My First Tag - Wow. Just...Wow.

So my good friend Becky aka Lou (to me - not to you) tagged me and I feel oh-so-special right now. Since I find myself especially uninteresting, this proved to be quite hard. Ever notice that when you have to find something to share about yourself, you can't think of anything worth sharing? That's me.

1. Most of my close friends already know this about me, but I kind of have a temper. I like to think that over the years I have somewhat tamed said temper and grown some patience -which I have - but I'm human and I get mad and when I get mad I tend to think a little violently. For example, I was leaving work one fine day and a blue corvette with a fat ugly man driving it pulls out right in front of me and proceeds to go as slow as he can. Never mind the fact that there are no other cars behind me. Never mind the fact that I was practically passing him when he pulled out in front of me, forcing me to ride his bumper & then slam on my breaks so that I wasn't. That's mistake #1. Mistake #2 happened when the same fat ugly man decides to slam on his brakes further down the road for no reason except to piss me off even more. He stopped so fast and hard that I had to slam on my brakes and swerve in order to miss him and when I passed him, he turned to me and gave me smirk like a 5 year old would. Fury and hell came out of my eyes and if I had a super power, it would have killed him. Why did I tell you this little story? Because the images of things I wanted to do to this man weren't pretty and later I told Paul about it and I shocked the hell out of him. Let's just say I imagined a lot blood, teeth being mashed into the asphalt and the heel of my stilletos I happened to be wearing poking a hole through his head. Yeah I know - I need therapy.

2. I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE words/phrases like moist, ointment, tender, mercies, 'tender mercies' and anything else that sounds EXTREMELY GAY. I hate gay words. I hate sayings and phrases that have been repeated countless times. Needless to say, Fast & Testimony meetings equal murder to my ears because 99% of people just get up to tell stories and brag about their children and use words such as "tender mercies." In fact Paul and I call it Story Telling Time cuz it's all anyone ever does. It drives me absolutely insane to listen to "i would be very ungrateful if i didn't get up today" or "i didn't want to come up here but my heart is going so fast that i just knew i had to" or "i just want my husband (blubber, cry, sniff) to know (more blubbering) how much I love (sniff, sniff) him." AAARRRGGGGH. Get some originality people and please shut the F up in the mean time. And for love of all that's holy PLEASE stop saying 'tender mercies.'

3. I love movies but I hate actors. Nice little contradiction since you need actors to make movies but seriously - actors are gay. Even if they are heterosexuals they are gay. If you really stop to think about what it would be like to be on set while shooting a scene and you have to watch an actor/actress suddenly start crying or freak out while they are looking directly into a camera, and then if they have to do it over and over again? Ughh. It's like grown-ups playing make-believe and it bugs me. When I watch a movie, I can't help but wonder about how the scene was shot and how can an actor feel like anything but a retard while talking to a camera while people stand around and watch. I can't stand going to plays for the same reason and I can't stand people who do drama and theatre because most of them are retarded. I know this first-hand from a roommate in college- there really is something wrong with them.

4. I am obsessed with jackets and coats. I have tonz. Every year I end up acquiring two or three new ones and I don't know why. I need shirts to go under those jackets and coats even more than I need the jacket/coat but I still end up with the jacket/coat over the shirt because I just can't resist a kick-ass jacket. Or coat.

5. I can't be around clutter and chaos. It makes me feel claustrophobic and anxious and I tend to freak out a little on the inside. Like for my family's pumpkin carving shin dig - I was a little late and so everyone had already dug into their pumpkins by the time I got there. I had to clean anything off the counter that didn't need to be, wipe up pumpkin guts in unused spaces and throw away paper plates and unfinished soup bowls before I could even think about starting on my own pumpkin.

6. I love music and I love to find music that is not blasting all over the radio. So when I find an amazing artist and that artist happens to find itself on the radio later - I refuse to listen to their song(s) on the radio because then it's over played and I can't risk getting sick of a singer/song that I really love. I do the same thing with the more popularly known singers - like Red Hot Chili Peppers or somebody like that. If I happen to buy their album because I absolutely loved their released song, I never listen to it on the radio because I am going to be pissed if I get sick of that song when I already own the album and I won't want to listen to it anymore.

I apologize that most of that was dark, disturbing and negative. I guess that comes easily to me. Sad. And now I tag 'Mana, Ash-We-Todd, Caryn, Brindee and Mel and if any of you have already done this I apologize and you don't have to do it again. I don't think you will be punished by the Blogger gods.

The Rules for playing TAG:
*Link to the person who tagged you
*Post the rules on your blog
*Write six random things about yourself
*Tag six-ish people at the end of your post
*Let each person know he/she has been tagged
*Let the tagger know when your entry is up

...And Some MORE Partyin'

So this would be that annual Pumpkin Carve that my family gets together for each year. It's a very anticipated shin dig in the Madsen household and is not without chaos. We missed Gaven this year but we are only are a year away from having him back - Yipee!

