New toy

This is my new toy. I had my husband look into it for me and find me the best one. It is a net book. I is 1.6 G hrtzs with 1GB memory and a 120 GB Hard drive. I am very excited about it.




You see, my husband works for Dell and therefore we have always had laptops. Well, this last week Dell changed marketing firms and they asked Bryce to return 2 laptops. This has always been a fear of mine, that our free laptops would one day disapear. I didn't want to pay a lot of money to buy a lap top so I went with this.

I am the kind of person that only uses the laptop for internet usage, blogging, listening to music, keeping my pictures and watching movies and stuff. I would also like to start using it for a couple of Book ideas that I have.

This little baby just happens to be perfect for all of those things.

Now, I admit that I am not the happiest person right now and as a result, toys make me feel better. That is why it is good that I have a money conscious husband to help me out with things like this. This beutiful little think cost me a mere $385. That's right $385. Yay! To me it is very worth it.

This earth life of ours is too long not to splurge in a couple things that bring us joy right?

Puppy, I want a puppy!

I want one of these.














We are getting one of these. But who knows when.

My mom

Sharon Elaine Proffitt. Born January 27 1947. Only child, mother of 11, wife to 1, grandmother of, soon to be, 36. My mom gave birth to 11 children in 15 years. That's right, there is only 15 years between me and my oldest sibling, with only one set of twins. At number 10 she went to her heavenly and said " father, I am done. 10 is plenty." but My Heavenly Father had already made me a deal, that My mom would be my mom, you see. So, he slipped me right on in there and 11 it was. My mom is my hero. She is absolutely amazing. I used to say, My mom is like Marry Poppins with just one difference. Marry Poppins is practically perfect and my mom is just plain perfect. She hated it when I'd say that. She felt like it gave people the wrong impression and left her with too much to live up to. Yes, I know that no one is perfect but I am pretty sure that anyone who has met my mother would agree that she is pretty Fabulous.

My mom Grew up in California, as well as my dad. She passed her love of the beach to all eleven of her children. We contiue to go every year. My mom used to take the eleven of us for three weeks every summer. That's right, 3 weeks, camping, with 11 children, by herself for 2 of those weeks. Most of us continue to make it a priority every year to make the 7 hour drive to California and camp with everyone. We go in the summer and we start looking forward to it, I think as soon as we get back to Arizona.


My mom served a full time mission in Germany in 07 - 08. She returned home in July of 08 only to return in October of 08. Why, because the mission president begged her to return. When she told him she did not want to serve another full time mission he mad arrangements for her to serve a stake mission. She will be returning home for good in Febuary. When she told her mission president that when she comes home in Febuary, she'd be staying for good, he was disapointed. He said something to the effect of " I just figured you'd stay until I was released as the mission president". Once you've experienced having my mom in your life, it is hard to not have her in your life. My mom is returning in Febuary because my twin sister is having her second child. My mom trys to be there for each of her children the week after they give birth to every child they have. My mom won't make it for the first week this time but she will be there for week 2 and probably week 3 of little Delaney's life. My sister Joy will be making the trip to help Cassie the first week. My mom taught us well, you see. 9 out of the 11 of us live within about a 10 mile radius of eachother. I believe this is in a large part because of my mom. We hope to be joined by the other 2 eventually.


If you speak to any member of my family about my mom, you will find that we all refer to her as 'my' mom. It has been pointed out several times by the grand children. I think we have all called her 'my' mom forever. There are different theories behind this. One is that because she had so many of us she grew and learned so much with each one of us that she was a different mother to us all. She did things differently and taught things differently. I think it's our childish nature kicking in and we are all a bit stingy with her and don't like to share and therefore she becomes 'my' mom.

Love you mom! Thanks for being such an awesome mom. Happy Birthday! I'm sure dad will be watching over you all day, today especially, making sure it is wonderful.

Best dog ever!

I grew up with the best dog ever. Unfortunately, so did my husband. We are both getting to the point where we a big dog. We already own 2 little Chihuahuas. I can not have kids and therefore, find comfort in children of the animal kind. My husband also enjoys animals. I totally lucked out with my chosen eternal companion in that regard. My mother always said she didn't like animals but she was lying.


