boys are dumb! ( and other wisdoms)

When I was in high school (a year or 2o ago) my very dear friend Katie Hogan and I would often yell across the halls, or pass a note in yearbook to simply say "boys are dumb!" Most of the time a explanation was not needed, I could look at her face and see it.. BOYS ARE DUMB! It fit in many scenarios, referring to fellow students, boyfriends, teachers, or my dumb brother, one truth seemed to rise to the top and that was simply "boys are dumb."

I remember one particular lunch at Dairy Queen, (which was often Katie and I's choice of lunch spots, ) vowing that I would never ever get married, and couldn't even contemplate the thought of having sons. Why would I want to surround myself with boys... BOYS ARE DUMB.

This popped into my head tonight at the dinner table as my three sons spent a good 30 minutes debating on whether or not it was physically possible to lick your own elbow. Even though I still often shout "boys are dumb" in my head, I am so glad to have my boys. My life would be quite boring without them. (Perhaps even some days my daughter Paige would agree, nawwww probably not!)

I don't know if the true irony of this story is that I am surrounded in my life mostly by boys, even our dog smokey is a boy, and lemme tell ya boy is that dog dumb. Or does the irony lie in the fact that my dear friend Katie Hogan now has two boys of her own, and is also now my dear sister-in-law Katie Louchart. :)

because random is what I do best

So I have tried to commit to blogging more often, but have found that I have very little in the creativity department lately. The only thing rattling around in my brain, just dying to jump out, is another collection of random thoughts, because being random is, well... kinda my thing.

I have the funniest nephews on the planet. I adore them. My nieces are completely amazing too. The not so fabulous part is they all live much to far away from me.

Nothing would make me happier than if we could actually afford to live in California.

I contemplated getting another keeshond puppy... the thought quickly passed.

I might be addicted to candy.. I seem to have an issue.

Even through my bad week, blessings were abundant, and it's hard to not feel blessed and loved.

I have strong amazing friends. I am in awe of them on a daily basis.

I sorta love facebook.. I have been able to re-connect with, and get to know all kinds of fabulous people from Show Low, that I never really knew how awesome they were.

I spent most of my day cleaning my carpets.. it was somewhat invigorating.

I dream of owning a shark pocket steamer.. (I dream BIG, what can I say)

I am my biggest critic, and put way too much pressure on myself.

I have fallen away from church recently.. not sure why, but the desire to go has left.

I might start a new hobby.

My van tires had a suicide pact. three of the four decided to pop this week. I disapprove of this plan.

I'm done resolving to do things, and meaning well.. time for a little more action. I just wish I knew what action I should be taking.

It does not bother me in the slightest to watch the same movie over and over and over again.

My body keeps trying to tell my brain that I am no longer 16, my brain isn't listening.

I can't get through the day without at least a few gravity surges.

This week we got a lot of rain here, in Flagstaff my brother got 6 feet of snow.. It's not raining here any more, tomorrow all will be well. It's not snowing at Jacob's anymore, tomorrow there will still be 6 feet of snow.. It's official, rain wins!

Birthday randomness

It's raining, I hope it rains more. I miss rain.

I have a hard time celebrating on my birthday. It has nothing to do with me thinking I am old. I don't think I am old I think I'm 16! (my body knows better though) I am however getting to a point where I am able to seperate me as the person from the events of today.

If I have lied to you about my age at any time, please know this was accidental, I seem to usually default to 32, so I guess I stopped aging then.

I have recently been re-evaluating what I believe, believe in, and why I believe it. I certainly think we are the champions of our destiny. The only way for things to change, is to change them.

Bacon cake is good. Call me crazy but chocolate bacon cake is the wave of the future!

I am so blessed by my friends. Between Angie (who would be here in 5 seconds if I needed her, because she is awesome like that ) and my PTA Green girls, I was able to cover everything I need for my boys while Paige is in the hospital, in about 5 seconds. I love my friends!

Paige is having surgery on the 14th, the kid is a trooper. Hopefully only be in the hospital a few days. She amazes me. Win or lose she always does her best at everything. I believe in her!

Connor is not phased by the fact that the number of people who call him "fluffy" grows a bit each day.

I miss frozen yogurt Mondays.

