Peter + Darise

Um, There's Something On Your Car

2010-07-05T06:00:00.000-07:00

The other day Peter and I needed to run to the grocery store to pick up a few things. Before we we started to pull out of the garage Peter asked me to run inside and grab a couple of green bags. As I came around the front of the car Peter honked the horn to scare me which is exactly what occurred. I jumped in the air and felt my heart trying to rip out of my chest. Annoyed I ran inside to get the bags and said if he did it again I'd throw the bags on the hood of the car. As you can see from the picture below Peter honked and startled me again on the way back so I tossed the bags on the hood of the car and told him to get them (yes, I know, I'm terribly mature). Refusing to get them I dared Peter to drive to the store with them on the hood. Well, that's just what he did. Luckily they stayed on the hood, but we did get a few stares on the way there. Folks, this is what happens when a stubborn person marries an even more stubborn person.

Time Sure Flies

2010-07-04T20:58:00.000-07:00

June 4th marked mine and Peter's 7 year anniversary. To celebrate the occasion Peter surprised me and took me to St. George. We played some golf, played some tennis, did a little shopping, ate a little food, and drove around town looking at all the hangout spots Peter used to spend with his friends. It was the perfect get away with the perfect companion.

Here's a fun little factoid: When we arrived at our hotel I asked Peter to make sure they gave us a king size bed. Peter forgot to ask and we ended up with two queen size beds. For most couples this wouldn't be an issue, but with Peter being the 6'5" giant he is and the fact he sleeps diagonally a queen is just too small for us to share. Rather than going downstairs to remedy this problem we decided to let it go and just sleep in separate beds. So to celebrate 7 years with each other and to celebrate our eternal love for each other we slept in separate beds. Isn't that what every couple does? He he.

Sentimental Thoughts: Even with the separate bed thing, this was one of the best vacations I've had with Peter. We talked the entire 3 1/2 drive down and 3 1/2 drive back and in between. It's the best feeling knowing it's just been Peter and I for 7 years and we still have so much to say to each other. I'm an extremely lucky gal to have him for a husband. I couldn't have asked for someone more caring, funny, hot, and loving than Peter J. Haws.

Airheads

2010-05-26T20:33:00.003-07:00

Oh, the fun things you can do with an air blower.

I'm Lovin' It

2010-04-30T20:18:00.000-07:00

Ever wonder what $60 worth of food from McDonalds looks like? Well wonder no more my friends.

While this may not look like a whole lot of food, here's what Peter ate...by himself.

Now you have an insight as to why I fear I'll be a young widow.

Shaving

2010-04-14T09:31:00.000-07:00

Over the last several days I've been pondering about shaving. Random I know, but I'm assuming it's been on my mind since I can feel my leg hairs poking through my jeans. Yikes! I love the feeling of my freshly shaved legs and I know Peter definitely appreciates it. While he's never come out and said it, I know he grows tired of wondering if he'll be sleeping next to a woolly mammoth or hairless feline every night. Did you know the average American spends approximately 3500 hours of their life shaving? That equals to about 145 days of your entire life which isn't much, so why do I, along with several other women in this world, put up such a fuss about shaving? Now I know there's more to groom than just the stems we walk around on, but even still, why does it feel like such a task? I don't complain about washing my hair everyday or applying my make-up each morning. I remember begging and pleading with my mom to let me shave when I was little, now I complain when I have to. It maybe takes, what, 4-7 minutes depending on what you're shaving? And while I'm aware of all the laser hair removal machines so women like myself have no excuses to be packed full of fur, they take money and for all the things I'd like to laser it takes a lot of money which I do have, but Peter keeps telling me I don't. So for now I should stop complaining and continue to fight the shave until skirt day comes up or I wear shorts to the gym, or when business time rolls around(wink, wink, nudge, nudge).

Yes ZZ Top, I do have legs and I know how to use them, I just get sick of grooming them.

How Long Has It Been?

2010-03-31T19:33:00.000-07:00

Okay, okay, I know what you're thinking. "It's been nearly 2 full months and no posts from Darise. What have her and Peter been up to? Did they move? Has Darise quit blogger forever?" Of course you've probably been asking yourself the more obvious questions like, "What'd Darise eat for breakfast on the 3rd of March?" Is Peter still shaving his head every 3-4 days? Do their dogs still bark when the doorbell rings? Does Darise still frustrate Peter by eating food on his side of the bed?" I myself have wondered how you've survived this trying time, especially when you're searching for answers from our clearly overly exciting lives. Well rest assured my dear, sweet, blogging friends, I'm back...I'm here.

Now that I've put you all at ease let's get to updating!

Peter & I went to Vegas so he could go to the Mountain West Basketball Tournament with my dad while my mom and I shopped. It was the ideal vacation.

This was a guy sitting behind us at the games and one night he took my camera and turned around and started taking a bunch of pictures of himself. It sounds kind of creepy, but this guy was hilarious. This pic was my favorite.

I still suck at painting my own nails.

My grandpa celebrated his 90th birthday. My aunts threw him a huge party with lots of friends, family, and food.

We threw my sister in law, Kim a baby shower. The desserts were so delectable.

A week after the shower (today in fact) my brother and sister in law welcomed their baby boy Dexter Joshua into the world. He's so cute!!!

Oh yes, and to answer the pressing questions you've undoubtedly had that I mentioned above: I ate egg whites and a piece of toast on the 3rd of March, Yes Peter still shaves his head every 3-4 days, Yes our dogs still bark when the doorbell rings (come over and you'll see), and Yes, I still frustrate Peter to no end because I eat in our bed but only on his side, but can you blame me? Why would I want crumbs on my side? Sheesh.

Okay, you're now up to date on the Haws clan. I'm back and I'm here to stay. More posts to come! XOXO

Peter's Injury

2010-02-14T18:46:00.000-08:00

2 1/2 months ago Peter stepped on a shard of glass and it went pretty deep into his heel. He thought he got all the pieces out, but his foot wouldn't heel. He kept saying it was no big deal, but once the wound turned black I made him head to the Insta-care. Sure enough there were still 3 small pieces in his foot but luckily there was no infection so I'm not sure why his wound turned black. Anyway, the doctor was only able to get one of the pieces out and said the other two were too far in that he couldn't get to. He said if they stayed in his foot the chances of it giving him problems down the road were extremely slim. He said if Peter wanted them out he'd have to go in for surgery. Peter decided to leave them in. Here's a few pics from the doctor getting the one piece out that was giving him all the problems.

Haws vs Hutchings

2010-02-14T18:34:00.000-08:00

A few weeks ago Peter and I had his family and my family over for dinner and game night. Instead of playing the girls against the boys we decided it'd be the Haws Family against the Hutchings family. To throw an additional loop into the equation Peter played with the Haws clan and I played with the Hutchings. Even though the smack talk was flying it didn't help the Haws'. Maybe next year.

Catch Phrase

Guestures

The non winners, (minus Peter's sister and brother in law who couldn't make it)The winners

Busy Day

2010-01-17T21:29:00.000-08:00

I had a pretty big list of things I wanted to accomplish today, however I got caught up with something else. "Fortunately for me (I'm air quoting here) my awesome, "always in the right place at the right time" husband was around to document my progress from the day.

I'm shooting to get my list done next weekend, unless of course something else important comes up like it did this weekend.

Snowmobiling and Avatar

2009-12-21T18:08:00.001-08:00

Even though I've had a cold for 14 days straight I didn't let it stop us from going snowmobiling. I love Utah. It's so gorgeous!!!

Peter playin' around on some jumps

My Parents

Peter set the self timer, but didn't quite make it.

Peter & I

We went to see Avatar with my parents, brother-in-law Jason, and nephew Braxton. Amazing movie, especially if you see it at the IMAX.

Peter and I were so pumped for the movie we couldn't contain our excitement.

Cookie Time

2009-12-21T17:52:00.000-08:00

What's more enjoyable than baking 10 dozen cookies with that special someone for 3 1/2 hours?

Getting in a flour fight while baking 10 dozen cookies for 3 1/2 hours!!!

Thanksgiving Day

2009-12-01T21:27:00.000-08:00

Ah.....Thanksgiving. A time for family, love, delicious food, kindness, pumpkin pie, thankfulness, and for Darise to friggin' rock at cooking her first turkey and making her first batch of stuffing!!! This year we were with the Haws clan

and I asked Peter's mom if she'd show me how to cook the bird and make the stuffing. Instead of showing me, she had me get my hands in there (literally). I felt bad violating Tom in so many ways, but it was well worth it once it was cooked to perfection. I'm going out on a limb here by saying, I'm pretty sure next year Thanksgiving will be at my place...and I'll be the cook *gasp*.

Cleaning out the turkey

Makin' the stuffing

Stuffing the birds fat 23lb 'A'

We estimated with the stuffing the total weight was about 24lbs. Ay Caramba!

Into the oven Tom goes

Voila! Perfection...the turkey too. :)

I'm stoked I didn't do anything to ruin the main course of the dinner. All-in-all it was a deliciously fun filled day. Hope yours was too.

Phish Food For The Soul

2009-11-15T19:33:00.000-08:00

Time: 7:15pm

Time: 7:16pm

Time: 7:37pm

2009-10-10T19:50:00.001-07:00

Thanks to my darling niece Rylee

Peter and I received the best pedicures last night.

