H. A .Double L. O. W. Double E N!

This year's creation. Nothing special, but it is such a fun tradition.
Hyrum was a firefighter.... let's just say his outfit was a cheap creation by me. And didn't last long on Halloween.
Adelaide wore Hyrum's six month outfit (at ten months) and had the pants up to her knees. She was a sweet little bee though.
The kids at mom and dad's.
Seeing the witches.

Halloween was fun. I helped plan a party with a relief society sister for those who are less active. We had a lot of families come. Then I forced, yes forced, Hyrum to go down two long streets. He threw a fit every two houses or so, but I persevered! I was proud of myself, because dealing with him makes me want to turn him into a toad sometimes. He ended up with a lot of candy that we will be eating for weeks and weeks.

Mission Reunion and life update.

Yes, I served in the Sydney South Australia Mission. Yes, it was awesome. Yes, it was an amazing experience. And yes, I'm glad it is over. :) Sometimes I miss the wonderful life of missionaries, and then I remember how hard it was. I imagine it is like that when your kids are grown and you are wishing you could go back and have them little again. I had my mission reunion the other day. I only knew six people there. It was sad. And I was the only one with kids... I felt old. I guess that is what reunions do to you. Make you feel old.

As for other news... uh... there is none. Sorry! But I will say that my kids are growing. Adelaide is a crawling machine, and Hyrum is becoming more and more of an active "terrible twos" participator. Kill me now!

I recently pimped my ride. I got limo tint in the back of my car as well as tint in the front and some cool seat covers. I am trying to make my car worthwhile and prevent skin cancer. :) Plus I got sick of stains on my car seats and Hyrum complaining the sun was hot. For anyone who is thinking about tinting, it is a great investment!

The Biggest Decision Ever!

Yes, in case you are wondering, Cody and I have been having "the talk". Well, several talks to be exact. We are deciding if we want to try again. And shortly after he left, I would have given a faster than fast YES! Now, the best I can manage is a cautious maybe. I have honestly forgiven him for the things he has done. Yet somehow that doesn't take away the fear of the future. So does that mean I haven't truly forgiven him? And it is not just me. I know my lovely family was hurt and upset by his actions also. And I'm sure it goes both ways. So how on earth do you even begin to attempt to put this big ole humpty dumpty back together again? For the life of me, I don't know. Do I still love him? Yes. But does love trump everything else? I don't know. If it were just the two of us involved, perhaps it would be easier. But there are children, inlaws, and even cats involved! I know I will never get married again if both parties aren't one billion percent in it for the long haul. Whether or not it is with my ex-husband.

Ok... on a much lighter note, we adopted three little fish named Shera, Xena, and Rainbow Brite. One week later, Shera, the yellow one, died. :( Boo. Another trip to the potty for us. It is down to the last two warriors.

That is all.

Life is happening!

Well folks, after six lovely months of life, Killer has passed away. I knew it was happening, as I could tell the signs and knew he must have been old when I got him. Cause baby, I took great care of that fish! A cleaner aquarium you never did see. Yes, I cried, and yes, I flushed him down the toilet. I felt like a crapper for putting him down one. But I told myself that he wanted one last ride, and it was basically like reading the last rights to flush a fish down the toilet. So good-bye my lovely fish. I never thought I'd love you, but I did.

I recently got a horrible haircut. Why is it that the model always looks better than you? My guess is that the model is 100 times better looking than me, but the hair stylist told me I need to have damaged hair to get that much volume. So that is lame. My hair looked slightly less awful as I did my usual and cut it myself when I got home. But still... I need a paper bag for this thing.

My dates have gone okay. Tyler is a nice boy. I just say boy, cause that is what I think of him as. He seems like a little brother to me. And believe it or not, Ernest is still around. He is growing on me, but I still don't want to marry him. I convinced him to take my friend on a date and so I'm hoping they get distracted with each other. Some how I think I'm going to once again be the Emma of it all.