My dog just locked himself in the bathroom.. (he does that a lot)

I am going on a diet and goign to lose weight and get healthy. This is the last time I will do this. I say this is the last time, because I am not going to fail this time. I believe in me!

My friend Marsi is such a huge inspiration to me. She is literally in the fight of her life, but her courage and determination have taught me so much in the past few weeks. She has shown me not only the true character of her heart, but of my own as well.

I need to stock up on grapefruit juice.

Looking forward to having a lovely cup of "decaf" with Laurie this morning.

I don't want to get out of bed.

I have re-connected with a whole lot of people on facebook recently, it is kinda cool! I like feeling closer to family and friends that I don't see very often.

I kinda love taking pictures. Our new camera is fun. I still haven't read the owner's manual.

My kids just brought me breakfast in bed. I guess laying up her until almost 6:10 paid off this morning.

Smokey has decided to be very cuddly lately. I wouldn't mind this if he wanted a big snuggle during the day, but the the 3:00 a.m. flying leap onto my chest is getting a little old.

I need to start the Christmas jammies. I haven't yet. I said I may just buy them this year, and my husband almost cried :P, so off to get fabric! :) I am thinking perhaps a super hero theme this year.

Garrett's glasses broke last night. Tanner's are still broken, they will both be heading to school sans glasses today.

My solemn hair vow

I Amy Eagle (raises right hand) on this 11th day of November, 2009,

do solemnly swear to never ever under any circumstances EVER do anything to my hair, apart from brushing and washing it. I being one who does not learn from past mistakes, and insists on trimming, cutting, dying my own hair on random whims.. never again shall! Never, no never!

I will not do this



or this


never again will I do this


and certainly not this..




I solemnly swear on all my hair, may it forever be soft, flowing and healthy. I do thee swear.

(even though my amazing and fabulous friend Ally, went into work today on a day she had off, because I was a complete dunce, and dyed my hair greyish green..)

and she made me look like this


Amazing! :)

Middle child syndorme? fact or fiction..

Tanner, the love of my life Tanner, is also the middle child of our family. I know what you are all thinking.. "Wait don't you have two middle children?", and while technically yes Paige would also fall into that category, she is the only girl and therefor the princess of the world, so really the rule doesn't apply to her. I digress...

As a parent I have often poo pooed the idea of the very existance of "middle child syndrome". However as Tanner gets older, he is seemingly having a greater issue coping with life. Third grade seems to be giving him a run for his money. Losing. losing in general is BAD. It doesn't matter WHAT it is that we lose at, sports, awana competition, checkers, running race.. a loss usually sends Tanner spiraling to the ground in a heap of tears.

Now I know one of the "symptoms"( if you will) of this "syndrome" is not having a sense of belonging, which leads to sadness and reclusion. I treat all my kids the same. (Despite the fact the Connor thinks the oldest has it so hard) I really am very fair. There is no favoritism, no comparing, but I am at a loss with how sad my sweet Tanner has been lately.

So is this "middle child syndrome", "I hate the third grade syndrome", I don't know. I just know I hate seeing most events send Tanner into a mass of sadness.




-p.s.- in a unrelated note, I do realize my epic NABLOPOMO failure, as I missed yesterday, but I am going to ignore that fact and push on and still try to complete the month. :)

Smokey the wonder genius rides again

Meet Smokey

Smokey spends his days chaising his tale, being afraid of everything that moves, and growling at his feet. Smokey eats walls, doors, and random crayons. He runs into walls, barks at boxes, his tail, random furniture. Smokey also enjoys locking himself in every room in the house on a daily basis, by pushing the door shut with his nose.


This is my dog. He is very fluffy, very pretty dog. He is good with kids, very gentle....

and he just spent the last 15 minutes repeatedly getting his head stuck under the dining room chair, crying till I freed him, then shoving it under there again.

Yep he's a smart one.

I have figured out my problem

I grew up skinny. RAIL thin skinny.. no really I swear I have pictures to prove it.. ask show Low people.. I was a twig. So my twig life ended somewhere around the birth or rather conception of Tanner. I gained weight LOTS of weight.

I have struggled and yo-yo'd and have gone up and down so much in the last few years my pants have whiplash (and stress fractures)

I finally figured out what my problem is.

I LOVE FOOD!

I love ALL food. there really isn't many foods I won't eat. So now I am looking for this crazy thing called will power.. let me know if you see some.