1000 Warriors Race

About a month ago, Tommy and the guys rode a craz-nasty race up in Utah. Without going into to details, a fellow friend/rider crashed during the race. Miraculously, he is alive, home and doing much better. There is no doubt in my mind that there was divine intervention that day, and that there are angels here on earth that helped save his life as well.

I'm so proud of these guys that decided to go ahead and finish the race. It was a long, hot, and very emotional day for them, but they knew that Dave would have wanted them to keep riding. I get a little teary each time I see Tommy finish each race, he works so hard at it, even though "Miss Cervelo" has become his "other" girlfriend lately.

I Got Duped.

I um, well, um, I'm speechless. Tag visited the dentist yesterday and had a few teeth pulled. This morning when Tag woke up, I asked him if the tooth fairy had stopped by for a visit last night. This is what I found. My boy's all grown up (or so he thinks). Tag thinks he's got it all figured out. It's a sad day in the Stapes' household. I think Santa's next.

May I Make A Recommendation?

I have a confession to make... I'm back on the sauce - the Diet Coke bandwagon.  I can't help it.  We have a love affair going on.  I can't stay away.  And just to add fuel to the fire, Lorie Tucker introduced me to the new metal Slurpee straws from 7-11.  Oh. My. Goodness. I couldn't believe there to be anything more glorious on earth than my new purple "too inappropriate for church" shoes.  But I was wrong.  Dead wrong. These babies come in a wide variety of colors.  I chose pink, it looks SO good on me.  I think I'm in love.  Don't walk, RUN to your nearest store.

"99 cents of pure awesomeness."

Metal Slurpee straw + a Route 44 Diet Coke w/ lime = a marriage made in heaven.  Welcome back, my  darling Diet Coke. How I've missed you.

I Won The Bet.

Last night, we watched the last few minutes of "Entertainment Tonight." Random, I know. Anyhoo, Tommy and I had a bet regarding the mystery celebrity birthday. I don't remember the question, but the 3 choices were Posh Spice, Geri Haliwell and Mel B. Tommy picked Posh and I picked Geri Haliwell. And there was a lot at stake. If Tommy won, he wanted, well, what does my Tommy always want? If I won, I'd get a pair of shoes. I had every finger and toe crossed at this point. Now, there are 3 games you don't want to play with me. I win EVERY time. 1) the car guessing game, 2) the radio station game, and 3) anything to do with celebritydom. Don't mess.

So of course I won, and I've been eyeing these little beauties for quite some time now. Even before the blogging world saw them here. So the burning question is this: Whattya think?? Tommy hates them, what's new? He thinks they're hideous, stripperific, too 80's punk rock. And VERY inappropriate for church. I think they're ferosh.

A Pleasant Surprise...

So, I get a phone call this afternoon from my dear friend, Tina.  She said they were going to California for 6 days and told me to get Swayze's bags packed because they were stealing her.  And she wouldn't take 'no for an answer.

Now, it's funny because I had just had a conversation with someone about how my idea of a perfect vacation would be to have an empty house (for a few days only, of course) with just me to myself.  I always get a little envious of Tommy when I go out of town with the kids because I'm thinking to myself, 'lucky dog.  He gets to come home to a clean, quiet, empty house.  He can watch whatever tv shows he wants, he gets the whole bed to himself, etc., etc. (I know I'm sounding like such a loser wife/mother right now, but just a few days wouldn't hurt, right??  And to be completely honest, I sleep much better when he's gone.  I could do without him molesting all night long.)  Well, now that my little Weezie is gone, I'm sitting here, biting my nails hoping she didn't puke all over Tina's car on the ride to Newport, hoping she'll sleep through the night, hoping Tina's girls will put enough sunscreen on her so she won't get 3rd degree burns at the beach, and praying she won't get eaten by sharks (it is, after all, "Sharkweek" on the Discovery Channel and Tag has made me watch one-too-many episodes).

I think everyone needs a "Tina" in their lives.  Just not MY Tina.  You can't have her.  She's taken.

Lake P-Ouch!

So, I started thinking before we left for Powell last week, 'I always end up posting the same boring Powell pictures - wakeboarding, cliff jumping, group picture, yada yada yada.  You catch my drift?  Anyhoo, this trip was a little more exciting than Powell trips past.  I'll fill you in as you scroll down...

The crew:  Mark and Candice Reeb and Co., the soon-to-be plastic surgeon of my dreams, Dr. Josh (Mufasa) Olson and his beautiful wife Laura aka Malibu Barbie, Laura's getto-fabulous brother, Cody and his lovely wife, Brittany, and the Stapes clan (we brought along Keagan's little buddy, Aleia, her least dramatic, least homesick, non-crying, non-bedwetting but forgot to mention VERY motion sick (yay for me!  I love throw up) friend).

This was Keagan's first year cliff jumping.  She did magnificent.

Tommy told Tag that for every time he went tubing, he had to try wake boarding.

Some father and son cliff jumping.

My little stud jumping the wake.

My little stud making a quick $20 off his dad for sitting on a block of ice for 10 minutes.  

