No Big Deal

I wasn't especially in love with any of the performances last night. The judges created a great deal of buzz about Adam Lambert, the guy who sang last. It was just tooooo much for me and I was a little wore out by the end. Drama, drama, drama. Give him a bigger hairdo and with the makeup and clothing he would fit in nice and tight with any of the glam hair bands of the 80's. Whitesnake, Poison, Cinderella-he could front them all. I don't care what the guy can do with his voice it's just too much...or manic as Randy (or was it Simon?) said. I have, however, prepared myself for the knowledge he will be in the top 3 tonight. The judges speak and it's a given.

Not a great night, but regardless of their performances, I did like:

Matt Giraud














Allison Iraheta















Jesse Langseth














Megan Corkrey















I will be fine if any of these girls get through. I did like Jesse's 'Betty Davis Eyes', of course I've always loved the song so I maybe swayed. I will literally self-combust if Norman Gentle gets through either tonight or as a wild card. You will find my ashes spread throughout Pirates of the Caribbean at Disneyland.

Surprise! Surprise!

We were thrilled and VERY surprised to find out today that we are having a boy. It's funny how the whole "What do you think you are having?" thing works. We were convinced it was a girl and were shocked to see otherwise on the ultrasound today. What a fun surprise! After we saw and heard the news and everything settled in-we couldn't help but feel the rightness of it and can't wait to hold and kiss his little hands. Now that we know HE is coming we get to spend the next few months wondering who he will look like. We decided a combination Nate/Mark baby would be sorta funny looking. The anticipation might kill me.

You Know I Voted

Yeah for voting time! This is the time of the season I get extra excited and think about watching AI all day. The 1st counselor in our bishopric has yet to figure out that Tuesdays and Wednesdays are dedicated to this tradition. He left me 3 messages in the span of 2 hrs. last night. I had the tellie up way too loud and did not hear U2 singing 'Sweetest Thing' on my phone. He needs to make a note in his planner : Do not call Emily Sellick on Tuesday nights. Addicted to American Idol. Possible intervention needed.






Because the top boy and top girl get through this week I split my votes between Alexis Grace and Danny Gokey. I think this season maybe a difficult one because there really are a ton of talented singers and I might have a hard time deciding who I like the best. I was glad so many singers did bad last night. It made my decision easier.

P.S. Please America...kill Tatiana's dream. I can't handle a whole season of her antics and begging the judges and public to make her dream come true. We've lived with her long enough and I'm hoping and praying tonight's the night we can bid her farewell.

P.P.S. Don't even get me started on Norman Gentle.

Sew Crazy

Whitney, Colleen and I have embarked on our latest, sure to drive us crazy project this week. With Brant coming home in just under 4 weeks we thought it would be fantabulous to have the 6 little girl cousins in matching dresses at his report. Can you say nuts? Whitney and I spent ALL day yesterday searching for fabric to please our eyes and warm our hearts...we're pretty picky. We finally decided to head to a quilting store and were joyously happy to discover bolts and bolts of Amy Butler fabric. Amy Butler is the designer whose beautiful fabric can be found covering the little girls on Shabby Apple. We spent a good hour hemming and hawing over the best combination and settled on these two. I wish the lighting in these pics were better, but just know they are DARLING in person and we can't wait to see them as dresses.

The Sweetest Thing

To counter act the grossness that is Nick Nolte, I am posting the sweetness that is Tess. Discuss.

Not Far From the Truth

Because I have too much pride (thus the fall) I am saving you all the viewing pleasure of my new license. I will however post a picture that is quite comparable.












I wish I was kidding.

Sadness ALL Around

Do you remember my smug post about the perfect diver's license picture? The one where I bragged and bragged about taking Golden Boy James to his old place of work and being greeted with open arms and being allowed to take as many pictures as I wanted until I was happy with the results? The one where I fawned all over myself and how I had finally gotten rid of my old, pregnant faced license and was granted a license worthy to publish in People's 100 Most Beautiful People issue?

Pride cometh before the fall...

James was doing our taxes this week and noticed my license had expired back in October (prepregnancy may I remind you) and I needed to quick fast go renew it, not because he is a law abiding citizen with cop blood still pulsing through his veins, but because he wants a bank account that is actually in the black. Ugh!

