Free Playset.

When I lived in Pima, someone gave me a playset. It's nothing too fancy, but a sturdy one that was really fun. I have no need of it, and no means of transporting it. But if anyone would like it, they just have to go get it. Or if you think of anyone that is need of something like that, let me know. I just can't move it, especially from Mesa.

(Playset has been spoken for. Will let everyone know if they change their minds. Just glad to have it off my hands.)

Man down! Man DOWN!

Everyone gets so scared of Friday the 13th. I do NOT understand why. Let me tell you, it was a lovely day for me. Just lovely. It was busy. That's the day I booked it home to be with the kids. It took a little while longer, but it was all around an AMAZING day. Yet people freak out like the universe is going to come spiraling down or something. What they don't realize is that that could happen any day!
Yesterday was that day. I was on edge a little anyway because I missed working out the night before. Things were okay at work, but not running smoothly. Poor Roy did a fabulous job despite the extra workload that got dumped on him. Anyway, after a stream of nonclimatic yet just not fabulous events, I finally made it home at 9. Not daring to miss another day of work out, and incapable of doing one of my DVD's since I lent out my laptop, I decided that running at night in the city isn't usually a good idea, but sometimes you have to just risk it.
I no longer worry about betting mugged or hit on. No, I found that its the sidewalk that will get you. Almost exactly halfway through my loop (too far to turn back) my foot caught on sidewalk where the level was different...and I went down like the Titanic. Dont worry, it was on a busy street but thankfully no one stopped as I just stayed on the ground, wondering how many people had just witness my completely ungraceful, fully sprawled spread eagle slide across the concrete. And that was where it began. I HAD to keep going to get home at a humane hour, despite the scratched, bleeding body parts, sore knees, and holes in my pants.
From them I managed to not only drop my keys outside my apartment, but have them fly from the keychain in every direction. Not only electrocuted myself trying to hook up the DVD player for my yoga dvd, but unplugged the internet. Brian, who was hungry, caffeine deprived, and in the middle of gaming was just pleased. The fact that my head is still attatched to my body is a testament to itself that he really does love me. So then I gave up and fell asleep still in my ripped up pants watching sex and the city on the couch, that turns out is actually more comfortable that my bed (a completely OTHER story from the moving weekend of torture). BUT it turns out to punish me for scratching it during my tumble, my phone shut itself off. So running late, and after a painful shower with fresh wounds, here I am at work, counting down the hours left til the weekend. And as I look at my now sandpaper hands, scraped up elbow, sad looking phone, feel the pounding in my head, and feel my bruised knees when I walk, I just feel super beautiful and graceful. And my pants are still tight from the last round of emotionalness, so chocolate is off limits. Friday the 13th has NOTHING on me!

(Sorry to complain, but sometimes you just have to.)

Pet Peeve

Whenever you are on edge, other people pointing it out RARELY helps. For example, when someone says "Are you grumpy today?" or "What has you so on edge?," If you weren't that way, then suddenly you are. Ugh.

My Review.

I am usually not super pro chick flicks. I usually find them depressing and completely lacking in realism. Yet somehow, this movie won me over.

The things I liked about it was that it gave you so many different scenarios that anyone can identify with a character if not several. Also I really like Alex. The way he talked to her is the way that Brian helps me. He would always let me know when I was starting to get into that girl thinking and would pull me back into reality.

Of course the they threw in some happy ever afters, but I still give it an overall A.

(Picture stolen straight off Leseli's Blog. Thanks Love!)

Pima Girls Just Get it.

Leseli, this one is for you.
(I better be spelling your name right.)
On the way home i realized i hadn't spent NEARLY enough time with my favorite Pima girl. So I decided to swing by the roping and took some sweet pics with Leseli. Also got some shots of the boys. Clyde was OBVIOUSLY not ready for the flash and Chad was focused on those fries with cheese, if that's what that really was. Leseli and I are voting that the odds were against him. I REALLY wish we would have been closer in age growing up. We could have caused some GREAT trouble. She is definatley a keeper!

So gross on SO many levels.

This picture got on their twice, but Les looks good in it.

Cookie Contest

I do NOT like Valentine's Day. I feel like its freaking pointless past 6th grade. I REFUSE to celebrate the holiday.....and then in comes the kids.
Those kids have me so wrapped around their little fingers that even my worst nightmare of a holiday was fun with them. I LOVED making valentines with them and we always spent valentines day decorating the house, delivering valentines, and of course getting the girls dolled up in pink and red with glitter and nail polish and every other thing that girls just need. So this year I had no idea what i was doing, but absolutely no intention of celebrating the dark day. And then the kids came into play one more time. I guess they heard i might be coming and it was over from there. I had told Ariel what we used to do and bless her sould she went above and is a genius with streamers. It took FOREVER after work to get there, but it was an amazing night. They kids decorated cookies, made valentines i brought and colored the ginormous dora coloring book I bought. the cookies were GORGEOUS! The person one was done by Emma, and is me. I never looked so good! This is only some of them too.

The girls really focused on the cookies and did a GREAT job. James was busy swiping the suckers!

Oh, and there was fun dip involved. Emma makes it look So pretty though.

Who needs a holiday? Every day with the Curtis's is a holiday in my book. I have never regretted a moment spent with them.

Angels and Superheros

I am never alone. In my hardest times God has always sent angels to carry me through.

This is my tribute to Mike, my saving grace. We have been friends for a while, but he really has stepped up to the plate to help me lately. He has helped me with moving and seriously kept me sane. I get homesick really easily, but he has kept me both grounded and giggling at the same time. Since he is new here too, we have fun figuring things out and he keeps me from getting into too much trouble and killing myself in traffic. So even though he will probably never see this post, I have to pay him his due respect. He even spent half the super bowl putting together my dresser. That's right up there on super hero status to me.

Too bad I make a better Batman though!!!