Aren't We Just Festive?

Instead of my boring summaries of the activities we have done over the past few weeks, I just posted pictures. I am lazy and the pictures are cute. We did a corn maze, a pumpkin patch, played in the leaves, and went trick or treating. Hope you had a good Halloween!!

The Truth Always Comes Out...

For the last six years I have been in a relationship with one of the most wonderful and talented people I have ever known. Recently I had what I can only call a moment of weakness. I didn't want to. I always swore I was not capable of such a thing, and it is painful to admit, but I was unfaithful. Not just unfaithful, but unfaithful with a person who has been a close friend of my husband for years and is also our business accountant. I guess I need to just come right out and face the truth; I had my hair done by someone other than Andrea. She has been there for the long, the short, the brown, the blond, the red, all the stages of Monica and I betrayed her. I sought comfort in the welcoming arms of Stacy. (Yes, she really is our accountant and happens to be a very gentle and loving cosmetologist.) I feel like such a hair whore.

I Suck at Murder Mysteries.....

Marcus and I went to a Murder Mystery Party on Saturday that was put on by some of our friends. They did one last year too, but I was so sick from the pregnancy that I didn't have a very good time. We decided to give it another try. I do have to say that this year was much better. The whole thing was still a little corny and had to leave Emma with a babysitter for the first time. (yah, I was a nervous wreck) Emma did fine with the babysitter and I only called once. We divided up the kids; Jessi, Taylor and Christian were at the house with a babysitter, and we took Emma to a different sitter. I will totally admit I am an overly paranoid mom whose kids are going to grow up and be so sheltered and need lots of therapy and all there problems are going to come back on me...anyway, I digress. I have a hard time at these kind of parties; they make me come out of my comfort zone. I have to make an idiot out of myself...it's okay to do that around people I know, but a few of the couples there we didn't know. It was still fun, but next year I refuse to spend as much money as we did on the party this year. I have never been a real big fan of Halloween. Every year growing up I was always just a Punk Rocker. With these two parties, I have had to come up with costumes and makeup and such. It's not really something I am good at or enjoy. I don't like to be scared and all the candy goes right into my mouth and directly to my butt and thighs. I normally like to decorate but most of the Halloween decorations are animated and little kid looking. I don't like those kind of decorations. This year I didn't do much as far as decorating goes; Christian gets into everything and would break what ever he could reach. Going to the party kinda put the me in the Halloween mood and I am excited to put Christian and Emma into their costumes for our ward party. I will defiantly put pictures of them up...they are much cuter then we were!!

Freaking A!! Why didn't anyone mention how fat this costume made me look?! Oh Wait!! I had to have been wearing a fat suit as part of the costume...yah, that's it.

I'd Like To...

I'd like to believe that it doesn't count if I eat six mini donuts in less then five minutes if nobody sees me.

I'd like to believe that my house can clean it's self.

I'd like to believe there is light at the end of the tunnel.

I'd like to believe I have never disappointed anyone.

I'd like to believe I have been a positive influence in someone's life.

I'd like to believe my babies will grow up with fond memories of their childhood.

I'd like to believe everything happens for a reason.

I'd like to believe I will get a full night's sleep again...someday.

I'd like to believe someone out there misses me.

I'd like to believe I'm a decent person.

I'd like to believe I am being thought of right now.

I'd like to believe that believing is enough.

Blah, Blah and More Blah...

I have all these great ideas for posts that I want to do. But do I do them? No. Why? Who knows. Too busy? Too lazy? Too tired? It's probably a combo of all three. I also realized that I don't want to be one of those people who post about all the "cool things" they do that no one really cares about. I don't want to post to make people think I am cool. I'm not, I all ready know that. The days seem to go by too quickly. I found myself bawling as I was going through Emma's clothes, having to put the ones that were too small away. Where did the last four months go? I feel like I missed so much. When does life get normal again? I can't say back to normal because things have changed and that normal is no longer normal. I keep thinking, "After this thing happens, life will get normal." or "After this event, life will slow down." I find I am wrong every time. I'm sure if I was more organized and on top of things, life would go smoother and everyone would be happy. I thrive off routine. I miss routine. Just when I think Christian is back on a routine, he won't go to sleep until midnight. (Yeah, we are going on about a week of this.) Just when I think Emma is on a routine, wait..Emma. Routine. That's a funny thought.
I decided awhile ago that I wanted to run a marathon next year, so that means I should start training now. Have I started yet? Of course not. I keep thinking, "Yeah, tomorrow I'll go run a mile." Tomorrow has come and gone a lot. I haven't ran at all. I am determined to do it though. I will tomorrow for sure. I'm also giving up Dr Pepper...tomorrow. I will also do all the laundry, clean the whole house, pay all the bills and be happy...tomorrow....all tomorrow.