My weekend

It was a toss up. I wanted to have a great weekend, but again the weather SUCKED! I am so freaking sick and tired of this cold, windy, raining weather! It makes me want to scream and yell and throw poop. I wanted to enjoy all weekend outside...my plans were ruined by rain. :( BIG Frowny

In happier news...Saturday morning was really nice. I signed up with a special needs foundation called Best Buddies. They were doing a 5K fundraiser to raise money for the foundation. They asked me to help out and so I did :) My little bro Cody and his cute gf Diana aka Dana came and helped out too. We got free shirts and lunch! It was so cool seeing all the generous people donating their time and money for this great foundation. It was up at This is the place Heritage Park. It was so pretty and the weather was nice. We saw 6 Goose mommies and their 20 babies taking a little stroll. It was so cute. I wanted to pick up the babies and snuggle them! They were so fuzzy. I know that Gabe was there with me smiling the whole time. I would have loved to have taken him on the 5K and pushed him in his wheelchair.  There was even a cool pirate ship!

It started getting stormy later that day. BUT Ryan had his soccer fundraiser dinner that night and we had yummy food and a improv team came. It was really fun.

Sunday was my sweet little silly sister Shelby aka Maria aka Sanchez aka Maria Sanchez 18th birthday! She is growing up and sometimes I am sad. But mostly I am happy because she is my best friend and I love her so much. She is the best sister in the world. And the prettiest! See?

Maria and Crockett. He sure loves her!

Me, my Momma, Maria, her friend Jackie, and my soon to be sister in law Dana are going to Vegas in 2 days for Maria's birthday. We are going to have a BLAST! We're staying at Hooters. We are classy broads. But hey! It's cheap and the pool looks way cool. We're planning on laying out, shopping, eating, and riding a few coasters. It will be so much fun I can't wait. I will post pictures when we get back. We'll all look like bronzed goddesses.

Why should I grow up?

I don't wanna grow up. EVER. Never ever ever ever. I love stuffed animals, cereal for every meal of the day, candy, cartoons, and trampolines. Oh! And slides. Let me ask you a VERY serious question. Have you even slid down a slide and been mad during or after wards? I didn't think so!

Ryan makes fun of me because 95% of the shows I watch are cartoons. The other 5 %  is usually reality TV or something on HGTV. What is wrong with cartoons? They are funny. There is usually a good message. And they are funny.

Let me hit you with a little knowledge. The best cartoon is Phineas & Ferb. You don't believe me? Here is proof.

Would I be wearing this awesome Phineas & Ferb shirt if it wasn't? Nope!

And here are some more favorites. Adventure Time, The Regular Show, Scooby-Doo, Kim Possible, Tom & Jerry, Loony Tunes, Codename: Kids Next Door, Courage The Cowardly Dog, Dexter's Laboratory, The Amazing World of Gumball, The Grim Adventures of Billy & Mandy... I could name more, but this would be a long post. Most of my shows are on Cartoon Network. A few on Disney.

If I could be a lost boy on Peter Pan then I'd never have to grow up. Don't grow up with me! Let's start a not growing up rebellion!!! WHO'S WITH ME???? HOORAY!

Utah weather BLOWS...and not in the good way

I seriously cannot for the life of me wrap my head around this God awful weather outside. It is May freaking 17th!!!! It's supposed to be beautiful outside! Birds chirping sun shining kind of weather. It is pouring outside and is freezing cold. This is so stupid. Did I pack an umbrella in my car? NOPE. Why would I? Its May!!!! But apparently Mother Nature wants to be a fat whore and make everyone in Utah miserable. My hair is messed up and I am pissed! The one day I decide to do my hair and straighten it...and it rains. Not cool. Not cool at all!

Here are some happy fun pictures of my puppies playing in the yard. They were taken like the only nice day this freakin month.

Molly was told to stay, but she didn't want to listen to me

My cute Crockett after he was playing in his pool. Molly is afraid of it.

