You know you grew up in the 80's if...

A friend of mine forwarded this list to me... it's probably an e-mail that's been going around forever and I'm just now getting it, since I'm usually the last to get these things. So if you've already read it, here it is again. But I LOVED it! I could answer "yes" to every single question (except the one about carrying a boom box around, I never did do that one). And not only do I know the names and life stories of every cast member of "Saved by the Bell", I can quote every episode almost word for word! Such talent, I know....

1. You've ever ended a sentence with the word "PSYCH!".
2. You can sing the rap to the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and can do the Carlton dance
3. You know that "WOAH" comes from Joey on Blossom
4. If you ever watched "Fraggle Rock"
5. It was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.
6. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.
7. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.
8. You made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side.
9. You played the game "MASH"(Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House)
10. You wore stonewashed Jordache jean jackets and were proud of it.
11. You know the profound meaning of "WAX ON, WAX OFF"
12. You wanted to be a Goonie.
13. You ever wore fluorescent clothing. (some of us...head-to-toe)
14. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off and his cheeks shifted.
15. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.
16. You took lunch boxes to school...and traded Garbage Pailkids in the schoolyard.
17. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.
18. You still get the urge to say "NOT" after every sentence.
19. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged handmade friendship bracelets.
21. You ever owned a pair of Jelly-Shoes.
22. After you saw Pee-Wee's Big Adventure you kept saying "I know you are, but what am I?"
23. You remember "I've fallen and I can't get up"
24. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.
25. You have ever played with a Skip-It.
26. You remember boom boxes and walking around with one on your shoulder like you were all that.
27. You remember watching both Gremlins movies.
28. You thought Doogie Howser/Samantha Micelli was hot.
29. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac.
30. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool...and don't even flinch when people refer to them as "NKOTB"
31. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on "Saved By The Bell," The ORIGINAL class.
32. You know all the words to Bon Jovi - SHOT THROUGH THE HEART.
33. You just sang those words to yourself.
34. You still sing "We are the World"
35. You tight rolled your jeans.
36. You owned a banana clip.
37. You remember "Where's the Beef?"
38. You used to (and probably still do) say "What you talkin' 'bout Willis?"
39. You're still singing shot through the heart in your head, aren't you!

Read The Directions!

It's time for a new post that doesn't involve bathrooms (side note: I never even thought twice about mentioning the "p" word in my potty training post, but got several comments on it. I work in the hospital, we talk about it all the time and I forget not everyone does. We do have a little nicer terminology for it, more medical-sounding, like "BM" and "flatus", but I do apologize if I offended anyone's sensitive ears :) Well anyway, nothing truly exciting or blog-worthy has been happening in my life, but I will post what has been going on anyway.

So a few weeks ago I took the dreaded glucose tolerance test-- you know the one where you drink this fun stuff:


and then get your blood drawn. Well, if you read the directions carefully, it says to eat a regular breakfast, wait at least an hour, then drink the Glucola, then you're supposed to get your blood drawn in another hour. Now I am not the type of person to read directions carefully. I know, it's a problem. My husband is the exact opposite of me in this respect. He insists on me reading the entire user's manual for every appliance or electronic device we own (including the new freezer in my garage-- seriously, what is there to know? It's cold, it freezes our food...that's it). So the morning of my test I ate a breakfast bar (which turns out has a surprisingly high amount of sugar in it) and then quickly wolfed down this drink so I would have it done in time to wait an hour before my doctor's appointment.

So last Friday at around 5:00 I listen to a message from a nurse at my doctor's office saying that my blood glucose level was a little high (I found out later, only a few points above the cut-off), so I needed to go into the hospital lab and get a 3 hour test done. I was literally on my way out the door to go visit my parents in St. George for the weekend when I got the message on my cell phone, so I couldn't get the new test done or find out what my level was until I came back on Wednesday. So-- all weekend I was counting my carbs like a nazi (I am a dietitian, remember) and freaking out thinking I had gestational diabetes. Yesterday I went in for the 3 hour glucose tolerance test--a.k.a. test from he**. I had to go in fasting for 12 hours and get my blood drawn, then drink TWICE as much Glucola as the first time, then wait an hour, get my blood drawn again, wait an hour, get my blood drawn again, and wait ANOTHER hour and get my blood drawn AGAIN (hence the name, "3 hour glucose tolerance test"). All the while I had to stay at the lab and couldn't go anywhere. Thank heaven Avree watched Marin for me! So after all that, at my appointment this morning, my doctor informed me that all my levels were fine...almost low actually. I asked if eating breakfast at the same time as drinking the drink would have affected the first test-- turns out, yes. She looked at me so nicely and said, "Oh, I'm so sorry you had to go through all that for nothing," but I'm sure she was thinking "Read the directions next time you idiot!" So that is the moral of my long story... reading the directions is a good thing and saves you trouble in the future. I believe I will cross-stitch that on a pillow and read it often!

Addendum to below posting...