And the most exciting thing... I got Lasik! Well technically I got PRK, which is the oldest form of it. I wanted to get the new version, but alas, my corneas are shaped funny. Stupid eyes. :( But I saved 600 and had a few days of absolute blindness, but my vision hasn't been this good in soooo long. And it only gets better! I'm grateful that I decided to participate in the clinical study, which saved me a lot of money and so I still have some saved away for a house (haha....a house...) I go to the doctor today to take off my bandage contacts.... so it is all uphill from here! Yeah!

A pauling Paul and Andre the Giant Goatee..

So the title says it all. I went on a date with a guy named Paul. He bossed me around the entire time, saying... "take this over there... don't do that..." ect. Originally he was going to pick me up, but at the last minute was like, "I changed my mind. Meet me downtown." Needless to say, one chance was all this turd got. A few days later I went on a date with a guy named Andre. And all I can say is SMARMY! He looked like he came out of a bad movie. He wore a silky shirt and had one huge nasty Goatee. I am not a fan of facial hair. Never have been, never will be. Yuck. He kept asking me if I liked his goatee. For a while I tried to be polite, and eventually asked, "Do you like mine?" He said "if you had one, I wouldn't be here right now." And I said, "Now you know how I feel." Yes, kind of rude, but he was getting on my nerves. After that he stood up and left. I wasn't offended, I was relieved. I also recently went on a date with a guy named Joel. He was nice, but had no ambition or drive. Honestly, this generation of men is embarrassing. :( I'm supposed to go to a movie with a guy named Tyler this week, so I'll let you know!

The Importance of Being Ernest.

Yes, my date's name is Ernest. ERNEST!! My mom claims people can't help what their names are, but I think that is just irresponsible to be called Ernest. We went to dinner and had some nice conversation. He seemed like a nice guy. Until I accidentally mentioned grandpa. I think I said something stupid like, "Oh I think my grandpa gave a talk on that once." I was then in a sticky situation. Lie about grandpa, or just come out with it. I made the wrong decision and told the truth. Needless to say, Grandpa was the topic of our conversation for the rest of the evening. Ernest even tried to impress me with his "Elder Ballard" impersonations. After I pretended like they were good (they weren't) he would do it again, and laugh and laugh and laugh. Let's just say any spark that may of been there was gone in a flash. Finally I told him that if he wanted to date Grandpa I'd give him his number. He actually looked excited for a minute. I'll take a pass from this 'Ernest' apostle hunter. Wish me luck on my date tonight. At least this person is named Paul.

My first bad online dating experience.

What is up with this picture you may ask? Well, I didn't have any others, so here is a random one. Tie it in as you will. :)

Okay, so as you know, I've started the process of "online dating." I have met several great people on there already. But here is the story of my first bad experience. For all intensive purposes, we shall call the guy in the story 'Buttface.'

So Buttface and I had talked several times online, and discovered we had a lot in common. Buttface wanted to meet, and kept nagging me about it, but I am very hesitant to do so. So finally, I decided to have a bunch of people over for pizza one night, and invited him. He seemed a little frustrated that it wasn't going to just be me and him, but he came anyway.

We got along great and had a good time. The next day, we went on a few errands and then to lunch with the kids. I felt very comfortable with him. I did tell him several times that I am a SLOW mover, and have to be friends with someone for a long time before wanting to date seriously. We hung out for several hours. That night, whilst sitting all sweaty and stripped down to the G's, he texted me, "Can I come over?" and I thought. Ugh... NO!

So I thought it was time to tell him, once again, that I wanted to just be friends first. Needless to say, he took it bad. He told me he didn't want to wait for anyone and he was upset with me. I couldn't help feeling bad, but then again, he wants to get serious after hanging out two freaking times?? What is wrong with him? I mean, I know I'm awesome, but still!

What I don't understand is how someone who is also divorced can move so quickly. I need my space, and feel good with my life alone. I think it is something I really need to ease into this time. Perhaps it is because he is a guy, and as all those studies say, men are happier married, and women are happier single. lol...

I haven't heard from him since, and am very releaved. Mom ofcourse told me it was my fault for signing up on the website. What do you all think? However, I am going on a date with a different guy on Thursday, so we shall see. I will post my dating exploits for your enjoyment later.