I grew up with one of these. A boxer. My dad had a boxer as a kid, I think. When my brother Clark was about 14, I think, he got his own dog. He named him Brody. Papered name, Broderic of Agencore. Not sure of the spelling but it was something like that. Brody was the best dog ever. He was sweet and harmless but very protective at the same time.

He was the runt of his litter but still very large. It seemed as if his main goal in life was to please the members of my family. It only took about an hour to teach him any trick. He could sit, lay, speak, roll over, what ever you wanted him to do.


Brody was in my high school play with me. He played the dog in Oliver. He was off leash on that stage most of the time. The only time he required any kind of restraint was in a scene where the main bad guy used what looked like a metal rod to hit me off of a bench. That first time he pretend swung that rod at me, Brody lunged forward barking and sat his butt firmly down between me and the guy who played the bad guy. From then on One of the girls on stage held on to him during that scene. I swear he flinched everytime though.


All of my neices and nephew hung all over him and pulled his ears and even rode him like a horse at times. He never even let out a single whine. When my neice Kylee was 2 Brody would walk beside her so that he didn't stand taller then her. He was an awesome dog.


My husband, Bryce, grew up with one of these. A yellow labrador Retriever. He was the greates dog ever. His name was Blaze. I don't know if he was papered or not. My husband would often use blaze as a pillow just laying with him on the floor.


Blaze never needed a leash and never went out of the sight of a member of his family. One day while hiking my husbands family found an abandoned momma dog who was very thin and bleeding. She had just had puppies it looked like and was in very bad shape. My husband family took the dog home with them and as Blaze and this beat up dog sat in the car on the way home, blaze licked her and was very kind to her. Never showed any aggression or territorial behavior toward her. He became her best friend and shared her with his wonderful family.


Blaze also seemed as though his only purpose in life was to please every member of his family. He loved them and in return they loved him dearly. He could also do all the tricks, sit, lay, speak, roll over and spin. He was loved dearly.


Blaze was the best dog ever.


So, I want a boxer and Bryce wants a yellow lab. Because I have my chi's I think my husband feels entitled to his yellow lab. His very own yellow lab is what he has always wanted. And yet I can't help but think of sweet sweet Brody.
Which would you pick. I'd like to know what all of you think. Please vote on the upper right hand corner.

I think a couple probably had the same problem and came up with this. It's being called a boxador. They are a mix between a labrador retriever and a boxer.




I like them but I do not think they are quite as cute as either breed.


Have any of you readers ever met one of thes or heard about one of these? If so, I'd love to hear about the experience.

Kids

I got home tonight at 7:30. All I have to say is, right now, I am thinking I don't ever want children.

This made my day today.

A friend of mine made a note on facebook titled Man Rules. It made me laugh and I left a comment saying it made me laugh but as I was reading it I thought of an argument for each one. He said he was curious and that I should post them. So I did. Here they are.


Man Rules

At last a guy has taken the time to write this all down:


Finally, the guys' side of the story. I must admit, it's pretty good. We always hear "the rules" from the female side.

Now, here are the rules from the male side.

These are our rules! Please note that they are are numbered "1" for a reason:


1. Men are NOT mind readers.

1. Learn to work the toilet seat. You're a big girl - if it's up, put it down! We need it up, you need it down. You don't hear us complaining about you leaving it down...

1. Sunday sports: it's like the full moon or the changing of the tides - let it be.

1. Crying is blackmail and will not be tolerated.

1. Ask for what you want. Let us be clear on this one: subtle hints do not work! Strong hints do not work! Obvious hints do not work! JUST SAY IT!

1. "Yes" and "No" are perfectly acceptable answers to almost every question.

1. Come to us with a problem only if you want help solving it. That's what we do. Sympathy is what your girlfriends are for.

1. Anything we said six months ago is inadmissible in an argument. In fact, all comments become null and void after seven days.


