Christmas 2007 - better late than never

Some of these pictures require some more details. . .
Patrick calls my treadmill "the skinny" because that's where "I get skinny." We've always said that instead of "working out." His "skinny" is a stationary bicycle that plays video games. You have to pedal the bike to play the games. Pretty neat. I also am excited that HE is excited about exercising.
About the light sabres. . . all he wanted from Santa was a green light sabre. Every time he talked to Josh he told Josh that he was getting a green light sabre and Josh was going to get a red light sabre. So Uncle Josh got a red light sabre.
The marshmallow roast. . . Mom got Dad a fire pit last year for Cmas and we FINALLY got around to using it this Cmas. Patrick has so much fun roasting marshmallows and giving them to the dog. Nice. Dad got some Tuaca that we sipped by the fire, too. Mmmmm Tuaca.

A Funny Puke Story

I had no idea what to title this one. . .

Patrick puked before we went to Mass on Sunday. He coughed really hard, so I thought him getting sick might just have been a gag reflex. After the initial shock of getting sick, he was fine. Even asked for chocolate donuts for breakfast. Thinking he was fine, I gave them to him. So, we get ready and go to Mass. He was pretty tired and just wanted to be held during Mass. Halfway through Mass, right after the homily, we stood up to recite the Creed - Patrick pukes again. This time all over the front and back of my black sweater, all over his sweater and the pew. Chocolate donut puke. I heard the puke splash all over the pew. We always sit on the 2nd row, so I had to sprint to the back of the church, while holding him and having him puke on me instead of the church floor. We get into the restroom and he pukes more (which I realized on the way home we forgot to flush.) Diane Jackson - angel that she is - follows us to help me through the doors and to get paper towels to clean up the pew. Apparently, my dad followed Diane out. We took off Patrick's sweater - good thing he had a t-shirt on underneath. My dad had to walk back up and get my keys which were still in the pew. He met us back out in the foyer and carried Patrick to my car since I had puke all over me, and then went back into Mass. I still had to drive home and really didn't want to smell the chocolate donut puke any more or get it on my upholstery, so what did I do. . . I took off my sweater and drove home in my bra. I SURE DID! And not just any ol' bra - a leopard print bra. Patrick thought this was pretty funny. I hit almost every light on the way home, so I tried to stop in between cars so no one could directly see in the car. Nothing crazy happened on the way home, thank goodness. What would I have done if I was in an accident or gotten pulled over. He got sick one more time at my mom's house. And after a nap, woke up and insisted on having pancakes. I guess Doodah makes magic pancakes, because he didn't get sick again. What a Sunday!

Another Hottie Addition

Jerry O'Connell. Catholic- YES! Married to Rebecca Rominj- ug. THIS Jerry O'Connell.
Not THIS Jerry O'Connell.

23 minutes - new record for me

On Wednesday evenings, I am participating in an hour-long Trekking class at Premier. It's a group treadmill class where we alternate walking, speed walking, jogging, running and sprinting. I have NEVER let me emphasize NEVER been a runner. But last night I ran for every second of the 23 minutes we were supposed to run. Eric was the first person I called to tell him about my feat since he's the biggest runner I know. Well, I called my Dad first, but he didn't answer. Now I know I can do this. Burn fat cells, BURN!

Now with God's help I shall become myself. ~Kierkegaard

I haven't learned all I should even yet, but I keep working toward that day when I will finally be all that Christ saved me for and wants me to be.
~Phillippians 3:12

Yes, it's official. You can call me Britta Tye.

Hotties update

It's been a year since I've shared "my list," and there have been some updates.

I think I've decided to ditch Matthew Mc C for GEORGE EADS! Hello - bring this guy back to Raiderland! Yes, ladies, he's a Red Raider. I saw his birthday on one website and it was he was 41. I don't buy that. I keep trying to get my "science friends" to bring him in to endorse our TTU/HHMI Traveling Labs. I'm thinking if I'm persistent enough, it just might happen. HOW can you resist this smile????

I've always had a thing for John Corbett,too. Ever since Northern Exposure. I really like his long tresses, too.

George Clooney is still on the list. Always will be. Whats' up with that - 2 Georges. Hmm. . .

A Decree from the Vice Chancellor of SUNSHINE

I said to the man at the gate of the year
"GIVE ME A LIGHT THAT I MAY GO FORTH INTO THE UNKNOWN."
And the man replied
"PUT YOUR HAND INTO THE HAND OF GOD. THAT SHALL BE TO YOU BETTER THAN A LIGHT, SAFER THAN A KNOWN WAY."
a message from King Groege to his embattled people at the beginning of WWII