Okay, after reading over my potty training posting, I realized I made it sound a bit easier than it actually has been. It really hasn't been that hard at all to potty train Marin, but there is a little more to the story. A few months ago I started letting her try going on the toilet. She would go pretty sporadically... at first it was a fun game, but then got old. Then I made this Tinkerbell sticker chart- where every time she went potty on the toilet she got a sticker and when it was full she got the movie. Anyway, it was fun and worked at first, but then she lost interest.... This whole time I was letting her wear pull-ups or diapers, never real panties. So I waited until after Christmas and put the pair of panties on... she had one tiny accident, where she told me she needed to go and we weren't quite fast enough, but that's it! In two weeks! It's not my amazing parenting, I didn't do anything special, it's that Marin was good and ready to be done with diapers. I still put a pull-up on her at night and about half the time it is dry the next morning. And she's had some issues with pooping in the toilet...I won't go into amazing detail there. She's getting the hang of that too though, pretty quickly. I seriously think it's because a) she's a girl, everyone says they're easier to potty train, and b) she is old enough and ready. I just thought every kid got potty trained when they were 2. That's why I've been stressing about this for months! But the more people I talk to, I realize that it's usually closer to 3 years old when their kids finally got it. Marin is 2 and 8 months so I feel pretty good that she's got the hang of it! It seems like there is all this pressure to get your kids potty-trained so soon, and I totally felt that, but now I'm a big believer in waiting and not stressing you and your kids out. But I'm sure every kid is different. Anyway, there's the rest of the story....

Oh, and thanks for the name suggestions. I like all of them! We've half-way decided on Kate Elizabeth, but it's still open for consideration!

Potty Trained!

WOO HOO! After much mental anguish (but not a whole lot of actually doing anything) Marin is just about potty trained. You know what it took? Putting a pair of "big girl panties" on her! Seriously, a week ago I put some on her. She said, "Mom, I will not go potty in my big girl panties," and she hasn't for a week and a half! She even wakes her dad up in the middle of the night and lets him help her go potty-- he's very thrilled about this. Everyone told me to wait until she was good and ready, so I didn't push it, and that turned out to be great advice! I wish every one of my kids would be this easy to potty train! I doubt I'll be that lucky... but at least I won't have 2 kids in diapers at the same time... speaking of, only 10 more weeks left and we don't have a girl name! Any suggestions?

5 Years of Bliss

**Warning: This post is incredibly long, and probably only interesting to close family members and future posterity. Read at your own risk!**

My sister Avree's latest post (about her anniversary, so appropriately entitled "3 Years of Bliss") reminded me that I let my "5 Years of Bliss" posting sneak by last month. I wouldn't be a good Utah-Mormon-Mom blogger if I didn't post something about my wedding anniversary and how wonderful my husband is. So here goes:

It was the big 5 years on Dec. 13, 2008. My actual wedding day, December 13, 2003 was absolutely perfect, the best day of my life up to that point... that's all I will say about that.

I love to hear stories about how people met. In fact, I tag everyone who reads this to post how they met their husbands (if you have one, that is), I love hearing all the details so much! So I will tell you about how Mitch and I met, if you didn't already know. If you hate hearing stuff like this, feel free to stop reading, I won't be offended (I won't even know, duh). It was a crisp, cold February day in 2003, the birds were singing, the sun was shining... he he just kidding. It was a day in February 2003 and I was going to work on a service project tying quilts in our student center. I was going for all the wrong reasons... seriously, I was applying for my dietetics program that month and hours of service counted A LOT on the application. I also joined the Red Cross and volunteered at a local school lunch program that month. I was on a mission. Anyway, I walked past the area where they were tying quilts and saw not one person I knew and decided to keep on walking and ditch it. Then I remembered my application and decided to suck it up and work for an hour. I walked over to the quilt and asked a guy wearing a beanie, a Quiksilver hoodie, and skate shoes where I should start. He handed me a needle and some yarn and said I could start tying next to him. Now usually I am a little shy when I first meet people I don't know, but for some reason I just started chatting it up with this guy. I asked him all kinds of questions, starting with his name, Mitch. Then the next main question, what he was doing there, was a great conversation topic. He was from the "Tubing Club", actually the president of the club. He explained that yes, this was an actual University-sponsored club, and that they went up the canyon, built huge jumps, and did tricks off of them. They had to document service hours to get funding (to pay for tubes and parties) so that's why he was there. Then, several of his other roommates showed up, including Matt Ethington (my future brother-in-law). They asked if I wanted to join the club and being the huge extreme sports fan that I am (ha!), I said sure. Mitch said he would e-mail me an application and then we kept quilting away. Mitch had to leave for class a few minutes later so he packed up his stuff and was getting ready to leave... without my e-mail address. I was too chicken to speak up and give it to him and he headed off without it. I was a bit disappointed because my reasons for wanting to join the club were obviously related to it's president... and then... Matt to the rescue! He said, "Wait, Mitch you forgot to get her e-mail address!" So Mitch came back, got my address, e-mailed me the application (which I still have a copy of that e-mail and the application, it's hilarious), I joined, and about 9 months later I started my "5 Years of Bliss". And that's when Matt met Avree, and 2 years and 18 days later they got married in the same room as Mitch and I, and thus began their "3 Years of Bliss". Funny how things work out. Mitch was the first guy I ever had a huge spark with right from the second I met him. It's a good thing the feeling was mutual! I've said this before on my blog, I'll say it again, Mitch is the absolute perfect guy for me. Here's to many many more anniversaries!