Then there were two

This one's for you, my Canadian friend.

2010-08-11T13:27:00.000-06:00

Hi Jenn.

Thanks for missing me. Life is good. Although a little boring. xoxox

his new job is taking him far away.

2010-05-14T13:23:00.014-06:00

He graduates this week with an MBA from Georgetown University. I'm a proud Mama.

None of the things I'm about to say will be new to him. He's heard them all before. Many times. I hope.

T, you have worked incredibly hard to get where you are today. You have an amazing work ethic and I am certain that you will accomplish many great and wonderful things.

More importantly, I am proud of the person you have become. You are a responsible man; full of integrity, compassion and love. It is an honor, privlege and one of my greatest blessings being your Mother.

Congratulations. I wish I was there to give you a big hug. You've made being your mother easy. I love you.

lost in blogland

2010-05-13T11:10:00.003-06:00

Have you ever started a blog crawl that took on a life of it's own, going off on tangents like a crazy professor so that, say, you start here and end up three hours later on some random site considering a purchase?

It's like one of those marathon best-girlfriend conversations that start out with "hey, you want to go walking?" and ends up three hours later with the two of you having drafted the charter for a organic farm or shopping at an awesome boutique two towns over.

Right-me too.

Anyhow, inevitably on that blog crawl, you passed by something REALLY COOL and figured you'd come back to it, right? But three hours later, the path back is totally overgrown and as you try to retrace your clicks you become confused and disoriented, bumping around and crying because nothing looks familiar. You're convinced that that REALLY COOL thing is lost forever, and the the desirability of it begins to reach mythical proportions in your mind.

I know what you're thinking..... "Annie, get off that computer and get a life, or at least get after that big pile of laundry."

boys are the bomb.

2010-04-30T09:56:00.022-06:00

With Mothers day being right around the corner, I can always count on Hubby asking "What do you want for Mothers day?"

I usually have a long list of things that he could surprise me with. This year though? Nothin. I can't think of a single thing that I want. Imagine that!

Maybe there's one thing.

It would be so lovely to be in the same place, at the same time with these two guys. Fat chance of that, though.

Seriously, we haven't all been together in the same place but once in the last four years. That blows! (does that sound just as bad as "that sucks"?) If so, sorry Mom.

Anyways, this is one of the few pictures that I have of me and my boys. It was taken four Christmases ago. It's dark, blurry and not one of the greatest pictures. But at least I have it and it helps to look at it when I am missing them.

Today would be one of those days. ~sniff~

So hubby, about that gift? I guess I'll just settle for a nice quiet brunch up at Sundance.

And when all the stars and planets and the moon align and we are all together as a family again, I'll be sure to take a ton of pictures. Minus the blurriness.

Who knew toddlers were so heavy.

2010-04-26T14:41:00.018-06:00

After nursery yesterday, I came home with a sore back and a blouse that was smeared with snot. Lots of snot. In multiple places.

I know church is supposed to be Sunday best, but now that I will be working in the nursery I will have to rethink my Sunday wardrobe.

Sadly, I really don't have any clothes that I am willing to wear and risk getting ruined. I know, poor me. It makes me sad to think of the time and energy that I put into putting together some pretty spiffy church outfits. All for naught, folks.

What I need is a Super kid-proof outfit. Something stain resistant, flexible enough to play Ring around the Rosies. It has to fit perfectly so I don't have to worry about accidentally flashing or mooning anyone and lastly, it has to look amazing.

I think Project runway should try to tackle this.

I promised hubby that I would quit complaining about being called to serve in the nursery. So that's the last you'll hear about that. But you can be dang sure I'm counting the days til I'm back wearing my spiffy church clothes again.

Oh. And I sure hope all that snot washes out okay.

Rx

2010-04-22T12:57:00.005-06:00

Hubby and I spent last evening filling out forms for new health insurance. It required us to list all the medications that we have taken in the last twelve months.

It takes a village, folks!

what to do? what to do?

2010-04-14T12:53:00.006-06:00

Do you ever wake up in the morning and think "my hair sucks"? Maybe that's a little blunt but I feel this way alot.

I've heard it said, that once you're over fifty that you should start sporting a shorter do. How short? I don't know. But I wanna know. What are the rules?

Sometimes when I let it get a little too long, I braid it and call it my "polygamist hairdo". Hubby is not amused.

Lately, I have fallen victim to annoying hair loss. It's not alot, but enough to make hubby ask "Hey, are you keeping a pony in here?" Although he's never said anything, I'm sure it bugs the heck out of him. I can see the disgust in his face as he picks my long hair off the floor (throughout the entire house), inside his car and possibly once or twice in his dinner.

I love my long hair but I don't want to be one of those ladies that keep it at a longer length than they should. My hair stylist tells me not to cut it. "Rock this length for as long as you can". she says.

So really, I need your opinions. To cut or not to cut?

she had a full dance card

2010-04-13T09:27:00.013-06:00

I wanted to showcase my mad dancing skills at my nephew's recent wedding. Hubby was less than thrilled to do so. Not to be deterred, I proceeded to beg and plead for anyone to dance with me. I headed towards my teenage nephews who were gathered around the refreshment table. They saw me coming and knew what I was after. They quickly scattered. The slugs.

My Dad took pity and whirled me around the dance floor. Boy can he cut a rug. He even dipped me. Here I am holding on for dear life.

My Mom wanted in on the action so I had to grab my brother in law, Steve. Here we are; the blind leading the blind. He was a good sport.

Finally, overcomed with jealousy, Hubby insisted that I give him a turn. For half a song. Really? That's all you're gonna give me?

