I need a vaction...Mustique, anyone? Girls?

At the end of this semester, I am feeling the effects of a long four months and longing for a little place my girlfriends and I spent a week lounging, playing and celebrating. This place that I speak of is a little island in the Grenadines where celebraties frequent and the rich play. A place call Mustique. (Chelsea, Kelli and Tina-click on "Mustique" and see if you recognize the story--am I crazy or does it sound very familiar?) Few have heard of it and we experienced it. When our good friend married a generous man, many of my closest nanny friends were invited for the party. It was such an amazing time with tanning (some more than others) , swimming (with Tommy Hilfiger models posing nearby) and having our homemade breakfasts of eggs and a large bowl of fresh carribean fruit served to us as we looked over the ocean from our open roomed villa by our butler--yeah, that's right. I said "butler." I have craved the atmosphere and serenity of this place many times over the last 6 years and have frequently mentioned it as a vacation of choice should we ever come into some money. :) So, as Joe and I looked into potential spots for our next vacation, this location obviously came up. Expecting a laugh or rolling of eyes, I was surprised to hear, "Well, ,if you can get three other couples to come too, I'm all for it." So, it is for this reason I make this post. I am calling on my friends to take the plunge and take the vacation of a lifetime. If we get 4 other couples, it ends up being only $2,125 per couple per week and I promise the vacation of a lifetime!! If you don't believe me, just click here and you'll see the villa my friends and I enjoyed. And if not, I will just have to wait until Joe makes General--no biggy; it's just a decade--if ever!! No pressure!

I luuuuuuuvvv me some Eli!!

I have no words to describe how much I LOVE this "new" show on ABC. It is seriously amazing and Joe and I literally count down the days from one Thursday to the next until Eli Stone is on again. We try not to watch any T.V. on Sundays, but yesterday there was a special edition on and we figured that the sun had gone down and the sabbath was over, so we were okay....:) (excuses? yup, but it's totally worth it!) If you think it is your typical lawyer drama, you are sorely mistaken! If you haven't seen it yet, don't start this Thursday. The season finale is on and it will ruin the whole thing. But, if my prayers are answered :), the reruns will start in 2 weeks. It is on ABC, on Thursdays at 9:00. so all us Office fans can stay glued to the television for another hour. It started during the writers strike and Joe and I became addicted from the first episode. I am so excited to watch the reruns. Lame? Maybe, but between school and kids, you need an addiction to keep you sane. Get you some Eli--I guarantee, you won't regret it!!

Provo Half

Well, I wasn't sure if I would ever do another half after my "near death" experience in Moab, but the addiction got the better of me. (Don't feel like you have to read up on the "exciting" near death experience I posted about earlier--after the race, I swore I had seen a light and was walking/running toward it, but I realized it was just me nearly passing out after the run...) Training didn't go as well this time around, as it did for the last one. I just kind of got to a point where I was sick of "having to" run. In the last two weeks before the half, I ran once for five miles, so needless to say I was feeling a little intimidated by the 13.1 miles I had to run last Saturday.
My good friend Catherine, who is in three of my classes at school, was running it with me, so I was glad that there would be a familiar and friendly face along the way. It was her first half, but she did an awesome job! We both hit a wall in various places and felt like the race would never end, but she ended up with a great time and I ended up with nearly the same time as I had in Moab. After not having trained much the last couple weeks, I couldn't really complain. So, Catherine, thanks so much for doing the race with me. I'm not sure if I would have, if I didn't know I'd have some encouragement along the way from you. You're the best!
P.S. Sorry for the short post, but it's finals week and I have 2 paper, 4 presentations and 1 test to prepare for. So, gotta go!

My "little" boy is 5?!?!?

Wow...I can hardly believe that my little boy turned five on Saturday. When I think back to all that has happened since that exciting day, so long ago, (but not so long, really) I can't believe where we have been and where we are today. He was truly sent at a time when I needed him most; to be my saving grace while Joe was deployed and I was forced to pick myself up and carry on, being the best mom I didn't know how to be. He and I learned so much about each other that year and have a bond that reflects it. Although he can drive me beyond crazy some days, he knows just what to say to make me laugh and knows that a hug from him can melt my frustrations away. I love him so much!

Well, Luke's birthday was somewhat spread out over the last week and once again, I am going to have to try to sum up a weeks worth of activities into one post, because I can never seem to get on here the days that these things happen--so bear with me.