Molly looking cute and Crockett growing tired of Mom being a paparazzi

This is the face I get when she knows she was being naughty

I wish my backyard looked as nice as my front. But the dogs pee destroys the lawn. I am thankful for Ryan though. When we first moved in our yard looked like butthole. There were weeds all over some as tall as me. Ryan worked so hard to get the lawn to grow in. I love that man! Plus he has big muscles and when he works outside he takes off his shirt and sweats a lot. Then I bring him a big glass of ice water and give him "sexy face''.

These next ones are the pups laying in bed watching The Tudors with us and one of them and their cute little cousin Mia. She is my sisters dog. And she is more brave than my two combined.

The soccer blanket is so we don't get the dogs lovely fur all over our brand new comforter

Dreaming about getting her belly scratched I bet

The 3 Musketeers Crockett, Mia, and Molly

A few days ago it was nice enough to take the dogs on a walk. We went kind of far (especially for Molly since she is only 4 months old). When we got back Crockett was all tuckered out. Molly was so tired she decided it would be ok for her too pee on the carpet and I wouldn't care. Here are my two puppies after our walk.

Does she look in trouble to you? She was hiding and I busted her!

My Crockett all pooped out

I love sharing pictures and stories of my dogs. They are my life :) Me and Ryan love them so much even when they are naughty little stink holes.

My yard Spring 2011

I have been wanting to take pictures of my front yard for awhile now, but the weather in Utah is ridiculous. It can be warm, snow, and rain all in the same day. The other day was pretty perfect so I took the opportunity to take some pictures.

These two are of my front porch...the sun kind of got in the way of my picture taking.

My flower beds with my pansies that never died from last year

Seriously! Canyou believe they didn't die?

My cute front porch after Ryan bought flowers and we potted them

This is where I relax with my coffee and read

The pretty pathway to our backyard

Gabe's cool stone he made at school and Ryans little Gnome

My cute Spring bunny next to my front door. I was going to take him down after Easter, but I can't! He is too cute!

Since I took these pictures I've planted more flowers and some of the others have bloomed and look so pretty. My lilac bush is going crazy. I seriously love the smell of lilacs. I want to plant another one in my back yard.

So after I got done taking pictures of my front yard, I decided to take some of our pretty cool view. There isn't a house in front of our house. Just a park :)

I love going out and sitting on my front porch and being able to see the mountains. So pretty. Here is what I was greeted with when I went inside the house.

Cute little Molly

My adorable puppies Molly and Crockett

I love my puppies so much. I am so grateful Ryan bought them for me. They are the most loving, gentle, fun, wonderful dogs ever! They are my babies!

 I like to decorate my house. Sometimes I go overboard and buy buy buy. Especially during Christmas. Well, to avoid having to buy a decoration for every single holiday or season...I decided to make something. I went to Michaels and bought the heart shaped twig wreath. Then I picked out a cute ribbon to hang it on my door and also a cute bow that would work for St. Patrick's Day and Easter. I fastened the bow on the wreath with some wire and hung it by the ribbon. Wa-la! Now when I need to change it, I can just get some new ribbon and make a bow to hang on it. It's simple and cute and cheap. I think Ryan liked the cheap part.

I finally remembered to upload the pictures from my camera so I could do a post about what I've been up to. I am like the most forgetful person ever. EVER. I have to tell you about my Mothers Day. That day is really hard for me obviously. And my family always steps in and tries to make a sad day happy. Ryan gave me a beautiful card, some money to finish my Gabe sleeve, and s cute silly Snoopy card from Gabe. That morning I was laying in bed drinking my coffee and we hear a loud and fast knock at the door. Ryan goes to the door and says "Heather put on some pants and come to the door!" hahaha. So I did what I was told. Sitting at the door was a cute little vase with flowers, a card, and a dump truck. I instantly got a smile on my face and got teary eyed because I knew right away it was from Gabe. I opened the card and it had a cute little bee on it. Gabe even signed it :) His backwards E and smily face gave it away. I knew it was either my sister, brothers, or Mom. They knew exactly how Gabe signed his name.