I Like 'Em Big

2009-09-15T21:19:00.000-07:00

I'm a big bag/purse sort of gal. I purchase bags so big that I find myself wandering my house looking for additional items to throw in so it's fuller. Peter has always made fun of the size of my purses. He always asks if I have my suitcase ready when we go out. The only time he doesn't make fun of my bag is when we plan to go to the movies. Depending on the size of bag depends on what food items he'll toss in (yes, we're those kind of people). If it's a smaller bag he'll throw in a treat or 2, if it's my biggest bag he'll throw in a 5 course meal. One time we brought in one 6" sub, one foot long sub, 2 bags of chips, 2 bottles of water, 3 cookies, a box of junior mints, and 2 bags of peanut M&M's. Keep in mind this was all in addition to my wallet, which is oversized as well, cellphone, 3 lip glosses, 2 pens, kleenex, q-tip box, floss stick holder, business card holder, hair accessories, tide stick, Febreeze on the go, iPod, lotion, gum, and a cute bag for my womanly monthly effects. Capital One credit card may wonder 'What's in your wallet' but I'm curious to know, What's in your purse?

Shady Business

2009-09-14T00:00:00.000-07:00

Why do sunglasses make us hold ourselves differently and act a little cooler? Are we secretly imagining we're movie stars shielding our eyes from the paparazzi cameras (I can't be the only one)? Is there some surge of empowerment from hiding our eyes from the world? Does our outfit look sexier with this optical shading accessory? There are those of us who wear them to simply shield our eyes from the sun as they were generally manufactured to do. Whatever the reason may be there is that small group, the creme de la creme who give me daily humor when I see them sporting their Ray Bans. They're the "popular", "wicked awesome", "too cool for school" individuals that wear their sunglasses inside the mall, inside convenient stores, inside restaurants, inside businesses, generally indoors anywhere. These are the people that trigger my ponderment: Are they cool because they wear sunglasses or, do they think they're cool because they wear sunglasses? I vote no.

It's About Time

2009-09-13T00:00:00.000-07:00

Have you ever looked at your significant other and just thought to yourself, "I've got to be the luckiest person in the world,"? I've done this countless times since I met Peter 7 years ago today. He still makes my heart flutter. Um, how I love this man.

It's Been A While

2009-09-12T21:33:00.000-07:00

My blogging pants are back on and I couldn't be more excited! Posts to come.

Separating

2009-05-13T14:56:00.001-07:00

It's time for me to come clean. I can no longer keep this inside. I'm getting separated. This on again off again relationship has just been too much for me. I need a break and it needs to happen now. Blogger, you know I love ya, but we need to take some time apart. I can't handle the guilty feeling of neglecting you for weeks on end or making up boring stuff just so we can stay in contact. Who knows, I may decide next week, maybe even tomorrow that I made a mistake and come back, but I'm not making any promises. I'm not saying it's over. I just need a break. Stay bloggerific.

XOXO

Darise

The Wave

2009-04-30T15:35:00.000-07:00

I'm not sure if you've noticed, but people who ride motorcyles have a special type of wave that they extend only to other riders. The way it works is the rider extends their left arm out away from their body with the palm facing down. That's it. Just a simple little gesture but big enough to say, "Yea, we're cool because we ride motorcyles". I've come accustomed to this biker owner only wave for the last 5 years since Peter has a motorcycle. I've always been curious to know how this all started. My theory is that it began back around the 1920's with a tattooed, beer drinking, crotch scratching man named Bulldog. He, along with his beer drinking, crotch scratching, tattooed friends purchased their hogs. Bulldog being the leader of the pack (I think there's a song after him) told his friends he created a sign that they have to make when they see each other and only they could make it otherwise there'd be heck (edited) to pay. Well one day Itchy, the youngest member of the pack didn't do the wave to his fellow biker friends and well, he was never heard from again. Now, nearly 90 years later guys are still giving the sign and/or wave. Like I said, it's just my theory, but I wouldn't be surprised if it was in a history book somewhere.
The point of my ranting is simple. I'm jealous. I want a special wave. I want to have something to share with my fellow Hyundai vehicle owners. Today I tried giving my own Hyundai owners only wave. I came out with 4 confused looking people who were clearly trying to figure out where they knew me from, 6 people who just ignored my gesture, and 1 guy who threw his hands in the air yelling, WTF!!! (again, edited) Evidently the 21st century isn't quite ready for same make/model car waves. I'm determined to get one going though. Maybe someday I'll be in the history books listed as the adorable little Hyundai owner who created their trademarked wave. Here's hoping.

Guilty Pleasure

2009-04-21T10:07:00.000-07:00

Rock of Love Bus Tour.

Previews for season one starting airing a couple years ago and I couldn't stop laughing. The shows version of the rose giving ceremony is priceless. Instead of a rose Bret Michaels hands the girl a backstage pass and before putting it around her neck he asks, "Will you continue to stay here and rock my world?" Hilariously lame, however I found myself being a dedicated viewer for the next 15 weeks. Now here I sit after season 3 has wrapped up and ponder, "Did Bret really find love this time? Will it work between him and Taya even though he should have picked Mindy, (which by the way I'm still upset about)? Has he truly, found his Rock of Love?" While I recognize how pathetic I sound I sure hope he didn't because that would mean season 4 would premiere in less than a year!!! Here's hoping Taya is the lame-o I believe her to be and Bret will be back on the market with 25 more girls vying for his heart!!!

My First Race

2009-04-04T17:22:00.000-07:00

Well I did it. I ran in my first race today. Back in December I decided to start training for a half marathon. I decided since I've never been into the whole running thing that I'd take baby steps before hitting the pavement for 13.1 miles. Today was my first race ever and it was a 5K. The feeling of finishing is indescribable. I wanted to jump up and down with excitement, I wanted to cry knowing I had finished in the time I had set out for, I wanted to scream "Wahoo, I finished without walking!!!". The weather wasn't exactly enjoyable. In fact, it down right sucked. It was 30 degrees this morning and it was raining/showing nearly the whole race. I didn't have running tights and all the pants I could have worn are way too long and drag on the ground so I braved the cold and wore my shortie shorts (as I call them). Looking around I was about 1 of 3 people who were sporting shorts. Everyone else had pants on. Even though it was cold towards the beginning I warmed up quickly so it ended up being a good decision on my part. Here's a few pics from the day.

Heading towards the starting line.

Stripping down to my shortie shorts right before the gun went off.
Heading towards the finish line.

I did it!!!

My mom and sisters came out to watch me race. They're the best!!!

Right after the race heading towards my family.

Peter showing off my #. 1283 baby!!!

I'm already in training for my next race. Look out 10K, here I come!!!

Quirky Ism's

2009-03-25T11:01:00.000-07:00

I realized two tidbits about myself today.

When I walk into my bathroom in the mornings and flip on the light I automatically close my right eye until I've adjusted to the brightness. I'm sure I've done this all along, but today was the first time I noticed it so I tried opening my right eye and then squinting equally with both eyes, but I couldn't handle it. I had to shift back to my left eye fully open and my right eye shut tight.
When I sit down to do my business I immediately bring my right elbow to my right knee and rest my chin on my right hand that's held tightly in a fist while my left hand is comfortably resting on my left hip. You may wonder if that's where I ponder about life's major questions which would result in this "thinking" position, but alas it is not. I've never been a bathroom lingerer. I like to get in, do my business, and get out. I tried sitting up straight but it felt awkward and unnatural so I reverted back to my regular position.

I'm not sure if I should call these "QUIRKY" things, however I can't think of any other name for them so until I do they will remain my random QUIRKY ISM'S. I wouldn't doubt I have other QUIRKY things I do and eventually I hope to discover them. Until I do I shall pose a question; Do you have any weird or random QUIRKY daily ism's you'd like to share? Leave a comment if you do. I'm curious to find out and who knows, I may end up having the same ones too which would only draw us closer as Blog BFF's.

Birthday Fun

2009-03-15T21:39:00.000-07:00

Today was my 27th birthday. Peter plans something every year for me and of course never lets me in on the details until the day of. Usually I sit by quietly and excitedly wonder what he's got up his sleeve. This year however I made a small request which was to have a blog worthy birthday. Peter, as always delivered. He had both his family and mine over for a birthday celebration. The party started off with a macaroni and cheese taste test (details to come in a later post), then moved on to a Coke/Pepsi taste test (again, more details to come about why we did taste tests on my birthday). Afterwards we had dinner, opened gifts, and played a few games. Here's a few pics from the day.

I couldn't figure out why Peter gave me an old dusty light bulb.

As I opened my final gift I quickly realized the light bulb was a clue that I was getting a new light fixture for our kitchen. I'm at that age and stage in my life where home furnishings and fixtures excite the heck out of me.

A few of the party guests.

Amber's going to kill me for posting this pic of her, but I love how focused she is while taking pictures of the party.

Garlan, Mandie, and Josh concentrating hard while playing Scene It.

Amber and Jason

The sexy husband and 27 year old Birthday Girl.

Ah...

