Does This Dress Make My Butt Look Matronly?

The last time I had to buy a formal dress was when I was VERY pregnant with Lucas. Obviously I was less that excited about having to buy a somewhat expensive dress while feeling, to put it delicately, puffy. Well, with an upcoming wedding, (that is nothing like I've attended), I've been told to dress for a black tie/white tie occasion. Which means I was a little bit excited to get to buy a fancy dress. Fast forward to this weekend. My friend Heather and I started perusing the internet and local stores only to come up with the likes of the dress that is above. Finding a formal dress that isn't matronly, but not harlot-esque is a hard task. Everything was one extreme or the other! I did end up buying a dress (not the one above or below), but I had to have it altered!!?? Does anyone know of a place that sells dresses for this market? I know there are dress shops like shabbyapple and the like, but I haven't seen the formal thing done yet. I know I won't have the need to buy a dress like this for a loooooog time, but when I do I would appreciate someone starting a company to take care of my needs. Thank you!

I Won't Grow Up!

Luke is almost 2 1/2 now and I'm starting to think he needs to move to a big-boy bed and a big-boy room. Here's what his room looks like now. I'm still coming up with ideas for the new room, but I think it will be robot themed. I'm sure it won't be done for awhile, but when it is done I'll post the after pics.

Robot Zombie Guy Hits The Big Time

Robert Muraine's new IKEA commercial.

He's mesmerizing!

Countdown

We're getting ready for our upcoming trip, or rather, we're thinking about getting ready.  If my old luggage were worn out and I had an extra chunk of change, this would be the luggage for me.  So much easier to spot on the luggage carousel!  If your wallet is feeling a little too heavy you can buy your new luggage here.  I know this is the outfit I usually wear to the airport.

A Sight to Behold

I think I can remember almost every Olympics since I was born. I remember feeling excited when Mary Lou over came her bad ankle. I remember Mo Jo and her multi-colored tights and I remember Ben Johnson running with the flag after he'd won his gold. During the 2002 winter Olympics I worked for Nu Skin, which was a sponser, so I got to be right in the thick of things. For the last summer Olympics Jared & I were traveling through Europe and I remember thinking that we should maybe try to change our travel plans so they wouldn't coincide with the games. It's a minor statement to say that I'm obsessed with them.

Let's start with the opening ceremonies. If you missed it, you should be very, very sad. I can't even describe how excited I was watching that amazing scene. I had the chills and jitters all at the same time. I've never seen anything like it!! The 2008 drummers and 2008 guys in the printing blocks!!! A-mazing! My friend came over the other day and I went on and on in detail about the opening ceremonies and the stories of athletes that were competing that day......I think she was bored to tears, but she was a good sport.

I'm going to watch every minute of the games that I can. I love the sports. I love the athletes. I love thinking that there is probably a sport out there, that I haven't discovered yet, that I might be able to win a gold medal in. Badminton maybe?? It's an official Olympic sport!

I don't do well without sleep.....

Jared has been gone most of this week and I tend not to sleep well when I'm the sole person that would be defending our house in the event of a break in. I do sleep with the car keys by my bed so that I can press the car alarm if someone has his hand around my throat (a tip from a scare email). Most of my neighbors know that they should come running if they hear it go off at night. (oops - Sorry again about the false alarm last month.) Well, what button do I push when I'm convinced something bad is going to happen, but I don't know what?.....

Last night at around 5 a.m.:

I am sleeping soundly when all of a sudden I am woken abruptly by a teenage boy's voice saying "hey!" really loud. I feel like he is right next to my bed. I wake up startled and check the room to make sure that no one is there. Then I remember that this same thing happened a few weeks ago. Jared was home when it happened and it was a first time happening, so I wasn't as freaked out. Obviously right now I AM freaked out. I am convinced that something bad has happened in our house and there is a ghost in it. Is it a good ghost? Is it a bad ghost? Do I watch Medium too much?

I say a few prayers and panicking I run downstairs to make sure Luke is OK. Luke is fine and is very annoyed with me when I touch his chest to make sure he is still breathing. He mumbles something that sounds like "leave me alone you crazy mom". As I sit in Luke's rocking chair I realize I am being silly and that I just need some sleep. I have the urge to pick Luke up and bring him to bed with me. "No," I tell myself, "he and I both sleep horribly together. I don't want my craziness to ruin his goodnight sleep." I stay downstairs for awhile just to make sure things are normal. Aren't I thorough? I slowly walk back into my room smiling to myself at how dumb I am being. I left the lights on just so slightly and as I walk in, (pause for dramatic effect) I see someone sitting on my bed. Surge of adrenaline! My eyes adjust..... just the pillows piled high in a life-like formation.

My eyes don't close for the next 3 hours.

I wish I could say that this is an isolated incident, that I haven't been convinced at 2 in the morning that I have stomach cancer or that there is mold in the house and we need to evacuate the house at that moment. Things are so dramatic at night, and even more so when you haven't had a lot of sleep leading up to it. Am I alone here?

P.S. If I am awoken by this same ghost boy one more time, I am moving.