the ever loved girl scout cookies...

i have this serious LOVE for girls scout cookies. i mean SERIOUS! it is one of those addictions where an intervention is required. well since my pants don't fit and i am in training i made the commitment to

 EAT NO GIRL SCOUT COOKIES this year.

i know crazy right? so when I saw those cute little girls on the corner of the round about i kind of thought about running there little behinds over (just kidding...kind of). instead i just stepped on the gas and flew through the yield sign. i am sure i cut off some poor unsuspecting round about driver who, i am sure, was admiring the girls scout cookies too. after patting myself on the back i went home vowing to not drive main street for the next month for fear they would still be there. i was so sure i had made it then...we went to my sisters house. 

of course she had the all coveted SAMOAS!!!! i almost felt like having a seizure.

WHY CANT I GET AWAY FROM THESE COOKIES!!!

she is so sweet that of course she offered me some. with clenched teeth i respectfully and tearfully declined but ella did not. "aunt rorie" put 3 cookies in a baggie and sent us on our way. as we drove home i jealously watched ella from the rear view mirror eat her cookies. i thought about stealing one but what kind of mother does that anyway! she ate 2 and took a bite out of the third and promptly announced she was done and dropped it in her car seat. i thought about that dang cookie the rest of the way home. when i took ella out of her car seat there the cookie was. 

lots of thoughts were going through my germ-a-phobic mind. in a moment of totally weakness and sure insanity ...

I ATE THE COOKIE!!!

 makes me gag just a little thining about it even now.

SICK!!! i cant believe i did it! 

it was in the bottom of her car seat for the love of everything that is holy! i should have just licked the walmart shopping cart.

YUCK!

please dont think less of me like i said it was a moment of weakness. surly i am not the only one with this disorder? in fact i found a website about how to mindfully eat girl scout cookies. i am not kidding. one of their lame suggestions was to freeze a box. REALLY? they obviously don't know the amount of LOVE that is involved with SAMOAS. i would break a tooth for one. they did suggest to stop and ask yourself "do i want more?" what are these people, idiots? heck yes i want more!
 LOTS MORE!
 their last suggestion was to eat mindfully and remember that they are only sold once a year. well this makes this chubby, girl scout cookie lovin' self want to bawl. 

there is no hope. i guess until i find some self control or a better website i am on my own!

scary thought huh?

this and that...

Last night we were having scripture study and we were talking about how we have been asked to follow the commandments. Mckena (surprise surprise) asked,"well if we don't follow the commandments will we go to HE double hockey sticks?" Josh said well we could, but all we have to do is follow the commandments and we don't have to worry about it. Mckena shaking her head said, "great I'm goin' down!" Obviously we really hit home don't ya think??

Preston had his maturation program at school today. He did not want to go! The paper said the word SE_ and he did not want to talk about it. TOO BAD we said! Hey it is part of growing up right? So I signed the paper and Josh had a little chat with him before hand and guess what?? He SURVIVED! Miraculous I know!

Abbie tried out for cheer leading and she made it! She was so stinkin excited she could hardly stand herself. I on the other hand was not to thrilled about the super crazy cheer leading moms that were there. You know the ones I am talking about? Running around counting 5,6,7,8. and chatting with anyone who will listen about the cheer and OH MY GOSH! what am I going to do if my daughter doesn't make it!!! It was kind of an out of body experience for me. If this is what it is like for 5th grade cheer I can only imagine what it would be like in high school. YIKES!!!

Since Ella has been potty training we have been talking about private parts at our house. We have decided we need to call them something different because Ella cant say it she call it her PARTY PARTS. Not really sure how this came to be other than maybe she is attempting to say potty parts?? Either way an intervention needs to happen. Today she told me her party parts are hurting and she wants big daddy to buy her a new one. As you can see we are in BIG trouble. What if she announced that at walmart?? Yeah it is time for some reprogramming to happen.

Wish me luck!