2009-03-11T19:38:00.000-07:00

While most married women think that their husband is the best, I have to say mine takes the cake today. Peter came to my office and surprised me with flowers and balloons. It was an early birthday surprise and boy was I surprised. He popped in, handed me the super sweet gift, kissed me, and left. I won't go on and on about how superbly wonderful he is and how undoubtedly sexy he is, but I will say I'm the luckiest girl to have Peter J. Haws as my husband. He really is the best.

Current Pet Peeve

2009-02-27T12:06:00.000-08:00

Farters

While it's no mystery that we all (yes, even you adorable little 95lb blond cheerleaders) pass gas, there's no getting passed it, everybody poots. It's obviously embarrassing to fluff in public especially when no matter what you do to hide it everyone knows it was you. I accept that it's a natural bodily function, but what I cannot and will not accept is why people feel the need to let it out at such inopportune times. For example:

In the middle of kickboxing or dance class when every one's moving around at a rapid pace. You're going along doing the triple punch and jab move and then Wham! Bam! You're in toot town and the flatulent stinker next to you is the mayor.
In an elevator. Talk about a bad place to have a trouser cough. My word people that's only a big enough space to maybe fit 12 people.
In your car right before someones about to get in. Talk about an even smaller space than an elevator to cut the cheese! Granted the car has windows that can be rolled down, but at that point its too late; The damage has already been done.
Letting one rip right before your passenger is about to get out of the car. Not only will it nearly knock you on your butt trying to get away fast, but the smell lingers so when you get back in it's there to greet you. Just take a breath and hang on for 2 seconds, your passenger will thank you...I promise.
In your office at work. I realize that's your personal space, but if you just bubbled then don't tell people you're not too busy to talk and then invite them right in.

I know it's pointless to complain about this since you yourself are thinking, "wow, I've farted in every one of those settings". Shoot, I'd be lying if I said I hadn't, but after enduring all of these situations for 2 days straight, yes I said 2 DAYS STRAIGHT, I can't take it any more. I can no longer continuously hold my breath for 60 seconds at a time 6 times a day. I'm bound to pass out from the lack of oxygen. So until a machine is made where you can press your bum against it and let it rip and the smell is contained my plead is for all to hold off on cutting it for the bathroom (obvious choice), parking lots, parks, basically anywhere outside and I don't just mean that literally. I mean outside of my smell capacity which would be at least 1,000 yards away.

I also wanted to include a side note. SBD's (silent but deadly) got their name for a reason. Just because it didn't make a noise, doesn't mean others around won't know it was you.

$5 Sale And Everyone Comes Running

2009-02-17T09:48:00.001-08:00

For those of you that have seen Confessions of a Shopaholic; I just lived the sample sale scene yesterday morning. Shade Clothing had a $5 sale at Provo High yesterday. It was total mayhem. You couldn't get through the designated isles without brushing up against 10 other people. I wanted to fight the girl that took a shirt right out of my hand that I had picked up in a bin which she said (super snotty btw), "That's mine" but then figured the shirt would look as ugly on her as her face did so I didn't care so much. Yes, I'm really that mean that I have thoughts like that.

Even though there were so many people, so much shoving, a lot of smelliness, and what one might call a bit of insanity, it was all worth it. Good sales like this generally are.

I Baked...From Scratch

2009-02-17T09:45:00.000-08:00

Anyone who knows me, knows that I'm not the most versed cook in the kitchen. The other day I decided since I tell people I like to bake I should actually bake something. Since Love Day was coming up I decided to make heart shaped cookies. Peter helped me with decorating.We used some of the phrases from the conversation hearts and then created our own.

Click on picture to enlarge

Happy Love Day everyone...3 days late.

What The Frick?!

2009-01-22T14:10:00.000-08:00

Okay my blogging "friends". I put friends in quotations because there are several of you who have gone private (Sarah, Tami, Hannah to name a few) and not invited me to read your blog. What's with that!?

If you've gone private and haven't invited me to read your blog I say shame on you. However, since I'm a forgiving person (and so adorably cute too) I will allow you to right this wrong and add me. My email address is dariseh@natr.com. Now get to addin' beyatches. XOXO

Yet Another Reason...

2009-01-14T20:55:00.000-08:00

Why I love this man.

He's the best nerf sharp shooter in the West.

Sledding

2009-01-14T20:31:00.000-08:00

It's been years since Peter and I have been sledding so we decided to head out in the 18 degree weather and embark on some snowy fun. We went with my sister, her husband, and cute little kids. Even though it was only like 18 degrees, after walking up the hill a million times we were all sweating. We had a great time. I'm hoping to head out again this weekend. Anyone want to go?

Ponderment

2009-01-04T20:39:00.000-08:00

One of my least favorite things about blogging is when people don't update their blogs so I'm sure you find it amusing that I've been "blog slacking" for the last 3 months. Since my last post on the 22nd of December I've had this icky gray blog cloud hanging over my head. I can't seem to get rid of it. It calls to me asking why I haven't taken 10 minutes to sit down and post something...heck anything. I seriously wake up everyday thinking, "You should really update your blog." Um, obsess much? Today I couldn't stop thinking about it and how "long" it's been since I posted something new. Then I asked myself "Am I annoyed because I have pictures on my camera I'd like to share with my family, my blogging friends...the world, or am I upset because I feel like people are frustrated with me because I haven't updated my blog and they're sick of reading about the same holiday party I went to weeks ago?" Then I was brought to my final and most enlightening question since I started blogging in October of 2007. Do I blog for myself or for others? The answer is both. I love to blog about things going on in my life so people can see what I've been up to, whether good or bad. I also love to post fun things and events so I can look back years from now laughing and remembering all the fun times I've had. I admit, it excites me knowing my family, my friends, and even strangers check my blog daily. It's forced me to take more pictures and even seek to do more things instead of sitting at my house being bored. Peter laughs when I yell, "Let me grab my camera" and says, "There's only so much that can fit on a blog." I just smile and give him a kiss and a wink. The truth is I love to blog. Yes, my intentions are to keep everyone updated on my life and entertained, but in the end I will always have this to look back (after paying to make into a scrapbook of course) and laugh at all "the good ole times" and share them with my children in 50 years from now.

So, after all this enlightenment and realization I've come to, my plan is to keep this updated regularly, but I'm not making any promises. What I can type, and with great enthusiasm, is my blog cloud is officially gone and I don't suspect it'll be visiting me anytime in the near future.

The pressure to update is gone. I'll update when I can or when the desire strikes. Yes, I'm updating for you, but also for me. Since I come first I'll leave you with this,

Holiday Party @ The Seguins

2008-12-22T18:51:00.000-08:00

The other night Peter and I got together with my good friends from IHC (I used to work there in my previous life) to have a holiday party. We headed up to my friend Susan's to start off the fiesta. We had a deliciously yummy dinner and then moved our conversation into the family room where we played the white elephant gift game (I think everyone has their own rendition of this game). Peter ended up with super cute place mats and napkins and I got a sweet puzzle of SLC. I'm not sure I'll get to putting the 250 piece puzzle together since I can barely put my 4 year old nieces 30 piece jumbo ones together but maybe I'll give it a go. After the W.E. game my friend Becky introduced the game of doubles to everyone. It's where you have a gift that's wrapped in 100 million sheets of wrapping paper and like 6 rolls of packing tape and you unwrap it while wearing mittens. Your group gets in a big circle and you roll 2 dice. If you get doubles you throw on the mittens and try to unwrap the gift. It gets pretty hectic with everyone frantically rolling the dice and grabbing the mittens from whoever has them. Peter and I had such a great time and can't wait for the next party. Hint, hint, Susan. :)

Becky, Kennya, Yours Truly, and Meagan

Meagan & Tyler

Peter and I got the suckiest #'s in the White Elephant Game. We were bummed.

Peter was so excited when he opened his gift. It was a Spongebob Squarepants snow tube. In the last round of the game someone took it from him. He was so upset. I guess an adorably cute brunette elf may need to run out and find one before Christmas Day. ;)

Here's me with the sweaty (I know, gross, right?) mittens. I wanted that gift so bad and for all I know it was a pack of gum.

Meagan ended up making it to the end. Her gift...A $50 Visa gift card. Lucky!!! Thanks Becky! You rock for bringing this.

This party was so much fun. It's always entertaining when your with good friends, delicious food, and sweet gifts. Ah, I can't wait for Christmas Day!!!

Lisha's Getting Married!

2008-12-22T18:41:00.000-08:00

One of my best friends from high school is getting married on the 27th so the "gang" and I got together to throw her a little bridal shower. We started off the night at the Cheesecake Factory (oh so good) and then ended up at my friend Cherie's to open gifts and gab about whateva. Here's a few pics from the night.

Jamie, Amber, & Lisha (the bride to be).

Liz, Shauna, Cherie, and yours truly

Lisha

The Girls

These girls were my closest friends in high school and they remain the same today. GNO's are the best especially with your besties!!! Congrats Lisha!

Family Pictures

2008-12-09T08:58:00.001-08:00

We asked our good friend Heather to take a few pictures of us the other day. She is amazing. Check out her site here. We had a great time and Heather did an awesome job. Here's a few of my favorites.

I Love This Man

2008-12-05T20:38:00.000-08:00

My friends, I have a seriously funny husband. In fact, Peter is without a doubt the funniest person I've ever met. He always has a funny thing to say or he's always playing jokes on me or acting like a goof. The other day I came home to this.

