My New Favorite Words

Obagoogie - translation "oh my goodness"; origin: my one year old niece Zoey.
Little Zoey started a great new phrase as far as I am concerned. She doesn't say it much anymore, but her mother and I do. Even my children have caught on. So, whenever you see a cute baby, or a new toy, or are playing with tissue paper or tags, you need to say "obagoogie."

Scrumtrulescent -adj; translation "that is truly awesome/yummy/out-of-this-world etc...origin: Will Ferrell on SNL. My interpretation "This cookie is scrumtrulescent." I'm not really sure what context Mr. Ferrell used it in, I just thought it was a super great new word.

Fece - noun; Translation: short for "feces", or "crap" or the other really bad swear; origin: Chase Driggs. Okay,this is not my favorite word, but, it does get used an awful lot in my home by at least two of my kids. I told Chase I was going to punch him in the face for teaching my kids this little goody, however and alas, I have started using it.

Scumbaggery - noun; translation: really amoral behavior; origin; my little brother Joel. He uses this word in a sentence such as "I am tired of his outright and reprehensible scumbaggery."

So, try to use one of these words in a sentence today. It might make you or someone you love, smile.

sleep is over-rated, I hate birds and cell phones are evil

Am I right? Does anyone out there over the age of eighteen get more than 5 hours a night? I can't seem to . I have taken to the habit of playing Mah Johng (sp?) in the wee hours of the am. I am actually pretty coherent at 3:30 am. Anyway, if, by some miracle, I am asleep at 3:30 am, by approximately 4:30 am, I am awakened by nature. No, not my bladder calling, rather, the call of the wild. No, not that wild...I am talking about the five zillion feathered friends perched in the overgrowth in the creek outside my window. What in the world are they so happy about? It's 4 o'clock in the morning for pete's sake! Plus, how does a bird poop on a house window? Does the bird have Spiderman-like talents? Can it aim? I don't get it. Anyway, birds are for the birds. Lastly - I hate cell phones. They are the most evil invention yet. Do I really need to be available 24 hours a day? Huh? Do I need to talk on the phone while I am sitting on the toilet? I'll let you answer that question. Am I dead just because I can't be reached? No- I am not dead, nothing is amiss, I just don't want to talk to anyone. Don't take it personally...K I'm done

Semi-public apology

Sorry if I offended anyone with my comment on Michael Jackson. I just feel like the media hypes these things up so much that it is almost intolerable. Of course, I feel for his family and friends, but, come on...Farrah Fawcet died too, and that was barely a blip on the radar. I liked Farrah tons better. I believe I even tried to emulate her hairstyle back in the day. I never tried to emulate Michael Jacksons hairstyle, and that means something to me. Anyway - sorry about being flippant about it, I really do have feelings.

Zoning

What's up with the Facebook thing? I am so confused. So - if I make a comment on anything it gets posted for anyone to read? I don't think I like it. I am a very private and shy person. I don't want people to know stuff...okay, that may be a fib. Anyway - anyone may feel free to teach me. I don't get it.

So, what have the Wood's been up to you ask? Well, so far this summer, we have done nothing. I can't even keep my house clean! Don't ask me to do any "activities" on top of doing nothing. I just cannot do it! I have been trying to do the "zone" cleaning thing with the kids. What a joke. First of all, they all want zone 3 (the easiest one), secondly, they complain that it is unfair when they don't get zone 3 (even though we draw out of a hat), thirdly, I usually have AT LEAST four strapping young teenage boys in zone 3, so it is never clean anyway. I'm not sure I am going about this the right way...suggestions are welcome. Of course, I eventually just do all the zones because I get tired of the "zone complaints". OR, I get yelled at because my zone isn't done. My zone doesn't get done because I am getting the other zones done. Also - I am running around the town getting this and that for the 5 little royals at home. How did I get into this mess? The kids think that summer means eating out for lunch every day, ice cream runs three times a week and at least one snow cone run per week. I am totally going broke. They have also seen at least four movies just this week. If you add that all up, I am going to need a part-time job. Anyone hiring? Moving on.....