'Member how I said Bronsynn has to get the biggest pumpkin ever? That's it right there - ten times the size of her head. It took her all night and she was getting really ornery towards the end. So funny.

And at the same time we celebrate this little guys birthday:

That's Dallin with his dad and his brother. Dallin somehow got to all of his presents and opened half of them before anybody realized what he was doing.

This is me and Aiden having a real important conversation:

And this is how we have fun: we make fun of my mother. Luckily, she's a good sport about it and can laugh at herself.

Happy Halloween!!

The Great Pumpkin!

Every year my mom takes the grandkids to the Pumpkin Patch and they pick out pumpkins for the whole family, which we then carve up for our annual Pumpkin Carve on another date.

This is them being all cute and stuff. I just wuv them. Bronsynn always has to pick out the biggest pumpkin she can find - you will see that in the next post - and it's hilarious because everyone will be done carving and she is still gutting.

Another Party - Cuz That's What I Do. Jealous?

So I had a grand old weekend - went to another Halloween party, played some Ultimate Frisbee (loves it) and went to the movies with Becky and Judd and was the laziest SOB ever on Sunday. Great fun was had all around.

The party I went to on Friday night was another party for my sister that her husband was throwing for her but it was a combined Halloween party and tonz of people showed up so it was really fun. I snatched some pictures...but not to many before my freaking camera got busted. AAAAARRGGGH. I won't name any names because I don't want PAUL and BRONSYNN to feel bad (jerks!!!), but I am temporarily without digital picture taking abilities.

The Culprit.


My parents. First shot and I actually got my mom without blinking and my dad cooperating. Unbelievable. Also unbelievable - my mom trying to dance. Really funny stuff. She's great.


And my super duper adorable nephew Aiden (the red power ranger) with his super duper cute friend who just moved here from London (the blue power ranger/dead zombie). They are showing me how they fight evil. After Aiden kicks some butt he declares "Peace!" cuz that's just how he rolls.

Gettin' our Halloween On.

We decided on a whim that we would go to our Ward Halloween party that was held last night and it turned out to be so much fun. We all get together and have soup and then the kids go around trick or treating to certain doors. Paul and I took a door and we had a lot of fun seeing all the different costumes that came around and the kids were just stinkin' adorable.

Since it was Tuesday night that we decided to do this I didn't feel like going out and buying anything special to decorate our door with so I just took the same concept I have in my kitchen window and added some spiders and gauzy material.

Paul was so intent on being a clown so we headed out to Spirit Tuesday night and assembled his clown costume. He's makes a pretty adorable clown, no? The little little kids (those who have yet to find out about It or any other evil clown) just loved him and they would say "Hi Mr. Clown!" So freaking cute.

He was so bummed because we walked around trying to find some other ideas just in case and he said "Nothing is ever going to be better than the skeleton." He loved the make-up job and the whole costume - that would be thanks to yours truly - but I think that the clown was good, too.

And here's me being my 'Angel with Attitude'.

Not too bad but I, like Paul, am a fan of the previous years costume:

And that's all folks.

This What Happens When...

...your husband gets mouthy. Take notes ladies.

I can't even remember what he was doing to egg me on, but I was sitting on the bathroom counter getting ready for something and he had me so frustrated that I just whipped my arm around and slapped him. As you can see I have a deadly aim. We both laughed when we saw my hand mark but I didn't feel bad. It was pay back for the time he slammed my head into the bathroom mirror (he's not abusive or anything, just an accident that was so funny it had us both rolling on the floor. Are we weird? Tell me the truth!).

Warning: Viewing the Following Pictures May Cause You to Involuntarily Combust Into Flames From the Extreme Hotness That is My Sister.

If there are any guys reading this, please please please refrain from the crap that I know is going through your heads just because you have a Y Chromosome. Thank you.

Amber has been in training for her Figure competition since March and HOLY MOTHER OF GLUTES she is HOT!! She has spent countless hours in the gym and has had to dedicate a lot of time and money to working out and dieting to achieve this. We were all so proud to be there cheering her on - it was so much fun and she looked amazing...as demonstrated below. It's impossible not to be jealous, so don't even try. I'm her sister and I'm still crazy jealous!!

This is the two-piece round. They come out one at a time on this round and give several poses at three different marks. You really need to click on the pictures to be able to truly appreciate all those glooooorious muscles:

This is the one-piece round. They come out a little faster this time as you can see in the video below.

