Year in review…

It’s time for my yearly wrap up – my ‘Best of 2007’ as it were.

We spent the first 5 months of 2007 looking for a house. Yup. 5 months. Some people like to say I’m indecisive. I’m still on the fence about that.

In May, we finally met little miss Keira and closed on our house the same day. Thank you Keira for making that day beyond memorable. Despite what your daddy says, you were a really cute baby… your crooked nose simply added ‘character’ to your face.

In June we took a ‘if I have to sign ONE more mortgage paper I’ll kill you’ break and went to Palm Springs with our church. It was a great time to strengthen our marriage while getting a tan at the same time. Oh. Wait. I don’t tan.

In July, John-E graduated paramedic school. Paramedic school and a new baby in the same semester. Dude, you amaze me.

October was a crazy month! I went to Mexico (wow. Me. Mexico. Who’d a thought?!?) AND, stood by John-E and Lindsey’s side as they got married. I looked hot in my bridesmaids dress. Lindsey looked alright I guess. ; ) OK fine. She looked absolutely gorgeous!

Then, to top things off, Lizard shared the news that baby 4 was on the way! Come on fatty 122. Put on some weight please! You, Colegate, Stef, and Lindsey are all good moms have fantastic kids. You’re making the world a better place.

In November, Chris and I went to Napa, San Fran, and the Coast. I absolutely love spending time with him – even though I have to occasionally close my eyes when he parks the car.

In December, as always, I ran around like crazy searching for the ‘perfect gifts’, often misfiring and getting something totally ridiculous. Unfortunately, the best day of the year, December 24th, passed all too quickly.


I’ve learned a few things this year:

1. Buying a house will ensure at least 5 more years of marriage. Divorce would equal buying or selling a house and the experience is so awful, no new homeowner would want to go through it again.

2. There’s a saying, ‘Things you buy yourself, you take better care of.’ Those people have obviously never seen our yard.

3. If John can have kids and survive, maybe I can too.

4. Never book a hotel online.
… wait. I take that back. That was kinda fun.

5. I won't buy candy directly related to holidays. In October, it's embarassing to give your nephews green St. Patty's day candy. I'd rather they NOT know how old it is.

6. I’ve had more than my fair share of laughter and joy – most from my family who loves me. Regardless of the numbers on my bank statement or drama of life, my family stays the same and that is worth smiling about.

Another wonderful Christmas moves swiftly behind us…

First, for all those family members who could not make it to our yearly celebration of Christmas, you were sorely missed. Lizard, Paul-The, Rand Man, Bames, Stef, Kidlets, Grams, Gramps, you know who you are.

We started off our day in Julian where we ate a fantastic breakfast. The restaurant owner sat quietly at another table while we chatted and laughed. As soon as our meal was finished, she thanked us for being ‘angels’ and a great ‘big group’ of people.

I didn’t see any alcohol around her but if she called us ‘angels’… I was wondering…

Mom was beaming... of course.

Here’s some photos of us wandering Julian…

Guns? Of course we bought the boys dart guns.

We made our way to the bowling alley where, even after my two semesters of college bowling, I still managed to get the second lowest score. Good to know I learned something in college – or not.

Mom and pops bought some very expensive prizes (at the 99 cent store) and awarded stand-out teams and stand-out players. I won something… but that’s only because mom felt bad and thought it was only fair if everyone won a prize.

Aaron was running late so we made him play the whole game as Lilian. He didn't think it was funny but we did.

Even Keira got into it.

Mom's 'victory dance' after she picked up a spare.

John won a high score prize... a Superman chest plate built for a 6 year old.

But that didn't stop him from wearing the cape too.

We headed over to Horton Plaza for some last minute shopping then to dinner at the Panda Inn where we ate in our super cool 'don't you wish you were us' private room – a yearly tradition for over 10 years now.

John-E was tired and didn't feel like putting the onesy UNDER the pants.

He didn't feel like finding a trash can for the diaper either. Pop's door handle worked just fine.

We watched National Treasure 2 then headed home for some much needed rest.

Sorry, I'm not feeling very creative in my event telling, I haven't been eating all that much and I think I'm lacking some serious protien in my brain. On the good side, I'm under 120 pounds which is never a bad thing. ; )

Um. But it’s so not my fault…

Sorry for the recent disappearance but I have a song for you:

On the first day of Christmas my nephews gave to me,
A fever over one hundred and threeeeee.

On the second day of Christmas my nephews gave to me,
A food eating inabilityyyyyyyy.



