The Truth is Out!

The totally disgusting mega spiders have made their way up to the main floor. I've killed three this week alone. This one was hiding behind Ollie's pack and play. No wonder he freaks out every time I put him inside of it.

Look who is creeping around our house these days! I guess the undeniable draw of the shower drain finally motivated him to get off his booty and take a peak. I hope the mystical, magic land of the crusty shower floor was worth it.

My silver, stinky, dirty, shower drain. I've been waiting to find you my whole life. Now get off the floor and into my mouth.

I've got you, Babe.

Here I am dressed and ready for church. In one hand I have my scriptures -- complete with a rocking class I prepared to teach the parable of the sheep and the goats. In the other hand, I have a grey water bottle filled to the brim with water. And by water I mean Coke Zero. So sue me -- I drink Coke Zero during primary. If I didn't, there is a VERY good chance I will scream at the eight lovely children that get to spend the second hour with me. Coke Zero = Christlike. They should put that in the chapter heading for the Word of Wisdom.

I am so happy Abby brings dogs and not caffeine to church on Sundays.

Saturday we had a jam packed day of fun -- two street fairs, an awesome dinner, and a board game marathon with some wicked awesome friends that ended at nearly midnight. What more can you ask for?

Bratwurst with garlic mustard on one side and apple mustard on the other.

Oliver is now the puff master.

Abby wanted to ride this massive horse when she saw it from a distance. She was not down to even stand near it up close.

She didn't even want to ride the plastic horses on the carousel. Because, you know, they are really ninja killer colts.

Here is a terrible picture of me. I'm posting it, because it is a great representation of how I am feeling right now. I've spent the past month gaining and losing the same stinking five pounds over and over and over and OVER again.

I jacked up my leg running, mainly around my hip. It's been about three weeks since I've been able to run and it's been emotionally and physically exhausting. Running is a big stress reliever for me -- a meditation of sorts. It's the time of my day when I count my many blessings, think about where I want to focus my time, work out any problems I'm having, and get my metabolism revved up to handle any delicious, but fattening, crap that finds it's way into my mouth before the end of the day.

Today I went and saw a doctor who specializes in sports medicine, I think. My German is nil and his English wasn't the greatest. Long story short, he moved my leg in a series of inappropriate positions and then gave me a massive horse shot in my leg. I forgot to get a babysitter for Ollie, so he was scooting all over me as I as getting examined. I think I squeezed his poor little hand to pieces when they gave me the injection. It was quite obvious I had a baby, so I was a little shocked the doctor told me -- AFTER the shot -- that I shouldn't breastfeed for 24 hours. WHAT?!?! That child is attached to my chest like velcro.

Maybe the shot will be a twofer -- the miracle for weaning and leg restoration. Here's to hoping.

Of course, none of the above nonsense has anything to do with the fact I didn't wash my hair that day. That is what it is.

On a side note, I totally have my dad's toes -- long, tanned, slightly dirty. Don't you think?