I called my brother Cody and he was chill as a cucumber and said he was at his girlfriends. I totally believed him. So then I called my sister Shelby. And she didn't answer. I was like "hmmmmm...interesting. Very interesting." I called my Dad and asked him where Shelby was. He said she wasn't home and she had left her phone there. Well that was a dead giveaway. Shelby is 17. She never leaves her precious phone at home. I knew it was her!!!! BUSTED! When she called me back I asked her and she was lying through her teeth haha. I told her to put it on Gabe and of course she couldn't. BUT guess who else doorbell ditched me? Cody! He and Shelby were an cahoots! They were on the side of my house giggling the whole time. It was such a cute and thoughtful gift. They said Gabe told them to do it and play a trick on me. And that does sound like something my silly little baby would do.
 The night before me and my sister got to work on my Mom and Grammies Mothers Day gift. We were going to be VERY creative and awesome. We went to Wally World and got our supplies. We are great story tellers and love candy...so this was the result.

I will tell you what it says since it's kinda hard to read. "Once upon a time there were two LEMONHEADS. And they came across a SOURPATCH and contracted a WHATCHAMACALLIT. Some LIFESAVERS HEATH-er and Shelby told them they had to take giant WHOPPERS (poops) in order to survive. Grammie and Mommy let out lots of SNICKERS and that's when they told us they had to take us to New YORK. When we got there they told us we were on a time CRUNCH and we need to locate the THINGAMAJIG. On the way a paparazzi stopped them on 5TH AVENUE to take pics of Moms MOUNDS. We ran away because he was just looking to SKOR. The end. hahaha if you say you have heard better stories then you are a LIAR and you better take off your pants because they are on fire!!!

Kickboxing aftermath

As you know...I took a kickboxing class last night. I thought I knew what I was getting into because I had done them at Gold's Gym a few times. I was soooo off it wasn't even funny. First of all we got to punch and kick these things:

We partnered up and used these bad boys and it was seriously AWESOME!!! Gold's doesn't have these. We had to hit air. Landing your fist into something feels so much better and rewarding. I pictured it was my ex and his Mom's face that I was punching and kicking. I was hitting it so hard I split open my knuckle. I need gloves next time for sure. I thought that lifting weights was a good stress reliever. Boy was I wrong. This is 3434034646 times more fun and great for stress and my anger issues!

I haven't been that out of breath and red faced from a workout in so long. I don't even remember the last time I felt like that. I wanted to give up so many times, but I just kept going. I wanted to prove to myself I could make it through the hour class. It was really worth it. I felt so good after wards. Like I could accomplish anything. I am going to go every single week now. The instructor was way nice too. She looked AMAZING and has had 5 kids. If she can look that good then so can I!

She had us do jabs, uppercuts, back hands, kicking to the front, side, and back. We jumped rope, did jumping jacks, ran laps, did abs. It was a killer workout. I just know it's going to get me in great shape. I can't wait for next week. I need to get myself some gloves so I don't jack up my hands.

I have done two aerobics classes this week. One was called Fitness 360 and it was like a full body workout with weights and cardio. Then last night was the kickboxing class. I may do a Zumba class or Bootcamp class on Saturday if I can wake my lazy ass up. But just in the last 2 days I have lost 3 pounds.

Here's to getting healthy!!!!!

I am a fat lard

As some of you may know...I have gained some weight the past few years. I used to be in the BEST shape. When Ryan and I started dating I was toned, muscular, and tiny. About 110 lbs. I was in a size ONE! A SIZE ONE!!!!! Well not anymore. I kinda got burned out with the whole gym routine and just quit going. I am not going to tell you what size I am now or how much I weigh. You could possibly barf.

A new rec center opened up by my house so me and Ryan got a year pass there. My little sister Shelby comes with me too. She's my workout buddy :)

Getting ready to work out!

I just started working out the way that I used to. Which is weight lifting 3-4 days a week and sometimes cardio. Obviously I knew I needed more cardio, but I loathe it. Shelby and I started getting pretty strong! When we started, she couldn't even curl a 5 pound dumbell haha. We started doing lots of ab workouts too. I was doing cardio about 30 minutes 3 days a week and even that was hard for me. It hurts my boobs and I would rather be doing a gazillion other things than cardio shmardio.