Yeah. That’s the end of the song. I ran out of energy… and the ability to rhyme or whatever.

But maybe the whole, ‘no food’ thing isn’t so bad. It’s a great excuse to eat like a cow on Christmas – if I can eat by Christmas.

Whelp. I’m going back to bed. Have a lovely holiday!

AND... Happy belated birthday to Lizard. Once again, I didn't forget what day your birthday was, I forgot what day of the week it was! I swear!!

And do us all a favor on this pregnancy... pig out a little.

San Diego SUPER Chargers!!

San Diego Super Chargers... San Diego Super Chaaaaaargers... CHARGE!


In celebration of finishing school (whew!), Chris and I went to see the San Diego Super Chargers play the Detroit Kitty Cats, I mean, the Detroit Lions. We were a mere 12 rows or so from the field... sweet!

Um. Unfortunately, the game got a little boring toward the end. The score should never go over 50!

Oh, the grades came back and I aced both classes. Maybe this whole 'cooking' thing isn't so bad.

ANNNNND...

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JOHN-E AND MIKE!!

Congrats Bro...

A Fireman's Prayer
When I am called to duty, God,
Whenever flames may rage;
Give me strength to save a life,
Whatever be its age.
Help me embrace a little child
Before it is too late
Or save an older person
From the horror of that fate.
Enable me to be alert
And hear the weakest shout,
And quickly and efficiently
To put the fire out.
I want to fill my calling
And to give the best in me
To guard my every neighbor
And protect his property.
And if according to Your will,
I have to lose my life,
Please bless with Your protecting hand,
My children and my wife.
- Author Unknown

Congrats to Johnny Boy for passing academy. How awesome is that?!?! Here are some photo's from a super proud sis. And yeah, I photoshopped out the department written on the rig. If you know Johnny, you know where he works. If you don't know him... well, you don't need to know that info.

Getting sworn in

Receiving his badge

Pinning the badge

Family photo ops

My two firefighting bros

John and Lindsey!

Happy birthday dude!! Nice cake Lindsey... ; )

Just a little to the left, no wait, a little to the right…

Grinch. It’s our theme this year.

Nope. We’re not putting a giant grinch on our front ‘lawn’ – and by ‘lawn’ I mean dirt with dead leaves – and the who’s of who-ville won’t be scattered around.

When I say grinch, I mean no decorations at all.

And trust me, we stick out like a sore thumb. Our neighborhood is like Candy Cane Lane on crack. One of our neighbors decorated their green house in all green lights. It looks like the Jolly Green Giant puked after a Saint Patty’s Day Party.

It’s not that we don’t like decorations, and it’s not that we don’t have them (I bought a TON in an after Christmas sale early this year in anticipation of having a house at Christmas). We simply have not had the time.

We finally caved to peer pressure and decided to hang a string of lights this weekend. Unfortunately we only have a 4 foot ladder… which is fine… if your roof isn’t taller than 8 feet and you don’t have a peaked garage… which we have.

So Chris put up lights where he could then stood outside with his hands on his hips staring at the house.


‘Hey Hon, I think I can reach the top portion if I pull my truck parallel across the driveway and put the ladder in the back. THEN, I could stand on the top of the truck and toss the lights onto the roof. Oh and I have a great idea for our pre-lit Reindeer. I’d like to hang him upside-down from the front tree. You know, like he fell off Santa’s sleigh and died in our tree’


Put a Budweiser in his hand and I’m pretty sure you’d have the beginnings of a redneck joke.


Ever working on being a good wife, I smiled and said, ‘Sure Hon.’

My teeth may have been clinched but I said yes so that counts!


I’m going to have to apologize to a lot of little kids this year.

So it’s a little cold. Get over it…

It’s really beginning to feel a lot like Christmas. I woke up yesterday morning to a ‘balmy’ 56 degrees. Can you get frostbite at 56 degrees? It sure feels like it.

Now before my lovely family in the Mid-West and North-East chew me out and start insulting Californians, let me clarify.

It was 56 degrees INSIDE MY HOUSE.

It would seem that during the ‘Great Wars’ - which occurred shortly before our house was built - they rationed food, rubber, metal, fabric, … and insulation for houses.

We have a brand new furnace but my husband married a miser so…

He freezes.

I just don’t see the point of paying to heat a house when we have free blankets.



But there are some good things…

I can guiltlessly skip going to the gym because I burn more calories at home… shivering.

If I take food out of the fridge and set it on the counter… it gets colder.

and

I scribbled the wine refrigerator off my Christmas list… and replaced it with a wine defroster.