Simply Funny

Sydney and Emma played their first soccer game. Larry and I haven't laughed this hard in a long time. We were amazed at how good the girls were. (ok, we weren't that shocked, I mean they have our genes don't they?) Before the game I told each girl that if they tried hard, never gave up and didn't cry (yes...you have to mention that to girls) we would give them a dollar!! I love bribery. A parental tool that's under-used (hint, hint mom).
Now normally I would offer a dollar for every goal that was made. But I didn't want to get there hopes up. And especially after watching them at practice I wasn't ready to enroll them for Summer Olympics 2020 (do they have soccer in the Olympics? who knows...just roll with me).
I also want to mention that the kids picked their own team name. I was hoping for some scary animal that would strike fear into their opponents. But in true children fashion they picked "THE EYEBALLS", because it was funny. Nice!
To start off the game each team put in 3 people. Sydney, Emma and their friend Georgina were picked. At this point I'm pumped because Georgina is wicked awesome, fast and fearless. A perfect combination of talent for a girl to play sports!

But to our surprise Sydney scored like 6 goals. I mean this girls has "golden feet". (oh don't mind Syd running with her hands over her ears...ha...she hates loud noises!)

Even Emma tapped a few in. But just to make sure the other team didn't get their feelings hurt we put a few balls into our goal too.

Although to top it off there was a boy on our team that emulated the perfect title of a "Texan" playing soccer. Please note his boots AND blue jeans!
GO EYEBALLS!

Where Is That Ringing Coming From?

Embarrassing is the only word I can think of to explain the situation I found myself in yesterday. Or maybe that saying "If my head wasn't screwed on straight I'd probably loose that too" could sum it up. Either way I did NOT want to blog my blonde moment, however my mom keeps bringing up how funny she thought it was and so do all the other people she has been telling. Nice? By now some Great-Aunt once removed is laughing at some 3rd hand story that has absolutely no resemblance of the truth. Thus to keep it all straight...

As I went through my morning routine I realized I hadn't heard my cell phone ring for the traditional morning chat with my sister. Maybe I missed her. I started looking in my purse. The cell phone wasn't there. Did I take it out last night? I check the counters, tables...nothing. Mmmm...Maybe it's still in the car. That wouldn't be a first. An hour later I'm out at the car getting ready to do some errands. I check the car. No phone. Ugh! I hate doing errands and not having my cell phone with me. (I have an attachment issue)

As I'm driving I start running through my previous evenings events and try to locate in my over-crowed mind the last place I had the phone. Aaa-ha! In the stroller. We had walked around the mall for some family entertainment. It's probably in there. It wouldn't be the first time. (If you haven't noticed by now, leaving my cell phone in odd places isn't a new thing for me.) Excited to finally have it I jetted from the car and checked out the stroller in the trunk. Bummer. It's not there.

After finishing my errands and load the kids back into the house. I strip search it one more time while shushing the kids, I push redial on the house phone trying to hear my phone ring. (Don't laugh, I know y'all have do that one before.) Suddenly I remember that one time we searched for the TV remote for months and found in buried deep deep down the side of the couch. I cram my hand in. No such luck. Now I'm freakin'. (And on a side note, I still hadn't told Larry about the lost phone by this point. I knew he'd be shaking his head with "not again" written across his forehead.)

For my last ditch effort I headed down to the car parked in front of my apartment and bring the house phone with me. Of course the portable phone connection only reaches to the sidewalk...so I have to push redial, put it on the sidewalk, run to the car and listen for my phone to ring. I hear it...barely!! I'm saved!! I start digging around. Shoot it stopped. It went to voicemail. Dang it! I run back to the sidewalk, push redial. And begin the search again. I know I hear it. Aaa-ha! The trunk. So I open the it. Run back to the portable phone on the sidewalk. OH PLEASE I HOPE THAT NO ONE IS LOOKING OUT THEIR WINDOW RIGHT THEN WATCHING ME DO THIS. I MUST OF LOOKED NUTS! Push redial. Upon searching the trunk. Nothing. I don't even hear a thing. I was "warm" and now I'm "cold". Schnizzle!

So I try again. I'm even so desperate I start unlocking all the kids car seats and throwing them out of the car. And if that isn't desperate I don't know what is because locking car seats into the car is no easy chore. And I have 3! Guess what. No phone. BUT I HEAR IT...barely! So I reload the car, lock it up and start searching the sidewalk. Maybe it dropped out of my purse on the way into the house last night. I'm grasping at straws by this point.

Now this particular day I had parked in my favorite spot. It's the closest to my apartment and has the huge trash bin next to it and makes it so there's a wide area for the HUGE Buick doors to swing out. Although I do have to admit that the stench of HOT trash during the summer leaves much to be desired. I redial the cell phone number. I hear it louder now. Oh FREAK!!!!! It's in the trash can!!!! All I can do at this point is roll my eyes.

So I take the deepest breath I can and pull the side doors open to locate our trash bag. Thankfully my luck had changed and for 15 hours my cell phone had been ringing off and on while sitting right on top.