We have been working out like that for about 2 1/2 months. I have been getting way strong and have been loving those results BUT I haven't lost a single pound. I couldn't understand how I am still the same weight as I started. I used to work out like this all the time and I looked pretty freaking good. Soooooooooo I asked my very knowledgeable husband about what he thought. He said because I am older now my metabolism has probably gone down and I can't get away with that workout anymore. He said I was training like a power lifter. Which any power lifter I know is VERY strong, but isn't toned or thin really. I don't want to look like a power lifter regardless of how strong I am. Exhibit A:

I bet these men are stronger than anyone you know, but they look out of shape and fat

I don't want to look like this. I just LOVE lifting weights and feeling that triumph when I can put more weight and more and more. It's a huge stress reliever. Ryan suggested I start doing the aerobics classes. They are usually an hour long and most of the women in there look really fit. So me and Shelby decided to do a "Fitness 360" class last night. HOLY FREAKING SHIT BALLS. It was much much much harder than I thought it would be. I knew I was strong...but endurance was not my friend. My heart was racing the entire time and I was sweating a lot. I knew I was getting an awesome workout. It was full body. I am so excited to try this new adventure. I think I will be looking like I used to in no time! Me and Shelby are doing the kickboxing class tonight. I can't wait. I used to go to a kickboxing class at Gold's Gym and I loved it. What a fun way to workout! Besides...I pictured I was punching my ex husbands face and kicking in his stupid fat Mom's. It was a good anger management class.


Just to prove I am not lying about being in really good shape. Here is proof. Wish me luck on my quest!

This isn't the best quality. Its a picture of a picture from a modeling thing I did for a motorcycle racing company

 

 

 

 

Dear sleep...I love you

Lately I have been soooo incredibly lazy. I did just get my wisdom teeth out so that is a good excuse for the last few days. See, I have a problem. A love affair. A love affair with sleep. I love sleep so much it isn't even funny. If I could sleep in until 11 every day I would. My dream job would be a mattress tester. I could just sleep and test out mattresses for a living. Do you think that job exists?

This guy has the right idea

Because of my love for sleep, I would rather sleep an extra hour than get up and get ready for the day. This happens every single day. I tell myself the night before "Okay, you are going to set your alarm for 530 and get up and get all gorgeous." Then 530 comes and I hit snooze until 615. That barely gives me enough time to wash my face, throw on some clothes (which is usually my soccer warm ups and a hoodie), and make coffee. I always throw my hair up in a bun or pony and never wear makeup. When I sleep in for that extra hour I am so content and happy. Snuggly and warm in my bed. BUT then when I get to work I am so pissed at myself I can't stand it. This is how I usually look every single day (unless Ryan and I go out on a date)

I am not even joking. I go to work like this every day

Same here except I don't wear these holy pants

Like my Phineas and Ferb shirt? I love it sooo much! One of the best cartoons ever!


Okay, so anyways. See what I mean?  No makeup, glasses, hair up, WAY casual clothes. We have a dress code at my work, but they don't enforce it. Sometimes I wish they would because then I would have an excuse to get ready. I used to work at BMW and they required us to all be in business attire and have our hair and makeup done. It sucked big donkey balls. I hated it. That could be one reason why I don't like getting ready. But I think mostly it's because I love sleep more. I get to work and am immediately pissed off at myself for being a lazy ho bag. I have all these cute clothes in my closet, but no one would ever know. I also clean up pretty well too. But again, no one would ever know. Like every now and then I get a wild hair up my ass and decide to get all dolled up and stuffs. I get this response when I do " Heather you look sooooo cute! What's the occasion?" or "What are you doing today that has you all dressed up?". Stuff like that.

Here is what I look like when I try. It's an improvement for sure.

I know I know...kinda slutty. But it was Vegas baby!

I think next week, starting a new fresh work week, I am going to try to get myself ready every day and look perty. We'll see! Wish me luck!

