I do love CA but this has gone too far

Everyone who reads this blog knows that I grew up in California in the Santa Clarita Valley. I loved growing up there! I loved riding my bike everyday down to Lucky's and get a soda and hang out at the park. I loved that we could just play outside and climb our hill for hours and no one had to worry about us being safe. I loved the weather all year long and how close everything is. Even though it may take an hour to get to the beach I loved that once I got my license my friends and I could just drive down to the beach every weekend and relax. Yes everything about Santa Clarita was amazing, but now it has taken a turn for the worse. Yes this is a true story but it has gone from SCV to Awesometown...PROMISE! That is so embarrassing how can you look at a place called Awesometown and take it seriously. Even though I love California I am glad I moved before it turned into high society people living in Awesometown. Yes when I went home last week I found out the news and was embarassed but had to laugh at the same time. Whoever decided to name to place Awesometown, should really reconsider looking into another line of work

LOOK...it's even on their website and they have billboards of it!

I know I'm pregnant but...

this is totally how I feel. I know I know everyone gives the compliments "no you look great, you're not even showing, you probably won't show forever", but no matter what anyone says there is no beating around the bush, I'm getting fat and that is that. I know I'm pregnant and you're supposed to get fat but I just wish that the belly would pop out at once rather than this gradual pudgy to pregnant look. Right now I'm in the stage were if I haven't seen people in a while it's like " Damn Gina have you seen Tori she has gained a couple pounds." I guess I'll have to just wait until the pudgy round look goes away and a belly starts to pop. Besides the uncomfortable round look pregnancy has been great so far. I haven't been sick at all, a little tired and pee like crazy but as I come to the end of the first trimester the sleepiness is slowly going away. Oh and if you're thinking about getting pregnant I'm going to inform you on something that I was never informed on. You may think you'll get a full nights rest until your third trimester but don't be fooled. The full nights rest stops when that little sperm and egg meet. You well constantly wake up in the middle of the night to pee. So if you are ready to not get sleep for the next 18 plus years then you're ready to be a mom. Yes, I decided 18 plus years of no sleep because I think I well never get any sleep with any amount of kids. Since no one warned me about waking up every couple of hours since the beginning I am just preparing myself for 18 years of no sleep that way if I start to get sleep before then, I well be oh so happy.

Here it Comes

In the beginning of February Joe and I found out that we are having a baby. Now at 12 weeks and after hearing the baby's strong heartbeat again I though we'd share the news. We are super excited for this little one to come and the new adventures it is going to bring us. Now with a new baby and hopefully a new home by the end of April we'd appreciate if that millionaire relative would finally give us a share. The baby is due October 13th which I think is a very spooky date so hopefully it comes a couple days earlier.

*We sent out these little Valentines to our family once we found out.

Lesson 2: Crying Works

In this story I think there is a lesson for kids and parents. Parents, don't tell your children to do something if you really don't want it done and kids if you're getting yelled at try crying ( usually works when daughters do it fathers and sons do it to mothers).

I'm pretty sure I was around 3rd or 4th grade when this happened. My family had a DohBoy pool and what that is, is an amazing above ground pool 4 feet deep all away across. Though it was kinda ghetto I loved swimming in it every summer. My dad would work so hard to keep it clean in the summer time, but when winter came around sometimes it would turn green. This specific time it was green with tadpoles which soon became frogs.

One night I was playing with Logan, Ryan and Shannon and my parents were going out. As my dad was leaving he said if you could get the pool blue then I'll give you 100 bucks. Of course as kids we decided to do it without any hesitation. We climbed in the frog infested pool with buckets and starting throwing the water out of the pool. As an adult now I would never even think to get in that pool because of all the germs but as a kid 100 bucks was like 1 million.
*Side note if the water got below a certain point in the pool the lining would shrink and the whole pool would be ruined and we would have to get a new one. Father should have mentioned this before the emptying of the pool started.

So we kept emptying the pool for some time and then once we thought we had enough frogs and green water out we put the hose in and started filling up the pool with pretty blue water. We went inside and my mom and dad came home some time after. I was so excited I told my dad that the pool was filling up with blue water and that we owed us 100 bucks. My parents went outside to sopping wet grass and a pool that was very close to being ruined. As my dad began to yell at me all I could think of was to cry. I cried and he wasn't mad anymore. From that point on I learned when in doubt cry.

Lesson 1: Repentance

Last night my friends Courtney and I went to dinner and reminisced on the lessons we learned when we were younger and the different parenting techniques our parents had. I decided I need to write down some of these stories because though right now I can remember like it happened yesterday one day I'm not going to even remember my name.