Peter knows I can't stand when he shaves a mustache so every now and then he'll do this. He claims he thinks its hot, but I think deep down he knows he's not the best looking 70's porn star wannabe. Don't get me wrong, I think my husband is hot, but I can't imagine he'd think I was very pretty if I walked in sporting a mullet. Regardless that this is the one type of facial hair I really dislike it always puts a smile on my face when I come home to this furry surprise. Here's a couple more shots of the "stache"

And my personal favorite

And to top off this post here for your viewing pleasure....Peter's baton skills.

I love this man.

Potato Gun Shooting

2008-12-03T20:16:00.000-08:00

The other night Peter and I decided it was finally time to get rid of the pumpkins (or punkins as my mom calls them) we've had on our front porch since early September. We wanted to send them to pumpkin heaven in style and throwing them in the middle of the street didn't seem a worthy (plus it's just stupid) death. After tossing a few ideas around Peter perked up and suggested we use my dad's potato gun (I've heard those are illegal so hush, hush). Eureka! That was it, that was the best most fun sounding idea. We packed up the pumpkins and headed to my parents. I was a little nervous to use the gun since it's huge and surprisingly a little heavy. While Peter snapped pictures my dad helped me to hold the gun straight. I barely missed by a few inches as did Peter. After shooting 10 potato's or so and never hitting our target my dad grabbed the gun and shot it 2 feet from one of the pumpkins. It was a clean shot. In and out. I'm not exactly sure why we thought it was so cool, but man, it sure was. Who would have thought shooting potato's out of a long cannon would be so fun?

Here's a couple of videos from the day. Yes, I held the gun retardedly. I'd never shot one before so cut me some slack.

Trans-siberian Orchestra

2008-12-03T19:45:00.000-08:00

I'm not sure if I'm spelling their name correctly in the title, but I'm too lazy to google it. So a few weeks back Peter and I headed to SLC with my family to see the Tras-siberian Orchestra. They were AMAZING. They're an orchestra that includes violins, cello's, guitars, drums, piano's, and keyboards. Including the musicians they had a few singers that had the most spectacular voices. On top of the amazing talent on stage they included a crazy awesome light show. They also had a narrator that had the voice of Barry White. It was hot. We had a blast.

Here are the couples that went (don't be frightened of the pic of my dad. He's a goof). Josh didn't have a date so he made one up. I named her Helga the Hottie.

Peter and I got bored (imagine that) waiting for the show to start so we busted out the camera.

Here's a few pics from the show. Like I said, it was amazing. They'll be back in about 51 weeks. Be sure and get tickets. :)

New Post

2008-11-14T18:27:00.000-08:00

I just updated my blog. If you're interested to see a bunch of pictures the newest post is underneath my 100th post. Enjoy.

Introducing...

2008-11-01T20:40:00.001-07:00

Pimp Daddy Smalls & Ginny Talls.

100th Post

2008-10-27T11:15:00.000-07:00

I've been holding off updating my blog for some time now since this is my 100th post. I wanted to do something spectacular and fun, but alas I couldn't think of anything. One person suggested I post 100 things about myself which I've seen on other peoples blog. No offense to those that have done this, but I think it's lame. It'd take way too much time thinking up 100 things about myself and I can't imagine anyone would really read all 100 items which would make this a big waste of time. So, I've decided instead of writing 100 things about myself I'm going to sum it up in 1 sentence. I'm Fabulous times 100.

Catching Up

2008-10-16T20:02:00.000-07:00

Several events have come and gone in the last couple of months and due to my affair with facebook I've been neglecting to post about them. Sorry for the lump of pictures, but here's what we've been up to.

We had a group of friends over for the BYU/Utah State Game. Peter thought it'd be fun to paint his face. I couldn't help but laugh thinking of Elaine and Putty from Seinfeld. "David, You're a face painter." "Yea that's right." Ah, Putty. He was one of the best characters on that show.

This is my friends son Crew. He was cracking everyone up. He would smile at you one second and then give you this scowl. I was in tears he was making me laugh so hard. He's so cute!

Yes, I had tickets to the gun show.

I was asked to teach the Laurels in my last ward a hip hop dance. It was so fun to see the girls and hang out. They were always my favorites.

We had a blast. All the girls got into it and found their inner Beyonce. I was so proud.

Our good friends Tyler and Heather came into town so a group of us got together for dinner. Here's a picture of Peter with a bunch of his buddies from high school. It's been 11 years and they're still as close as ever.

My grandparents came into town in October so we took them up to Park City. We planned to take a ride on the Alpine Slides, but they had closed the weekend before so we walked up and down Main Street and ate some lunch.

Since walking up and down Main Street wasn't all too thrilling for Peter and I, we took pictures along the way. While Peter tooted his horn I had a rather funny conversation with the local bear.

Our last picture was with the towns Moose. She was a little frightening to look at with her big fake eyelashes and crazy make-up. Peter and I dressed her up with some adorable accessories such as ourselves.

And for the cherry on top of the post I give you a few more Halloween pictures. We headed to a party at our friends house and laughed ourselves to tears with all the great costumes everyone thought up.

The Cheerleader & Wheaties box athlete (my personal favorite).

Popeye & Olive Oil

Princes Leah & her Storm Trooper

Da Boys
Da Chicks (The little baby was Sweet Pea).

You are now officially up to speed with the comings and goings of the Haws de la Peter & Darise. Phew.

I've Been Tagged

2008-10-13T09:53:00.000-07:00

I've been tagged by Shalie. Enjoy

1. I eat Oreo's a "special" way. I dunk 2 in milk and then sink 4 in the glass and wait a few minutes. Once the oreo's are soggy enough I drink all the milk, crush up the oreo's at the bottom and then eat them. It's the best.

2. Everything has to be even. If I notice I started heading up the stairs on my right leg and then finish on my right leg, I make a point to step onto something (another step perhaps) with my left leg.

3. I can't stand watching Peter put on his socks. He cranks his foot inward and curls his toes. It's so unattractive to me.

4. My pillowcase has to face towards Peter's pillow and has to be tucked underneath my pillow. It's to prevent spiders from crawling in at night.

5. On average I drink 80 oz of water a day.

6. When I get ready to go out on the weekends with Peter I change my outfit at least 3 times before finally heading out the door.

7. I absolutely love the Spice Girls movie. It's hilarious.

I'm tagging Amber , Megan, Becky, Ashley, Liz, Katie, & Meagan.

2008-10-10T08:55:00.000-07:00

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Neil, Sweet Neil

2008-10-03T13:19:00.001-07:00

I'm seriously considering disowning one of my sisters. She just told me....now get this....she doesn't care for NEIL DIAMOND! What? How can this be? I'm devastated. I feel as if she's driven a knife into my heart, turned it to and fro and mushed my aorta and other tubie type things (I failed human biology) into...well, mush and then yanked it out. I'm having a hard time breathing here. I cannot for the life of me comprehend how someone doesn't care for the man who brought us the melodious words of Sweet Caroline:

Good times never seemed so good. Reachin' out, touchin' me, touchin you.

Every time I hear those words, in a way (that's completely non psychotic or freakish), I felt like he was reaching out and touching me. Touching me through his crisp, husky, rugged man of the mountain voice.

Let us not forget the lyrics to Hello Again.

I couldn't sleep at all tonight and I know it's late but I couldn't wait. Hello, my friend, Hello.

This song was my constant companion during my dating years. When I was stalking, ur, I mean dating guys I'd listen to this song at 3 in the morning and realized if Neil was saying it's okay, then it's okay to wake up all my many mens to say hello. So what if they didn't call me back or start screening my calls? They knew all I wanted, was to say hello and I dang well did.

And finally, who could possibly forget the resounding lyrics to America?

Freedom's light burning warm

Everywhere around the world

They're coming to America

Every time that FLAG'S unfurled

They're coming to America

Got a dream to take them there

They're coming to America

Got a dream they come to share

They're coming to America

They're coming to America...

I'd like to now address my sister by asking, If Neil Leslie Diamond, aka The Jewish Elvis wasn't so great, then why on earth would a hilariously funny, great and wonderful movie like Saving Silverman revolve it's plot around this man? That's something to chew on for not only my sister, but for all you other "Neil Unappreciators" out there. He sang a song called "I Believe In Happy Endings" and guess what? So do I. So.......Do........I. I'm walking down the street and I begin to snap my fingers and as I do others that walk by begin to snap their fingers until we're all on beat and then I start off.......

Red, Red, Wine, you make me feel so fine. You keep me rockin' all of the time

(and then in unison everyone else comes in)

Red red wine, you make me feel so grand, I feel a million dollar when you're just in my hand. Red red wine, you make me feel so sad, Any time I see you go, it make me feel bad. Red red wine, you make me feel so fine, Monkey back and ease up on the sweet deadline.

We of course are dancing while singing and clearly would know all of the same choreography. Ah, that's my happy ending and I wouldn't doubt that it's Neils too.

I raise my Dasani water bottle to you Neil. Good times never really did seem so good.

