News Flash

A post with no pictures? I'm getting crazy now.

Well, the time has arrived in my life when my career is taking a nosedive and I'm at a crossroads. Time to make some decisions. I have decided to go back to school. After months of researching and trying to figure out what I want, I have finally come to the conclusion.

I will be attending Southwest Institute of Healing Arts and working towards a master massage practitioner degree with an emphasis on hypnotherapy and holistic medicine. It's the closest I can get to being a doctor. I can't deal with invasive techniques. Needles and blood scare me.

So, it will pretty much be like attending a university, as I will be in school for quite a while. But I'm really excited. This is something I'm very passionate about and that's what is going to get me through these next few years. My end goal is to open my own private practice. My own healing spa. I'm really excited!

Good morning!

Ever wonder what mornings look like in the Coppee household? Let me just clear up that mystery right now.

Do I Scare You?

So, it was Halloween night and I was getting the kids ready to go to my parents' house for trick-or-treating and I decided to be a vampire with my son. I put on my makeup first and then got ready to do John's, but the girls were screaming and my husband wasn't home, so I decided to get them over to my mom's quick for some help.

I sat down on my mom's couch to try and feed Chloe a bottle and she reached her little hand up and smeared the blood-red lipstick off my face and all around my mouth. Nice. Now, you're probably wondering - where are the cute pics of your kids in their costumes? They don't exist. My kids do not like Halloween. My girls are not interested in wearing their adorable $40-a-piece costumes that I ordered six weeks before Halloween and then called my friend and asked her to do some professional pictures of (that won't happen). The first night I tried to put the costumes on, it was a screaming wrestling match. They hated them. And John wasn't in the mood to do Halloween because he just got braces and he can't eat candy. I finally talked him into some vampire make-up, but the second he got back from trick-or-treating at like 8 houses, he ran into the bathroom and washed it off quick.

So....you're stuck with a freaky picture of me. AND just to make matters worse, later that night at home, I hadn't had a chance to wash this stuff off yet and my husband, who was standing about 5 feet from me, said "Oh, you washed your make-up off already" and I was like, "Ummm....no I didn't actually. Are you teasing me?" And he was like, "No. It looked like you took it off" and I was like, "You know what? You're a jerk".

Recall Notice

This is an important announcement regarding a recent product recall. It's the Sylvie-Faye GMC (Gretchen Marie Coppee) 2005. This product has been known to malfunction on a regular basis. Circuits in this model are known to jam up causing the robot child to kick and scream uncontrollably in excess of 30 minutes continuously. This product was recently tested in an LDS church nursery and after one hour, was immediately returned indefinitely.

So, Sylvie-Faye threw an absolute fit in nursery on Sunday in our new ward. And I took Chloe with me to go check and see if she was behaving. As I approached the peep hole to have a look, the door flew open and one of the sisters in the ward was wrestling with my daughter and made the comment, "Oh my gosh. If this kid is in our ward now, I'm going to scream". I was so offended, but kept my cool, retrieved my daughter, and brought the demon child home.

When I asked her why she was being naughty in nursery, I got her usual response:



Naughty little robot.

The Family Dog

We can't have real pets because it's against the lease terms. And also Bertrand and I can't agree on what to get anyway. So, Sylvie-Faye volunteered (it gets her out of the house) and John was more than happy to take the new dog on its morning walks (he thinks it's hilarious and I have to remind him that tormenting his sister by pulling on the leash and preventing her from walking forwards, which results in a high-pitched, ear-piercing scream, is not acceptable). Now, I know the dog looks a little mangy, but the care of this creature has improved since this picture and I promise an update real soon.