weeks have AMAZED me! I didn't realize that I was on the computer that much... really it was only like an hour a day, but it was taking away from so much other stuff. So, that being said, I'm probably going to be posting on here every other week for a while until I get this new calling in order. I feel a bit overwhelmed right now, (for those not in my ward, I'm the new primary pres.) a little freaked out, but I've had some good prayer sessions that have given me some peace.
Oh, don't worry, funny stuff is still going on around here. I plan on laying down the scoop. For instance....

If you get grossed out easily, PLEASE don't read this...

You all know that I have a lot of ladies in and out of my home for hair purposes. All of those who come over have to use the same bathroom that the kids use. So the other day I was swamped. People in and out all day. After a long day of hard work I stumble around the house to get dinner ready and the table cleaned off. for some reason my kids insist on bringing all of their toys out every day and playing with them on the counter or the kitchen table, just to give me something more to complain about I'm sure. Anyway, I go to where Nolan has his whole lot of army men and notice that there is something startling on the table. A tampon applicator. He is using it as a gun for his army man. I freeze and stare for a while, hoping that maybe I'd seen wrong, but no. It was in fact an applicator that he had admitted to finding in the trash can in his bathroom. He proceeds to tell me that it is a trumpet and I pray to high heavens that he didn't put it in his mouth. Thank goodness he hadn't. I then sanitized just about every surface and child in my home. no longer having an appetite for dinner, I think I served the kids apple jacks and told Judd to fend for himself. don't get me wrong. I was laughing my tail off, but I'm not sure if it was because it was funny or i was in shock. There you have it. Adventures in the Rich Household. Come over anytime and you are guaranteed to be entertained.