Strawberry Days

I love fairs. Not the stupid Alameda County fair back in California because they charge you 15 bucks just to ENTER the fair, but delightful little town fairs in Utah. They are fantastic. I've been looking forward to Strawberry Days ever since we moved here in March, and finally, IT'S HERE! Last night, Jason and I went there for dinner, because I was in the mood for some "delectable fair treats". After a corn dog, lemonade, french fries, and cotton candy, I knew full well why there is a plethora of vomit at carnivals. Nevertheless, it sure was fun!

Marc's Wedding

Marc got married last weekend. It was really hot. I mean, it was really beautiful and quite spiritual. No, it really was, but seriously, IT WAS SO HOT. This big ole' pregnant lady doesn't like being over say....75 degrees, so the 100 degree weather and I weren't agreeing very much. However, we had a great time. Ashley came into town, which was SO MUCH fun for me. I'm not sure how fun it was for Jason/Chauffer, but I had a fantastic time with my best bud. We enjoyed hanging out with friends and having some "interesting" conversations. I'm so grateful that I have such wonderful friends that I've grown up with, and I'm especially grateful that Jason gets along so well with them. Love you guys!

I feel cheated

This will be the first post of many about So You Think You Can Dance. Tonight was the results show, and I will say that I'm feeling a little, no, a LOT dissapointed.

Faina vs. Ashley. Lets be honest, Ashley's solo sucked, however, as a dancer as a whole, I think she's WAY better than Faina. All Faina does is cry because she doesn't know how to do other types of dances, and last night's dance was no difference. Whatever, Faina will be gone soon enough.

HOWEVER....

Ricky vs. Dominic...or whatever his name is.... SERIOUSLY?? Ricky was my favorite guy dancer in the competition BY FAR. So what if he's a really weird duck, HAVE YOU SEEN HIM DANCE??? He was amazing. I know it's too early to pick favorites, but I'm really bummed that he got sent home so early. Normally the judges do it right, but not tonight. Boo.

I am annoyed.

I have had multiple conversations today with multiple people who have all called me Annelee. DO YOU KNOW HOW OBNOXIOUS THAT IS???????????????????????????????????

It is my first and last name. Not first and middle, or first and southern. First and last people. Not only does everyone ask me if my husband is Asian (no) or if it's Ann Lee (no), they ask me if I'll name my children with southern hickish names like unto Jennylee or other crap like that. (NO.)

Might I have the patience to not kick people who mispronounce my name. Alas, it has been the bane of my existence. In FACT, just on Sunday, we had to give a talk in church. I started mine by inviting everyone to open their programs and take note that while my name might be spelled Ann, please, resist the temptation, and NEVER call me that. My name is Anne. Like Annie, but much prettier looking. Then last night, at enrichment, someone picked up the microphone and invited Ann Lee to come up to the front of the room. I couldn't help it, but I found myself nearly shrieking ANNE!!!, in order to correct the offending mispronounciation of my delightful name.

Furthermore, if you know me (and if you're reading this blog, I sure as heck hope you do), you KNOW that I am no more an Ann than fly to the moon. I'm much to charasmatic, charming, delightful and fun to be a boring name such as Ann. (Sorry if any of you are named Ann, but shoot, it's my blog, my rant, and I can say what I want!!)

So, in closing. Don't call me Ann. Don't think that my new last name is my middle name. Anne Lee. The end. I know it only has 7 letters, and that throws people off sometimes, but hey, I could have married someone a LOT lamer with a less complicated last name. (Might I also note, Lee is Lee, not Li.)

Geez Louise.

A reminder that I love my husband

Ok, no, these are not my children (but if Heather and Brad kicked the bucket, I might just have to kidnap them from Jared and Julie- because I guess THEY get the girlies...lucky!), anyway, no. These are not my children, nor are they Jason's children, but I just thought that I could post this little picture to remind everyone what a flipping RAD husband I do.

Now, I have a sister (HEATHER), who gets a little weirded out when people talk too much about their wonderful hubbies on their blogs (I guess I'll have to save all of the creepy intimate details about our lives for Myspace....KIDDING), but I just have to blog AT LEAST once a month about how incredible Jason is. Why, you ask?

1. He treats me like a queen. Just this morning, he rolled over, looked at me and said "You look like you need some pancakes", and proceeded to get up and make them for me while I tried desperately to wake up.
2. He scratches my back EVERY NIGHT (no joke) until I fall asleep. I used to say when I was younger that I hoped to be rich when I was older so I could hire someone to scratch my back. Well, I can ASSURE you that I ain't rich, but I still have someone to do the scratchin'.
3. He is really really really really funny. Jason is a quiet man, but he is really really funny. I can't quite explain, but the man is a crack up. Sometimes I have to take my inhaler because he makes me laugh so hard that it makes me wheeze.
4. Jason is going to be the best dad ever. Seriously. He is adorable with children, and already talks to ours on a frequent basis.
5. He is absolutely a hot babe. (I guess this is the part where I should detail our secret parts or our live, but I know that you, my devoted readers are pervy, and would like it too much). Just kidding. But no, he really is a hottie.

I'd go on, but then Heather might get too freaked out. Oh well. I love my hubby, and I don't care who knows it!!

HAL's room is painted!

A month or so ago, a sprinkler line in the backyard burst, thus flooding Hazen (HAL's) room. I was really bummed out, but then not bummed out anymore when I realized that it meant that I would be able to paint the baby's room ANY color I wanted. The color we chose? Mustard yellow. NOT French's mustard, but more of a nice Dijon.

So this is it. I love it. It makes me smile and want to dance a little jig every time I walk by. Seeing that I am scared of boys (or more so of passing out of my body and then RAISING one), I realized that I could get a little "blued" out. So, yellow it was. Hopefully now since he will be surrounded by a delightful shade of mustard, he will be a delightful child. Maybe as delightful as his mama. :o)

I must be confident

To post THIS bad boy. :o)

Blog RETARDED!!!

Help, I'm trying to add the links to the side of the blog, and I've added Sista in the House, which was SUPPOSED to be Heather's title, and now, that's all there is. I think it would be pretty LAME to have everything say Sista in the house, especially if there's more than one. Help. Please!!