wii not-so-fit

So, we got a wii fit.

It's a fun little thing....that is, until you do your body test...then it's not that great.
You stand on the little foot stool thingie, and it asks your height, and age. it then weighs you and tells you your BMI and whether you're fit or fat
Now, I know I'm a li'l chunky in spots, but I don't need a stupid game telling me I am. Not only telling me, but showing me...or should I say, mii.
Yep, when it's all done testing you, it shows you your mii character and plumps them right up on the big screen so you can see just how fat you are.




Imagine the character above with black hair and a red shirt and the name "the queen", and you'd have yourself a visual of my mii...I mean me.

Depressing. But I have to say, the games are rather fun, and I got first place on the warrior pose on the Yoga part...not so much on the tree pose, in fact i timbered right off the step and about killed myself.....I'll keep working on it. :)

Hey Mom!...I like Dad better!

So, the other day we're just cruisin' along in my FJ, when Wyatt let his true feelings out...

Wyatt: Hey mom?

Me: Yes Wyatt?

W: I like how dad drives better than you.

Me: What?!?! Why?!?!

W: Because you go too fast.

Me: No I don't

W: yes you do

Me: No I don't

W: yes you do

Me: Nu-uh, If I drive too fast how come daddy is always the one who gets the speeding tickets?
Right then I passed an on coming policeman on a motorcycle.
He flips his lights on.
My heart stops.
I slam on the brakes.
Wyatt yells "Hey!!"
I look in my rear view mirror and to my utter and complete relief, he pulls someone else over.
Whew! My lucky day!!
We then resume our conversation.

Me: See? If I was driving too fast, that policeman would have given me a ticket, but he didn't.

Wyatt: I still like it better when daddy drives.

Me: (fake crying) Oh Wyatt!! You broke my heart!!!

W: Mom, you're just fake crying again.

Me: (Turning up the fake cry)

W: Ok, Ok,...I like your driving....now is your heart back together?

Cute li'l kid :)

my big behind II

well.

I am so behind. big time.
but I just wanted to say that I'm still here...in body...my mind is not really here though.
Where might my mind be?

It's wondering if anyone is ever going to buy my house.

It's wondering how in the h@#*! did I go $14,ooo.oo OVER on my flooring budget?
I'm going to try that again. Back to square one.

It's thinking...I need some advil.

New House Pics

Many have inquired about our new house we're building, so here's some of the latest pics.

Inside

Entry

"Waffle" ceilings in study and music room


from family room towards entry


family room off kitchen


from kitchen towards family room


from kitchen to family room


upstairs media room

front...obviously...

stone going up!

almost done!...with the front...

...but not the back...

outdoor living

Lance's garages

We've picked out all of the flooring, cabinets and most of the indoor paint colors...should be done around the first of March!...now, if someone would just buy the one we're living in. :)

Secret Love

So our 7 yr old Conor comes home from school and Steph asks him about his day:

Steph: How was school today?

Conor: Fine, except kids kept chasing me and Anna-Kate all over the playground and wouldn't leave us alone. All because they wanted me to answer one question..."do I love Anna-Kate"

Steph: Then what happened?

Conor: We decided to keep our love a secret...at least until we get married.

Did you read that Conor is 7?!? SEVEN?!? I take no responsibility. Steph tried explaining that we love all our friends but we don't hug and kiss until we're 27 yrs old.

Actually, I can't help but think that Conor has become corrupted by Steph and all the girls talking non-stop about Twilight.