I'm a Copy Cat....

My friend Lorinda posted this and I almost peed my pants. Only watch if you have seen the movie Twilight, otherwise you won't understand.

Jolly Ol' St. Nicholas........

We had our church Christmas party tonight. It was pretty fun. There was loads of good food and talent from our branch. Abram got really sweaty from all of the running around and dancing. Be sure to watch the whole video for the surprise mid-dance. Good Stuff, and I had no idea it was coming. I love when that happens, well.....when unless it happens to me.



After the initial "surprise" Abram warmed up to Santa. However a 2 foot distance was maintained-a BIG improvement from last year.

Quote of the Day....

Let me start off by saying that we have lived in a hotel for 4 days because of the Realtor mis communicating with Kris's work. Me, Kris, Abram, and Obi (our dog) in a small hotel room. We got here Saturday night and people from our new ward were there to help. As I went to turn on the lights, there was no electricity. The people who showed up pulled their cars in front of our house and turned on their bright lights and moved us in. Angels in the dark, I am not even kidding. Now on to the quote of the day....


When I worked at the Village we had a little inside joke called "The Quote of the Day". It was a little sarcastic and funny thing we had between the four of us and each day we would try to top one another. Well, here was the one from yesterday. Caution: this post may be a bit negative, and I promise that I am really working on that, but seriously........

The house we moved into is disgusting-especially the kitchen. We have been rented many times throughout our marriage and I have never had this kind of experience before. There was obviously NO EFFORT whatsoever into cleaning this place before the previous people left.So I start vacuuming out the cabinets (yes there is so much that I am using a vacuum) and wiping all of this sticky stuff up and I call the Realtor. This is our discussion:

Me- "Hi, I was wondering what your cleaning policy is on the rental homes."

Her- "What do you mean?"

Me- "Well, I know that we have to lay down a big fat deposit so that we can live here and I assumed that it covers cleaning. However this place is really grose. I have vacuumed food out of the cabinets, there is a mysterious sticky stuff everywhere, I could go on and on."

Her- (insert old lady southern accent) "Well honey, let me make a few phone calls and find out what is going on."

..........long time passes....and then the phone rings.........

Her- "Well honey, apparently the property manager went through with the previous tenants and they even got their full deposit back. They said everything was really clean."

.........I am getting really angry........

Me- "You can't be serious, (and then I proceed to list all of the disgusting things I have found including opened cat food containers outside in the backyard, dead bugs in the basement, leftover partially dissolved potatoes in the cabinet)."

Her- Yah, well they were an older couple, in their 50's, they didn't even have any children."

Me- "Well I know that is not true, b/c everything is baby proofed and we have found several baby items in the cabinets including blankets and bed rails."

Her- "Hmmmm...well you know (PAY ATTENTION FOR THE QUOTE OF THE DAY) I was showing the house one time and a couple of the doors had been left open, maybe someone came in and saw that it was vacant and lived there for a few days."

.................pause of silence as my mouth is hanging open wondering why she would ever say that-being that she is supposed to be a "professional" and this does not look so good on her end..............

Me- (gathering composure) "Um.....should we be worried about that? Some random person coming and living here (insert sarcasm) and "trashing the very clean house"? Should we change the locks?"

Her- "Oh no honey, I wouldn't worry about that."

.........uncomfortable silence.........

Her- "You know if you want, you can call a cleaning company and we can take it off the rent or something."

Me- " That's what we'll do, thanks."

Her- "Okay honey."

So then I send Kris over there to figure out how it will all work out. She wasn't in......so instead of waiting for her to return our calls (which she has yet to do) I have been scrubbing the kitchen for 2 days so I can get things out of boxes.

So that has been a bit of a trial. However, we are in a small branch, and the people here are really great and have been so helpful. Although I feel like there might be more drama coming.....so stay tuned.

The Ugly Cry.....

I have a lot to update, but not a lot of time. We are in a hotel (long story, different post), I am typing in the dark (burning my eyeballs), and have no idea when I will have internet hooked up in the house. On with the post.....

Everyone knows what the "ugly cry" looks like. I will TELL you about mine. First, my nose gets red. Then, I get red circles around my eyes. Next, my eyes get bloodshot, and my face starts to swell, and then the sobbing-oh how I love the sobbing-where everything you..... say...has...a...dramatic...pause...accompanied with a sniff, wiping the snot, catching the breath moment. Only for the next day my face to be swollen in remembrance of the occasion. All in all.....it's pretty awesome. Now put the pregnancy drama of emotions on top-well you get the picture.

We have moved, to a little town in between Atlanta and Chattanooga. My last week in Helena went too too fast. I have really awesome friends there, that I got to be really close to. Abram's best friends are there. The Thursday night before we left some friends and I planned to go see Twilight again (don't judge) for my friend Tab's birthday....or so I thought. I got to her house and she along with my friend Windy planned a surprise goodbye/baby shower party!!! The "ugly cry" almost made an appearance-it started to-but I held it in. So yes, they planned this on my friend's birthday-I still can't get over what good friends they are. We had so much fun hanging out and playing games, and after stayed up WAY TOO LATE just chatting. I really love the friends that I made there, and I miss them terribly. I miss their sassiness, their pure hearts, their good advice, their listening when I need to whine and vent, their willingness to help whatever the situation may be. Dang it, the ugly cry is coming, I can feel it.....

