And of course i have to blog about it . . . .

          The Man From Snowy River.  (A groan goes across the audience, and Grandma and Grandpa role their eyes.)
          And it all began because of my dear parents who hooked me and Aliese on it when we were really little.  Even then we had sort of a thing for cowboys.  We remembered slightly what really happened, we remembered Jessica's name, but not Jim's, it was a blur but we remembered we liked it, even though we hadn't seen it in years.  But on the way to Girl's Camp with my friend Christeny who I am the complete opposite of in every way, found something in common!  She loves the Man From Snowy River!  I flipped out, not really knowing what I was flipping out about, something in the back of my brain saying "What if its nothing like I remember?"  But Christeny (who is terribly convincing) told me that I had to like it, and I believed her.  I asked if she had the movie (which she did) and we promised that wew ould watch it as soon as possible after Girl's Camp and before we went to Oregon, to watch it.
          On our hike at Girl's Camp was when I remembered to tell Aliese who obviously remembered much more of it then I did and she screamed "What?  Christeny has had it in her house all this time?"  And thank goodness we weren't going up a steep hill because honestly she would have tumbled down the hill.
          Thank goodness Christeny is persistent.  It's just like a friend to say we have to come over and watch something but we never do, or they say they'll call to make a date but they never do, Christeny is not like that.  I think she called something like everyday after Girl's Camp until we went to her house and actually watched it.  And we watched it while saying the entire time "I remember!"  Aliese acted like a complete fan girl as the music that suddenly sounded so familiar to us came on screen with the sun rising behind the mountains.
          And it was everything and more then I remembered, and now, our new obsession, which Grandma and Grandpa are definitely aware of, after just watching it and then straight afterwards going to Oregon just to talk about it more there.  And they had the movie as well so of course we watched it, and they had the second movie so of course we watched it, and Nonnie and Papi had it at their house so when we were their (even though we could have been helping with food or talking with family) we of course had to watch it.  Poor Grandpa definitely got annoyed and was not ashamed to tell us.  I remember after dinner, Grandma, Grandpa, and my mom having a different conversation as me and Aliese argued of when Jim (the main character) precisely tilted his head in one scene.  No lie, it happened, and we've laughed at ourselves about it ever since.
          Aliese and I have learned the music on the piano (the Man From Snowy River was the only thing that could make Aliese get back on the piano, which is probably one of the reasons mom is not so annoyed as Grandpa was.)


          So anyway, moral of the story is if you haven't seen the Man From Snowy River before, see it.

Jason's many names

Jason has gotten a lot of names from me.  Some of which that don't make any sense, and others that make total sense.  Most just slip out at the most random times to describe what he looks like, what he's doing and what he smells like.

These are some of the nick names that I use when he is looking more fat then usual (which is more often then not.)

Chubby
Sausage (makes total sense)
Lump of meat
Fat boy

These are some that I use when he is asleep and just too precious, are if he's smiling or doing anything irresistible:

Little boy
Little man
Teddy Bear
Cupcake (Makes no sense)

These are some of the names that I call him when I am mad at him becuase he spit up on my new outfit, won't stop pinching me in the same place, or keeps crying during the romantic part of the movie.

The kid
Spit up prince
Grump
Pig

just thought I'd say.

Oh, and just so you know, I don't really get mad at him i call him "Kid, grump, spit up prince, or pig," then look at him and say "But you are to cute!" and my mad feelings are gone.

I guess this makes me and Alises official girls

          "Official" as in now, somewhat ordinary.  We were always girls.

