I Thought Pocatello was a Hick Town

Picture this. Me, standing over the stove, cooking eggs and hash browns, singing this song with all the inflection of my tone-deaf voice and throwing in an occasional hip swivel for added effect when Andy says, "What song are you singing?"

Either I really am the worst singer in the world or Andy needs to be introduced to a little country culture.

Answer? Most likely both, but he's probably never even heard of Garth Brooks either.

You Wouldn't Understand

You know when you tell someone about something funny that happened to you and another friend they haven't ever met and it's not as funny to that someone as it was to you and your friend at the time that it happened?

Meet my family.

Probably not as funny to you as it is to us.

Young Guns

Arms sure can say a lot about who wins triathlons.

Run for the Cure or Run from the Condition

I think I'm going to host a fun run to raise money to help find a cure for Norah's new condition. Not sure what the malady is called though. If I have a say in the matter, I think I'd name it Screaming Eaglitis or Baby Raptoritis. Andy's brother said it sounds like a Michael Jackson interpretation. Maybe I'll call it King of Popitits. And although I'd be raising money to help find a cure, most likely it would go toward increasing her wardrobe because I'm pretty sure I know the only cure for this condition--a larynxectomy.

Guess where we went

Hilary didn't want to blog because she is a bloggerfectionist. So I have to put hilarandious comments on our vacation photos so they ain't banal or bourgeois (spell checked) or don't cause the secretion of too many bormones.

I think the state of Idaho could make a lot of money by licensing it as Viagra falls.

Giddy up buckaroo



Norah could extinguish some forest fires with her faithful geyser of drool.

I would put more pics but blogspot takes too long to upload.

Norah: "Mom, He followed me home. Can I keep him?"
Hilary: "I already had a cow when I was a kid."

I Hope Norah Got His Genes

Word from the wise, only play Andy in Scrabble if your pride needs some checking. Has anyone ever played a true scrabble (where one uses all 7 letters)? And who even knows what the word "novation" even means?

30s

Being in your thirties is like being a tree that blossoms and bears fruit at the same time.
Except, instead of blossoms it's pimples.
And instead of fruit it's gray hairs.

Mom these stripes clash and it makes me sad

I Need to Give a Huge Shout Out to Carrie Rainey

Click here to see how Me + Andy = Booya.

31 Reasons Why I Love My Husband (Okay, Okay, I'll Narrow it Down)

10. He wears this green striped hooded sweatshirt that was cool for 16 year-old skaters to wear about 5 years ago and doesn't care that I think it's ugly.

9. He doesn't get mad at me when I spend $60 on a white noise machine for Norah even though we're flat broke.

8. He LOVES changing Norah's diaper.

7. He writes little love notes on Post-It notes and places them in conspicuous places. Like, one time I opened the fridge and read a note that said, "Me + You = Booya."

6. One time I got a note in the mail. It was a phone call message form taped to a 3X5 card. It read, "JT called. He said he wants his sexy back."

5. He actually wears the pajama bottoms I made for him for Valentine's Day last year.

4. He says words like hugsies and snugglesies.

3. He lets me cut his hair.

2. He spends a bazillion hours studying so he can kick booty in school and hopefully get a good job.

1. Then he comes home and takes care of Norah so I can have a break.

0. Then he wakes up early in the morning and does it all over again.

-1. He doesn't make me feel like an idiot when I misuse words like "literally."

-2. He gave me Norah.



And the number -3 reason why I love my husband . . .

He loves me, thinks I'm great, and literally worships the ground I walk on. I'm pretty dang lucky. Happy Birthday, Sweetie!

Quantum Leap?

Our friend, Bruce, sent an email to Andy with the following two questions and photo.

First question: Where were you circa 1940?
Second question: Are you a time traveler?



Do you see him?

Andy has a fascination with iTouches. He wants one so bad. I now know why--his name is actually Sam and he leaped into the year 2010 married to me. Al is nowhere to be found and Sam is desperate to leap out of this nightmare and he figures that with an iTouch he can get in touch with Ziggy. Surely there's an app for that.

My Kid Can Beat Up Your Honor Student (Not That She Would)

So last week I was giving Norah tummy time which she absolutely hates and it only lasts about 45 seconds at a time because I'm a first-time mom and still hate to listen to her cry (or even whimper). When out of nowhere she rolled over! I couldn't believe my eyes. I was so happy for her. I kissed her, played with her, made her do it again, then immediately googled to see at what age most babies roll over. I was sure she was so early--I mean, she's only three months old. I was thinking to myself while I was searching, "My baby is so smart and strong and coordinated. Surely she's going to be an athlete of Olympic caliber someday."

Turns out three months is normal.