This may seem really, really harsh and judgemental, but...Is anyone out there really going to miss Michael Jackson? Sorry, that was mean. Anyway... have a good week.

I am not dead or missing...

Hey friends and family - it has been awhile. Sorry...nothing happy to say. Nothing unhappy to say either, just didn't want this to turn into a whiny blog, know what I mean? Our family has been Having lots of fun lately. St. George, boating, dance, swimming, four-wheeling, etc... Busy as ever. It is definitely true that the older they get, the busier you are. I think I spend about 1/2 of my day in the car, transporting kids. The other 1/2 trying to keep my house from becoming a dump. I have been trying to de-junk my office (thank you Lauren). It's a slow process, but I am hanging in there. I have also given up sugar and caffeine (except on those headache days.) Maybe that's why I have had nothing positive to say? Are all the skinny people out there just grumpy all the time? Maybe...I might not ever find out, but I am giving it the old college try (even though I am not in college) Anyway - here are some pics of the last few months. Enjoy!

These are the things we talk about in our home...

So, the other day, I took Josh and Erin to the library to get a couple of books. By the way, the library is awesome. I could spend hours and hours there. Anyhoo- I picked up a book called "The Agony and The Ecstasy" by Irving Stone. I was perusing it when Josh came over and snatched it out of my grasp to look at the front cover. On the cover is a depiction of the painting on the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel showing Adam? (I'm not sure) touching the finger of God. All in all, a wonderful piece of art and probably, one of the most famous works of Michelangelo. So, Josh is looking at it and points to Adam's? "package" and says indignantly "Man, look how small they painted his wiener! They could at least have painted him with some dignity!" Of course, I fell to the ground laughing and Josh just walked away shaking his head. He always manages to say the funniest thing in the most inappropriate place. I believe he does this to test me. If I ever get the privilege of seeing the ceiling up close and personal, I may not be able to contain the giggles. We have since had a couple of discussions about that painting and wondering whether the smallness of the anatomy holds any kind of symbolism? Just something to think about.

Another funny thing with Josh. The other night he was up late trying to complete a bunch of missing assignments-why he can't just do them and turn them in on time is beyond me-and he was trying to think of something to write about in his writing journal. So, we started talking about it when a commercial for the Twilight DVD came on. Naturally, we started discussing Twilight and, mind you, the hour was late. I thought that maybe Josh could write about and discuss what someone would have to smell like in order for him to want to take a bite of him/her. We discussed, and decided that someone would have to smell and taste like a Cinnabon. What on earth is better than a Cinnabon? When ever I walk into that airport, the Cinnabon stand calls to me and I cannot pass. I must have one, come what may. This whole, freesia, lavender, flowery smell thing is just not my bag. As a matter of fact, my Grandma Kimball used to take me to the Lion House for my birthday. She always, always got some lavender flavored candies. She loved them. I choked them down just to be polite. They were yuuuuucky. So, Cinnabon it is. Anyway, these are the kinds of things we talk about in our family. Do you talk about anything weird? I'd love to know if we are the only freaks out there.

Bragging...

Just thought I would post some pictures. The first few are from our cruise A YEAR AGO. I am just now figuring out how to post stuff. The rest are from this year. Have fun looking. It's kind of scary how many pictures we have in which both Mike and I are wearing helmets.
What is it that Seinfeld says about that? I can't remember, but it's pretty funny. Anyway, sometime I will put all of the pictures of us (with helmets on) in one post.
He later got turned into a belt and a handbag.

Who let the residents out of the local mental institution?

Again with the helmets. Scary.

These two little pills wanted a snow storm inside, so they broke up a piece of styrofoam packing material and spread it around. They also decided to do snow angels. Very funny and kind of cute, but I have been vacuuming up snow for two weeks!!

Josh, Mike, Savanna, Lizzy and Erin at Brighton.

Josh being cool.

Er-Bear skiing at Brighton. She thinks she so awesome! So do I.

This is Lizzy trying to "steer" as she skis.