Facebook

2008-09-26T09:52:00.000-07:00

Well I've finally done it. I caved and created a facebook account. At first I was apprehensive about it and nearly deleted my profile, but after only a few days I'm officially addicted. I dare say I'm more addicted to my facebook account than my blogger account. I'm not exactly sure how many people read my blog, but for those of you that do, don't worry, I'm still going to be blogging. Afterall I love having a site that's dedicated to just Peter and I. Speaking of people who read my blog, can you comment if you do? Even if I don't know who you are post a comment. It's all out of sheer curiosity how many people actually come to my blog and read it. So please, grant my request and leave a comment.

Driving: Do Most People Need A Dummies Guide?

2008-09-18T14:41:00.000-07:00

This past week I've been running through all the things that drive me nutty about other drivers and I thought I'd share a few with the blogging world.

Why is it when someone is merging into the turning lane to make a left hand turn they keep the butt of their car in the lane they were merging out of forcing you to push yourself into the far right lane so as not to hit them? There's an entire lane designated for you to turn. Frickin' use it!

Why do people feel the need to slow down 4 blocks before making a right hand turn? Are they concerned they'll wear their tires out too soon if they slow down a half a block before?

Does anyone else find it comical when you're coming up to a 4 way stop about the same time as someone else and they stop 10 feet behind the line just so they can go first? I just want to lean out of the car and say, "Please go. That 1.2 second will really make a difference."

Someone please tell me why some people are not possessed with the ability to merge onto the freeway. Is it really that difficult?

Can I get an amen to revoking the license of little old people who can't see over their steering wheels? That's just an accident waiting to happen.

Anyone know why people randomly slam on their brakes in the middle of the road especially when there is absolutely NOTHING in front of them. Did they suddenly have a break through thought and can't continue driving while being impressed with themselves?

I roll my eyes every time I see a woman in a minivan getting pulled over for speeding in a school zone. You'd think since she's sportin' a minivan she'd have kids so she'd be more inclined to obey this law.

And finally, if I see one more woman, girl, or even man applying make-up while driving I'm going to hit them on purpose and claim it was their fault. I'll win hands down and hopefully get a new car.

Did I miss any others? Please share your driving frustrations.

Cascade Springs

2008-09-10T20:10:00.000-07:00

Peter and I took a trip to Cascade Springs this last weekend. It was absolutely gorgeous. If you haven't ever been, I suggest you take a drive up AF canyon. We walked along the path with the puppies and took in the beautifully warm day.

Frockly T-Shirt Giveaway

2008-09-09T08:16:00.000-07:00

For all you BYU fans that want more BYU attire, this is the newest site for you. Go Cougars! Frockly T-Shirt Giveaway

Boyz II Men Concert

2008-09-03T13:44:00.000-07:00

Holy Frick, da Boyz put on one h-e double hockey sticks of a show! The girls and I had a blast. We went and picked up Cafe Rio (ooh yummy) and headed over. Who the heck would have thought the show would have sold out!? The line was soooooo long to get in. We found a great spot on the grass, laid out our blankets and started eating and talking (2 of my favorite activities). It started to get dark and we were getting antsy for the boyz to come out. Finally, music from Motown Philly came blaring through the speakers. We jumped up and started screaming and singing along. We didn't stop bouncing around the hillside for 2 hours until the show was over. Good food, great friends, and awesome entertainment. What more could you ask for on a Thursday night?

Rufous

2008-09-03T13:19:00.000-07:00

Yesterday little Rufous lost his puppy manhood. Peter took him to the vet at 7:30 and couldn't pick him up until 4:30. Poor little Rouffey was all sorts of loopy. He couldn't jump up on our couches (which I'm actually viewing as a good thing) and he was practically crossed eyed from the anesthetic. He kept his little tail tucked under his little bum so he could hide what was taken from him. Today we had to put his cone on since he kept licking the stitches, (I know, gross). He's now more miserable than ever. He keeps running into the couches, walls, corners, our bed, and my legs. I feel so bad for him, but he has to leave this on for 4 days. Check out how miserable our little guy is.

Guitar Hero

2008-09-03T13:01:00.000-07:00

The other day Peter and I headed to his parents house for some good ole Labor Day Guitar Hero. Peter's sisters had never played and they were hilarious. They started off timid, but after an hour they were all over the place. Aerosmith's got nothin' on these divas.

This picture cracks me up. I'm not sure Deb was intending to sign I Love You, but it works either way. Rock on!

Peters New Toy

2008-08-25T20:38:00.000-07:00

After months of asking, begging, and pleading I finally caved and Peter couldn't be any happier. He finally has the riding lawn mower he's always dreamed about. Well okay, this probably isn't the one he's always dreamed about, but it's a riding mower nonetheless.

It takes Peter about 10 minutes to mow our backyard and front yard. Before it took about 2 hours. I wouldn't necessarily say our yard is big enough to warrant purchasing a riding lawn mower, but hey, that's our business right? ;) Besides, I'm sure it's only a matter of time until Peter starts heading to the neighbors asking if he can mow their lawn. We'll for sure be on the top of everyone's Christmas lists then. Here's hoping.

Oops, Wrong Area

2008-08-20T15:44:00.000-07:00

The other day I was meandering through the great and wondermous store, Target. I was perusing the jewelry wall, where I then wandered through the shoe area, then curved back around to the t-shirts and sweaters, and then took a gander over the sweatpants which steered me into the dresses area. Before I knew it I was surrounded by several tall racks of assorted shirts, shorts, pants, skirts, dresses, tank tops, swimming suits, etc… I realized I was in the sale area of the store. JOY! I frantically sifted through the array of 50%-70% discounted tops making sure to give the occasional evil eye to those who even dared to look at the rack I was rummaging through.
My joy quickly subsided as I continued to pull out shirts holding them up to my body seeing that they were all huge and baggy. I like the style designers have going of clothes that hang on your body, rather than serving as a second skin, but why would I want to wear something that’s marked small when I know a gorilla could fit into it? I continued sifting through the shirts and was getting more and more disturbed. I finally came upon an adorable green shirt only to see yet again, it was a big baggy mess. What the Fa-Reak! I would maybe wear this shirt if I was 8 months preg… Oooooooooooh, so this is where the maternity section is. Good to know.

Out & About @ The Lake

2008-08-20T08:10:00.001-07:00

A couple of weekends ago Peter and I headed out to the lake with my sister and her husband. We brought Peter's brother Brian and our nephew Ian with us. Ian had never been on a boat so he was stoked to head out. He had so much fun and was so tough. He rode the tubes for the first time and fell off about 10 times, and kept wanting to get back on. He's a stud. Later Jason let him drive the boat. He looked so cute! Here's a few pics from the day.

Ian & Braxton

Ian

Peter and I.

Brian throwing Ian into the water.
Me & Peter getting ready to tube
Ian, Braxton & Rylee
Ian driving us back to the dock

Lagoon Day

2008-08-13T09:30:00.000-07:00

Last Friday a few members of my family, along with Peter and I headed up to Lagoon for my companys annual office party. We had a blast. The lines weren't too long and the weather was awesome, other than the overload of humidity. We got there are 10:30 in the morning and didn't leave until 10:45 that night. My favorite ride was Wicked and believe me when I tell you that ride really is wicked. It's so freaky and yet so exciting. Needless to say my feet were killing me by the time we got to the cars. It was all worth it though. Here's a few random pics from the day.

Peter couldn't resist the baseball throw. He won a blow up baseball bat and hard hat. He's so hot!

The minute Rylee and Braxton saw all the kids playing in the fountains they immediately rushed over to participate in the wet n' wild fun (they're the 2 kids in the left of the picture). Poor little Rylee was so cold Amber and Jason had to head to the gift shop to buy her dry clothes.
The boys waiting for the Rocket. That's the one ride I won't go on. The anticipation of the fall makes my heart hurt and I've heard that's not good.
Braxton's dippin' dots melted while we were in line for a ride and they seriously looked like throw up. I kept gagging every time I saw him put a spoonful in his mouth.

After 36 years of marriage my dad still can't get enough of my moms little bootie.

We found the most adorable couple in the entire park. We of course had to take a picture of them. Wouldn't you know it...it was us!

Judgment

2008-08-07T11:00:00.000-07:00

I think I was judged yesterday while in the restroom at my office. Yes people, I get that all my office stories involve the bathroom, but get yourselves all up over it. Okay, so I rushed myself into the ladies only to nearly run into 2 women standing at the counter discussing something about squash and tennis shoes. I have no clue how either item is related, but I was on a mission and had no time to linger. I swiftly hopped into the furthest stall away from the odd conversation I was trying to ignore, grabbed a toilet seat cover and hurriedly dropped my pantaloons and sat down. I began my business and immediately following, the 2 women who'd I nearly knocked over into the sinks went silent. I swear I heard a snicker or two. It only took me half a second to realize what was causing their muffled laughs. I have to say in my defense, had they just guzzled 32 oz of water they'd sound like a sprinkler too! Yes, maybe it's funny to hear the sound of frantic spraying liquid nearly breaking through porcelain, but come on friends, large consumptions of H20 will do that to a person.

I now sit here pondering, "Do those women think that's how I always sound? Should I invite them to the restroom so I can prove I don't sound like that every time? Are they telling other people? Are others talking about it? Are people calling me the office fire hose behind my back?"

And now, I've drank yet another 32oz bottle of water and as you can imagine I'm dying over here. I'm hesitant to rush to the RR though in worrying my nemesis might be there too. *gasp*Can't........hold.........it.........much..........longer. Ah, screw it. I'm off.

