Volleyball

Thursday night was our city league volleyball tournaments. I played on JJ Sports team, & we WON the championship for "A" league! I have to admit, though, I am the weakest link on my team. My team is a bunch of powerhouse hitters, like Wendy Parker, Shelly Sherman, Angie Saxton, Francie Homer, Brandi Olsen, & I. (Kwinnae Phelps played with us, too, but wasn't able to make it for the championship tourney.) I'm not kidding ~ half the time I catch myself just standing there in awe, with my mouth open in a stunned daze after these girls hit the ball. They are INCREDIBLE! After they swing, I can't even SEE the ball! There is just whooshing sound & then the crack as it hits something. Usually it is some poor soul who is left with a stinging arm. Mostly it is the floor. I try to trick myself into thinking that they need me.. a pathetic, ol' setter... & I feel lucky if it is off one of my sets that they nail the ball down with a vengeance. I just feel privileged to get to play with them.

It was a double elimination tourney, & we didn't lose any of the games Thursday night. There were plenty of really great teams out there with plenty of powerhouse hitters... I still would've loved every minute of it even if we hadn't won. I mean, to play good, fast-paced volleyball where there is a lot of great athletes is a blast in & of itself!

Brig's 2!

Brig is totally into cars... so for his birthday, that's what he got! This little 4-wheeler is his new favorite toy, though it didn't stop him from sneaking out of the house on it yesterday to "drive to daddy" after Tony left for work... I found him at our mailbox! For those of you who know where I live, that is pretty dang FAR for a 2 year old! (We live on 5 1/2 acres, & our mailbox is at the top of the hill at the edge of our property!)
They spent the whole morning racing cars down his new track. Brig didn't care who won. He just wanted to push the "bwutton" to make the cars "go!" Oh, this kid melts his mama's heart!

I just stinkin' love this little kid! Here is Brig digging in ~ literally ~ to his birthday cake!

Any Others I Missed???

So, My sister, Karmen, added a real good "Life Lesson" to my list. Here it is...

"oh, and one more thing you should have added to your list of things you have learned...If you get into a car accident because your sexy younger sister decided to grab the steering wheel from the passenger seat, don't tell the cop that you sneezed; they won't believe you."

Ha ha ha! I'm laughing a lot! I remeber that life lesson SO WELL! (So does the mayor of South Jordan's mail box. It has never been the same since that awful "sneeze" ~) I do have to differ on the part about "sexy..."

Any other's out there I missed?

My Big 3-6!

What a fun weekend I had! It was my 36th birthday, so we had a birthday party Saturday night. Two of my sisters (Karmen & Tiff) & their families came down. We had fun. Except Tony, of course, when he decided to add milk to the chocolate fountain & all the silky smooth chocolate immediately curdled into chunky chocolate! (Nothing a quick trip to Broulims couldn't fix, though ~) Thanks, everyone! It was SO great to eat tons, play with you, & get older. How nice! You all are the best!

Some people say birthdays are hard on them & they hate them. Me, I don't care! But as I've been thinking about the first 36 years of my life, I got thinkin' that I'm getting smarter & smarter as I go. Here are some of the life lessons I've learned...

*When wet-wipes say they are non-flushable, believe them.

*Fighting both wrinkles & zits at the same time is an unfair freakage of nature.

*Goosebumps make your leg-hair grow. I don't care what scientists say. They are nerds anyway & probably don't even SHAVE their legs. I'll go to the grave believing this.

*Popping rocks are NOT to be inhaled up the nose, no matter how ticklish & funny your 9 year old son makes them sound.

*Science experiments involving baking soda & vinegar should NOT be done right before company comes...

*No matter how much I visualize myself diving for a volleyball, my body doesn't obey. I'm sorta glad, too. I'd hate to cry in front of my friends on the court.

*THE SECRET is a crock of crap. If it were true, my bank account would have millions & I'd be living in a hut on Kauaii with a maid.

*Gravity is true & my bootie is obeying.

*Sweet, slobbery baby-kisses make EVERYTHING better... except when you get them strategically placed on the front of your shirt right before you have to stand in the front of the class at church. That just makes people laugh.

*Dishes & laundry are of the devil. And since I hate the devil, I avoid them both at all costs.

*No matter how many birthdays I have, my brain still think it is only 18. So do my clothes.

*The little soft plastic rim in my eyelash curler is NECESSARY! Otherwise, the eyelash curler just becomes a pair of eyelash scissors. I should know.

*Eyelashes take a good 3 months to grow back if you accidentally cut them off. Refer back to the last point if you are confused.

*A nest full of baby birdies in your dryer vent WILL DIE if you do continual loads of laundry all day. And the smell won't go away until the Fall. So, baby birdies are in-cahoots with the devil. Again, a reason to avoid the laundry.

*Clowns aren't really funny at all. They are usually quite creepy. And what's the big deal about balloons shaped like dogs? I hate dogs.

*Cat's are just as dumb as dogs. I hate them, too. The best pet would be a jellyfish tank if they just wouldn't kill you when you tried to play with them.

*Cows WILL chase you, even if your friend says, "They are MORE scared of you..." Dang liar.

