Happy Birthday LanDaMan!

So, my guy's 14 today. Mike and I took him to dinner tonight and when the wait staff asked how old he was, in my mind I was really thinking 13. I swear it was just yesterday he was walking around our aparment at the U of U in his walker pulling rib bones out of the trash to gnaw on. My how time has flown. From the beginning, Landon has been the one that has made us laugh. He was such a goofy looking kid. Ever read the comic Marvin?It was fairly new when he was born, and he reminded us so much of him we actually called him "Marvin". Chubby cheeks, blond hair flying all over the place. Landon was my best laugher as a baby, and as he's grown he's proven to be the comic of the family. We can always count on him to make us laugh. He's so goofy, but doesn't take himself to seriously. I really hope this isn't something that he'll outgrow. He's a great kid, I couldn't be more proud.

Happy Birthday! Even though you're getting older, stay true to who you are. Every family needs a weirdo, that's why we have you!

(Sorry dude, this may be a year old, but it's better than the "Hitler" stash!)

Tagged

Okay, so Krisann tagged me. I'm supposed to find the 4th picture in the 4th folder.


Oh how I wish it could have been a different photo. You are looking at the Allman girls doing the "Angels"pose. Every time we get together, we have to take at least one. We've gotten much better since then. This was towards the end of the summer in 2006 at Stone Mountain in Atlanta, GA.
Okay, I tag Kim, Tami, Shanna, & Jen :)

Count 'em, 14 pairs

As I was picking up tonight, I kept finding more and more shoes. In a moment of frustration, I just threw them all into a pile. Seriously? Does anyone ever put their freaking shoes away? Kim and I talked last night on the phone for a minute about sometimes wanting to blog things for theraputic reasons, but not feeling like you really should. So, tonight it's therapy. I'm so tired of picking up shoes, socks, pants, and underwear (yes, you read that right, underwear), downstairs. There aren't even bedrooms downstairs. As I'm sitting here, I turn to my left and look in the living room I see a pair of jeans on the floor by the couch. That's the first room you see when you walk in the house. Again, seriously? Mike has these shoes we call his "slipper shoes". He loves them. They've split on the bottom and are falling apart. I hate them. He actually asked me tonight if I'd thrown them away. Although I've wanted to, I haven't. He should probably check the closet. No one ever looks there for their shoes, I guess you can see why.

What shoe am I???

Okay, so I saw this quiz on one of my friend's blogs and took it just for kicks with no plan of posting it. That was until I saw the results. Totally cracks me up! Sadly, it's mostly true. Though mom, you must admit, I've gotten much better about embracing the big "R".

You Are Flip Flops

You are laid back and very friendly. Cheery and sunny in disposition, you usually have something to smile about. Style is important to you, as long as you can stay casual. It takes a lot to get you to dress up! You are a loyal and true person, though you can be a bit of a flake. You tend to “play hooky” and blow off responsibilities a lot more than most people. You should live: By the beach You should work: At a casual up and coming company

What Kind of Shoe Are You?