Rising with Rip City

I just got back from the Blazer's first playoff game of the season. They lost; big time! But I still love my boys. It was fun being there with my honey. Plus, there were a few of the former Blazer greats there.
The Happy Couple

Rudy Fernandez, part of the Spanish Connection

Rick Adelman, he coached here when the Blazers were amazing . He coaches Houston now.

Brandon Roy...JR's fvoite player

The NBA commissioner, David Stern. The other picture is of Clyde the Glide Dexler, who is an announcer for Houston now :(

Weight Loss Thursday

Okay, tonight I was at PTA (Yes, I am a PTA mom :o). I hadn't eaten dinner and was eating the sweet treats. My friend, Tiffany, looked at me and said "I read your blog. Are you sure you want to do that?" Thank you, Tiffany. That is why I blog about my struggle.

On a more positive note, I went jogging. I have not run since at least last July. On Monday, I ran a mile and then walked another one. My ankle was killing! Wednesday I ran again. I decided to try out my ward's walking group. I took H and headed to the church gym. We got there, and discovered it was just us. So, H sat on the stage and I ran. It was so much fun! Every lap H met me with a smile, or ran the length of the stage with me. I did great for 15 minutes, but after that it was a struggle. I make myself run for 20 minutes. Then I walked for another 10. H and I did a bunch of my physical exercises and stretched. That was our work out.

I need to get in shape! I want to run in the Starlight. Plus, I have Trek the end of June.

R- Lost her 1st Tooth

Yesterday, R came home from school with her first loose tooth. She was so excited, until she tried to eat lunch. She found it difficult to chew. I tried to pull out the tooth but it hurt her too much. R finally went upstairs to brush her teeth to get ready for the next school. Look what she brought with her when she came down! R decided to take matters in to her own hands, literally. She is proud as punch, and so am I.

Easter Dresses-- Fabulous!

Here are my super, cheesy girls. They wanted to pose for pictures.

They call this one the Octopus pose.

I forced them to do one traditional pose. E had to hold down H's arms.

Enjoying their Easter spoils.

Here are the super models. Notice, they don't exactly match. That was very big for E this year. She is too old to match her sisters, so they coordinate (Okay, it's closer to match. I just have to choose my battles.)


The Easter Bunny brought spring jammies.

Spring Break at the Coast

A walk on the beach



S'mores and a fire

Spring Break 2009

Our breakfast companions

Easter Egg Hunt at Grandma and Grandpa's

As an Easter tradition we always get together with my family before Easter. Grandma and Grandpa have an Egg Hunt. Here is the mad dash out of the house.
This is my lovely sister, Beth. She is due the end of June with her 5th. It's a boy!

Here's all the kids. Note the one exsisting Prince in all the Princesses.
R showing off her find.

E and R search with cousins.

Uncle David and Bena. Bena was missing from the group shot. She just didn't want to stand still.

A Stolen Story... A Lesson from Visiting Teaching

This is a story that I found on a relative's blog. It was too horrorific not to share.

(Okay, I can't move the pictures. You'll just have to scroll around as you read)





A Lesson from Visiting Teaching

Did you know that Mr. Clean Magic Eraser can get pen off of walls, rugs, showers, cabinets, doors, toilets, mirrors, and even out of tile grout? Neither did I. Well at least not until my visiting teachers came over yesterday. See Exhibts A-F below and the story to follow.

Exhibit A: Exhibit B:Exhibit C: Exhibit D:
Exhibit E: Exhibit F:

I wiped it off of the tile floors and glass surfaces (toilet, shower door, mirrors etc.) before I thought to take pictures so it was actually worse than the pictures, if you can believe it!One of my visiting teachers brought along her 2 year old daughter and proceeded to pay NO attention to her the entire visit. It was really quite uncomfortable. She was jumping on the couch and her mother said/did NOTHING. I used my awesome Aunt skills to coax her down with a toy, but you can't exactly yell at/boss around a strangers kid, can you?So while we were chatting, the little "Picasso" snuck away down the hall and the mother didn't go get her. When I realized that the little girl was gone, I went looking for her (note again, that it was ME, not her mom) I found the little girl pen in hand, Jose's desk drawer was "mysteriously" open, and ink was everywhere!!! What a disaster. So then I had to tattle on the little girl to her mother, who I've only even met like twice. The worst part is that the mom didn't even seem to feel that bad about it. I would have been sobbing if my child had done that. Let's just say that if they ever want to VT again, we're doing it at the park, or a restaurant. Not at my house (or my parent's house as the case may be).
But don't worry, you can all breathe a sigh of relief (especially you mom & dad)..... it ALL came off. Every last swipe of it! Above left is what my magic eraser looked like when it was done, and the right is what they look like out of the box (if you've never seen one). They truly work MIRACLES. "Yes Virginia, there is a Mr. Clean." Oh and here's a picture of the door from Exhibit B for proof.So what was the lesson, you ask?1. If you ever have to take your kids to anyone's house, watch them like a hawk. Or better yet, leave them at home with their dad or a sitter.2. Sometimes it is better to miss a visit than leave an everlasting mark of your visit. Trust me, I'll be telling this story at every VT workshop the rest of my life! HA!3. I never want to be that kind of mom.4. Mr. Clean is the PERFECT man. Not only is he extremely buff and macho, but he also really knows how to do housework! He's like your own personal Tony "Micelli" Danza!5. Mr. Clean is also an angel. Did you ever notice his heavenly glow on the box? I think his gold hoop earring is actually a small halo that fell off his head and landed on his ear.Sorry if you think I'm a rude-o. I was extremely nice, polite, and gracious to the mother -- just like my mom taught me to be. But I am human, I have rage, and I must blog.