Gold, Frankincense... and Gold

So Big E and I pretty much love Christmas. Really there is nothing better than being married to someone who loves something just as much as you do. (Oh how I wish the Utes were one of those things.) Anyway, a couple of nights ago, we were telling Mack the Christmas story. Here are some of our favorite, totally inaccurate parts.

-So Mary and Joseph had to travel to Bethlehem to pay their taxes. See the funny thing is that the Bethlehem Treasury System, is very different then the United States Treasury System. To pay my taxes every April 15th, I would have to travel to Idaho.
-Joseph got Mary all ready to go. He packed her bags and got her comfortable on the CAMEL, that was taking them to Bethlehem.
-We they got to Bethlehem, there was no room in the inn. The only place Joseph could find for Mary was a BARN.
-The wiseman saw the star and wanted to come worship the Baby Jesus. They brought him gifts of gold, and frankincense.... and MORE GOLD.

I think we need to take Christmas 101 again.
Here is an odd story for you: We had a lovely Thanksgiving up in Idaho with the Larsen side of the family. It was great food, family and fun. But both Mack and I came home to a HORRIBLE cold. Gross. I weened Mack about three weeks ago, like cold turkey weened. No more milk. The moment he burns up with a fever, guess what happens. Milk. Yup, started randomly. Fully lactating again. WHAT?

Things That Make You Go Hmm..

Good week this week, actually great week this week much better than the last one. Afterall it was Big E's Birthday Week! I love Birthdays and this year was a great one. I had been trying to think of great gifts to get him about three months ago, when I came up with the idea of really good Jazz tickets and Braza Grill. Two weeks before Birthday Week, he calls and asks if we have plans on the 9th because his work was taking him to the Jazz game and a Brazilian resturaunt. Hmm.. that idea was blotched. Plan B, fly out to Disneyland for the day, spend ten or so hours there and come home. Nope airline tickets and times didn't work out. Plan C, Monday Night Football game in Denver. Nope see Plan B reasons for falling through. So by the time I reached Plan M, I was getting a little discouraged. But the day was GREAT.
He came home from work and we left to go to "dinner" but really checked into a Bed and Breakfast, Castle Creek Inn. (Here is a plug for the Inn. I have been to a many of B&B's and I am always somewhat leery. I don't want overly hokey my-bed-is-a-gondola/covered wagon. I also don't want bright lights screaming that this is the place to well, do it, if you know what I mean.) Castle Creek was AMAZING, clean and NO, we didn't hear anyone else.)
We checked in and left for dinner and I possibly had one of the best burgers ever, Red Robin's Bonzai burger. Yummy. We went back to the B&B and watched Glee. LOVED IT. Holy smokes, Sue is human and actually made me a little weepy. HMMM... Loved this episode, the only thing I did not love was "Defying Gravity" , the youtube version was much better. The next morning we woke up, had breakfast and went for a couples massage. My body is still delightfully gelationous. I really just love Big E, he is great, everything that I could have ever dreamed. What an amazing husband and daddy.
So I have had a really hard time getting Mack to take me seriously when I am trying to tell him "no" or "danger". The man knows he is adorable and smiles and then giggles. NO MATTER WHAT I DO. Really I doesn't matter how emphatic I am, how stern, or how loud. I did notice that he does respond to Toby when he yelps at him... so I tried it, works like a gem. So if you hear me yelping in church, just disregard me!

Need a Giggle?

Wow, what a MONSTER week, it really was a nasty one. I needed a giggle, so I found my favorite dog vs cats story and chortled. Maybe you need a giggle too?

Doggie Diary Entry:

8:00 am - Dog food! My favorite thing!
9:30 am - A car ride! My favorite thing!
9:40 am - A walk in the park! My favorite thing!
10:30 am - Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!
12:00 pm - Lunch! My favorite thing!
1:00 pm - Played in the yard! My favorite thing!
3:00 pm - Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!
5:00 pm - Milk bones! My favorite thing!
7:00 pm - Got to play ball! My favorite thing!
8:00 pm - Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!
11:00 pm - Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Cat Diary Entry:

Day 983 of my captivity.

My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength. The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape.

In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a "good little hunter" I am. Idiots!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of "allergies." I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow --but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches.

The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released - and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously stupid.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now . . .

Hope you laughed. By the way, if you are a Glee fan, youtube "Glee cast Defying Gravity". LOVE IT.

Happy Ween!

Halloween was, as always, a howling success at the Larsen/Jones household. We had planned a great party with my family, which was SO much fun! I love how into the adults and children get into the whole costume thing. We had great food, donuts on a string, games and costumes. The "Sign Game" was the hit of the night (Kenzie, Kennedy and Keegan rocked). It really was great and I am SO grateful that I am so close to my shiz-niz family!











So, I am WAY too lazy to put a caption under each one, so here is a small summary:
Eric is one dang sexy Zorro, I am a purple witch a Mack is a sleepy lion. Meet Hugh Hefner and his Playboy Bunny, Grandma and Grandpa. Rob and Merisa, the Devil and Angel, with Rob looking quite fetching in a dress. Janie is the prettiest Teletubby ever, while Toby is a mighty steed. My parents costumes are somewhat disturbing with Dad as a baby, and Mom as Uncle Fester. Kenzie and Kennedy are cheerleaders in training, while James was just simply born to be a pirate. Suzy was a gorgeous witch with quite the wicked hat and Swans are the scariest zombies, vampire and NERD known to man! And lastly, TJ and Mack are the cutest tigers I have ever seen! Thanks everyone for a fantastically fun night!

Seriously, How Cute is the Man?

Blogitis

Can't believe it has been a month (or longer) since we have posted. I have had blogitis what can I say? In a nut shell, here are the Larsen going ons.

Check out the newest member of the fam. Suzy and James welcomed TJ into their family last month. He is six weeks old and a DARLING baby. And might I mention he is pretty dang lucky to have such rockin' parents!



Speaking of new members, Christie, Eric's sister is engaged to be married in December. Arturo is a great guy, I can't wait to have someone else in the Larsen clan that likes to sleep in. Morning is SO not the time for singing :)

The move was successful. We feel very lucky to be in the position that we are in right now. My parents have been INCREDIBLY generous and the arrangement is working out well. We are getting really sick of the "Aren't you so sick of living with your in-laws?" and the "How is it REALLY going?" and the finale "You know you really need your own space" questions. Seriously. It is working out very well. We feel so lucky to have sold the condo, and to have a place to stay while we house shop. Plus, my parents are the bomb-diggity so how could we be miserable?

The man is as darling as ever. He is perfecting his army crawl, almost crawling on his knees. Man that kid is as cute as ever. He has two bottom teeth and is cutting more. I feel so bad for him but he is holding up SO well. Query and suggestion: Why is it called "cutting teeth" and not "cutting mom's nipple"? Just a thought.

Sorry this was a quick one, but look for more posts soon!

I Hate Packing

I HATE packing, I really do. I have never complained so much in my life, I am sure that helps the process. How do you people do it that are moving from a house larger than a two bedroom, 1300 sq foot condo? Really I admire you. I get so bored. Bless Mr. L's heart, he knows that I am getting sick of it. All of the sudden my labeling of boxes starts to get really fancy so I can take more time labeling than packing. The words "Storage: Bathroom Junk" have never looked so good. I also like to really take my time with taping. Whoops all of the sudden I lost the end of the packing tape, finding it can turn into a thirty minute project. Mr L is good to me, I also have to be acknowledged for every box I pack. I am married to a good man!