As most of you know, pregnant women get tired a lot easier and faster. I have found this to be really true with Danica. It will be about 8:30 and she’ll say, “What time is it, like ten? I’m so tired!” And every night without fell I say, “No, its 8:30.” Danica-“Really, I’m SOOO TIRED!” She is so cute, because she would rather stay up and spend time with me than go to bed.
Well last night she made it to bed by 10:00. I stayed up about an hour later and when I crept into the room I found her dead asleep. She had one hand on one of my pillows, (yes we both sleep with more than one pillow) and when I tried to move my pillow to get into bed, she started talking to me. So this is how it went. Danica-“I want that back!” Cody-“What back?” Danica-“My cottage cheese blanket” Cody-“Your cottage cheese blanket?” Danica-“Ya, my scuba diving one….the one that is handmade.” At this point I could resist going and writing this down so I said, “Ok, let me go and get it for you.” Danica-“Thank you” I went back into the front room, wrote it down and had a good laugh. I knew she loved blankets and making them, I just did not know she also dreamt about them.
Danica also has been a trooper so far in the pregnancy. She still works hard and cares so much about others. I feel lucky to have her. Sometimes, those pregnancy hormones kick in (or at least that’s what she calls them) but overall she is so sweet and I love her. She also loves the new car so much, (probably more than me) and I wonder if I’ll ever get to drive it again. Danica has also gotten supersonic smell and hearing since she has been pregnant, so she hates driving the old car because it rattles a bit. What an excuse. O well, at least she is happy and like the saying goes, “If mamma aint happy, no one aint happy!” So true.
March 19, 2009
What are you dreaming!
March 18, 2009
New Member of the Claridge Family
As everyone already knows, we were blessed with a new car. Thank the heavens we were able to cut a deal quickly and move on with life. Its a Charcoal 2009 Toyota Corolla. Everyday I can't wait to drive to work and back! Pathetic? You betcha!
Sorry the pictures aren't the best. There was a herd of "hoodlums" so I was hurrying and as I was walking back, I fell off of the curb and twisted my knee. Thats the 3rd time I've fallen off of a curb. Least it wasn't like the one time in Dillard's parking lot when I actually fell and ate it!
March 15, 2009
All About Tamra AKA EVERYBODY
First off, my mom has taught me more about how to have a fun life, full of laughter more than anyone else and for that I will always be grateful and continue the sick sense of humor!
One time after church my mom was making mashed potatoes and no not potato pearls...we're much better than that garbage. Our food was ALWAYS the real deal (as you can tell). Well she was mixing away and went to put in the pepper when apparently the lid came off or something. I believe she said, "ah s***" or something along those lines followed with laughter. This isn't the average size pepper shaker we're talking about either, it is the HUGE bottle you use to REFILL the shaker. The fluffy off-white potatoes became a gray color and very, VERY powerful. We all ate them the best we could after drowning them in gravy but I've always been nervous its going to happen again.
I think it was my 3rd year to go to girls camp, my mom was the President and I don't think we ever stopped making fun of each other. I mocked her laugh every time I heard it but really emphasized how loud it is! A few years later, mine is the exact same and Cody tells me I make his ears bleed.
At the same girls camp, the night before we went home we had testimony meeting. It was pretty spiritual and girls you wouldn't expect to say anything did. Well I guess to lighten the mood my mom stood up, paused, then started walking away. Everyone just watched and then she said, "I gotta go to the bathroom." Shifty eyes came from everyone and she said, "Just kidding, I do have a testimony." It was absolutely hilarious.
Everyone knows I'm completely accident prone. In fact, my 7th grade year I was nominated "Most likely to get hurt" out of the whole student body. Grand. And true. Everytime I hurt myself my mom would say, "take ibuprofen (she made me do it myself and yes those bottles ARE idiot proof) and we'll go to the doctor when the swelling goes down (meaning a couple of days)." I am now immune to ibuprofen. On a Young Women trip to Flagstaff, I fell ice skating (who thought of letting me on the ice really?), and the other leader totally freaked and asked my mom why she wasn't rushing me to the ER. Good ole Tammy said, "ah she'll be fine. We'll go in a couple days." TOUGH LOVE folks.
I had an ingrown toenail when I was young, and all night it just throbbed and throbbed. She came in the room out of total frustration and told me to quit my crying and go to sleep. To be honest, I don't remember even crying at all. She then did a quick fix to my toe by digging out the toe nail from the side and shoving a cotton ball underneath it to "relieve" the pain. I think thats when I started crying. (To be honest, I really think she imagined me crying because sometimes I think I hear things too but I really don't.)