          Before we listened to Nora Jones, Carol King, Broadway, and piano performances.  Nothing against them, it just isn't something every teenager and pre teenagers would listen to now a days.  If I looked on the bright side of the music we listened to it would turn out something like this "It makes us unique."  Not genuine, not special, but unique.  As for the shows we watched, it kind of came down to Little House on the Prairie and Jane Austine movies.  NOTHING against them, just not quite normal for people me and Aliese's age.
         EVERYTHING (In the subject of being a normal girl and listening to music) CHANGED when Aliese made friends with some girls obsessed with One Direction. 
          Before we go any deeper we have to get one thing straight.  We were not against One Direction.  We only knew one of the member's name.  We could recognize NONE of their faces unless it said One Direction below them.  I remember being in Clair's in the mall looking at a poster of One Direction thinking NOTHING of them.  And that was the honest truth.  I laughed at other girls who were obsessed.  Because their really (as far as I could see) nothing special about them.  I had of course, then, only heard one of their songs which still comes on the radio way to much.  I'm sure we are all familiar with that song.  Anyway, that was my first impression of One Direction. 
           Aliese's friends made her go to the One Direction movie that had just come out.  A few days later I heard her singing a song I had never heard before.  I liked it.  "What is that?" I ask her.  Aliese gives me a funny look, smiles, and says "You like it?" I answer yes and she laughs.  When told me it was One Direction I laughed too.  That was when We started listening to it when we did the dishes.  The beginning of us becoming more normal. 
          Jason was born and Grandma came.  She said she would take us to a movie but their really wasn't anything good in the movie theater.  Gracie laughed and said "What if we went to the One Direction movie?"  We all laugh and then calm down.  Everyone was quiet in thought for a couple of seconds, thinking about the idea, and suddenly thinking that it wasn't that funny.  We all kind of noticed each other considering it, but no one had the guts to say so.  It was Grandma who said "Do . . . do you guys want to go?"  I said I didn't care, Aliese said it was a good movie and really clean.  Everyone could tell Gracie wanted to go. And we went. 
          It was clean, it was funny, it was a good movie.  That meant nothing more except that we new they all had a sense of humor.  That was also the day where we all picked favorites. 
          NOTE:  We were not obsessed.  We liked their music we liked their movie. We liked One Direction.
          I don't really know how it happened but every time we were board we would look up One Direction interviews or something.  SIMPLY to be entertained.  We will never have One Direction posters on our walls.  Or a pillow with their faces on it.  I still think that is pretty gross.  But we still like them because of their clean and fun music and their humor.  I'm not going to deny, they do have some adorable members but that is not the main reason why we like them. 
          I guess by now we can say we like them a lot.  Because of what Aliese was given for her birthday because of my unshakable endurance and determination.  Perhaps some of you know the whole hullabaloo thing about getting the One Direction tickets which turned into an epic fail.  If not I'll tell you, it was not the funnest thing I have been through.  Everyone gave up and tried to put it completely behind them.  Except me.  I searched harder and longer for better prices and easier ways of buying them.  Through a lot more hullabaloo mom said she would buy Aliese a ticket for her birthday, but I would have to buy my own.  Ticket?  I guess I didn't really mention that One Direction is coming to the Rose Bowl in September.  We will be in the nosebleed section of the Rose Bowl, but who cares?  Mom made it clear to us that we would go not because we wanted to hear good music but for the experience and having the thrill in being in the same place as the most popular boy band in the world. 
        
         
          So . . . . . they are bought.  It is done.  We are thrilled.  Or . . . I am thrilled I don't think Aliese believes it yet.

          And no, we are still not obsessed.  Compared to some girls out their we don't even know their names (which we now do.)  So don't leave a comment like this "Oh Anna, you crack me up.  I hate to break it to you but you ARE obsessed."  Seriously me and Aliese aren't.  Okay?

My number a crushes. (giggle)

         The title isn't what it sounds like.  Well . . . I guess it is, but it really doesn't seem to creepy to me.

         My little boy crushes started with a boy maybe four.  His name was Amman with wavy blond hair and the sweetest, biggest, brown eyes you can imagine.  You could run up to him in church with open arms and without even saying the words he will hug you and kiss you on your cheeks.  My first heartbreak was moving out of that ward and moving away from him.
          My second little boy crush is now five years old, my ballet teacher's little boy.  He has bright blond hair and blue eyes.  I love him not only because of his adorableness but because of the cute things he says.  Like this:
One day I started singing Beauty and the Beast when Andrew (the little boy) came up to me and said "Don't sing that song it will make me cry!" and I said "Why would it make you cry?"  and he said "Because it's so pretty!"  How could anyone resist that from a little boy?
          Skipping a couple of little boy crushes I will hump to my current little boy crush.  Through the years m little boy crushes have gotten older.  Not to old!  My oldest is eight.  This kid just highlights my day every time I see him.  Aaron, he is a Hispanic, with dark hair, dark eyelashes (That is my favorite) and the CUTEST smile.  He blushes every time I smile at him.  He has a two year old sister who he simply adores and it is the curtest thing to see them play together.
          Also, I saw a little boy in Lizzie's ward who is Tanner's friend, who looks like the mini virsion of my celebrity crush.  How could a girl resist that? 
          And of course their always my celebrity little boy crushes.  Steve gave us the movie Oliver the musical for Christmas.  Oh my gosh, Oliver is SO adorable!
           And Jason.

          Just some things that highlight my days.