This move is our third, I always get so worked up over the nerdy "Will you be my friend?" crap I have to go through every time. I get all nervous, anxious, and self-conscious, etc. But honestly, I have met so many amazing, talented, and humble people. I feel so blessed to have such amazing people in my life. These women have been such great examples to me. I am so grateful to have stayed in touch with friends from Rincon and now Helena. Okay I need to stop now, I have a long day ahead of me, and a swollen face will not help things at all.

20 Weeks and a Dance Party

I am HALFWAY there!!!! "Only" 20 weeks left to go! And if you are asking me if I am avoiding blogging about leaving, or procrastinating goodbyes, or overeating to dull my sadness, or putting off more packing, then the answer is yes........I will, I am just sad right now.
To change the subject, see that little guy over to the right of this post-not only is he THE cutest, funnest, sweetest little boy EVER, he is also the best dance partner I have ever had. I was getting a bit overwhelmed yesterday morning with the whole packing/cleaning/leaving thing and I found this CD I made a while back of happy songs one of which I completely forgot I had on CD. All it took was pushing play and the two of us looked at each other with big wide smiles and totally broke it down. It was awesome, I was sick of feeling sorry for myself and this really did the trick. Sadly for you, not for me I do not have a video-when I was pregnant with Abram, my sister and I were in the car. A song came on that I really liked and I started to break it down.....to which my sister replied "uhhhhhhh...you need to stop." When I asked why she said, "Because that is NOT cute." I danced up a sweat yesterday and I will tell you what, only one of us was cute......and it wasn't the big pregnant lady. Here is the song along with one of my favorite movie moments, and yes, I busted out some of the moves...........

On to the Story.........

Let's change the subject and have a good ol' poop story! For sensitive readers, don't read. For anyone who has ever been pregnant and has had a SUPER-SENSITIVE (understatement) gag reflex when they smell something bad, sit back relax-and have a laugh on me. Ready? Lets' begin.....

We were on our way home from TN and stopped at Wendy's for a bathroom break. I went first and the bathroom was less than impressive. It was a good thing because Abram decided to "do his business" while he waited in the restaurant with Kris. OF COURSE there isn't a changing station in the men's room, so Abram and I truck it into the women's room. Just as we go in, an older lady beats us to the handicap stall (where the station is) and we wait......and wait.....and I am explaining to Abram how we take turns, blah blah. And then I hear it..............her........"doing her business".

WHY!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!? There was an empty stall right next to it!!!! And if THAT wasn't bad enough, she flushed.............and then flushed AGAIN! I WAS DYING PEOPLE!!!!!! My first thought "How wrong would it be if I made Abram sit in it until the next exit? NO BETH!! Shake it off Beth, you can do this, you can do this!" I almost started doing the boxer jog, to pump myself up and then she opened the stall door. Then she (talking to Abram) says, "Honey, I am so sorry you had to wait on me, that food just gave my stomach some problems, and I made it really stinky in there." Uh......wow, what do you say to that? I laughed and said "Well it's about to get a whole lot stinkier." instead of "TMI LADY! WE HEARD EVERYTHING!!!!"

So there we go into the small stall and yes I left the door open and yes she was 2 feet behind me washing her hands, and then the gagging started. But I didn't want to hurt her feelings so I tried to muffle it (which probably made it louder and worse). Normally I cover my face with my shirt and try to smell my deodorant (Secret Vanilla-don't knock it until you are about to vomit) unfortunately, I was wearing a criss cross v-neck so that wasn't an option. Abram is on the table thing looking at me wide eyed and I am looking around for ANYTHING I grabbed one of his wipes and held it over my face. When the lady left I started gagging like crazy and changed his diaper as quickly as possible and ran out of the bathroom. Tears were streaming from my eyes as I ran out and looked at Kris who looked at me paused and then said, "Noooooooo.....the old lady?" and I nodded, tears still streaming. And he said "Oh honey, that sucks."

Oh the joys of motherhood.

WARNING!!!!

I need to forewarn those that read this blog that this week might be a little depressing, I mean, I will TRY to put cute Abram stories in the mix, but overall-this is a very sad week for us-me. We are moving on Saturday. This is the part of the adventure I HATE, I LOATHE, I DETEST..... you see, I am a bit of an "emotional stuffer" if you will. I am the kind who will stuff all of the sadness usually until I am on the drive to our next location-and then I pop in an Elmo movie for Abram, and bawl my eyes out. The "problem" is-that I am pregnant, which hurts the whole emotional stuffing plan. You see, EVERYTHING gets to me. SO when I think about moving, I cry. Don't get me wrong, no one sees me (exception of Kris, Abram, and Obi-but even then I try unsuccessfully to hide it). But nonetheless, it has been happening a lot lately. I have made some really awesome friends here that I love a lot.............So what have I been doing? Avoiding it! The problem with that is, we never have much notice-example we found out last week before leaving to go home for Thanksgiving that we would be moving this weekend. Okay, the tears are starting, I need to go, and to totally change the subject, I will post a "poop story" that happened this weekend, I mean, really, who doesn't love a good poop story?

Other than that........consider yourself warned.