When we went to New York, she forgot all of her makeup. Well Hell. Somehow it was SOMEBODY else's fault.
When Cody and I went swimming at The Buttes in Tempe with her and I got pegged in the face with a volleyball. I really don't ever remember her laughing THAT loud for THAT long but she did. To the point where she nearly threw up. I wish we could've caught that on camera.
I was helping her clean the kitchen one night and I told her to throw me a dish rag to wipe the counter. I had my arms extended. She threw it (chucked not lobbed). It pegged me in the face and then I clapped my hands together. My reflexes suck. I blame the ibuprofen.
We always get in boxing matches and like my dad says, "better knock it off you two before someone gets hurt." I usually let her hurt me so she still feels young.
She can whip a towel like nobody's business.
She loves her "Itsy Bitsy Mitzy" who I recently renamed as "Itchy Bi***y Mitchy". That poor dog. Seriously the most fitting name ever tho.
She had my whole wedding planned before I could even come to Show Low to help. As soon as I told her the colors I might possibly like, the invitations were made and sent, decorations reserved and a decorating team recruited. I think I helped with one thing and that was, I showed up.
She told me I was nuts as soon as I told her I was going to marry Cody (a week after I met him) and now I can't help but agree with her! :D She has been the best at making sure we are always making it.
Through many hard trials in my life, I would come home either from HS or College and find notes on my bed telling me how much she loved me and knew I'd make it. She never gave up on me.
I used to tell her, "I love you" before going to bed and she'd say, "Ok." I would just stand there and she'd ask, "What?" I'd tell her, "You're supposed to say it back." And then she would. One Sunday, Sunday school had there lesson on the stage and I was walking by and I heard her tell the class that story. I thought I was so cool because she was telling other adults about my sweet side, which was awesome because a lot of people saw me as a clown.
Speaking of clown, my mom bought me some cute blue plaid shoes and when I put them on I had blue plaid pajama pants on. I looked like a total dork!
While driving, she managed to roll her right hand up in the window while throwing out the bottom of an ice cream cone.
She went to the store early one morning for milk. Her dress didn't have as much give as she thought and went to step from one curb to the next. Her dress tightened around her shins and she went rolling across the parking lot! Of course she laughed so hard at herself and when she took her dress to the dry cleaner, she told them it was dirt on her dress. They asked what kind and she explained and the lady wrote "Street dirt". Totally hilarious.
If she eats too much salt it basically makes her deaf. We know when she's been eating potatoe chips because we basically have to scream at her to get her attention.
When we first moved to Show Low (I was in 4th grade), she took me along to run errands. She dropped me off at Safeway to start the grocery shopping but gave me the credit card just in case. Well I finished the shopping, paid for the groceries and went outside to look for her car but it was no where to be found! She forgot me! I sat on the bench until she remembered like a poor homeless kid. I think I sat there for about 30 minutes before she came. Later on, she did the same thing to Rustin.
I ate a bullet popsicle the other day at work and was texting my mom while she was home sick. I told her what I was eating. Later that night she told my dad she wanted a bullet and he said he had one in the closet. I love that they call each other "evil" in moments like this.
One thing that drove me crazy as a teen was say I was in the car riding along with her. She would ask how my day was. As a teen I had one word answers alot. I would say good and she'd say so it was good huh? Hello! I just answered that question. I remember telling Colbi that she did that all the time and one time Colbi caught her too and just laughed! Oh it drove me nuts but now I do it to Cody.
HOW I'M JUST LIKE MY MOM:
My marriage and her marriage are so identical its crazy. When Cody and I and her and my dad are together, Cody and dad lose complete patience.
Our laugh and weird sense of humor.
My tender side. If she cries, I cry.
We're both very clean and organized but I've gradually become a little OCD
Quick come backs.
Same body shape. We suffer from the disease, Noassatall.
We slam cupboards when we're mad, or doors, or drawers or or or
I love my mom so much and am so thankful for how she chose to raise me and my siblings! I had an awesome childhood and loved all the little quirks of a Texan mom!
One time after church my mom was making mashed potatoes and no not potato pearls...we're much better than that garbage. Our food was ALWAYS the real deal (as you can tell). Well she was mixing away and went to put in the pepper when apparently the lid came off or something. I believe she said, "ah s***" or something along those lines followed with laughter. This isn't the average size pepper shaker we're talking about either, it is the HUGE bottle you use to REFILL the shaker. The fluffy off-white potatoes became a gray color and very, VERY powerful. We all ate them the best we could after drowning them in gravy but I've always been nervous its going to happen again.