Bye Bye wisdom teeth

At this very moment I am pretty out of it due to a pain pill called Percocet. So if this post doesn't make much sense and there are lots of misspellings...you know why. Getting these bastards out was traumatizing. At first I was mroe scared of the IV for the anestethia because I HATE needles. Hate em. Hate their stinkign God awful guts. I went to the doctor (my lovely awesome cool Dad took me) and I wasn't even scared avout the surgery. My hands started immediately sweating when I saw the nurse bring in the needles ahhhhh. I needed a paper towel to soak up the excessive sweat pouring from my hands. Ew. It was kinda embarrassing.

The doctor came in and started asking me about my job and stuff. Does he really care? No! He was distracing me because he was puttting sleepy time medicine in the IV to konk me out. I don't even remember falling asleep. But when I woke up he had a HUGE booger in his nose and I made it my job to tell him. I didn't even care. I did him a favort.

My Dad took me home and I laid down. Bad Idea. Apparently when you lay flat on your back after that kind of sdirgery it makes blood clots come open. I was bleeing like someone slashed my tongue off. It was pouring out of my mouth. I was freakign out and my Dad had to call teh doctor. I had to sit down because I was going to pass the eff out. Ryan said I was sooo owhite. Well duh I was bleeding like a shark bit off my face. I had to stuff gauze in my mouth for 2 hours and bite down hard to get it to clot again. I almost barfed. I hate blood. The taste is so gross. I held it together though because I knew in my medicated state that throwing up after just having surgery on your mouth would be bad.

My Dad took care of my for awhile and then my awesome sister Shelby did and then Ryan did. I have a great family. I love them. And on top of that I have lost a few pounds. ALl I can eat is jello, pudding, applesauce. I can't poop. Why? Its not right!!!!!!!


I am at work and I am pretty sure I need to go home because I can't function and I know I am prob not gonna be very useful. Let me remind you it wasn't some ordianry wisdom teeth removal. Remember my post about HITLER. He effed my mouth up. I have lots of stitches and its hurty and swollen. Ever seen Hunchback of Notre Dam. That is me.

On the good note...Mother's Day was good. I will post about it tmrw and post pictures of what Gabe got me :) He is always my sweet loving baby. He had my family busy

Gabes song

My Dad, Gabe's Grandpa loves his "little buddy" with all his heart. I can't even picture a better Grandpa. Gabe called him Gampa. Well, my Dad would make up little songs to sing to Gabe all the time. I've had Gabe's favorite stuck in my head all morning. I thought I would share it will you. I wish you could hear the tune and how it's sung :) My Dad liked to sing it while bouncing Gabe on his knees.

"Mr. buddy doo do do do, he's my buddy, doo do do do,
And I love him, doo do do do, very much,
Mr. buddy doo do do do, he's my buddy, doo do do do, And I love him, doo do do do, very much, very much, very much.
Gabriel, oh Gabriel. He is my little buddy boy.
Gabriel, oh Gabriel. He is my little buddy.
Gabriel, he's my buddy,
He's my buddy, he's my pal.
Gabriel, he's my buddy, he's my buddy he's my paaaaal."

Every time I think about this song and how much Gabe loved it it makes me smile. I love my Dad so much and I love how wonderful of a Grandpa he was to Gabe. I have some cute pictures of him and Gabe in Gabe's room. I will have to bring in my camera and upload the pictures on here this weekend when I am laying in bed in pain over Hitler being taken out of my mouth. 

 Everyone have a great day! Hug and kiss your babies and call your Dad and tell him you love him!

Wisdom teeth suck

I hate wisdom teeth. There is no reason for them and they don't give me more wisdom. Trust me, I know a lot about wisdom. Here is the story about my adventure in wisdom teeth.

There once was an attractive fun girl named Heather Mitchell. She loved her teeth. She did everything she should do to keep them nice looking. She got braces, a retainer, a permanent retainer, she brushed, flossed, and rinsed with mouth wash twice daily. She also whitened her teeth and made them shine like Zeus's hair.

As Heather got older she realized this shooting pain in the back of her mouth. Then she noticed teeth were growing! Could it be? She had more teeth!?? Eventually all of her stupid wisdom teeth came in....except for one. She liked to call him Hitler. He was turned on his side and impacted. He caused her lots of pain and discomfort.

