Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Things I'd like to outsource

1. Washing my face. By the end of the night, I'm usually exhausted and washing my face is the last thing I want to do. I'd love to hire someone to come by every evening, remove my makeup, massage in cleanser and then gently rub it off with a wet towel.

2. Dealing with the laundry. I'd prefer to just toss my clothes on the floor at the end of the evening. This employee would gather them up, decide how to deal with each item (clean enough to wear again, dry cleaning, launder, hand wash) and then deal with it. I'd never touch laundry again.

3. Wake up calls. When I was little, my mother would wake me up every morning singing a song. "It's time to get up, it's time to get up. So early in the morning." Then she would let me lay there; to yawn and stretch until I was fully awake. It was awesome. If she wants to reprise this role (Mom?) I'm all for it. In lieu of that, I'd like someone to start doing this for me. stat. And I think I'd would like a glass of juice with that wake up call. (Can you tell I'm not a morning person?)

I have many more of these, but I'm depressing myself. Because sadly, this will never happen. But a girl can dream....right?

What do you guys hate doing and want to outsource?

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

A phone call from your Mom is time well spent.

Both of my sons reside in diffterent states than I. Ideally, I like to talk to them once a week. (Sorry boys, texts don't count) Sadly, this rarely happens. I know, poor me.

I've always tried to not be in their business and be a low-key kinda Mom. I don't ever want them to be like "Oh, it's that annoying Mom of mine calling again". But if I don't hear from them in two weeks, I start to worry. It's a Mom thing.

I even try to call them at times when I know they will be at home, thus making my bi-monthly phone call more convenient for them.

As of late, they never pick up.

I used to leave them a message. Sometimes long detailed ones.

Later (sometimes days) they will call back and say "I saw you called, What's up?'

"Did you listen to my message?'

"No, what did it say?"

It's frustrating. I don't know why I even bother leaving a message!! Now, if I get their voicemail, I just hang up.

Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy receiving their one-line text messages. They are better than nothing, but they just don't cut it for me.

Call me old fashioned, but I actually enjoy and miss (and maybe need) having real live conversations. Plus, I'm a extremely slow texter.

And really boys, you should feel flattered.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Some things will never change.

On more than one occasion, I have been teased by family and friends about being a little OCD. I beg to differ. Although I admit, I do like things a certain way.

Case in point.

While at my parent's home this weekend, I had to use the bathroom. As I was sitting on the potty waiting for things to "happen", I noticed that their roll of toilet paper was going the "wrong way".

This probably isn't making sense, so let me explain.

At home when I put on a new roll of toilet paper, I always make sure that the end of the roll is going over rather than under. This makes it more convenient for one to find the end of the toilet paper. Especially in the dark. While they are half asleep.

So as I sat there, I couldn't help myself. I HAD to switch it.

And I am not proud of it.

I'd like to think that had I been at a friend's home instead of my parent's, that I would have refrained from doing such a thing. But I'm an not entirely sure I could.

So if I happen to be visiting your bathroom and I see that your toilet paper is going the "wrong way", I might have to make the switch.

I feel the need to apologize to all of you ahead of time. But you'll thank me later. I promise.

Thursday, June 18, 2009

Who knew they made brown tomatoes?

Last Saturday, while at the farmers market, we happened upon a vendor that was selling meat from cows that were grass fed. It was pricey, but hey, these cows were coddled, given massages and grass fed! What do you expect?

Hubby wasn't convinced that we would be able to taste a difference. But I convinced him we would. Begrudgingly, he bought a couple of sample packs before we committed to a freezer full of the stuff.

For the record, I am not a big beef eater. Although once in a blue moon, a juicy burger (medium well, please) cooked on the grill sounds really good to me. Plus, it's summer and what red-blooded american family doesn't grill in the summertime?

So, grilled burgers were on the menu this week. Needless to say, hubby was so excited. "Hey we are cooking beef! Looky here neighbors, it's beef!!

Since grilling is a manly thing to do, I let him do the honors. I went to get all of the condiments ready only to discover we were out of ketchup. But not to worry, I thought, we have some in our food storage downstairs.

Upon retrieval of the afore mentioned ketchup, I noticed the color was a little....

off.

It was brownish in color. Not good.

Upon closer inspection, I noticed that the expiration date was two years ago. "I wonder if I could pull this off? Maybe hubby wouldn't notice."

Then I got to thinking. Just my luck it would make us sick and hubby would blame it on the grass fed beef and then I would never be able to convince him that my "once in a blue moon hamburger" needed to come from only grass fed pampered cows.