I think it was my 3rd year to go to girls camp, my mom was the President and I don't think we ever stopped making fun of each other. I mocked her laugh every time I heard it but really emphasized how loud it is! A few years later, mine is the exact same and Cody tells me I make his ears bleed.
At the same girls camp, the night before we went home we had testimony meeting. It was pretty spiritual and girls you wouldn't expect to say anything did. Well I guess to lighten the mood my mom stood up, paused, then started walking away. Everyone just watched and then she said, "I gotta go to the bathroom." Shifty eyes came from everyone and she said, "Just kidding, I do have a testimony." It was absolutely hilarious.
Everyone knows I'm completely accident prone. In fact, my 7th grade year I was nominated "Most likely to get hurt" out of the whole student body. Grand. And true. Everytime I hurt myself my mom would say, "take ibuprofen (she made me do it myself and yes those bottles ARE idiot proof) and we'll go to the doctor when the swelling goes down (meaning a couple of days)." I am now immune to ibuprofen. On a Young Women trip to Flagstaff, I fell ice skating (who thought of letting me on the ice really?), and the other leader totally freaked and asked my mom why she wasn't rushing me to the ER. Good ole Tammy said, "ah she'll be fine. We'll go in a couple days." TOUGH LOVE folks.I had an ingrown toenail when I was young, and all night it just throbbed and throbbed. She came in the room out of total frustration and told me to quit my crying and go to sleep. To be honest, I don't remember even crying at all. She then did a quick fix to my toe by digging out the toe nail from the side and shoving a cotton ball underneath it to "relieve" the pain. I think thats when I started crying. (To be honest, I really think she imagined me crying because sometimes I think I hear things too but I really don't.)
When we went to New York, she forgot all of her makeup. Well Hell. Somehow it was SOMEBODY else's fault.
When Cody and I went swimming at The Buttes in Tempe with her and I got pegged in the face with a volleyball. I really don't ever remember her laughing THAT loud for THAT long but she did. To the point where she nearly threw up. I wish we could've caught that on camera.
I was helping her clean the kitchen one night and I told her to throw me a dish rag to wipe the counter. I had my arms extended. She threw it (chucked not lobbed). It pegged me in the face and then I clapped my hands together. My reflexes suck. I blame the ibuprofen.
We always get in boxing matches and like my dad says, "better knock it off you two before someone gets hurt." I usually let her hurt me so she still feels young.
She can whip a towel like nobody's business.
She loves her "Itsy Bitsy Mitzy" who I recently renamed as "Itchy Bi***y Mitchy". That poor dog. Seriously the most fitting name ever tho.
She had my whole wedding planned before I could even come to Show Low to help. As soon as I told her the colors I might possibly like, the invitations were made and sent, decorations reserved and a decorating team recruited. I think I helped with one thing and that was, I showed up.
She told me I was nuts as soon as I told her I was going to marry Cody (a week after I met him) and now I can't help but agree with her! :D She has been the best at making sure we are always making it.
Through many hard trials in my life, I would come home either from HS or College and find notes on my bed telling me how much she loved me and knew I'd make it. She never gave up on me.
I used to tell her, "I love you" before going to bed and she'd say, "Ok." I would just stand there and she'd ask, "What?" I'd tell her, "You're supposed to say it back." And then she would. One Sunday, Sunday school had there lesson on the stage and I was walking by and I heard her tell the class that story. I thought I was so cool because she was telling other adults about my sweet side, which was awesome because a lot of people saw me as a clown.Speaking of clown, my mom bought me some cute blue plaid shoes and when I put them on I had blue plaid pajama pants on. I looked like a total dork!
While driving, she managed to roll her right hand up in the window while throwing out the bottom of an ice cream cone.
She went to the store early one morning for milk. Her dress didn't have as much give as she thought and went to step from one curb to the next. Her dress tightened around her shins and she went rolling across the parking lot! Of course she laughed so hard at herself and when she took her dress to the dry cleaner, she told them it was dirt on her dress. They asked what kind and she explained and the lady wrote "Street dirt". Totally hilarious.If she eats too much salt it basically makes her deaf. We know when she's been eating potatoe chips because we basically have to scream at her to get her attention.
When we first moved to Show Low (I was in 4th grade), she took me along to run errands. She dropped me off at Safeway to start the grocery shopping but gave me the credit card just in case. Well I finished the shopping, paid for the groceries and went outside to look for her car but it was no where to be found! She forgot me! I sat on the bench until she remembered like a poor homeless kid. I think I sat there for about 30 minutes before she came. Later on, she did the same thing to Rustin.
