I've Been Tagged too!

Well usually I do this by e-mail but I have to admit it is kinda fun to do on my blog sight. I have to answer two different tags in one blog so here I go!

The first is to open "My Pictures" and post the picture that is the 4th picture in the 4th file. Of course, not even this can be straight forward for me. My 4th file just so happens to have only two pictures in it. With that, I am going to post both.



Both of my pictures were taken on July 23rd, 2007 at my parent's cabin in Stanley. This picture is of course Sami when she was almost 3 months old.



This is Seth sitting with Cecil the dinosaur. For years, Cecil has been a grand toy for all the kids and grandkids that have visited my parents.

My second tag is to name 6 things that are quirky about me. Let me tell you, this was not easy. I actually had to think on it overnight because I was confusing quirky with pet peeves. All I ask is please...don't judge!

1. I cannot share milk. Don't ever ask me if I want to try your cereal because it won't happen. If I pour myself a tall glass of milk, don't expect me to share. I am more than willing to share just about anything else but there is something about the consistency of milk that I cannot bare to have touched someone else's mouth and then touch mine. In fact, it is just recently I have been able to drink milk out of a clear glass. For years I have only been able to drink milk out of an opaque glass because it grossed me out to see the thick, white film slide back down the sides of the glass into my drink. I know it's crazy!

2. I am extremely superstitious. Most of you know this about me. To this day I walk down the sidewalk making a conscious effort to not step on a crack. I knock on wood every time something remotely negative comes out of my mouth. I can't stand for people to be pessimistic because all you are doing is jinxing us all. Some of you may have noticed too that I have not returned e-mails back that threaten I will have a lifetime of bad luck. Somehow I can get a general idea of how the e-mail will go in the first sentence. If it looks like it's going to turn out in the wrong for me, I automatically erase it before reading so I'm not stuck forwarding the stinking e-mail to 10 people to avoid getting struck by lightning.

3. Don't touch my toes! It's as simple as that. I can touch my own toes but no one else can. I freak out for some reason.

4. I have to clean my whole kitchen before I cook. If I have dirty dishes or the counters aren't clean, I feel the need to clean it all up before starting a meal.

5. In order for me to get sleep I need to be in a cold room. I have to have some kind of covers on me all the way to my chin. I can't fall asleep with no covers and no sheet on me even if it is hot. Therefore, a nice cold room in the 50's makes for a good night sleep (that's if Chloe isn't snoring or begging to go outside, Sami isn't crying or Seth isn't having a nightmare).

6. Last but not least, since I was pregnant with Seth there has been this thing with brushing teeth. I somehow acquired a hyper-active gag reflex when brushing my teeth. It got so bad I was throwing up every time I brushed my teeth, which defeats the whole purpose, right? So then I would have to brush all over again and it became this vicious cycle. Since then, the teeth brushing thing has never gone away so I discovered it is a lot easier to brush in the shower where I can gag all I want without sticking my head in the sink. When I became pregnant with Sami a whole new brushing teeth problem came into play. I couldn't watch, listen or be in the same room as anyone else brushing their teeth. I would once again start gagging uncontrollably, running in the opposite direction of the perpetrator, covering my mouth hoping not to throw up. I have a little more control these days,at least with the throwing up part, but it can still get ugly.

So there you have it! No, I am not crazy and yes I am good person. Most people might think I have a problem with OCD but I can very confidently tell you all that I know some people with OCD and I am DEFINITELY not one of them!

So now I tag...oh crap, I only know 3 bloggers! Okay, I tag Terrell Kamahi, Scott & Amber Varvel and anyone else who would like to join. If you don't have a blog you can e-mail them to me. I am anxious to hear from you all!

BIG Grandma Eye

Alright, my first blog. I am not very good at writing so bare with me people.

It was in the car on our way home from Kenzie's (my niece) volleyball game where I said to my Mom, "I am going to have to write a blog about this."

Seth and Sami are in the backseat of course and my Mom is in the passenger seat when Seth asks, "Grandma, do you want to play 'I Spy' with me?"

Of course, Grandma being the good Grandma that she is says, "SURE."

Since I wasn't part of the game I was pretty tuned out at the beginning and not really paying attention. A few minutes into the game I started to listen to them and kinda played along. They both take their turns, "I spy a sign." "I spy the number 21." But it wasn't until Seth put a little extra twist into the game that it started becoming comical.

After several "I Spy" from both Seth and Grandma, Seth says, "I spy with my little eye...". So Grandma chimes in on her next turn and says, "I spy with my little eye..." and Seth immediately shouts, "No Grandma! You can't say 'my little eye'!" Grandma and I chuckle and look at each other because clearly Seth was thinking that Grandma did not have the same "little eye" he had and certainly couldn't play the game correctly by declaring so. So in the midst of our laughter with Seth in the back wondering what in the world is so funny my Mom plays along and calmly says, "I spy with my BIG Grandma eye..."

I burst out in laughter and Seth continued to play approvingly without skipping a beat. My mom was laughing as well and each time it was her turn she would say "BIG Grandma eye" and we would start the laughter all over again.

Children can certainly be comical in their innocent years at the expense of others. My Sethers is no exception.

I don't think I will ever play another game of 'I Spy' without giggling a little.