1. If you think you're fat, you probably are. Don't ask us.

1. If something we said can be interpreted two ways and one of the ways makes you sad or angry, we meant the other one.

1. You can either ask us to do something or tell us how you want it done - not both. If you already know best how to do it, just do it yourself.

1. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.

1. Christopher Columbus did NOT need directions and neither do we.

1. ALL men see in only 16 colors, like Windows default settings. Peach, for example, is a fruit, NOT a color. Pumpkin is also a fruit. We have no idea what mauve is.

1. If it itches, it will be scratched. We do that.

1. If we ask what is wrong and you say "nothing," we will act like nothing is wrong. We know you are lying, but it is just not worth the hassle.

1. If you ask a question you don't want an answer to, expect an answer you don't want to hear.

1. When we have to go somewhere, absolutely anything you wear is fine...really.

1. Don't ask us what we're thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as football or golf.

1. You have enough clothes.

1. You have too many shoes.

1. I am in shape...round IS a shape.

1. Thank you for reading this. Yes, I know, I have to sleep on the couch tonight; but did you know men really don't mind that? It's like camping.

My response to the "Man Rules"


Let me start by saying that I love my husband very much and I appreciate him dearly.

Notice my ones are bigger then your ones.

1. I never said you were or that I wanted you to be. If you could read my mind your brain would go into over load from trying to solve yours and everyone else's problems. Then you'd be totally useless.


1. Every time by butt hits that water is 10 days you don't get sex. You're a big boy; ponder on that for a minute.


1. Agreed. Same goes for Desperate Housewives, Gilmore Girls and Extreme Makeover Home Edition.


1. "Men take care not to make women weep for God counts their tears" Why are you making me cry? Do what I ask the first time I ask without hurting my feeling with some snide comment and I won't cry.


1. How brain dead do you have to be to not get "Honey, take out the trash" from "Honey, the trash needs to go out"? Seriously!


1. Fine, from now on the answer is always no.


1. Sympathy is Comfort. If you can't comfort me then why am I with you?


1. If you quit saying or doing it over and over again, it will be forgotten. I thought that was self explanatory.


1. If I think I'm fat, you better sure as hell tell me you don't think I'm fat or you can sleep on the couch.


1. Quit saying things that can be interpreted more then one way.



1. If I ask you to do something, for Pete's sake, do it right.



1. Same here! If I'm in the last 10 minutes of a show and you start telling me a story, I will shoosh you. And yes, my show is more important then you. In 10 minutes it won't be.



1. You, my friend, are not Christopher Columbus. It's cute that just because you're both men, you put yourself in his league, though.



1. Hence, I do not care for your opinion on what color I choose to paint the rooms in our house.



1. Okay, when you want kids, scratch that itch yourself.



1. It's worth the hassle if you ever want to see me naked again.



1. If it's a question I don't want an answer to, it's rhetorical. Take the hint.



1. This one is true. But not for you, got it? No black shirts with navy blue shorts or brown belts with black shoes.



1. If I ask you what you what you are thinking about, the answer should always be me. DUH.



1. Clothes, Yes. Outfits, NO.



1. Says the man who thinks he can wear black shoes with a brown belt.



1. I am never fat!


Remember, camping is always temporary. I can make sleeping on the couch permanent. Or at least until you bring me flowers and tell me what I want to hear.


Bryce. I love you honey!

Phew. Glad that's over.

I'm better now. Thanks for letting me rant. A good nights sleep always helps. Everything is riding on the results of this surgery tomorrow. If you would, could you all pray they find something? Thanks.

These Awesome girls

I totally lucked out When it comes to Neices and Nephews. I have no kids and it will probably stay that way for at least another year. Therefore, it is my wonderful pleasure to spoil my nieces and nephews and declare myself the 'cool aunt'. I hope they'd all agree with that. I enjoy the company of my neices and nephews. Because I enjoy them I will ofter invite them to do fun things with me. So, when I was about to head home on Sunday after Sunday dinner I walked past Hanna and Kylee and thought, hmmm I haven't done anything fun with girls in a while so I said " hanna, we haven't been shopping in a long time, we should go tomorrow because I have the day off. Kylee, you should totally come to." So I picked them both up around 10:30 and headed off to platos closet. I got 6 sweaters for $38. The girls got some super cute stuff too. Poor Kylee couldn't find any jeans long enough though. That girl has been like 6 inches taller then since somewhere around the age of 12.

