Quoi de neuf, you ask? Well, let me tell you!

1. So, once upon a time...um, around 5PM...I was putting dishes away and dropped my Crockpot lid on my toes. (Namely my big toe and his neighbor friend) Holy effin crap. It hurt like...well, nothing I can describe sans expletives. I have honestly not felt pain like that since I gave birth. It hurt so bad I honestly nearly passed out. I started sweating and couldn't catch my breath. Crazy. The only thing I had going through my mind (besides trying to cope with the blinding pain. It seriously hurt so bad I couldn't even swear. That's how you KNOW it's bad.) was that I was so grateful my toes cushioned the fall. I'm emotionally attached to my Crockpot and I'd be super sad to have to replace it. I don't know if they're broken, although my handy dandy nurse of a sister told me that you can't really tell if they are and even if they were there is no treatment for it (which I knew.) So my toes are taped together and my whole foot is still throbbing. But my Crockpot is in one piece and that, my friends, is all that matters. So what if I have to hobble through 2 more performances of the play this week? I can still think of my sweet friends when I make dinner.
2. Speaking of siblings, I got to hang out with my little brother this past weekend. Good times. We share the gift of snark, which always makes it fun to hang around with him. He came to Utah to race his little Legend car, which I LOVE. (I'm not, however, allowed to call it "cute.") See for yourself:

Adorable, right? Um, I mean, "Isn't that a manly car?" (He calls it a "clown car" and I think he's right!) They (him, my dad and 2 other guys) got in around midnight Friday night and stayed with us. One of the other guys who came looked familiar to me but I pretty much dismissed it until we were all talking later and I realized that we grew up together! He's exactly 1 month younger than I am and we've known each other our whole lives. My mom married his uncle! It was equally crazy and awesome. Saturday night we went to see Phyl race. We had a blast making fun of our fellow spectators, like the lady in front of us whose bum crack we were subjected to all night. And the friend with a blue mullet (To quote Phyllip: "Nothing says 'I own a Corvette on blocks' like a blue mullet!")
3. So, I'm bugged. Bugged at people who cannot be relied upon. Bugged by people who don't care. Bugged by selfish people. Bugged that I sacrifice time with my family because something is a priority but apparently not a priority to anyone else.
4. I'm in a food rut. This is where you send me recipes for yummy food that your family begs you to make again and again. Go.
5. It is hot and we're going to St. George in a few days. St. George. The 7th circle of Hell. We might have lost our ever-lovin minds.
6. Jack is hilarious. He's so serious and responsible. He was playing Wii Fit tonight and running. (It was so cute and it made me so proud that he wanted to do it because he sees me do it. What great motivation on those days when I'd rather die than run for even 2 seconds together.) Anyway, he had the nunchuck in the back of his pants and I told him that he could hold it in his hand if he wanted to. He said, so seriously, "Mom, it says pacifically that I'm supposed to keep it in my back pocket!" he was shocked that I would suggest he go against the rules set forth by the Wii Fit gods.
7. Lizzy is adorable. We went grocery shopping today and the bakery gave her and Jack a chocolate chip cookie. Before I knew it, she had a full on chocolate goatee, both hands looked like she dipped them in a chocolate fountain and the whole front of her little dress was covered in chocolate. Oh my heavens. I would have been mortified had I not found it so funny. We made an impromptu baby wipe purchase and I cleaned her up before she was suspected of killing and eating one of the Keebler Elves.
8. I'm toying with the idea of running a 10K. Crazy since I ran a 5K and wanted to die. Doubling that would be like insane monkey torture. But for some reason, I really want to do it. I'm considering a "turkey trot" in November. If I don't get committed before then.
9. it's 10:45 and since I'm a hundred years old, I need to go to bed. Goodnight friends, family and Internet crazies!