Arrival

2008-07-28T18:55:00.000-07:00

A group from Sweden named Arrival came to town on the 24th for a concert at the Scera Shell. They sing ABBA songs and let me tell you, they're AMAZING! They sounded just like ABBA. We had a blast rockin' out to Dancing Queen, Mamma Mia, and Waterloo. My dad was even dancing in the audience. It was so fun.

Arrival hadn't come out yet, but Peter and I were already excited and we just couldn't contain ourselves. Just imagine what we looked like when they came out.

Here's my adorable mother. I had just told her I was going to pay her back for the tickets for the concert. By her reaction you'd think I never paid her back for stuff.

Tibble Creek

2008-07-28T18:39:00.000-07:00

On Pioneer day Peter and I got up at 5:50, yes people 5:50 in the am. We woke up the dogs and drove up AF canyon to Tibble Creek. It's absolutely gorgeous up there so if you haven't been I suggest you take a trip. We walked up the creek and let the dogs run wild.

Poor little Rufous was freezing from jumping in and out of the river. He finally just sat down and looked up at us and shivered. We felt bad so we decided it was time to head back.

Rufous had had enough of the water so he followed my paths to get across the river. Poor little guy.When we got back to the parking lot the dogs were covered in mud so we had to wash them off. Bear was really good and let Peter wash his paws.

Rufous wasn't having it. It's hard to see how big his eyes are, but they were huge with terror. Poor guy.

You Look Comfortable

2008-07-22T15:23:00.000-07:00

Today at work I was heading to the mail room and as I walked by the front desk I greeted the receptionist as I usually do. "Hi Carrie. How are you today?" Carrie responded, "I'm good Darise. Thanks for asking. You look so comfortable today." I stopped dead in my tracks thinking to myself, "WTF DOES THAT MEAN!?" I could understand being told I look comfortable while sporting sweatpants, a t-shirt and flip flops, but certainly not while I'm wearing dress slacks, a cute pink top w/ a white cardigan, and pumps

Someone PLEASE tell me what this statement means. Is someone trying to say "Wow, you look like you didn't give a flying crap what you looked like today." or, "Nice to see you could care less about your appearance." Could it mean "It's great to see your clothes aren't 3 sizes too small and squeezing every last inch of your body."

Feeling extremely upset from this comment I went home for lunch asking Peter what he thought it meant and all he did was offer a few laughs (thanks babe). I've now spent several hours contemplating what this could possibly mean. Now realizing I've wasted the better part of my day I'm going to move on, but If you have any suggestions of what you think it means, please offer your comments.

Until then, I've decided since I can't figure it out I'm going to respond by saying, "Thanks, so do you." Let's see how the givers of this confusing comment likes it when it's passed back to them.

Lake Powell

2008-07-16T19:52:00.000-07:00

Last week Peter and I met up with my family in Lake Powell. The water was perfect, the weather was awesome, and the company was supa dupa fly. Here's a few pictures from our trip.

Skiing & Wakeboarding

Tubing & Crashing

Random

Day In The Life

2008-07-08T13:58:00.001-07:00

I look so good. My dad had to be a baker. How else would I have such amazing buns?! Yes, it did hurt when I fell from heaven. If I were a parking ticket I'd have FINE written all over me! I hope I don't get thrown in jail for being criminally hot. Somebody call the cops, because it's got to be illegal to look this good. I've got to be from Tennessee since I'm the only 10 I see. Phew, it's hot in here. Oh wait, it's just me!

Welcome to my 10 minute mirror session every morning (the condensed version).

Boyz II Men

2008-06-27T10:26:00.000-07:00

The rumors are true my friends. Boyz II Men are coming to the Scera in Orem on the 28th of August. Anyone want to go?

Anyone Want An Employee?

2008-06-23T10:32:00.000-07:00

Lately I've been itching to get out and shop till I drop. The last few times I've gone to grab my keys to leave, Peter stops me and says, "Babe, we have no money." I then droop my head, set my purse down, and go to our room where I sulk. I'm tired of sulking, especially since it's taking up the better half of my weekends. So I've decided to offer my services and clean peoples houses. Below are the things I prefer not to do and would appreciate you to have completed before I arrive.

Clean bathrooms
Laundry. Just the thought of touching other peoples underwear gives me the creeps
Pick up toys, clothes, garbage, etc... off the floor
Empty garbage's.
Wipe down mirrors. Are you kidding!? People pop zits in front of the mirror and leave their nastiness behind. No thanks!
Wash dishes
Wash Windows
Mop
Oranize movies, DVD's, pictures
Dust. It makes me sneeze.
Clean the kitchen. Well unless it's been wiped down 10 minutes prior to my arrival.

Below are the things I will do.

Vacuum, permitting the floor's been picked up by yourself or your children.
Febreeze floors and furniture

Let me know if you're interested. I charge a reasonable $50 an hour and I'm usually there for about 3 hours, sometimes 4. Trust me when I say, I'm worth every penny.

Super Friends

2008-06-16T09:48:00.000-07:00

Peter was telling me the other day that he grew up watching Super Friends. I'd never heard of it, but the other night while we were flipping through the channels and we found it. I couldn't stop laughing. The graphics are really simple and the story lines are hilarious. The Super Friends vocalize what they're going to do before actually doing it. Superman, "I'll use my super strength to lift that rock and keep everyone out of harms way." The part I like best is the moral of each story. "Good always wins! Perseverance is the key to success! Being mean won't get you anywhere in life.!"
If I were a super hero my name would be Freckles. I would be able to fly and my super strength would be the ability to shoot light from my freckles, blinding villains and saving the world from utter destruction. At the end of every episode my closing line would be, "Good will always triumph over evil, because evil is dumb." The picture would slowly fade out with me standing on top of a mountain, hands on hips, cape blowing behind me in the wind, hair whisping too and fro, while I look into the distance. And....cut.

Our New House

2008-06-09T20:57:00.001-07:00

Business has been going really well over the last week so Peter and I decided to put our house up for sale and seek out a new one. After going through several houses we came up to this one. We wrote the check before we even parked the car. It's perfect.

Um so yea, I'm totally kidding. Peter and I went through a few houses on Saturday for the parade of homes. There were some amazing houses and some, not so amazing houses. This house was my favorite though. I told Peter to mark this down in his memory bank. He rolled his eyes and we all know when husbands do that it's their way of ingraining the information into their brains. Well, at least that's what I tell myself when Peter rolls his eyes. Come to think of it, he ingrains info in his brain 24/7 because he's always rolling his eyes at me. Could this mean something else? Okay, now I'm just being paranoid. It's the info ingrainment on the brain thingie.

Leave it to Peter to befriend a goat while we were at the parade of homes. This little guy was a cutie and once I worked up the nerve to go and pet him he started peeing and pooping all over the place. I took this as a sign that he didn't want me touching him. Message received little buddy.

5 Years Of Wedded Bliss

2008-06-05T14:01:00.000-07:00

Yesterday was mine and Peters 5 year wedding anniversary. So not to bore anyone with the details of how we met and our courtship I'll give the condensed version. We met at a college dance, went out the next night, made out, got engaged 2 months later, made out some more, and then married 6 months later. It's been the best 5 years of my life. I'm a lucky chica and consider myself extremely blessed to have my sexy tallness of a man in my life.

Bath & Body Works-HUGE SALE

2008-06-02T10:21:00.000-07:00

Bath & Body Works is having a 75% off sale and trust me when I say it's worth your time to check it out. I just bought bubble bath for $2.37 and wallflowers and refills for $5. If you're sick of your tired old busted stench (which I'm sure your friends and family are), head on over. I love this store!!!

SurvivAll

2008-05-23T14:13:00.001-07:00

Well Peter's done it. He's started his own company. SurvivAll is an emergency preparedness company that provides 72 hour kits. If there's a disaster and you don't have a SurvivAll 72 hour kit, chances are you're going to die. With that said, if you want to live through a disaster check out the website here.

SurvivAll is an equal opportunity seller and will except any one's money. Please spread the word to your family and friends. Are You Ready?

Afterwards

2008-05-22T20:39:00.000-07:00

After Peter finally stopped tickling me we got some cuter pictures taken. Well, cuter than the one before these.

Yikes

2008-05-22T20:36:00.000-07:00

This is what I look like when I'm trying to take a picture while Peter's tickling me.

Um yea, I'm frightened too.

FHE

2008-05-19T20:14:00.000-07:00

Tonight for Family Home Evening, Peter and I invited his family over for a game of badminton. I'm proud to say both teams I was on won, but Peter said it didn't count since I switched sides before the game point was to be made by the opposing team. I say it still counts.
Ian had just made his first point.
Debbie was the heart and soul of my team.
Check out the concentration. They're ready.
Sorry for the blurry pic. After badminton we decided to play catch. Brian and I were going for the football. I'd like to say I worked him, but after he pushed me down and nearly broke my leg, I didn't have much of a chance. Okay that didn't happen. But it's the excuse I'm going to use so don't tell anyone.
Peter catching the ball behind his back. He's so hot!
Ian and I going for the ball. He's 9 and almost as tall as me.
Peter and Brian were so worn out they fell asleep on the hammock.