I ate a bullet popsicle the other day at work and was texting my mom while she was home sick. I told her what I was eating. Later that night she told my dad she wanted a bullet and he said he had one in the closet. I love that they call each other "evil" in moments like this.
One thing that drove me crazy as a teen was say I was in the car riding along with her. She would ask how my day was. As a teen I had one word answers alot. I would say good and she'd say so it was good huh? Hello! I just answered that question. I remember telling Colbi that she did that all the time and one time Colbi caught her too and just laughed! Oh it drove me nuts but now I do it to Cody.HOW I'M JUST LIKE MY MOM:
My marriage and her marriage are so identical its crazy. When Cody and I and her and my dad are together, Cody and dad lose complete patience.
Our laugh and weird sense of humor.
My tender side. If she cries, I cry.
We're both very clean and organized but I've gradually become a little OCD
Quick come backs.
Same body shape. We suffer from the disease, Noassatall.
We slam cupboards when we're mad, or doors, or drawers or or or
I love my mom so much and am so thankful for how she chose to raise me and my siblings! I had an awesome childhood and loved all the little quirks of a Texan mom!
March 12, 2009
March 9, 2009
When It Rains It Pours (I think I've used this title before...go figure)
Today we had a routine oil change (yes we do actually do those for those who have smart comments). Well, wonderful news, we ended up with a $1200 oil change because of the leak from hell. Yes hell. At first, I thought ok, "only money, what else can we deal with?" I laughed about it to keep from going insane. It wasn't till later that it actually hit me. I cried a little out of complete frustration. I told Cody, "Ya know, what else?" He responded, "Danica the Lord knows the bigger picture." I then replied, "I like my picture a lot more and it would be much easier." I've probably never said something with more truth and selfishness but after chugging a 44 oz Vanilla Dr. Pepper (to take the edge off...mainly for Cody's sake) I'm ok. We'll make it work. I know I say that with every trial but I do think the Lord knows I'm about to break. I'm excited to go to the temple tomorrow and just be away from this chaotic* world for a few hours. Plus I get to wear my favorite dress and new red heals.
*I asked Cody how to spell chaotic. He looks at me and says rather loud, "Kay Ah Tik."
Another funny thing that happened today-
I was drinking my said Dr. Pepper (yes it was from QT Rustin) and thoroughly enjoying myself and just saying how amazing it was. Cody's response, "It's the funnest I've ever had with my pants on." My response was inappropriate.
March 6, 2009
Nauseas.Eyes Popping Out.Migraine
Ever had such a bad headache your eyes feel like they're going to explode and no matter what medicine you take or how much water you drink, nothing takes the edge off. Thats how I am today. I woke up feeling a little ugh and its just gotten worse and the smell of canned chicken doesn't help but since we don't have anymore trash bags, I'll deal with that. Anyways on the reason I'm posting.... funny memories that have come to mind. I am going to do funny stories I don't want to forget of someone in my family once a week. This week-my dad.
Dad-oh where to start...
Pointing out to my whole 5th grade class that my dad's crack was showing when he bent over. He requested a student out of his classroom that day.
When he and my mom made me go easter egg hunting when I was 18! Of course they hid them all in the front yard. I put my mom's dish rag over my head and they laughed so hard. I still find no humor in it however. :D
No matter how many times he's been pulled over by the police and possibly arrested, he still loses his cool and mumbles choice words and it becomes very awkward for everyone. I act the same way.
As embarassing as this is for me to admit I will, he paid a boy to ask me to a school dance. In the mean time, I got asked by someone else and then the kid my dad paid asked me too. I ended up going with the first guy!
A lot of trips we took ended up with dad getting frustrated about the traffic or getting lost or mom navigating wrong (aka dad not listening to mom's directions) he would do this hand thing (no not the middle finger) and rub his head. He still does it and we still laugh!
When I hit that stage in my life, my dad always told me I was blossoming and I was always embarassed.
When he fell through our rotten deck.
Thinking he was getting electricuted while cleaning.
Almost hitting my aunt Karalyn's truck Christmas day when he slid on the ice. It felt slow motion but he said the s word in slow motion also. It was classic. Miraculously the tire hit a patch of pavement and stopped.
HOW I'M JUST LIKE HIM
The way I use a toothpick
Playing the drums on the dashboard
Singing along whether I know the words or not
My faith is tried over and over but never ceases
Singing "Be Still My Soul" when times are hard
Always right (whether or not anyone else thinks so is a different story)
I love you Dad!
Next week-Its mom's turn
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