Another hooka in the family

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Night out on the town

My sister took me to her work Christmas party because, well, everyone at her works loves/hates me. You see, during the summer I went with Kelly to Elko where one of the actual Gold mines for my sisters company is. While there, her work threw a party for everyone with unlimited drinks and food. This made for a very fun night, they also had a live band and we dance the night away. When it came time to go home, my sisters boss (who'd I'd gotten to know on the trip), was a bit to tipsy and passed out cold on the bus. When opportunity arises, I must take advantage. I borrowed some lip liner from a girl and hopped on over to his seat and drew a giant penis on his face.

Yes, it was a good decision and very mature of me despite what you think.

Not only is he my sisters boss, come to find out, he is over all the accountants at this giant company. I didn't realize who I was messing with I guess.

The next morning he sent out an email about business, accounts recievable, due dates blah blah blah, and at the end he included:

"It appears someone last night took advantage of my inebriated state last night, I will find you."

and then

"Just kidding, I know it was Lindee."

Tee hee.

Ok, so back to the christmas party, here is me and Kelly getting all dolled up:

I was a little nervous to go but Curtis had saved us a seat and was very nice to me!
I kept hearing this weird sound throughout the night and kept asking Kelly what it was. There was an older lady behind us who we determined had a squeeky chair, or was letting them loose all night.

Near the end of the evening, when the CEO is giving his speech. Me and Kelly hear it again, but much louder, a very distinguishing fart sound. Our whole table busts up laughing as silently as they could, I look at Curtis and he is bright red so I think it's him. Then it happens again and it finally clicks.

Everyone is looking at me

I didn't even hestitate, I reached under my chair and felt the hard plastic of a fart machine. I ripped it off and chucked it at Curtis. He had gotten his revenge after 5 months of waiting.

Needless to say the night was memorable and totally fun, me and Curtis are buddy's now but I'm still trying to come up with ways to pay him back... any ideas???

Day after christmas

Logan loves the farting dog that grandparents Kim and Mickey got him. The day after christmas he came in the room at 6am and squeezed the dog in my ear. It scared me and woke me right up

Logan just busted up laughing, I told him it wasn't time to get up yet and to go back to bed. All he wanted to do was play with his toys. I said he could play with whatever in his room, and I fell back asleep after I heard him shut his room door.

When I woke up, he wasn't in his bed. I looked back in our bed to see if he was sleeping at the bottom or on the floor but he wasn't. I was a little worried because it's not like him to not be in bed. I came out to the living room and I found this.

Fast asleep next to criss cross crash. He is so cute.

This isn't the last you've heard about farting btw, stay tuned.

An abundance of Pictures

Here are some pictures from christmas. I got a new video camera and am going nuts with it. I have already recorded like 3 hrs of tape since christmas. It takes pictures too but I found out they aren't very clear ones so I still gotta pack around the old camera. The first few were taken with the old camera before I got the video camera and the last ones are fuzzy, sorry!

Christmas Eve we attend Lances Grandma's party and then to my dads where we sleep over. Here is christmas eve/morning.

Playing the Wii on christmas

My dad had asked Kelly to take some pictures of my dad's house decorated for christmas

to send to my grandma but she forgot her camera so I took them and figured I'd post them up :)

Christmas eve, Logan in his new jammies and the traditional christmas hats.

My mom would make us dress up every year in these hats that she made,

ever since we had the grandkids we have been able to get out of it. Here

is a picture of the last christmas my mom made us wear the hats:

Frightening huh! I think Lances face was the main factor against the tradition. Kelly probably

cries every christmas because she secretly wants to wear one. Did you see

cute fat Logan? That was him at 5 months old and 19 pounds.

And here he is at 4 1/2 years old and 45 lbs.

Christmas afternoon we headed over to Lance's dads house to have

and delicious christmas luncheon and open more presents.

(These were taken with the video camera and are all fuzzy)

This is Aunt Yolanda (Sean-Lances brother-'s wife) She is 5 months pregnant

with a little girl they are naming Ryannon

Logan and his crazy uncle sean. Logan isn't crying he is hiding btw.

Thrilled

Got some cute pictures of Logan and his grandparents!

Now these are earlier on christmas at our place with Lances mom.

Santa left his hat this year instead of stocking (thats all they had left on christmas eve lol)

Tagged by the death eater sister

I'm doing a tag because I believe I will have 7 years of bad luck if I don't... or whatever really happens. Kelly tagged me to share 8 things about myself and tag 8 people and I'll get a million dollars or something. Actually its a stylish blog award. I think I have a total of 8 friends on here and their blogs are pretty stylish so this could be doable, So here I go...

First the instructions, which are cut and pasted directly from her blog:
1. Thank and link back to the person who gave you this award.
2. Share 8 things about yourself
3. Pass it on to 8 bloggers
4. Contact those bloggers and tell them about their award

Things about myself:
1. I want another baby really really really bad, like I cried intermittantly during my OB class when I saw births and babies. (I also cried last night just reading Dumbo to Logan)

2. I've been a scatter brain on the first 3 days of class (forgot syllabus, thought books were stolen, haven't bought the needed books yet, was late).

3. I had to sign a contract today because I was late, if I'm late again I will be 'kicked out of the nursing program' (I don't think they will actually kick me out, but it's enough to scare the shit out of me). I was 3 minutes late on the third day and its the third thing I thought about.... ironic

4. I really am 5'11'' and 3/4, Lance is 5'11''

5. I could eat cereal for breakfast, lunch and dinner for the rest of my life and be completely satisfied.

6. I'm terrible at English, including spelling; which I'm sure you've noticed.

7. I get straight A's in school yet still feel like I know nothing.

8. I haven't scrapbooked over a year now, and I don't miss it.

Ok there you have it, now for my 8 tags who will probably never see this post because no one reads this blog anymore

drum roll please...

Kaleena

Jackie

Danielle

Hannah

Jillyn

Emily

Renee

and Lindz

No, I'm not putting links to all them because it takes to long. Well have at it ladies!