So yes, I'm totally kidding. They stayed in the position for about 1.2 seconds and then yelled "Get off of me!!!" Silly boys.

Fun In The Sun

2008-05-19T20:04:00.000-07:00

My sister and her husband bought a new boat and invited Peter and I out to the lake on Saturday. It was perfect weather, great company, and an excellent ride.
The Ferran family
Rylee & Braxton in their bedroom
Jason taking Braxton for a tube ride.
The happy couple
The adorable sisters.

When You Want Your Man Smelling Yummy

2008-05-19T13:52:00.001-07:00

Bath & Body Works

What Happens In Vegas

2008-05-19T10:12:00.000-07:00

This is such a cute movie and it's absolutely hilarious. If you haven't already seen it, you need to get to the theater. You just need to fork over your life's savings for a ticket, bag of popcorn, and drink and you're all set. It's such an adorable movie.

It's The Little Things

2008-05-15T15:49:00.001-07:00

It's amazing the little things that make me happy. For example you'll notice my blog is different. Thanks to my cousins adorably sweet wife Caitlyn my blog is different and cute (well, cuter in my eyes). I can't tell you how many little butterflies are scrambling in my belly. I feel so great I want to shout it from the rooftops. Now, you may feel sorry for me that I don't have much going in my life that blog changes would get me this excited, but you'd be wrong. It's the little things in life that are sometimes the sweetest and by golly do I feel SA-WEET! Thanks Caitlyn. You're the best!!!

What If I Were Blind?

2008-05-15T14:08:00.000-07:00

I often ask myself, "What if I were blind" or "What if I were deaf". I then try and imagine my life without my sight or hearing. I sometimes close my eyes or plug my ears to get a small taste of what it'd be like. It's not that I wish either of these things upon myself, but they are questions that pop into my head from time to time. So anyway the question of blindness came to me while on the way to restroom today. I decided to make an attempt to complete my business with my eyes closed and "be blind" for a few minutes. After locking the stall door I shut my eyes tight and began the process. I won't go into details of the releasing event, but I will tell you it was a weird experience. It took a few seconds to locate the toilet paper and it took nearly a minute to find the handle to flush. I was worried I might miss and slip my hand into the toilet or something disgusting. After finally locating the handle and successfully flushing I turned for the door and walked right into one of the side wall partitions causing a loud "SMACK!" to which my neighbor asked, "Are you okay?" I quietly said yes and then ran my hands along the wall until finding the latch. Once the door was pulled open I slowly lifted my lids and looked around the room. Ah, sight. What a blessed thing. I headed toward the sink to wash my hands and took a look in the mirrow. Oh Man! I put rudolf to shame with my bright red nose from the smackdown with the wall. Ugh, how embarassing. I stared at myself for a second then said to myself, "Oh well. At least I can see right?" I proudly opened the restroom door and strutted back to my office. While I got a few funny stares on the way I didn't mind, because I was grateful I had the site to see those amused looks.

Happy Mother's Day

2008-05-11T20:48:00.001-07:00

We celebrated this special day by dropping by Peter's parents to give his mother a summer party basket filled with diet coke, peanuts, bubbles, sidewalk chalk, a frisbee, ice water fan, and a few other things. The container was a metal cold beverages container. It turned out really cute.
We later went to my sisters house and ate dinner and had a few laughs.

I hope all you mothers and mothers to be had a wonderful day today. I truly love all the moms in my life and am so grateful for all the wonderful examples I have that surround me. Happy Mothers Day.

Hole Zo

2008-05-11T20:22:00.001-07:00

My grandparents were in town this weekend so we went to Hogle Zoo on Saturday. They'd never been and Peter being the animal lover he is was more than happy to be their tour guide.

After going through the pictures I had taken at the zoo I realized I didn't have any of the animals we saw. I guess that's how it goes when I'm the photographer.

From Pomeranian To Dingo

2008-05-07T20:25:00.000-07:00

Peter and I had Bear shaved today. While there are several articles that say you should never shave a Pomeranian, those articles are for 5 pounders. Bear is 23 pounds and since it's started getting warmer he lays on our kitchen floor since it's the coolest placed he can find. His tongue is usually hanging out 8 inches from his mouth and he looks so miserable. Peter and I decided to give him some freedom from his fur for the summer. I miss his cute fur, but am glad he seems happier and cooler.
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After:

Peter's Birthday Celebration: Part 3

2008-05-04T21:03:00.001-07:00

Today was the last day we celebrated Peter's 29th. My family came over for a bbq, badminton, and fire in our fire pit.

This weekend was a lot of fun. I love celebrating Peter's birthday because I always challenge myself to make each years events bigger and better. Fortunately when there are times things don't work out Peter's a great sport and is always willing to make adjustments to the plans. He's a real sweetheart and I couldn't have asked for a sweeter hubby.

Peter's Birthday Celebration: Part 2

2008-05-04T20:45:00.000-07:00

Saturday was Peter's birthday so I started his day off with a pom pom hat and some presents. Due to the playoffs I themed everything around basketball.

There was a lot of static so Peter and I couldn't resist putting balloons on Bear. Surprisingly he didn't mind so he just walked around until we finally took them off.
Later that day Peter and I went to his parents house for dinner and more b-day celebration. I couldn't figure out why his mom put 11 candles on his cake and 2 were pink and 9 were blue. DUH! 29! I'm so lame sometimes...or is it all the time?After dinner, cake, and presents we went outside to jump on the trampoline and play. After jumping around for a while and playing keep away the ball we were using got stuck on the roof so Peter's brother jumped up to get it. Before coming down both him and Peter thought it'd be a good idea for Brian to jump off the roof onto the tramp. It seemed like a good idea at the time, but it turned out to be a little scary. Brian jumped at an angle so when he landed on his butt he got thrown backwards and landed on his neck and back on the trampoline bar. Fortunately he wasn't thrown further otherwise he would have landed on his head on the concrete so while he got hurt pretty bad, he was very lucky. We visited Brian today and he's still really sore, but it appears there's nothing broken and he's just really bruised and sore. He's very fortunate and luckily won't be trying this again...ever.

Peter's Birthday Celebration: Part 1

2008-05-04T20:27:00.000-07:00

Peter turned 29 on Saturday and to celebrate I made plans for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I first took the day off on Friday to spend the day with Peter. We played tennis in the morning and let me tell you, I've got some crazy mad tennis skills.

Okay, so really I suck at tennis. I got bored and started hopping over the net. Peter's really good, but I'm not the best action shot photographer so I don't have any good pics of him. Just trust me though, he's a regular Andy Roddick, both in awesomeness of the sport and hotness of the body.

I later told Peter we had early dinner reservations for just the two of us. The plan was to have a couple of our friends at the restaurant waiting so when Peter and I showed up he'd be surprised. The plan was working until the hostess at Tucanos said, "Oh yes, your party's already seated". Ah!!! Peter just started smiling and hugged me telling me it was still a surprise. We ate a lot of food, talked a lot, and took oodles of pics.

After dinner we went to my sisters house and had cake. Amber and I attempted to make cakes that looked like basketballs and one cake that looked like a butt. I know it sounds gross, but the idea was really funny when I thought it up a few weeks ago. Neither cake turned out, but Peter said he loved them anyway. He's such a sweetie.

For All You Twilight Lovers

2008-05-01T07:30:00.000-07:00

Click on the link below. It's behind the scenes look at twilight.
http://www.mtv.com/overdrive/?id=1585900&vid=226476

Red Robin

2008-04-29T19:59:00.000-07:00

On Friday night Peter and I went to dinner with his coworkers. Peter and his friend Curtis were bored while waiting for our food so they decided to pose as manikins in the window. Peter never cracked a smile, not in the entire 10 minutes he stood there.

On our way home I convinced Peter to take a funny faced picture.

Then we took a normal smiley one.

Teasing Is No Joke

2008-04-25T11:05:00.000-07:00

This morning was a typical Friday morning for me. I woke up, went to the gym, rushed home to shower, fixed my hair and applied my make-up, dressed in my casual Friday clothes, grabbed some breakfast, and then headed out the door to work. Shorly after arriving to work I needed to make a small pit stop. After entering the always interesting aroma filled restroom I made a quick glance in the mirror while heading towards the stall. I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks. Surely my mind was playing tricks on me and I hadn't caught a glipse of my hair looking like John Travolta's from Hairspray (the volume, not style). I slowly turned around to check myself out in the mirror. To my horror and embarassment that's exactly what it looked like! What on earth was I thinking when I was fixing my hair this morning?! I must have blacked out and gotten into some sort of teasing frenzy and then after coming to, didn't notice. Or even worse, maybe I didn't black out and I knew exactly what I was doing and when I was finished I actually liked the way it looked! What? NO! This can't be! I frantically tried running my fingers through my entangled hair to get it lay down lower, but there were too many snarls from all the teasing from earlier! I sprinted to the sink and damped my hands with water and attempted yet again to run my fingers through my hair. OUCH! Too many tangles. What to do, what to do. Eureka! I have a comb in my purse. I quietly inched the restroom door open making sure no one was around to see my now dampened and snarled hair. The coast was clear. I hurried past the receptionist and practically started running as my office was getting closer. I hurried through the doorway and grabbed my purse and turned it over so all it's contents fell onto the floor. Compact, wallet, camera, lotion, purell, lipgloss, keys, etc...EVERYWHERE. What's this!? NO COMB!? Now what was I going to do? Being the overly dramatic individual that I am I started debating if I should run home to fix this catastrophic situation but then a thought came to my mind. Way back when I bought a small brush that I left here at work. I reached over and pulled out one of my drawers and a beam of light shined in towards the back. There, my beautiful little blue and green brush was lying there, just waiting to be woken from its darkened slumber. I reached in a picked up the small little brush. Never had I felt anything so pure and lovely. With the greatest care and ease I applied the brush to my scalp and slowly started to pull down towards the ends. It took some time and a few "ouches" to get through it, but I'm happy to report...My hair is now under control and is no longer a teased out hairsprayed helmet. Crisis averted.