There were twelve women in her class and, unfortunately, she didn't place. Two judges placed her in First, two more judges placed her in Second, the rest placed her at Third, Fourth, Fifth and Sixth. It's because of the blasted judge that placed her Sixth that she didn't place in the top five - which are the only ones that get trophies. We really thought that she was in the top three because in the actual judging that takes place earlier that day, they moved her in a group of women who all happened to be in the top five, so apparently that was really promising because judges do that so they can look at the top five all together. Amber had talked to a judge afterward and found out that there were several judges who, after seeing her in the evening show, wished they would have placed her higher and said it was 'due to the lighting.' Well that's horsepoo because it's not her fault the lighting sucked in the morning. Stupid judges. A pox on all your houses!!! (except those who placed her first)

Trying my best to be unbaised...I really thought she was in the top three of the best looking figures. Some were short and their muscles made them look squatty and others muscles were so big they should have been in BodyBuilding, but she was long and lean and perfect compared to some that placed in the top five. But in anycase, we were all so proud of her! Especially her husband :-)

Her cheering squads:

We all look albino compared to her required tan. She's our own little aborigine!!

For any of you women whose self-esteem just took a nose dive - a little eye candy for you. I've got ya covered. Ladies.

Get the Party Started!

So after Amber's competition, I had to head straight to a Halloween party with my Bunco friends. They played Bunco while I was gone, which i was really bummed to miss, and then the party was afterwards. I stopped by my house to change real fast and fix my make-up (i had to go to the competition with my faux-hawk and silver eyes already done...i got a lot of looks). I don't have any pictures of myself with this party, but these are my friends' awesome costumes:

Keith was Lieutenant Dangel from Reno 911! That's a real officers uniform and the uniform store altered it for him! Hilarious!

Randy is the Fortune-Teller - she even had a crystal ball and tarrot cards. She is here with her girlfriend Laura, who is a Dominatrix and that's why.....

...this picture is so awesome!!


I didn't get pictures with my good friends Rachelle and Monica cuz i'm retarded but they were also equally as hot. And there you go.

i got home around 2 in the morning, showered and i was out by 3. I was so bloody tired from a week of late nights and I was so looking forward to sleeping in Sunday. My plans were kinda of ruined when two hours later, Paul calls me.

"Hey whatcha doin'?"

"Um prolly sleepin', babe. I mean it's only...hey, what time is it anyway?"

"Five."

"What the hell? What's wrong? What are you doing?"

"Oh I'm walking up the driveway."

"Uhhhh, what? You're home?"

"Yeah I'm putting the key in the door as we speak."

I stumble out of bed feeling like i may as well have been anyone of my friends that had been drinking that night and met my husband at the door. He had come home early to surprise me. I guess its a good thing he didn't just let himself in and crawl into bed. I prolly woulda freaked a wee bit. Or a lot.

So that wonderful sleep i was looking forward to disappeared. We...snuggled...for awhile and then i couldn't sleep for the life of me. Five hours later i had to drag my ars outta bed and go tend some kiddies while they practised for the Primary Program...something that's not too fun to do when you running on three-ish hours of sleep.

The Big 3-0!

Amber's birthday is actually October 3rd. However, since she wouldn't have been able to eat anything fun and interesting for her birthday party we postponed it to Sunday the 12th, the day after her competition. See her enjoying a big old plate of homemade Cafe Rio style salad?? She hasn't eaten anything that big in six months!!

She requested ice cream cake made with Dreyer's Butterfinger LOADED Ice Cream. Holy hell that is my favorite ice cream in the world - and since I made the cake I snuck a lot of it during the process. Here she is with her two boys:

And one more with her husband in the mix:

Morgan and his girlfriend, Sam (yes, he is meaning to look like a retard):

Amanda, Bronsynn and Kenney:

It was fun times all around. For anyone who doesn't know - one sibling is missing because he is on a mission in Seattle, Washington. It feels weird without him. I can't wait till he comes back!

More Twilight News that I Can't Believe I am Writing About.

I think the new trailer for Twilight SUCKS! Aaarggh. I thought it looked a whole lot less likely to bomb with the first trailer when they showed you less acting and more action. With this new trailer you see more acting and well...they look like a bunch of retards that just landed their first acting gig. It's not so much Robert Pattinson as it is Kristen Stewart and the cheesefactory lines she's given and doesn't pull off. And I don't so much like the directing. If you want to watch said trailer here you go. So my low expectations have been lowered even more therefore I have no expectations of this movie. But I am still gonna go see it so, Lou - we still have a date!! (and anyone else is invited as well). Oh and they have a new poster out - which is also not preferred compared to the first.

New One:

Old and Better One:

I still love the way he looks in this picture. I can't help but swoon!!

My Manly Men

Paul and I bought Iron Man this past weekend and watched it before he left. Bacardi is a huge snuggler - when you lie down, he will lie down right next to you if not on top of you. So it was just so cute when he stretched out on Paul and I couldn't help but grab my camera and snap away at these two. I wuv them!!

This is Bacardi sleeping on his own:

He is such a dork.