Disclosure

I have fallen in love and their names are Samsung and DVR.

Behold the glory of my 1 month old 46" LED Samsung lover:


(It's the only thing Griffin has asked me to send him a picture of since he left for Germany..understandably)

I know I'm behind with technology, but this little invention called a DVR has changed my life! Not since the introduction of Mesquite Barbecued Baked Lays have I been in such awe. Touch of a button, record, FF, pause, pause LIVE TV! DVR where have you been all my life? I can't help it, I know my DVR is true and a prophet of God.

The DVR is making me watch things I normally would scoff at. "America's Got Talent" "So You Think You Can Dance" "Wipeout" "Regis and Kelly" it's controlling my usual sense of good taste. Its will is stronger than mine. Erica tried to knock some sense into me when I admitted to watching "America's Got Talent" I believe her exact words were "why are you watching that shit?"

I'm out of control and I don't care. It provides me with 80 usable hours of TV that I can watch without commercial interruption and on my timetable, I ask you, what is better than that? I kneel before it with my humble offerings of burning incense and virgins and ask it to never leave me.

Utah I Love Thee

I loved my trip, except it was too short. I loved having my Caca all to myself. Here she is early in the morning right before I insisted she awake because I was awake. We both determined our beds had too many pillows, but for some reason we felt we needed to use them all.


Malia and Caca allowed me to tag along for a night of "Lady" or "moms" as Malia calls her, dinner at Brick Oven and much giggling until midnight. I think Lady licked my entire body before the night was over.


Caca insisted on me taking these hotel lobby shots of her.


Being Bella.


There is nothing better than a Mormon fam reunion. Best Food Ever. I made a pig of myself. My mother thought we were in the Alaskan wilderness, hence her pile of blankets.


A miracle occurred. Caca and I both hit a baseball with a bat and ran to a base. Here is Sween with said bat.


Mom waiting for her turn at bat.


All my nieces and nephews. Grandpa was looking down from heaven and smiling. Only one missing is Griffin, who is draining cysts in a German clinic.


This my friends is an exquisite cat, her name is Cosette and she requires no loud or sudden movements. Caca gently knelt by the side of the bed for this photo as I reverently took her picture.


My handsome nephews.


Sween contemplating the Plan of Salvation.


Good bye Utah.

8 Years Ago Today.

I married Timothy Hampton.

He proposed to me at my work. My boss pretended that we were having a gathering and as I was standing there waiting, I looked up to see Tim walking down the hall carrying a dozen roses. What a loves, he even got down on one knee.



We got married at the courthouse then went to the Hilton for a lunch.



We stayed at the beautiful Royal Palms in Scottsdale. This is one of my favorite pictures of Tim, isn't he handsome?




We took our kids with us on our honeymoon. We rode together in a van to San Diego and Disneyland. I wouldn't recommend anyone taking their kids with them on their honeymoon.

Here is a typical picture of what our girls endured. The boys sat in the back playing video games and giggling the entire 7 hour trip.



Erica enjoyed making them pose for awkward pictures.




Look how happy they are.



I consider myself very lucky. I'm loved and taken care of. Timothy says I'm really just spoiled but we won't bother with semantics.

I told Tim that a few of those 8 years really count as 2, like any marriage we have had our share of rough spots. We never gave up though. A second marriage is a combination of melding a family and a whole lotta patience and not having your way.

Tim, thank you for being the type of husband that I respect and can lean on. You are loved and admired by a whole precinct full of cops and that counts for a lot. It's you that your kids always turn to for advice. You have the kindest heart and the gentlest of souls.

We were out to dinner a few nights ago, when you looked up at me with emotion in your eyes and said "the best decision I have ever made was marrying you." That meant everything to me.

I look forward to growing old with you and I love you more every day.

Etc.

Looking forward to a week from today. Caca and I, sans husbands, will be flying up to the land of Zion where we will be attending a family reunion, which in my book equals nothing but hilarity and shenanigans. We have been asked to bring a side-dish and our own utensils.



We will also be seeing the Divine Malia Meadows Call, or Sister Call as I refer to her. She is the relief society prez and as so deserves our utmost respect. I look forward to hanging at her crib.

I was thinking today, as I looked into Fatness green wise eyes. Why do we make up so many names for our animals? This morning I called Fatness everything but "Fatness." He was referred to as:

Kittledons
KiKi
Krittendom
Krittens

And on many other days has been called:

Smittens
Professor Smittens
Commander Drittens
Fatty McFatterson
Krinkledom
Dumbass (Tim)



He answers to one and all. I'm sure Caca and Chris have many names for their krittens.

Happy Thursday losers.