Zoey, A Princess (Oh and Gabe too)

So I was cleaning stuff up in my room and I found this little do dad for our dog Zoey. Haha. My dad begged me not to put it on her, but she's a girl, so I couldn't resist! She hated it, I'm almost positive.



Then .... the GOOD NEWS ........

Gabe is WALKING!!!

Look, no hands!

 And finally ... this heck-a funny picture of Gabe & me

Cracking UP!

Today at church Gabriel was being held by one of my friends. Her little boy, who is 8 years old, LOVES babies. He was doing all these silly faces and being funny. Gabriel was cracking up. I mean, so hard. He had his head back and his mouth wide open, just laughin' it up. Sacrament Meeting hadn't started yet, but people could hear him and everyone was looking. I didn't mind though, because it was one of the cutest, sweetest things I've ever seen.

August 2009, California Trip

I have another post below this one, so don't miss the opportunity to check out that post too!

Alejandro and I went to California to visit my family on August 8-17th. That seems like a long time, but it really went by too fast! Since I am almost ready to have our baby, we really didn't do too many activities. I am getting more and more tired, so we hung out at my parents house, as well as my older sister Tiffany's apartment. We baby sat for Tiff a few times and saw her kids pretty much every day. I didn't take too many pictures of us, but mostly the kids and my baby shower.

On Friday, we went down to San Francisco to get Alejandro's passport renewed. My dad, mom, Jill, Stacie, as well as Alejandro and I went down to the Uruguayan consulate. It was just a room in a real estate firm's building. That cracked us all up because we always make fun of the fact that Uruguay is such a small country. But when we walked in the room, there was a huge bookshelf and on the bookshelf was a picture of President Spencer W. Kimball. All of us were shocked to see that, especially in the middle of downtown San Francisco. We asked the Uruguayan consulate if that was his picture, but it wasn't. I guess it belonged to the owner of this real estate firm, which is HUGE and has many offices throughout the country. The owner is now over 80 years old and has Parkinson's disease, so he doesn't work any more. But the real estate agent working told us that this man is LDS and had known President Kimball and even went to school with the elder George Bush at Yale. It was pretty cool seeing that picture. My sisters took a picture with the picture, even.

Besides hanging out, we were able to go shopping and out to eat with my Grandma and Grandpa Ommen, as well as go to a few of our favorite places to eat, including Lincoln Chinese (THE best Chinese food on the planet). We stayed in most of the time since it was extremely hot! Well, here are some highlights from our trip:

Jill with her little furry friend Zoey. I always have to get a picture in of our dogs. I didn't get any good pictures of Roscoe.

My nephews Zander and Keaton. Keaton was trying to fit into his old bouncer. It's too small for him though! Zander was offering me a piece of watermelon. :)

With Keaton. I had the hardest time getting him to smile for the camera! He is such a muffin.

I posted this mainly to show how big I am now, since it really isn't flattering for anyone in the picture .. ha ha. This was on Saturday, August 15th, and I am 35 weeks along!

My baby shower cake. Sorry about my cleavage...I can't really help it at this point.

One of the many baby shower opening presents pictures. I also wanted to show my funky new haircut, courtesy of my mama. It's really cute though.

At the baby shower with my sisters and mom, from L-R: Stacie, Jill, me, Tiffany, and my mom. They were so awesome in throwing such a wonderful baby shower for me.

Keaton finally smiling! Tiffany had to tickle him for me to catch it on camera. He has the cutest, heart-melting smile, but he never does it for the camera. So glad I got a snap shot of it!

Our family's newest addition... our little Lacie love. What a sweet heart too. Seriously the best baby ever. I hope I am lucky enough to have a baby that's a good of sleeper/eater as she is.

My mom did Jill's hair (highlights), but we all had planned to play games at Tiffany's apt., so she left the foils in and drove over to Tiff's. But Jill actually had to walk out of the car and through a crowd of 12 year old boys looking like this in order to get to Tiffany's apt. She said they all turned and stared at her while she walked up the stairs to her apt. She's never been so embarrased! Ha ha

We also celebrated Jill's 18th birthday party while we were in town. Her real birthday was actually on August 17th. Can't believe my youngest sibling is now 18! Here she is with Nick (who doesn't look to happy) and little Z man. The cake was absolutely disgusting though. We have always enjoyed my G'ma Ommen's homemade cake, but she's getting too old to make them now and had to order it from Winco... don't ever order from there, it was gross!

Look-A-Like Contest

When I took the following two photos, little did I realize how similar they are to each other. Well, why don't you take a looksie?



Here is my cute little nephew, Keaton, at age two.



And....

my sister Jill who just happens to wake in the morning blessed with hair like a nasty wig.

What does ....

this .................

and this...............

have in common, do you ask??


Well, if you must know -- it has everything to do with my debate team. We went to ISU for an overnight debate tournament this past weekend and let's just say that it was quite the par-tay at the hotel Friday night. All the girls were sharing a room and the boys were in the room right next to the girls. I felt super sick on Friday night, but the girls insisted I hang out with them. So when I was in the room with them, they said they wanted to play a prank on the boys. Hmmmm....what could we do that was legal and sane at midnight?? .............