Lesson 1 is on repentance. I had just gotten baptized and wanted to do everything right. Well one hot summer day I was playing with Logan, Ryan, and Shannon , which was about an everyday event, and we didn't know what to do. Well a couple houses down from my house was abandoned ( or so we thought). It seemed to an 8 year old that no one lived in that house for years, but in reality it was probably like a month or something. So we decided to make a homeless shelter out of it and in order to do that we had to break into it. I'm pretty sure Logan figured out how to open the side window and we all climbed inside. It was perfect all we would have to do is clean it and then homeless people could start moving in. I remember thinking of the huge sign we would put out front, it was alike a dream. Well since we had to clean it we went back to my house and collected all of the cleaning supplies and of course garden supplies too because the yard needed some cleaning up. We went back down to the house and started cleaning, which felt like 2 hours but it was probably 20 minutes, we got really hot so we decided to take a break and go swimming. We left all the supplies at the house and left. As we were walking out a car of people pulled into the drive away and I knew we could never go back and get our things because those people well throw us in jail for breaking in.
For the next month or so I remember my mom asking where her broom was and my dad asking were those big weed clipper things were. I felt horrible especially because at the time we didn't have much money and we had to get everything from the church. But there was no way I could tell my parents that I broke into a house so I just prayed and I'm pretty sure I prayed that they would never find out and that I would be forgiven and I was so sorry and would never do it again. I prayed at least the rest of that year being so scared I was going to jail. Well I never went to jail and I'm pretty sure I'm forgiven for that, but I never told my parents that story until a couple years ago.
As a little kid even though it was going to be a homeless shelter I knew I would be in big trouble and ever since that day every stupid thing I have done I knew it was really important to repent ( and not to tell your parents...just joking) and not to break into houses.
Lesson 1 learned.

Hot & Cold

Valentine's Day was just last week and if you think of it, it's kinda a weird Holiday. Yes I know I am always going to have a Valentine so I should just love it because I well always have something to do with someone I love, but in all reality it's another day for gifts, spending money and saying I love you a lot a lot a lot. When you love someone you shouldn't need a special day to express how much you love them it should be everyday. Since there is a specific day every year you are supposed to spend excessive money and really expectations are never really met, are they? When you get one thing it's kinda like you wanted something else. All Valentines Day is really another day for people to have super high expectations that may be let down and to show how much you love someone, when in fact that should be shown everyday all year long if you really really really love them.

This year Joe and I decided to not do presents and it was my best Valentines day ever. Honestly I can't remember what I got our first year of marriage and last year I was a brat because what I thought I was getting I didn't get ( even though he did put a lot of thought into that present) and this year I well remember and have the rest of our lives. This year Creative Joe came out and did a scavenger hunt for me. He wrote a nice long letter in the shape of a heart, cut it up and hid it throughout the house. When we got home from church I started looking. Apparently I am really good at finding the easy ones but then some were just impossible to find so we had to play hot and cold. Once I found all the pieces I put them together and they made this huge heart with the most thoughtful words. I loved every moment of our Valentine's weekend and am thinking of not doing presents ever again. This way I'm happy, Joe's happy and our bank accounts stay a little fuller.

Kitty Cat

So yesterday I helped out at my niece Jada's birthday party. We painted nails, melted crayons into bigger crayons, played games and face painted. It was a really fun birthday party. The face painter was awesome it was literally the whole face not just a rainbow on the cheek like I remember face painting. Of course there were a couple of jokes about the adults getting their faces painted but nobody did... well nobody did until I said I can't because I am going to a movie afterwards. Immediately Dave, my brother-in-law, said I'll give you 20 bucks to have your face painted like a cat and go to the movies like that. I said ok, then I said no then I said yes again and after about 2 minutes I transformed from Tori to this yup I was a tiger. The whole time
we are laughing but I couldn't really see myself. Then I looked in the mirror and I can't believe I have a tiger face. Joe was out golfing so he had no clue that his wife was really a tiger. When he got to his parents house i surprised him and I've never seen him so shocked before. In fact he wouldn't even give me a kiss he was afraid he would turn into a tiger too. We went to the movies around 4 and I was thinking it wouldn't be that bad because it was a dollar theater and we were seeing 2012 which wasn't that cool anyways. Of course I was wrong and it was the busiest I have ever seen the theater and the movie we were actually in was jam packed. During the movie I forgot I had a tiger face until Joe looked at me and started laughing. I'm just glad I got a tiger because after my face was painted Dave started thinking of a clown face or a pig face which would have been way more embarrassing than a tiger face. A pig face people would just laugh but a tiger face people are intimidated and wouldn't want to mess with me. SO how old is too old for face painting? Some say 8 but I would say 25 so I have a whole year to paint my face before it becomes weird...right?