On a side note I would like to thank all of the 1/2 drunk college students who clutter up most of my apartment complex for being too lazy to empty their trash that morning.

Truly I wish I could make up some story of how on the "kids" chucked my phone in the trash can. BUT honestly it was me. I through out in a shopping bag, thinking it was only full of crap I didn't need. Obviously I was wrong. Now excuse me while I rub down my cell phone in anti-bacterial lotion.

The Mom Song

This song is great! If you are a mom or have a mom (which we all do) you have to listen to this!! Very funny!!

A Girls Night Out To Celebrate My Old Age

29 here I come!!
Unfortunately this photo of us girls doesn't do us justice. We are way hotter in real life. (just ask our husbands!) Erin Brinkerhoff, Chandra Richins and I all met out of coincidence. Each of our husbands transported us here to Dallas to go to Law School. Together we have endured the hardships of early motherhood, surprise kid-o's, lawyer dialogue, down right nasty Health & Human Services offices, mini apartment living, life on a budget and the scary crimes that lurk here in Downtown Dallas. I am very grateful to these gals for always being there for advice, a listening ear, a good laugh and an instant babysitter!! This time in our lives hasn't been easy, especially without family around. I feel like they have become my sisters through these ups and downs. Thank heaven for the LDS church! We were instant friends with more than the gospel in common. In this photo we are enjoying our little "tradition" of going out to eat on our birthdays (yummy Pei Wei). Thanks Ladies!!

All about Larry

My husband...
What is his name? Larry Lee Roberts Jr (shhh...he hates the Jr thing, mainly because the person who donated the "Sr" part of the name is non-existent)

How long have you been together? 14 1/2 years...well that's how long we have known each other.

How long did you date? Gosh off and on over an 8 year span. After his mission we dated for about 5 months then broke up for 5 months since I went back to school at UofA, then started talking again and dated for 7 months and then FINALLY got engaged. What a process!!

Where did you meet? Stake dance, Thousand Oaks CA.

How old is he? Currently we are both 29 until next month he turns the dreaded "30".

Who eats more? Larry (unless we are talking about cheesecake, ice cream or vegetables and then I win)

Who said I love you first? Gosh I have no freakin' clue. Let's say him. That makes me feel better!

Who is taller? Larry is...but if he keeps jacking up his knees he might shrink a few inches.

Who sings better? Me. Although I'm not good by any means, but he's totally tone deaf.

Who is smarter? I think the term "Law School Graduate" places Larry the winner. Plus he's full of useless information which makes him king of Trivial Pursuit.

Who does the laundry? Me, unless I've slacked and he needs some clean g's.

Who does the dishes? Mainly me but Larry pitches in on the dinner dishes.

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Larry does. It's furthest from the door (note: the blog about Larry's Earplugs)

Who pays the bills? I do. It's not a question of math skills, just time. Apparently I have more of it.

Who mows the lawn? The Village Gardeners (thank you apt living), but Larry dreams of cracking a root beer open while he cruises around on a riding lawn mower.

Who cooks dinner? Lately me. Larry pitches in on weekends.

Who drives when you are together? I usually do especially since he drives 45 mins to work, has a bum knee (note: the blog on Larry's knee) and when I'm prego I get car sick unless I drive.

Who is more stubborn? Me. It's in the Gurvine Genes.

Who kissed who first? Larry. He was the "mack-daddy" in high school.

Who asked who out? Larry. He's a good boy like that!

Who proposed? Don't listen to Larry. It was all his doing!

Who is more sensitive? That's a tough one. I guess it depends on the situation. Larry's a sucker for the girls, but I'm in touch with my mom sensors.

Who has more friends? Larry will talk to anyone. I'm a little more reserved.

Who has more siblings? HA! We have the same unless you start counting the random "half" siblings of Larry's that occasionally pop up looking for his dad.

Who wears the pants in the family? Larry does. I like skirts unless its a good pair of stretch jeans.

Emma's Got Some Bling!

Yesterday Emma under went anesthesia to get some teeth worked on. We trekked down to the Children's Hospital due to Emma having a WHOLE bunch of cavities that needed to be capped. I felt so bad for her. I knew it was going to be painful but tried to keep my emotions even. The hospital staff was great. Very cheerful and entertaining. The hardest part for her was waking up out of the surgery to find an IV shoved on to her hand and no mom around. After some good distractions from baby brother Ben, a Popsicle and PBS the Motrin kicked in and we were able to go home. Poor girl. Sometimes genetics aren't fair.

Hint on how to manage your friends blogs

Thankfully I have some really smart friends that have let me in on some of their secrets. I was getting pretty frustrated keeping track of my different friends blogs. My internet favorites was getting HUGE. It needed some spring cleaning.
So, if you want a great way to keep track of all those blogs go to google and type in "google reader". Sign in and start adding the addresses on the "add subscription" icon. It keeps it all organized and even notifies you if someone added something new to their blog that you haven't read yet! Check it out!

Interview with Sydney (4 3/4 years old)

I interviewed Sydney with one of those questionnaire emails that we all get. It was cute to see what was going on in that little head of hers. This is word for word, how she answered, grammar mistakes and all.