They're gorgeous girls. I think they will have some seriously awesome double dates together. Kylee informed me that she was getting her permit in March. I am old. These girls are 3 months apart which is enough to put them in different grades. They get along fabulously though. Very different, very good, very beautiful girls.


I don't know about them, but I had tons of fun. After Plato's Closet we hit up Deseret book to see if we could find Hanna a CTR ring. She is currently void of any CTR ring. We couldn't find one that fit her but I bought 3 new books that I can't wait to start. Then I took them to lunch at Applebee's and we talked about school and boys and life. The we hit Nielsons Frozen Custard for Dessert. Them not me. I can't eat icecream but they shared a banana split with caramel sauce. We hit Target somewhere in there too. I dropped them both off at Kylees around 3. It was an really good day for me.

How to Endure

I have a new blog. For myself really, but I'd like to share it. It is titled, How To Endure. I have been through many trials in this earth life. At times I am greatful for them and at times I think they suck hard. The new blog is blunt and forward and a lot of the things that I am feeling. Mostly it will be the things that help me endure this life here on this retched earth and makes it just a little bit easier. Check it out if you like. http://www.howtoendure.blogspot.com

Perspective.

Bryce said you couldn't tell how scary it was to watch me go over the edge in my snowmobile accident because my pictures didn't show how steep the edge was. So, here is a new perspective. Katie took these pictures while the men turned around and then pulled my snowmobile back up to the pathway.

What would you say, lika a 75 degree angle?

Our trip to Utah

Let me just start by saying that I have a new found appreciation for the snow but an even greater appreciation for living in the last of the sun. This is again, a ton of pictures.

This is Grandma's little house that her father actually built. A 2 bedroom 1 bath house. Well 3 bedrooms technically. There's one in the basement. But still just one bath. We put 14 adults in this house one night. The rest of the time it was just 7 adults. I love little old Utah houses. They are so cute. This is what 13 inches of snow look like.

And this is what -10 Degrees F looks like. Good timesa.

We of course made a trip to the salt lake temple. It was absolutely gorgeous and I got to visit with my my adorably wonderful friend Tiffany Lloyd who is currently serving a Temple Square mission.

We decided to make an Igloo that Kevin and Luke could sleep in one night. So we just made this big pile on day.

Then it snowed and that and we built on the pile.

Kevin is 6 foot 5 and our pile is almost as tall as he is. Pretty cool huh?

The lovely Katie Christiansen. Sorry boys, she's taken.

Luke starting to dig out the inside of our Igloo. That guy is a trooper and the taker of katie. We like him. He gets our 2 thumbs up.

Me and Bryce. I did some shoveling too I promise. I didn't just pose for pictures.

The inside of our completed Igloo. Kevin and Luke could sit up right in it and lay fully out stretched in it. Katie has some pictures of them in their sleeping bags in there. I am very very clostrophobic and therefore did not dare venture in there myself.

Our freaking awesome igloo. The boys did actually stay the night in there. They said it was very warm.

The 2 main guys totally proud of their work. Kevin on the left, Luke on the right.

The 2 guys filling in their work so that " some curious kids didn't go in their when the weather got warmer and have it collapse on them"



Monday we went snow mobiling. A first for most of us. It was totally fun. We all got snow mobiles and rode around and played for 6 hours. One of the funnest things I've ever done.

This is Katie and Luke. They were great to take pictures of.

My father in law Chris Christiansen.

Bryce all bundled up in his snow clothes.


Up close now.



Me on my snow mobile bundled up.

I got my very own. It was awesome. Keep reading it gets more interesting.

I have to say that thanks to my sister Rebecca and her husband Greg we were not one bit cold. It even began to snow and become a blizzard up there on that mountain and we stayed nice and warm. It was great.

All in all it was super fun and an amazing trip. The end.