Well, we drove over to the neighboorhood grocery store and bought four cans of whipped cream...in the can. We also bought paper plates. They made whipped cream "pies" with them. They came up with a sneaky trick to get into the boys room and I even had to use my teacher priviledges to get into them in the boys room. Okay... so I like a good prank, k? They got in the room and smashed a plate of whipped cream into one of the boys faces but then another boy was screaming for them to get out of their room. So the girls ran back to their room (where I was waiting). Out of nowhere, the girls turn on me and smash a whipped cream plate on the side of my head. Mind you, I forgot to bring my shampoo or conditioner and we all know how much the hotel ones STINK (not literally, but they make my hair ratty). :) Okay, well..... that night as I take a bath in my hotel room ..... I had to DIG whip cream out of my ear. It was majorly stuck in there, weird huh?


Moral of the story: Don't plan pranks unless you are willing to have them played on yourself. Ha ha.

What's in Your Package?

So this has been my boring life lately: eat, sleep, and teach. I spend my life at school and then come home and plan for the next day. I love it though. I love my students, the lesson planning, but not the grading. Yuck. I have had some funny moments in class -- that's what makes my job so much fun -- being with the students and learning.

So this is the deal. I ordered all these fun books to help me teach in more creative ways. I had been waiting for them for a few weeks. Then during 3rd hour (one of my most fave class, they are so much fun), the office aide brought a package in with (what I assumed) was my books. Anyway.... I was busy teaching when the aide brought it in, but later on in class, I said, "I can't wait to see what's in my package," and then I started opening it with a pen. This really shy, appropriate student said to me, "Mrs. Gonzalez, what's in your package?" Sorry, but I started laughing so hard when he said that. Just think of someone asking you, "What's in your package?" It sounded really funny to me. This kid turned red in the face and started laughing too, but the dorkiest, most hilarious kid in class was right there when this other student asked that question. He almost peed his pants and fell on the floor laughing. This is what makes my job worth it.

You might not get the next funny moment, because you may of had to "be there," but my debate students have been giving speeches all this week (and that's three whole class periods of listening to speeches). Well, today, during one of the speeches, this little fly kept on flying from head to head and even on the speaker's head. It was the fly that wouldn't take a rest. And it made it even funnier since we were all trying (well, maybe just I was) to pay attention to what the speaker was saying. We were trying not to laugh....remember trying not to laugh in church or somewhere where you're not supposed to? Yeah, that's what it was like today, but ten times worse since you're the teacher and you're morally obligated not to laugh or something. Okay, enough stories for now, but there are bound to be more soon. And I haven't taken any pictures as of late, so sorry about the picture-less post. :)

FEAR

This is a really weird post for me, but since I am still wide awake, I thought I would write about what happened to me last night. It is one of the freakiest things that's ever happened to me. And maybe you had to be there, but I still can't sleep because of it. Last night, Alejandro went to bed, and I was in the bed with him, reading. The light was still on and I was on my stomach, facing the top of the bed. All of a sudden, I saw something black: it was a spider crawling down the wall towards the floor. I screamed so loud and jumped out of the bed, waking up Alejandro. He was kind of mad, as you can imagine, because I jerked him out of sleep. I told him where the spider had gone. He moved the bed (I was by the closet now, totally freaked out) and killed the spider, apparently. My heart was seriously racing so fast -- adrenaline. Anyway, Alejandro went back to bed and I went back to my same position to read again, this time turning off the light and using my little reading light. About ten minutes went by, and I was into my book. You know when you are just thinking about what you're reading, and you're really into it. Then all of a sudden, another spider CRAWLS ACROSS MY BOOK. This time I scream, slam/throw my book five feet into the bathroom. I mean, come on I was READING and all of a sudden the spider that's supposed to be dead, or it's brother crawls right where I am reading. Alejandro now is woken up and tries to check to see where the spider is now (I am not sure if he killed it the first time) but by now my heart won't stop beating fast. I keep on getting the willies and shivers (literally) and I don't want to go back into the bed. Alejandro looks in the bathroom and can't find it. I go into the bathroom and wiggle my book and can't see it. Then I pick the book back up and sit on my bed. I open up to where I was reading and I scream again. The spider is dead between the pages. It's official: I can't sleep. I went into the living room to settle down and watched T.V. for an hour and a half. Then I try to sleep in the living room, but it's too hot. So I go back into the bedroom to see if I can sleep. I did that thing where you are kind of dreaming, but not really sleeping-thing. Now I am here, 5 hours later, still awake. I can't sleep, I keep on dreaming of spiders crawling over my face and going up my nose (have you seen Arcanaphopia??). Needless to say, I think I have a serious fear of spiders.

P.S. This spider wasn't a wimpy, small spider, either. It was black, meaty in the middle, and medium-sized.

P.S.S. Do you feel something tickling your neck or your arm? Make sure it's not a spider!

Crack Kills

This is a random post, but I think it is really funny. Last week, one of my students raised their hands and said, "Mrs. Gonzalez, there is something I really have to tell you." I was thinking, "Oh no, what is it now??" because this students always says retarted things in class. Anyway...I let her tell me, and this is what she said: "This morning I was out in the hallway and you were out there too talking to some students. You were bent over and your crack was showing. It was like a mile long and it was whiiiiite." Oh my gosh! And everyone in the class is cracking (no pun intended) up! I was laughing to, of course, because my crack NEVER shows that I'm aware of. I always make sure I am crack-free. But not that day, apparently. So I try to get the kids back on track so we can continue with class. But for the next few minutes they keep on chatting and laughing about this new-found information. Then I told them: "I know you get a kick out of my crack, but you guys need to settle down." All was lost after that. Kids were falling out of their seats, crying, and laughing so hard there was no sound coming out. I know it was my fault, but I just couldn't contain myself.

Moral of the story: Check your crack and make sure ain't showin', or you will never hear the end of it!