*No matter how gross you look, it's a turn-on to your husband when you ride a 4-wheeler real wild in the mud.

*You get a WAY better tan if you lay out on your roof instead of the lawn. Just hope that the bishop's wife doesn't feel the "need" to "inform" your dad. The big tattletale.

*If you can't touch the bottom of the lake, your mind WILL wander about fish biting off your toes or dead bodies snagging on to your ankles. That just makes you panic. And have a strong urge to wet your pants.

*If the guy making your food at the restaurant is hairy, greasy, or licks his fingers, you might find it is a real good idea to leave without paying. Or eating.

*Dust can multiply & replenish the earth. Faster than rabbits even.

*It's a sad day when the kids outgrow the diaper bags. I mean, how else am I supposed to sneak treats into church?

There. Now you all can be smarter, too, without having to get old & decrepit, like me! I wonder what the next year will bring me. I mean... I'm already like a genius in the smarts department...

Guppy...

So, I'm continually asked why people call me "Guppy." I figure, rather than explaining the story a thousand times, I'd just stick it on here for all my millions of readers. (You know, I HAVE hit the 5,000 mark on my counter... though 3/4 of them are just ME checking to see if anyone has left me comments, hint hint hint!:) ) Oh, yes, back to the real post ~

So, when I was a baby, I guess I made fish lips when I nursed. That's it. Done. There's no mystery. I'm called "Guppy" 'cause I made funny lips when I breastfed. I'll forever be linked to my mom's... well, you get the idea.

Growing up, ALL my teachers in my little town of Melba, ID called me "Guppy." My grade school teachers, jr. high teachers, high school teachers, coaches, bishop, that was JUST what I was known by! In fact, when my niece, Havelah, was... like... 17, she told me she had NO IDEA who Aunt Koriann even was until someone else explained it to her one day. She only knew me as Guppy. Ha, too funny, you gullible little lady.

So, those of you who already call me "Guppy", thanks. That means you know me well & aren't shy to say it. You are my true friends. It's funny, but the men are always the ones who say it... like it's a funny way to tease me. Women are MUCH more careful, which is weird 'cause I have a ton of you out there that I adore. You are just chickens. Scaredy cats. Big ol' freakin' weirdos. Oh, wait. I got carried away.

The babbling is over. I'm an old lady (35 years old for a few more days) who is called by the name of a fish. Oh well. It could be worse. At least it isn't "Tootie"!!! :)

Lunch Bunch

This post actually happened a few days before we left for Spring Break to St. George, & I wanted to include it on my blog. Because life got so hectic with packing and taking off for a week, I just kept putting it off. I went to get my hair cut the other day, & my friend, Tricia, told me she'd been checking me blog for the last couple WEEKS to see if I'd posted it yet! AAAWWW! I felt so bad! So, here it is! A day late & a dollar short... This one's for you, Tricia!
We had Lunch Bunch at my house a few weeks ago, and it was SO fun! I really needed the adult conversation & the food that everyone ELSE brought (I HATE to eat my own cooking! :)) was absolutely yummy. As everyone is slowly leaving, there were just 3 of us left yapping in the kitchen... Tricia, Liz, & I. As we are talking, suddenly Tricia says, "The babies are too quiet!" & she takes off toward the front door. This is what we found! Liz's delectable, homemade carrot cake being SHOVED into their mouths as fast as they could go! Their pudgy little fists were a mess. Of course we all start laughing & I run for my camera. At this point, it gets Cooper and Brig all excitable, & they start laughing. What were they laughing at, you might ask? I would've thought it was simply the fact that they had MAULED this carrot cake & weren't in any sort of trouble (just giggling mommies! Who could get mad?!?!)) but to our surprise, they had started a cake-fight! They were hucking it at each other! Okay,I'm not sure Cooper hucked any... but I've got proof that Brig hucked some! Oh, these cute little precious boys!
And Liz, next time we do this... you might want to just use a cake mix so that if these two get into any more mischief, it won't make me feel so GUILTY! :)

April Fools!

I subbed at the grade school today in the 4th grade class & since it was April Fool's Day, I thought it would be funny to put a great big obvious ball under my shirt & pretend I was pregnant. I got to school & all the little kids were bombarding me with, "Your shoe is untied. April Fools!" and "There's a spider on your chair. April Fools!" and all these other "tricks" that were oh, so, original. So, anywhoo ~ I'm thinking, "Duh. They are all over this pregnancy belly..." Imagine my surprise when they all start asking me about my "baby". THEY BOUGHT IT! The obvious ball under shirt (it even had dents in it at times ~ 'cause we deflated it a bit so it'd fit ~!!!) had WORKED. Oh, too funny! I mean, half these kids are either in my ward or friends of my kids, so it isn't like they didn't see me just last Sunday or something! So, as I'm standing there getting class started, I was answering their questions. I decided to throw a curveball at them, and tell them that no, it wasn't a baby. I had just swallowed a watermelon seed & it had grown... and I thought it was ready to hatch today. Then I pulled it out from under my shirt. Half the kids gasped and the other half squealed. That was hilarious! A few were even disappointed that there was no watermelon to eat though ~