Say What?

Okay, this post is random, and I have been just accumulating these sayings over this last year and a half.

Random things Sara says....

Sara: "Are you having a baby in you?" (because both Nat's were pregnant)
Sara: "Do you have friends?" (Nope, I was born in a bubble.)
Sara: "Does your mom like her house?" (I am pretty sure she does.)
Sara: "Do you like me? Cuz I like you." (I'm married. Plus, you're too young for me.)
Sara: (hugging her "Baby Alive" with a big, fat, cheezy smile) "This is my Baby Alive. She really is alive!"

Sara: "Will you give me a bath?"
Me: "Okay."
Sara: (giggle) "You can be Ariel's friend." (not having a clue about what she was talking about...)
Me: "Okay."
minutes later...
Sara: "Sing the little Mermaid."
Me: (I start singing)
Sara: "THATS NOT HOW IT GOES! It GOES like this..... aahhhh ahh aaahhh aaaaaaahhhh" (eyes closed, really feeling the moment)


After Sara is usually done with the questioning....(sometimes)Emma finds the opportunity to come sit on my lap... it goes like this:
(One particular instance)

Emma: "Why you like Sara?"
Me: "Because she is just so cute, just like you!"
Emma: "Wwhhhhhhhhhhyyyy?"
Me: "Um, because she is sweet?"
Emma: "Wwhhhhhhhhhhyyyy?" (geez... ya got me)

Another instance...
Emma: "Why is your hair black."
Me: "I was born with it."
Emma: "Wwhhhhhhhhhyyyy?" (again.. ya got me)


Off and On....

Ethan: "ANNNNIIIIIEEEE!"
Me: "Hey Ethan! Come here give me a hug!"
Ethan: (runs up to me as if to give me a hug.)
Taylor: "EEWWWW!!!"
Ethan: "EEEWWWWWW!!!" (screams and runs away with Taylor)
Me: (I think I'll just hug myself)

Running straight to my face...
Ethan: "Jazz is UP!"

Taylor just kills me....

When we were in St. George (was married for almost 2 1/2 months)....
Taylor: "You are my aunt."
Me: "Yep, I am."
Taylor: "Do you know what that means?" (Nope, enlighten me)
Me: "Yeah! That means I am your aunt!"
Taylor: "No, it means you are Aunt Nat's sister!"
Me: "Um... yeah. Technically we are."
Taylor: "So why are you brown?" (I was born with a defect called brown-syndrome)
Me: "Because my mom's hair is brown?"
Taylor: "Oh."

My official opinion of Obama.

Can they be anymore obvious?

In Memory

I used to think people who got so attached to their pets were weird. I couldnt understand why they would, because animals cant talk, they cant go shopping with you, they cant understand you when you talk to them. Well, I was gravely mistaken.

When I was 13 years old, my bishop's daughter gave me her dog. The dog's name was Preslie. She was a spirited dog. She loved to play and run everywhere. She would sleep with me, she would wake me up in the morning after my alarm would go off. Through some rough patches of friendships in high school, and all of the inconsistancies, she was the only "friend" that was a constant. When I would get home from school, she would be waiting for me in the front window as I would pull into the driveway.

My mom was really attatched to Preslie as well. She would try to make Preslie like her more. It was hilarious! After I got married, my mom had Preslie. She loved that dog so much! She would even dress her up in clothes for goodness sake!

For the past while, she had been sick. She had surgery and they removed her uterus. For a while she was doing fine until December 2008. She started having problems eating and gaining weight. She was skin and bones in no time. January 20th, Preslie started to have siezures and uncontrolable bowel movements. She died in my mom's arms. She died with her eyes open.

I just had to blog this because blogging is like writing a journal. So, there ya go.