Were you named after anyone? My middle name Lauren came from Aunt Candace who shares the same middle name. Do you got it?
When was the last time you cried? Playing freeze game Emma ran into me and I cried.
Do you like your handwriting? No because every time I try to write an N it looks like an M.
What is your favorite thing to eat for lunch? Chicken Nuggets.
Do you have any kids? Yes twin girl and boy. I like the girl doll the best because I like girls.
Who are you friends with? Ava.
Do you use sarcasm a lot? No.
Do you still have your tonsils? Yes but I don’t know where they are on my body.
Would you bungee jump? I don’t know what that is.
What is your favorite cereal? The one that we have right now. The rainbow one with little pieces in it. (it's fruity pebbles if you're wondering)
Do you untie your shoes when you take them off? Sometimes I just push them off.
Do you think you are strong? Yes because I can pick up Emma and she’s really really heavy. (Syd and Emma weight the same 38 pounds)
What is your favorite ice cream? Vanilla with chocolate syrup and whip cream.
What is the first thing you notice about people? When we know where they are.
Red or Pink? Pink
What is your least favorite thing about your self? Dress up.
Who do you miss the most? My dada.
What color pants and shoes are you wearing? I’m wearing a dress.
What was the last thing you ate? Blue applesauce
What are you listening to right now? Computer typing. (ha!)
If you were a crayon, what color would you be? Pink
Favorite smell? Strawberry Shake
Who was the last person you talked to on the phone? Grandma
Favorite sports to watch? Zero
Hair color? Brown
Eye color? Blue
Do you wear contacts? No, I don’t know what contacts is.
Favorite food? Strawberries
Scary movies or Happy endings? Happy Endings, like the one on Barbie Pegasus.
Last movie you watched? Barbie Pegasus of course.
What is your favorite pajama? My shinny pink dress (shocking, it’s a dress)
Summer or Winter? Summer, because when we go to the beach it’s so hot we have to put sun screen on.
Hugs or Kisses? Hugs and Kisses (why choose when you can have both!)
Favorite Dessert? Ice Cream
What book are you reading right now? A Chicken Makes a Pizza, Junie B. Jones
What is on your mouse pad? Nothing…what’s a mouse pad?
What did you watch on tv last night? Ruff Ruffman (a pbs kids show)
Favorite Sound? Screaming outside
Rolling Stones or Beatles? Rolling Stones because I don’t like bugs, but throwing rocks is fun.
What is the farthest place you have been from home? Aunt Mimmie’s house
Do you have a special talent? Swing from the slide
Where were you born? At Grandma’s house ( I don’t think so missy!)
Favorite Princess? Tinkerbelle because she’s a fairy too.
Do you like to get up early or stay up late? Stay up late.
Favorite thing to do outside? Waiting for our school friends to come over.
What song do you like to sing? Gone Fishin’ (thanks Ella)
Best dance move? I can show you! ( currently she is rolling on the ground and shake her head and limbs violently, I can’t help laughing)
Who’s your favorite teacher? Chanelle’s Mom helped us make planets (I can’t believe I got beat out by someone else. Bummer.)
Favorite summer vacation? Going to the beach and getting wet.
If you could change one thing about your life what would it be? I wish I could play dress up all the time.

Knick Knack Patty Whack

I finally took the plunge and whacked off my hair. It was long over due. Definitely time for a change. Ben was starting to use it as a handle to pull up on.

I can't believe he's already standing up next to things. He can even reach the piano and play it. So I guess I'll add some pictures of the Little Ben-ners too. He loves to play with the TV remote control. I guess he's already using that y chromosone of his!

I "knee"d some help here!

So Friday night, Larry and I got to go on a much anticipated date night. It was long over due. Now that he is off at work all day and our few seconds of conversation are slim while I jet off to some activity (yw, bookclub, meetings, grocery store) and sometimes it's Larry taking off for some odd Elders quorum requirement. ANYWAY, least to say I was excited because I got to choose what were to do since technically it is my birthday night out!! SWEET, a salad bar here we come. (All guys are cringing right now because they hate salad bars. LOL!)

Kidding, I choose PF Changs and then we headed out to our ward women's volleyball game. I was excited to show Larry all of my SKILLS. Or lack there of. He even had slipped the digital camera into his pocket. I'm stoked because just maybe I'll have some pictures of me and I can dedicate a whole page of the scrapbook to ME. Now that would be a first!

When we get to the game I ran to the bathroom to change and as I headed into the gym I noted that Larry had already joined a random men's team that was short a guy. GREAT! There goes my day of glory. I shrugged it off and started my game. The next thing I know there's a crowd around someone at the men's game. It's Larry. I've never seen a grown man cry out in pain. My heart totally sank as I ran over, with flashes of "We have no insurance" going through my head. As disgusting as it was, I had to help pop Larry's left leg back into his knee. EW! Luckily with some swelling, bruising, and limping he is doing OK. Although driving his stick shift is out of the question, but thankfully it's not worse. I'm sure glad my little 10 minutes of glory turned into an unfocused game of volleyball while watching Larry ice his knee. I love date nights! They are never boring.