Heather's husband Ryan (who happened to be the sexiest man alive) had an old mission companion that was a dentist. Heather and Ryan drove a long ways to Price to get her two top wisdom teeth pulled for FREE 99. Heather was awake and just was numbed a lot. She seriously almost puked in the Mormon dentists face when she heard her teeth cracking and smelled that nasty ass tooth smell. The dentist instructed her that Hitler had to be taken out by an oral surgeon and the other little wisdom tooth dude could stay. Heather went home high as a kite on pain killers and Ryan took good care of her because he loved her.


THEN! One dark and stormy night, Hitler started acting up. He caused Heather much pain and discomfort. Heather decided once and for all she would rid herself of this Nazi loving tooth. She called her local dentist who happened to be way nice and she liked him as much as she could like any evil pointy object wielding dentist. He told her that Hitler was rubbing on her other teeth and causing bone loss! BONE LOSS!  Holy flying pancakes and sausages!

This was terrible terrible news for Heather to receive. She loved her teeth and her bones. Heather made an appointment with a highly recommended oral surgeon. He was VERY TALL. VERY TALL. And for a dentist, his breath stunk. Heather hoped he wasn't a smoker. Smokers can't be trusted with teeth. If they cared about their teeth like she did, they wouldn't be smoking. None the less, he seemed smart and well educated in the process of Hitler tooth removal. She decided to make an appointment to get the bastard out of her mouth once and for all.

Heather Mitchell is getting her two leftover wisdom teeth taken out Friday May 6th. Wish her luck. She also decided she might save the teeth to put under her pillow. She heard the tooth fairy is DWAYNE JOHNSON AKA: THE ROCK and that he pays extra money for wisdom teeth.

Wants for my house

Ryan and I have been pretty busy doing things to our house. Making it "ours". We've re-done our bedroom and bathroom, another bathroom, our kitchen, yard...the list can go on and on. There are so many more thing we want to do. Here is my list:

-I want to plant lots of flowers in our front yard. I want to have the prettiest yard on the block! Unfortunately I can't do it this weekend because I have to get my stupid stupid wisdom teeth taken out. Why did God even give them to us? Ehhhhh

- I want a brick back splash in my kitchen like so:

I LOVE THE LOOK OF THIS! IT WOULD BE PERFECT IN MY KITCHEN

- I want crown molding throughout the whole upstairs

I THINK CROWN MOLDING JUST TIES THE WHOLE ROOM TOGETHER

 -New counters in the kitchen and bathrooms

I LIKE THIS COLOR FOR MY KITCHEN OR A LITTLE DARKER

I LIKE THIS COLOR FOR MY MASTER BATHROOM

I LIKE THIS COLOR FOR MY UPSTAIRS HALL BATHROOM

-New light for over the kitchen table

RYAN & I LIKE THIS ONE FOR ABOVE OUR KITCHEN TABLE

I LIKE THIS ONE FOR ABOVE OUR STAIRCASE GOING INTO THE BASEMENT

 -We also would love a new kitchen table. The one we got is okay I guess. But, when we moved in a few years ago we just bought a cheap one from Wally World to have something to eat on. I want something more like this:

I LOVE THE RUSTIC LOOK OF THIS TABLE AND THE BLACK CHAIRS LOOK PERFECT WITH IT!

 

 

That is just some of the wants for our house. I think eventually we will get it all done. Decorating a house can be expensive and time consuming for sure. I love my home so much! There is nothing like coming home and looking at a space you did all on your own (well with Ryan of course).

I need to take some pictures of the new bed we got at Ikea over the weekend! It is soooo awesome. I love it. It's one of those platform beds. We needed a bigger bed for two reasons: Molly and Crockett. Crockett is 90 pounds and Molly when full grown will be around 130. A queen just wasn't working for them haha. And also I have been told it is bad for large breed dogs to jump up and down on things. It is bad for their joints and stuff. It can take years off of their life. I love my bed and so does my hubbster and my pups. It worked out for everyone!