Now to the fun part.  Cute little Hannah and her friend Stephanie were jet skiing and collided with a family in a rental boat. One ER visit, 1 CT scan and numerous x-rays later, she only ended up with a concussion, a sprained shoulder and several bumps and bruises.  She was SO lucky.

Day 3.  Laura went wake surfing and somehow she kicked the board up and it hit her in the face.  Poor babe broke her nose and needed stitches under her eye.  I told her 'I happen to like the "Cat Deeley nose-on-the-side-of-her-face look." Thanks to a little vicodin, this little trooper made the best carne asada tacos that same night.

I love all the blood.

Dr. Josh put her nose back in place, but said it will most likely need surgery and need to be re-broken.  Is it bad to say I'm just a teeny bit jealous that she gets to have a nose job??

And still, after all the dramz, she said it was "The best trip!"  I'm hoping it wasn't the vicodin talking.

Heading Up To Cooler Weather...

Last week I took the kids up to Utah to visit my sister Andi.  Kim drove down from Boise so we made a little party out of it.  Poor Mark (Andi's hubby), he was the only guy there.  He probably wasn't thinking it was so much of a party. Thanks for letting us bombard you guys!

I met up with some of my old roommates from school, Kim and Carolyn.  

We took all 10 kids to the zoo.  I bet if we had called in advance, they might have given us the school discount, we had so many kiddies.

The perv in me couldn't NOT take this guy's picture.  It reminds me of a little someone I know...

Riding the train,

I think my kids are the only ones NOT looking at the camera.

I decided to curl the girls' hair one night, then Andi curled mine.  I'm thinking the triple-barrel look is definitely not my best look.

Kim bought the kids a slip-n-slide.  She kept saying how the picture on the box was so deceiving because all the kids in the picture were smiling and having a great time.  Our kids were just yelling and fighting with each other over turns.

I love my nephew, Ryker's face in this picture.

The brood.

I took the kids down to Orem and met up with my friend, Lu.  I'm blanking on the name of this bouncy place, but it was so nice to see Lu and her kids.  I miss them so much.

The "Hale's Angels" and the "Stapes."

She Definitely Inherited Her Tact {less} ness From Her Daddy...

Last night, we went out to dinner with some friends, and Swayze's doing her usual roaming around restaurant when she noticed a lady behind me at another table and said, "Mom, why does that lady have big wegs? (legs)"  I tried to ignore her, so she decided to take matters into her own hands and ask the lady herself - "Why do you have big wegs?"  I just about died.  I got so hot and sweaty.  Her reply?  "Because I'm a big lady."  Simple as that, question answered and Swayze went back and sat down.

How do you even go about explaining to a 3 year old that you just don't say those things?  It's not like she used the "fat" word.

Chillin' With The Kemptons...

Our friends, the Kemptons invited us to their cabin up in Forest Lakes this last weekend. We had such a great time. I can't think of anyone more hospitable. It was so nice and relaxing. We rode quads, went to the lake for a picnic, I think I gained 4 pounds, went on a beautiful ride in the ranger, watched a little "Paul Blart, Mall Cop," burned some popcorn, played games, ate a little more, and the best part was being in 83 degree weather. Thanks Kempton family. You know how to do it right!

Is betrothing still legal? Because I've found my future daughter-in-law in this little chica.

Tag was in heaven.

Tag's always trying to convince me to get "re-pregnant" so he can have a baby brother. I figure, if we keep vacationing with friends with little boys, it's much cheaper and easier on this 'ol body of mine. Plus, I keep telling him that he doesn't want a crazy mama.

Who doesn't love a little plumber crack?

The fish weren't cooperating much. The only thing they managed to catch was a plant.

This little punk refuses to look at the camera. He sure doesn't take after his mama.

Kristine is one of the coolest moms I know. She was knee-deep in this freezing cold arctic water catching crawdads for the kids.

Taggy, Swazzle, Michael, Keags and Kimberly

We kept trying to convince Kristine to let us take him home and boil him up for dinner. Didn't happen.

I love this little face.

Seriously. DS's on the ranger ride?

Fabulous 4th.

This year, our friends, the Masons invited our family, along with several other families to go down to Coronado and stayed at the Del.  It was amazing.  The weather could not have been better, it was in the 70's.  I've forgotten what that feels like these days.  We stayed in the cabana rooms by the pool (for half price, thanks Brian) and had an absolute blast.  That is, until the hotel security came a-knockin' on our door and told us all to keep it down.   

My kids LOVE taking pictures.  They're always so willing to cooperate for Mom.

"Herb" the crab.  Poor little guy was thrown down way too many pairs of men's shorts.  I'm pretty sure he's gonna be scarred for life.

These fellas are not messing around when it comes to building sand castles.  I'm so mad, I forgot to take a picture of the finished product.  It turned out pretty awesome.

A little skimboarding action.

Mark Wahlberg (the host of "Temptation Island") was sitting in the party next to us.  He was such a nice guy.  He kept coming over to check out all the mad sand castle building skillz.

We all walked down to the Glorietta Bay Park and had pizza and watched the fireworks.  I'd like to personally thank Garn/Mason Orthodontics for the sweet light up grillz.

It was such a nice trip.  Thanks Masons, you're the shizzle.  Now back to reality and more importantly, back to the 110 degree weather.  Yuck.