Pink jelly beans and rainbows

So a really funny story happened when I was at church on Sunday. It comprises me, bf and one of my good friends, Ateam (the names have been changed to protect the innocent). So bf and i were sitting in front of Ateam and another girl we're friends with during sacrament (during the talks). I kept turning around and giving Ateam funny looks and making her laugh. So bf turns to me and says, with a completely straight face (all boyish and handsome. heehee!)--anyway, he says, "you're gonna give her an enema!" I stared at him in shock and hissed, "A WHAT??" I sat there, not understanding what was happening in my life. Bf sat there blankly for a moment, then stammered, "I.. mean.. aneurysm!" I busted out laughing. And kept laughing. And kept laughing. I was shaking, crying, clasping my hands over my mouth to keep as quiet as possible. I eventually calmed down, you know, thinking about death and sad things like in Mary Poppins. Only it didn't work in the movie, nor did it completely work with me. Little spasms of giggles kept ussuing forth from my facial orifice. So after sacrament, I turned to Ateam to talk about what happened. I thought bf had told her what he had said, but he hadn't. I didn't know. So I said to her, "I had this vision in my head of me giving you an enema!" Ateam politely looked at me and said, "um, that's nice." That's when I realized she didn't know what had made me laugh so hard. After I explained it to her, then she was able to laugh also. Whew. I'm still laughing about this one, and I'm sure to continue laughing about it for a while. My bf is so awesome. I need to be with a man who's fun to be around, and can be laughed at. Cause goodness knonws I get laughed at A LOT. By everyone. The end by Amanda

Who's afraid of the big bad wolf?

Babyla is going through this phase where she's afraid of everything. Mostly the vents in our house. That first started when we had them cleaned months ago. It was all very loud, and I guess she realized they existed then. But she's still scared of them! Now she's also scared of the dark, animals, people she doesn't know, people she does know, etc. etc. etc. I can tell her scared attack is coming on when she gets quiet and still. Sometimes she'll whimper to herself. Then, if I can't talk her down, she starts the tantrum. This only started about a week ago! I read in my "What to Expect the Toddler Years" that this is normal for her age, but sheesh! I guess just something else to get through. That and I decided to learn Spanish. BF speaks Spanish cuz he served his mission there, and I think it would be helpful to learn. So I bought a textbook and I'm teaching myself. Not so bad since I know French. I can now say "Soy de los estados unidos" and "mi novio es simpatico and divertido." Basically I know pronouns, the verb ser, and pronunciation. Yay for me! maybe I'll end up tri-lingual. Then maybe I can invent my own language like Tolkien and be one of those totally hip nerdy geeks. Narf.

Prayer Time

So babyla is picking up finally French prayer. She says certain phrases with me, and now wants to pray by herself in French. She's better praying in English, of course, but it's always cuter when she's trying to speak French. It sounds something like this: (and put it baby talk) Notre Pere Celeste, nous ----(lots of incoherent sounds)--- merci pour nana, merci pour mommy, merci pour gampa, ---(more incoherent sounds)--- je t'aime, jesus christ, amen. Whew! A big prayer for a little girl. I taught her "merci pour" instead of "je te remercie" cuz it's shorter and easier. Maybe if I could put Blues Clues or WonderPets in French she's learn faster. But then she might kill me cuz she wouldn't be able to sing along! Which might be a good idea, cuz that WonderPets song seriously gets stuck in my head.

Demain soir je vais avoir un boum a la piscine de la grandmere. Elle a un tres belle piscine. J'ai quelques amis qui vont nager, et j'ai fait un CD de la musique. J'espere qu'il va etre un bon boum. ooh, c'est hypercool-bon boum. hee hee. alors, je suis le dj pour un autre grand fete cette semaine prochaine, et tout le monde vont danser. La musique pour cette fete la est la musique que vais utiliser demain soir. Si le petit boum a la piscine est bon et tout le monde aiment la musique, puis je sais que la semaine prochaine ve etre un succes.

