Pregnant?

Sorry everyone! I realize now that my baby room may be misleading.
I am sadly not preggo! But we are just clearing space for our eventual
baby. I hope mine has as much hair as this little cutie.

Deck the Halls!

This is a little preview of our holiday decor for the year.

The Good. The Bad. And the Ugly.

The GOOD!

The BAD.

The UGLY.

It is a Christmas Miracle!!

Ladies and gentlemen, we now have internet! Whoa. 7 months of dry, desolate tech-less lives. Living frugally has starved us of the shiny, glossy, tickle of the World Wide Web. We be back in BIZ-NAZ now! I know about 3 peeps read this, all of which have already seen my house, but here are some pics if you forgot what it looked like.

Our tiny bed. But in 1-2 weeks we will have a QUEEN size bed. We are just growing up.

This is our deck-but I am sure you figured that one out by yourself.

This is the hallway downstairs that leads to the office/laundry room and third bedroom. The office is way too messy for pictures.

Third bedroom

Here is our plain basement/tv/dart board/ and home of future hockey table top game

Basement Bathroom

Baby room complete with panda footie pj's for our future Canasian babies [Canadian/Asian]

Upstairs hallway complete with regal dog

Upstairs bathroom

Upstairs bathroom again

My beautiful kitchen, granite countertops, stainless steel appliances, new cupboards...ahhh.

Living room. I love our great aluminum art and striped wall.

Entry way, complete with new door!

Living room again. Now the dog has her Santa costume on.

The F word.

The infamous "F" word is for morons. Big dumb morons. I have been subjected to some of the world's dimmest men for over an hour.

Actual quote: "But I was like, those "effin" cupcakes looked amazing."

Yikes. I pray for better parenting around the world. If I was running for Miss America, I would wish that all children had nurturing parents...and a Thesaurus. Broaden those horizons boys. I silently pray you are all sterile after years of drunken mishaps during 4-wheelin'

Fancy Pants

I must admit something. I am not the most graceful, most coordinated, most elegant or articulate little lady. I'm "quirky" as my loving mother and mother-in-law say. All this was brought to the attention of the world one Tuesday morning at good 'ol Monte Vista Elementary.

As a married, LDS woman, I wear something I like to call fancy pants. If you do not know what I am referring to, ask your closest Mormon friend. If that friend is me, call me and I'll expound. One morning I was running a few minutes behind so I quickly rushed out the door, smoothed my billowy granola/teacher skirt, and bolted for the car. As I pulled up to the school I saw Mr. Olsen. He is a young, single sixth grade teacher who is very nice. I say hi and wave and waltz into the school like I'm goin' places. I should also preface that I am one of maybe 8 teachers that are LDS at my school. My sweet and bubbly friend Lacy then meets me at the door where we greet and giggle and chat about life when all of a sudden Lacy says, "Oh! Um....Oh...Janelle, your skirt is tucked into your um....your um....pants?" [please take the necessary pauses and voice inflections implied by the punctuation to get the real idea of this humilitating moment] "Ah! Oh Lacy, thank you! I'm so embarrassed..." "Oh Janelle, don't be embarrassed, it's just me." Well needless to say, I'm sure Lacy is out there shopping right now trying to find some fancy pants of her own just incase of a mis-tucking mishap, a strong breeze, or perhaps just some breezy summer skivies.

Back in the swing of things!

Well another year has come again and I am now three weeks into my second year of teaching. It has been wonderful doing this a SECOND time. The first year was so scary. But this year I am much more at ease starting school. I'm still no expert and I have already had a heart-to-heart with my class about their behavior, but I feel much more comfortable this time.

Danno and I were also able to celebrate our second year as married peeps. I am such an advocate of marriage. Who else would tell me when I have stuff in my teeth, listen to me cry about naughty children and dog poop, correct papers, buy a puppy and home with me, tell me my outfit is cute even when it's less than fab, and take care of me when I am all yucky and sicky? The answer is Danno. He is my best friend and I like him a lot. We went down to St. George and had a wonderful time! We saw Tarzan at the Tuachan, ate steak, went shopping and swimming, and lounged by the pool. I love Danno.

Yuki is still a baby to us. We love her most of the time. She is getting her sad surgury on Tuesday and will be sporting the cone of shame. Good luck Yuki!