Don't Just Smile...Get Active

2008-04-21T20:52:00.001-07:00

Earlier today I was telling Peter that I thought our pictures were all starting to look the same. You know, a smile here, a smile there, let's just smile everywhere. Granted I wouldn't want to have pictures where we're both upset in every shot and we look as though we hate our lives. It's just, I get tired of only having pictures where we're smiling. I want action shots and funny faces. For FHE I suggested that Peter and I walk around our house and take silly pictures of each other. Peter wasn't down with the idea since the 2nd playoff game for the Jazz was tonight so I found some pictures from a trip we took to Oregon 4 years ago. I wouldn't necessarily categorize them as funny, but they're different and that's what I like.

Peter had to one up me with the flipped out leg.
The Thinker

Smack that, all on the floor, smack that, give me some more...

Bear Cave, Peter played the bear and I played the victim.
What was that?I try and make goals every week that I usually have no intention of reaching. This week however is different.
Goal for the week of the 21st: Catch Peter on a silly day and take some randomly silly pics.

Nighty Night

2008-04-21T20:17:00.000-07:00

Peter and I were pretty lazy over this past weekend. Usually we're out and about and we have to lock our dogs out which neither of them are fans of. Both puppies were loving having us home most of the weekend especially Rufous who was using Peter as a pillow.

My Mother

2008-04-13T21:06:00.000-07:00

I was reading over the post I just updated about my mom's birthday and realized I didn't have a good picture of her on there. Oops. I decided to create a new post to show you all how close my mother and I really are.
This picture was taken while vacationing in Ireland. Peter thought it'd be funny to get a picture on the sacraficial alter by the Blarney Castle with my mom "choking me". My mom got a little too into character and she actually started choking me for real (she claims she didn't mean to but the jury's still out on that one). She put all her body weight on my neck. I was quite frightened when I saw a bright light speeding towards me. Just before everything went dark the pressure on my jugular ceased and I was let up.
So as you can see, we're quite close.
In all seriousness, my mother and I get along quite well. She's a terrific mom and a great friend. I love her dearly and am glad she's so sweet and lucky she's my mom.

Rylee Roo

2008-04-13T20:47:00.000-07:00

Peter and I spent some time at my sisters house this weekend and we had so much fun with little Rylee. She's so funny and always does the most random things. Peter and I laugh because for whatever reason when she does something funny or makes a face we find we do the same thing. Here's a few pics to show you what I mean.
Angry Faces
Rock On!
Zerberts!
Lovies
Rylee's so funny and so adorable. While she has her not so adorable moments, I still love her to pieces and her fun little personality.

My Little Mama

2008-04-13T20:22:00.000-07:00

My sweet little mom's birthday was last Wednesday. Since mutual is on Wednesdays and both my parents work with the youth we weren't able to celebrate her special day until the day after. We decided (the kids) to make my mom dinner, get her a cake, and have a little family party. She was shocked we were making dinner since all of us usually opt to eat out somewhere. We had a really good time and thanks to my sweet hubbie the tacos turned out AMAZING! Here's some pics from the evening. They're random, but we're a random sort of bunch.
Amber & Peter starting dinner.

This is my dad's signature move. It's a little frightening, but I crack up every time he does it.

Peter was showing Braxton how to dunk a ball while going horizontal on the trampoline.

Mandie and Josh. Check out Josh's 'stache'. Peter and I keep telling him if he keeps growing it he'll start looking like a 70's porn star.
Braxton and Rylee helping my mom blow her candles out.We had a great time at Amber and Jason's. It's always fun getting together with family to celebrate someone's birthday. I just think it's more fun when it's mine that's being celebrated. :)

I Scream, You Scream, We All Scream For Ice Cream

2008-04-10T13:10:00.003-07:00

I absolutely love ice cream. I could eat ice cream everyday and never get sick of it. I'm always up for trying a new flavor, particularly one with chocolate and throughout the years I'd say these are my 2 current favorites. If you're looking for a deliciously frozen indulgence I say look no further. Don't pay attention to the calorie or fat content and try them if you haven't already. These are both so divinely lip smackingly, deliciously yummy.

Jell-O

2008-04-09T19:07:00.000-07:00

This may seem hard to believe but I have never made jell-o (well, hard to believe for those who don't know my cooking capabilities or the lack thereof). I've seen my mom make it, my friends, in-laws, etc... Basically everyone I know in this world has made jell-o except for yours truly. The other day I decided to embark into uncharted terrority and I made my first batch. I had Peter test it out to see if I did okay.

Survey Says:

And the crowd went wild! (me being the crowd). Now that I've conquered Jell-O I'm onto hot chocolate. Wish me luck!

Ba-Beep

2008-04-03T15:11:00.000-07:00

Since I've been licensed to drive I've always considered myself an overall considerate driver. Unless absolutely warranted I don't cut people off just because they cut me off or ride people's tails or yell at them for being the dumbest driver I've ever encountered. I usually hop in my car, crank the radio and jam to Britney Spears (yes, I'm still her fan and probably always will be) while trying to get to my desired destination. One thing I've always hated doing was to honk at people for not pulling forward through a green light. I usually throw my hands in the air mouthing, "GO!" at them which has proven a waste of time because the person's head is usually down searching for something in their vehicle, thus being the reason they haven't seen the green light above them. A few months back I encountered this annoying situation while on my way to work. I'm not exactly sure what came over me but when the individual in front of me clearly hadn't seen the green light above I no had no desire to yell and throw my hands up like a dork, but I actually tapped my horn and a remarkable thing happened, the driver perked up and drove through the light! So is this really what happens when you press on the center of your steering wheel? Drivers smarten up and wake up? Since discovering this new and exciting feature on my car I now firmly plant my hand on the center of steering wheel and with the greatest care (and sometimes force) press down and my heart flutters from the results. I'm no longer a honkless a driver. I now honk at least 3 times a week and it feels great! Thank you horn in the car creator. You truly are a genius.

T-G-I-F-H-E

2008-04-01T20:30:00.000-07:00

Last night Amber, Jason, Braxton, and Rylee joined Peter and I for family night at the bowling alley. There were a lot of strikes, spares, and laughs.

Peter throws the ball so hard and fast I'm always surprised he doesn't break the pins in half. Check out that wind up.

Jason had the smoothest throw of us all. One of my favorite things about Jason is no matter what he's doing, he's always got a smile on his face.

Peter won both games. Amber and Jason came in 2nd and 3rd, and I think I was somewhere in 4th position (surprise, surprise). My goal was to beat Rylee and luckily I scored more than 30.

Tippy Toes

2008-03-30T21:51:00.000-07:00

Before:After:

Thanks Becky. I had so much fun.

Good golly, Miss Molly

2008-03-30T21:49:00.000-07:00

Since I don't watch the news all to often I was more than shocked when I opened up the blinds this morning to see this....

Hokey Pokey

2008-03-30T21:43:00.000-07:00

Tonight Peter and I stopped by my sisters house and her daughter Rylee was cracking me up. She learned the hokey pokey at preschool and sang it about 15 times.

Doesn't she sound just like a chipmunk?

Ring The Alarm

2008-03-27T20:03:00.000-07:00

Tonight my cousin and his buddies came over to install our security system. I'm so excited it's getting done. It's not that our neighborhood is scary or anything, but I enjoy having that added piece of protection especially for the times when Peter's traveling.

One of Derrick's friends was cracking me up. Every time I tried to get a candid shot of them doing something he'd turn and pose and pretend he was talking.Now that our alarm system is in ya'll better think twice before you come over and attempt to steal our ShopKo special $30 coffee table. It ain't gonna happen.

Old Bed + New Paint = New Bed

2008-03-23T19:01:00.000-07:00

When Peter and I moved into our house I mentioned I didn't care for the stain of our bed. Since Peter was on board with my idea we decided not to set our bed up until we had either stained it or painted it. 8 1/2 months later we finally painted it (I know, we're procrastinators in most our ventures or projects). Any who, at first I was leaning towards a dark stain, then I thought about brown paint, and finally I chose...

The original plan was to bring our bed to my parents so we could work in my dads shop and then paint it up there. This happened, only the we part didn't exactly happen. My dad ended up jumping in and him and Peter did everything while I stood around taking pictures. I'm glad my dad used his sprayer, because had I tried to use it I probably would have given all the cars in the driveway a new paint job.

Peter and my dad did such a good job. I can't wait to get our bed set up and finally get our mattress and box springs off the floor!