Weekend woes

So my bf's mom and bro were in town this weekend. While they were here, we came to my house and I set the alarm off. So I felt dumb, and was flustered when the alarm people called to check to see if everything's ok. Of course when they called I didn't respond correctly to their questions (to which we have preset answers). So then... the police come. Not just coming to check things out, but the driveway blocked and the house surrounded! OK, surrounded being one cop at the front door and one cop (er, police officer) in the backyard. But still, right? My dad just happened to be coming home right at that time, so he got issued a warning. What a great impression I must have made to bf's mom. Heavy sigh. nanoo nanoo.

Ma soiree francaise etait bonne. Le meme jour, j'ai dit a babyla (note: I call my daughter babyla. I got it from SNL, you know the one with Mike Myers playing the Jewish talk show host. This episode had Madonna and Roseanne played her mom. Madonna kept calling her mamala, which i started calling my mom. So naturally I transferred it to my babyla). Alors, le meme jour j'ai dit a babyla, "qu'est-ce que c'est" parce que je veux qu'elle comprend le francais. Elle connais "qui est-ce". Chaque fois que j'ai dit "qu'est-ce que c'est" elle a repondu "I can't" Quoi?! J'ai dit, "no, say qu'est-ce que c'est" Elle a repondu, "no." Peut-etre la phrase est si grande pour elle. Ou peut-etre elle ne s'inquiete pas. grande souffle. nanoo nanoo.

My baby speakin' in tongues

So I'm attempting to teach my daughter French. She's 3, so I don't think it's too late. I should have been teaching it to her before now. I can't speak in French to her all the time because no one around me speaks it, so I do the best I can. So now, my daughter will start talking jibberish. It'll sound something like this: "noons cekee ke noons and bon nwee and noons cekee..." it goes on and on. Sometimes I think there may be some French word somewhere in there, but I have no idea what "noons" is. She says it the most in her rambles. So I guess it's cute. I mean, everything she does is cute, right?

Demain soir quelques de mes amis et moi vont avoir une soiree francaise. alors, les amis de moi qui parlent francais. on va manger des baguettes et fromage et nutella et choses comme ca. puis on va jouer petanque et puis regarder le (la?) dessein Asterix contre Cesar. Ca sera une bonne fete, oui? c'est une bonne chance parler francais, dont j'ai pas la chance tres souvent. C'est vachement cool!

Monday Monday

I actually like Miondays since I don't have a real job. Or at least one where I get paid in money. Cause being a mom is a job, holla! School starts again soon, so I'll be working again, but until then... I like Monday's. I guess the most exciting thing that happened to me over the weekend was when I learned why they tell you to starp the wii hand thingie to your wrist (I know... technical terms are so my forte). My boyfriend bought me Resident Evil 4, which is really fun, but a scray game. We were playing late Saturday night when a fireball came flying and landed right on me. It scared me and I yelled and jumped, almost throwing the controller across the room. So peeps, strap the controller to your hand. They tell you that for a reason.

I feel a little depressed that that was the most interesting thing this weekend. Tonight I'm going to FHE with the sinlges, so maybe something fun will happen there (FHE= Family Home Evening. Our church counsels us to have one every Monday night with our family. We have a spiritual lesson, reads scriptures, sing hymns, whatever, then do a family activity like play a game. Since every night is pretty much FHE with my daughter, I go to a group FHE with all my single friends. It's fun.) Aight y'all. Amanda, out.

First blog ever

So this is... um, my first blog ever। I feel so hip. And technoligically savvy. Yay for me! So here's who I am. I'm a mid-twenties single mom. I was briefly married (now THAT is an interesting story), just long enough to get knocked up. I'm a Mormon (hence the momos thing, which is what my mom and I called ourselves). I went to BYU, got married, got pregnant, got seperated, got my diploma, got divorced, and voila! Here I am. I am now a grad student and I have a 3 year old girl. And I'm seeing someone. Yay for me again! So this is a pretty boring blog so far. I promise I'll be more exciting once I get past this intro junk, eh. heehee-now I feel like a Canadian. No offence to Canada. They rock. But for real. Stick around folks-it's gonna be a bumpy night!

Quelquefois je vais ecriver en francais. je le parle et j'aime la langue.