Cluck Cluck & Sickies

Big news! I roasted a whole chicken! While this may be standard procedure for most of you, I am sad to admit that I've been afraid of the whole chicken for... my whole life, perhaps? Basically it comes down to that "I don't want to recognize what I'm eating" thing. More than that, I've been disgusted by the thought of reaching into the bird cavity and taking out the giblets. I'm a big wuss.

Hi. They sell giblet-free chickens.

So while I was prepping the little thing, Anders was watching and had a really worried/scared look on his face. He asked what it was, I told him a chicken. He said it doesn't look like chicken. I proudly told him that's because it's a whole chicken.

Still looking worried and scared he said, "It kind of looks like it's alive." I laughed and laughed.

Then we ate that giblet-free chicken.

I refuse to believe that the chicken had to do anything with Anders and Addie both falling ill. Addie woke up barfing last night (fun!) and has been like this all day.

Anders was chipper as a...wait for it...CHICKEN! this morning, but fell ill at school. His teacher even called me to tell me to come get him, but I was vacuuming and didn't hear my phone. Poor guy had to wait it out. He walked in the door and went directly to his bed. So sad.

Then there's this one:just as perky as can be and terrorizing the rest.

Nasty

We went to Chuck E. Cheese's on Friday. Lots of fun was had by the children, but when Addie was forced to eat the pizza, she looked like she was gonna lose it. She kept saying, "This is nasty". In her defense, it is nasty pizza. I keep thinking about it and gagging. We went to a fun park later that night and basked in the wonderfulness of the first day of spring. It was 61 degrees at 9:00 at night.
In other news:

Nils survived layoffs and has been doing a lot of freelance- both of which we are very grateful for.

We're building a giant sandbox.

I got new running shoes.

Anders can read almost anything.

Addie has been the naughty one lately.

Nils signed us up to sing in next week's ward talent show. He wants to do a parody of Rihanna's Umbrella. So far the rhyming words we've come up with are Nutella, Yella, Fella, Don't wanna tella (tell her), Helen Kella, etc. It's going to be just greeeaaaat.

Your Good Turn Daily

You want to do something nice, don't you? I can feel it.

My cousin recently started teaching second grade and has need for supplies in her classroom. The crappy thing is that there's no funding, so anything she needs she has to buy herself. Seriously lame. She has her project up on this website, and anyone can donate any amount. If a lot of people contribute a little, it will make a big difference. It would be so RAD if she could raise the money! Good luck, De Ann!

Oh My Aching Stomach

I have a sensitive stomach and get sick when I eat the wrong foods. So far the known offenders are avocados, bananas and fish. I have a really fun Katrina/tacos topped with avocados that my mother-in-law made/me puking for hours afterward story, but I'll spare you. Anyhoo, I think I might have to now add almonds to the list. Sad. I really don't like avocados, bananas or fish, so they're not a big loss. I really like almonds, though. You know what would be great? If things like fudge, frosting, cake, and Ben & Jerry's Cinnamon Bun ice cream made me sick. That would really be much more beneficial.

Weekend of Warmth

We spent the weekend in Logandale, Nevada, where Nils' parents live. It was warm and lovely, and I was fooled into thinking that spring had arrived over the face of the earth. Not so. We stopped in Cedar City on the way home and I stepped out of the van and into a snowbank. So sad. So, so, sad.

Here are some weekend hightlights:

• We played the Wii. Should I be embarrassed that I've never played before now? If not, I'll tell you that I am embarrassed that I think I have tendonitis in my elbow from all those rigorous Wii bowling and tennis games. My elbow is killing me. Pa.the.tic.
• We shopped in St. George and ate at In-N-Out. Nummy. After that, I started to feel my fat roll growing, so I declared that I would give up treats for a month. About 4 hours later I ate a brownie and some peanut M&M's. Today, I have rededicated myself to the cause. Nils is even doing it. We might be a grumpy pair for a few weeks.
• There is nothing at Tai Pan Trading that I want. We went there on Saturday, and I decided to break up with TPT. I'm leaving it for Ikea. Harsh, I know.
• Nils and his dad went on a little photo adventure in the Nevada desert and got lost. They left at 4 a.m. so they could be back by 9 a.m. By 11:30 we were all wondering if they were being eaten by vultures...they were in the middle of nowhere and had no cell service. They eventually made it back, and by golly I'm glad.
• Nils single-handedly ruined a competitive game of PIP by hoarding dominoes and then messing up the ones that had already been played. Nils, Nils, Nils. He decided that since he wasn't winning, he was going to lose big. People were angry.

That's it. I would post pictures, but the sad fact is that I'm too lazy. I figure if I wait to blog until I feel like uploading pictures, I'll never blog. One day you might see some new pics of all our exciting exploits. You just might.

Good night to you, my blogger friends.

The Greatest Blog Post EVER.

I tried reading "The Great Gatsby". I fell asleep every time I tried. It was due back to the library yesterday, and I think I was only about 85 pages in. Do you ever hear the title of a book that's been around forever and think you should read it, because it's been around forever, and it must be great to have stood the test of time like that? That's what happened with me and "The Great Gatsby". It didn't go so well. Speaking of not going so well, Robert Redford plays Gatsby in the movie. I've never seen it and probably never will. The thing about Robert Redford is that he's always some stud muffin Rico Suave in every movie I've seen with him in it. It's funny. It bugs me. I think he produced all of them, too.

My mom bought me a toothbrush. What does that mean, exactly? Usually when your mom buys you something that you're perfectly capable of buying for yourself, she's trying to tell you something. Like when we moved back to Utah after living in the woods of Connecticut, and I looked like someone who had been living in the woods... except I didn't know it at the time. Then my mom offered to pay for me to get my hair done and I knew it must be bad. So, what's this toothbrush business? She said, "This toothbrush is for you", and I thought she was kidding. I said, "Did you get it for free or something?" and she said, "No, I just bought a new one and thought I'd get one for you too." Thanks, mom. I'll....always think of you when I brush my teeth.

FYI, I love my mommy. And I am a regular brusher and flosser.

I'm spent. 'Night.