So, off to the supermarket I went for a bottle of ketchup. And while I was there, I picked up something a little chocolatey ;)

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

You leave me smiling

sleeping with the bedroom windows open.

fresh strawberry basil milkshakes.

grilling fresh veggies.

listening to Eva Cassidy.

shopping at the farmers market.

the family of ducks in my backyard.

a surprise postcard in my mailbox.

Monday, June 15, 2009

My lastest obsession

I like to give hubby a hard time about his taste in radio stations. Really his lack of taste. Or at least that's what I thought it was.

While driving, I love nothing more than to turn up the radio and listen to some tunes.

Not talk radio. Anything but. And that's all he listens to. Ever.

Lately I have started to rebel. I simply refuse to listen to Sean, Glenn or Rush for one more second. It's not that I don't want to stay informed, it's just they are starting to drive me a little crazy. Is it just me, or are they starting to sound more negative and just a tad overly dramatic?

My point is, that with music playing in the background, I can still carry on a normal conversation. With talk radio, hubby listens intently and pays such close attention to the commentary. I daresn't say a word. So, for the most part, it's been "no talking" for me while driving.

And I need to talk. Dangit!

Recently, I've started listening to NPR and much to my surprise, I like it. And do you know what kids? It actually makes me feel smarter. No kidding.. I cannot get enough of it.

Not only do I listen in the car but I've started listening at home while cooking and cleaning. Before you know it I'll be able to be on a trivia game show. About current events and the news!!

But do me a favor friends, don't mention this to hubby. I don't want him to think I have "bad taste." in radio or that he has "converted" me to talk radio. I'd never be able to live that down.

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Rain. My little helper.

For Mothers Day hubby gave me two huge potted planters full of the most gorgeous assortment of flowers. The kind of flowerpots that are planted at the nursery months ago and look full and luscious before you even lay eyes on them.

They also cost alot. More than I would ever spend.

I decided right then and there that I was going to make a sincere effort to not kill these flowers that hubby so thoughtfully gave to me.

I know that doesn't sound like much, but for some reason, remembering to water the plants is a huge undertaking for me. I plant stuff every year and then completely forget to water, which is really an issue, ya know? Because plants like water, it seems. Go figure.

Now let's talk weather.

Are you sick of all this moisture? I mean how much rain can one take? It's starting to feel like a monsoon out there.

I can imagine most of you are looking forward to hot sunny days so you can start hanging out at the Scera pool or Seven Peaks.

Me too. Kind of. Okay, I'll admit it. Maybe not. Let me explain...

This rain. It's helping me out and making my life a whole heck of alot easier. I haven't had to remember to water every morning. And my pots, you should see them. They look amazing. I have hot pots! (Not to be confused with hot pockets. I don't have any of them.)

And, if I wasn't so comfy (lazy) lying here in bed, I would go take a picture and post them. Just to show them off to you, my friends. But, I'll share them another time.

Now I know this is pretty risky on my part as I might kill them before I get around to posting pics. But not to worry folks, I'm a really committed waterer. Trust me.

Tuesday, June 9, 2009

One isn't such a lonely number

I went to an afternoon movie yesterday.

All by myself.

It wasn't so bad.

I didn't get popcorn and a drink. Which we normally always do. It just didn't feel right going to all the fuss and expense for just little ole me.

I saw Disney's new movie UP. It was my first time seeing a movie in 3-D. I felt stupid for just a second putting on those special glasses and all. But I got over it real fast. It was awesome.

I cried three times. It really has a touching storyline. One that is meant for young and old alike. It certainly got me thinking about some things. If you haven't had the chance to see it yet. Go. I promise, it will not disappoint.

I think I will take hubby to it on Saturday. Although, I'll definitely be getting popcorn and a drink this time. Somehow movies are always better when eating treats.

Wouldn't you agree?

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Sam I am


Samuel Dato
Sept 10, 1932 - May 23, 2009


I will miss hearing your stories about your adventures around the world.

I will miss your generous nature.

I will miss our spagetti dinners with you.

I will miss your teasing.

I will miss your positive outlook on life.

I will miss your fun loving, boisterous italian demeanor.

Thank you for accepting a Mormon girl into your life and making me feel loved and a part of your family.

Til we meet again.

Your daughter inlaw, Annie

Monday, June 1, 2009

Faces only a mother could remember

We moved to Provo some time ago.

Three years to be exact.

So you can imagine my surprise when the Sunday school teacher looked at us and said "It looks like we have some visitors with us today. Would you stand up and introduce yourselves."

"What the hell?" (excuse my french) That's all I have to say about that.