To begin, Jozlyn and Luke seem to have taken a bit of "Jazz Fever" from me and Joe. I can say this with confidence, because on a daily basis, they play basketball in the living room and fight over who is Williams, or Boozer, or Memo, ect. (all members of the Jazz-Jozlyn knows all their names, too!). It is hilarious hearing my little 3 year old girl's high pitched voice saying, "Luke, I get to be Boozer this time. You can be Deron Williams."

Well, Joe and I decided to harness this, by getting the family tickets to the Jazz game on Wednesday. Needless to say, Luke and Jozlyn (and me and Joe) were excited--as was Kate, sensing the excitement from the rest of us. The entire car ride up consisted of laughing, arguing over who was who and asking, "How much longer, Mom?" Once we were finally there, Luke stood wide-eyed gazing around at the arena he had seen so many times on television. We had pretty good seats, so Luke was able to see the players fairly well and could identify who each one was.....He was in heaven! The game was great-(not quite as involved as last game-see post below)-but a lot of fun. Kate got introduced to "Bear", the Jazz mascot and shook with fear at the sight of him. He was trying so hard to get her to say Hi to him, but once she started to cry, he hung his head and walked away. :)

Things were going great, the Jazz were winning and the kids were happy, until Jozlyn said, "My tummy hurts.." Ugh, my daughter has one of the weakest tummies of all time and those three words would have usually sent me straight to the bathroom. Still, today I am wondering why I didn't respond as such. Instead, I tried to get her to forget about it by standing up and dancing with her in the row. (Bouncing? Yeah, bad idea...) A few minutes later, I could see it in her eyes, that this was in fact, very serious. I thought about running to the bathroom, but changed my mind and whipped her around and faced her towards our seats and it was there that it happened. I think she may have thrown up everything from the last week. It went on forever, but thankfully the substance stayed within our seats (and in our diaper bag-ugh!). I say the substance, but not the smell. It may have been the most foul smelling vomit I have even smelled and by the looks on the faces of the people within a 15 seat radius, they would have agreed. It was awful. I finally ran her to the bathroom, washed us both down and did my best to remove the smell. Nothing worked. I felt like Pigpen, with this green cloud of stench surrounding me. Jozlyn, however, felt great and wanted nothing more than to return to where I was sure we were not welcomed. So, we hung back in the aisle and watched the game from there.

Jozlyn had lost her shirt in the fiasco, so was confidently hanging out in her lacey, pink undershirt. Thankfully, a row ahead of us had won free t-shirts and the guy giving them out had a few extra and we were able to score one! So, it was a Men's XL, but Jozlyn loved it! It was crazy, but we had a good time and we all got a good, much-needed shower when we got home.
Friday, Luke's birthday continued with his friend birthday party at the park near our house. It was not quite as eventful as a couple days before, but he had a great time and was so excited to get to have all his friends together at the same time. I had an eventful time making his cake, but was pleasantly surprised (shocked) with the outcome. Here are some pics of the day...

Ode to Joe..

What is his name? Joseph Earl Jorgensen...that's right, Earl!!
How long have you been married? 6 years in June-holy crap!
How long did you date? We were engaged in 3 months and married in 11 because West Point won't let you be married....otherwise, it would've been sooner.

How old is he? Almost 30!!
Who eats more sweets? HIM....for sure! He doesn't go an hour without it.

Who said I love you first? HIM, I refused to say it first. :)
Who is taller? Him, unless I have my boots on...he hates that. :)
Who can sing better? That's a toss up, but he'd say Me.
Who is smarter? We are smarter in our own different ways and it works out well that way.

Who does the laundry? It depends on who is home from school the day that we run out of underwear.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? I do.
Who mows the lawn? Joe-he won't let me, because he thinks the husband of the neighbor lady who mows her lawn is totally lazy.

Who cooks dinner? I do the majority of the time, but Joe does it when I have school.

Who drives? Always Joe

Who is more stubborn? We both are in different ways.

Who kissed who first? He kissed me first.
Who asked who out first? Joe asked me out. It was a bit of a stretch for him since he'd asked maybe 2 other girls out in his life--I think he was scared of girls, but he says it's because he was cheap. :)

Who proposed? Joe-I don't think I could....

Who has more siblings? He has 2.5 times the number of siblings!

Who wears the pants? I would like to say it is totally equal, but I would be lying-it's definitely me.

Now I tag: Pretty much everyone on my blog that is married.. We never get to hear about the husbands.. GOOD LUCK