This visit to the DMV was much, much different with much sadder results. I should have taken Golden Boy. The lady behind the counter was your stereotypical, happy, go-lucky DMV employee and could barely choke out a 'Hello'. The only question she managed to ask me was, "Should I keep the weight listed on your license?" Was she hinting at something? I'm usually not one of those "Hey EVERYONE! I'm pregnant!" kind of gals, but I sure was at that moment in time. She eyed my skeptically. Because my beloved Burley has yet to step into this century they do not have the ability to transfer your old, in the system picture to your new license and I was therefore required to take ONE brand spanking new PREGNANT picture to enjoy for the next 4 years.

Oh the misery, wailing and gnashing of teeth.

And again....pride cometh before the fall.

Attack of Bikini Girl

Please, please, please tell me the judges are arguing over Bikini Girl for ratings and controversy's sake. She CANNOT sing good enough to be the next American Idol and no my judgment has nothing to do with my extreme distaste for her self promotion using her body. No claws here.

Bizarro Emily

Yes, just as there is a Bizarro Seinfeld group, there is a Bizarro Emily and she comes out in my sleep.

In the middle of the night Bizarro Emily:

*was at the kids' school and needed a drink desperately. She chose the one fountain at the school that trickled tiny amounts of water. After what seemed like 5 minutes of camel like behavior an old, short man and his old, short wife made a nasty comment about my drinking habits. I took them out.

*was on the Bachelor and getting ready for her date with the 'mystery' man (I never saw his face). I stuck a piece of blue gum in my mouth and it instantly turned to mush and I COULD NOT GET IT OUT! It only stretched all over the place, getting all over my modest, yet sexy outfit, all over my hair and my teeth were blue. I canceled the date.

I've Got Me Some Satisfaction

Just coming off of another wonderful day with the fam. Whits and Tim blessed Shayna yesterday and we were all there but one....Brant. I always drive away from this group of people feeling completely satisfied. It's the same feeling I get after say, Thanksgiving dinner. The conversation is never dull or EVER runs dry. We had an active discussion about church related topics and after it was all said and done made some promises to each other about the united stand we will take when faced with serious decisions. It's good to know we are apart of a like minded family and can uphold and support each other.

Our favorite boy (collectively!) Brant gets home in just 6 weeks and we're all beyond excited and can't wait to get our hands on him. He's the little suprise brother we couldn't imagine life without, although to call him 'little' is an extreme understatment. We had fun talking about him flying into the airport in Pocatello and the CROWD that will be waiting to mug on him. The song "Reunited" comes to mind.

Highlights from the last couple of weeks:

*Had a sleepover at Tim and Whitney's house last weekend. We watched and visited way too late, especially for a mother with a teeny tiny. The boys woke up at 5:30 a.m. (get these boys a sedative) and were ready to play. They bounced back and forth between Tim and James trying to get them out of bed to help them complete a level on the Indiana Jones Wii game. We NEED to have a serious, sit down talk with these youngin's.
*Finished Season 3 of Arrested Development. Now there is a gem of a show cut too short. We were sad after the last episode. Sniff-Sniff
*Got my MOJO back!! Hoorary for everyone living in the Sellick household. I don't wake up already dragging and counting down to naptime. In fact I haven't taken a nap since Wednesday. I'm already having a hard time bending over and can't get through singing time during primary without gasping for air, but....I can walk and not faint. Hooray-Hoorah
*Took a personality test and surprise, surprise-I'm a dyed in the womb RED. For those in the know, this should make complete sense and for those who aren't, I tend to be bossy. Although I like to ease this a tad and say I am a matured Red and have learned to temper those opinions and have learned to sit back and relax. I'm married to a white and this is a very good thing, as the Red and White personalities compliment each other perfectly, which we do.
*Finished auditions of American Idol. Let's get on with it already! Stay tuned for some of those RED opinions.
*Nate turns 4 today. James and I blew up a bag of dollar balloons last night and wrapped his presents, one of which is a 4 pack of Tic Tacs, his heart's true desire. He is such an innocent heart. It only takes a bag of dollar balloons to make him feel like a king. He hasn't quit smiling yet.