I took it. Better than nothng.

if I lived in Seattle.....

2010-04-10T21:33:00.017-06:00

I'd buy a boat, so I could be the captain. (sorry babe) I'd buy fresh flowers from Pikes market. And since they're so inexpensive, I'd get them every week. I'd like to live in one of those homes that are actually on the water. And pretend that I am in movie with Tom Hanks. That is unless it rocks too much and makes me seasick,then I'd take one with a view of the Space Needle.

I would forget about an umbrella and wear a hat EVERY day. I'd hang out with my beautiful niece and pretend like she's my daughter. I'd search the whole city for the perfect bowl of clam chowder. When I found it, I'd order some "to go" every single night. I'd would park the car and walk everywhere so I would be able to eat all that clam chowder. And lastly, I would work up the courage to try somefresh oysters. Just to see if what they say about them is true. ;)

So there you have it.

Whats been on my nightstand.

2010-04-08T14:47:00.009-06:00

Hi Friends.

What do you do when you have insomnia?

I've been dealing with it for the last few weeks. And boy, is my tail dragging. I just keep popping my vitamins in hopes that I don't get sick.

It's a drag not being able to go to sleep when I am so tired. It's strange because I will fall asleep in front of the tv, but the minute I get my little self into bed, I am wide awake. Talk about frustrating.

There has been an upside to having insomnia, though. I've been able to get in some good reading during the past few weeks of sleeplessness. I would recommend all of these books. My favorite, "The Art of Racing in the Rain", makes me want to go out today and buy a puppy.

Tonight, I'm going to start reading "The girl with the Dragon Tatoo". Unless I fall asleep. (please, please, please.)

I've always thought it would be fun to live in the library. And the more I think about it, that's not such a bad idea. It's quiet. I bet I could catch some zzzz's there.

Dreamers

2010-04-04T18:19:00.004-06:00

The best marriage will be full of dreams deferred and dreams remembered, because living and loving get in the way of dreams sometimes. In the best marriage, you can share your dreams, always part of who you are, and be content with both the realized dreams and the fantasies that are there to flirt with.

Happy Anniversary, babe. Here's to twenty five more.

I"ll need to buy some yeast.

2010-03-09T12:01:00.005-07:00

I've been thinking that I want to learn how to make homemade bread. Do you make your own bread, friends? If so, is it really complicated?

My mother rarely made homemade bread. If I were her, I don't suppose I would have either. The eight of us would have it gone before it even had a chance to cool. I remember her going to the bread outlet and buying day old bread. She would buy a dozen loaves and freeze them.

The bread of my childhood was my grandmother's savory dill bread. She called it dilly bread. I didn't care much for it when I was young, but I am fairly certain that if I could have a slice today, I would enjoy it.

My mother's cooking was pretty standard for the '60s and '70s. On Sundays we would always have meat, potatoes, gravy and a canned vegetable. During the week it was all about soups and casseroles. Mom could make eight sandwiches using one can of tuna.

Now, that's resourceful.

Except for my mother's macaroni and hamburger dish, I don't really have a yen for the food of my childhood. And neither do my grown children who now try to "introduce" us to exotic foods they refused to eat at our table. It wasn't me who picked celery and onions out of everything and begged for Top Ramen at every meal.

I tried to serve my boys nutritious foods, while they were growing up, but, except for broccoli, they balked. They only ate broccoli, because in a stroke of genius, I called the florets trees and said only giraffes could eat them. By the time our boys hit there teens, our menu was limited to five items: hot dogs, hamburgers, spaghetti, tacos and enchilada casserole.

I can't tell you how an empty nest has improved our diet. Hubby announced the other day that he would like to try going vegetarian a couple of times a week. (after his annual checkup next week, we may just have to do that) Because if his cholestrol numbers are off the chart....

We love foreign foods--Thai, Indian, Middle-Eastern. For us comfort foods are not from a nostalgic past that wasn't all that good. Comfort food is now.

My better half

2010-03-06T14:34:00.002-07:00

He just keeps getting more handsome each year.
So here's to 58.....I hope it's great!

Join me in wishing Mr. T a Happy Birthday.

Just keepin it real

2010-03-03T15:51:00.003-07:00

I have spent the last hour reading blogs. And I am having grumpy thoughts.

Because nearly every blog is always happy and perfect.

I rarely post what I am truly thinking here. Why? I don't want people to know how sarcastic, mean and downright grumpy many of my brain waves are.

It is like people asking, "How's it going?" Most people don't want to know how you are doing, so I just answer with that four letter work beginning with "F" - "fine". Besides, compared to so many people, my life is GREAT, so I feel guilty about the everyday things that create misery.

I'd much rather read a truthful account of a bad day than a fluffy, happy, looking on the bright side account of a bad day. Yep, I rejoice in other women's grumpy words, grumpy thoughts and bad hair days, because it makes me feel like I am not alone.

we're eating on tv trays

2010-02-22T14:36:00.009-07:00

My name is Annie and I'm an Olympics addict.

I have zero interest in sports outside of two weeks every two years. Then if I could have my way, I'd never leave my house at night so I could stay permanently glued to my TV set.

I love watching people who work really hard to experience the sheer joy of victory. And the feats of strength! So amazing.

It warms my heart and I get a lump in my throat when I see a gold medal athlete sing their national anthem during the awards ceremony. Even if they are just mouthing the words, I give them an "A" for effort.

And will someone explain to me the point of curling?

Our row

2010-02-22T10:23:00.003-07:00

For years (I mean YEARS) we have been sitting on the same row at church. Right side, three rows from the back. It is our row. Next week I have decided that we are going to start sitting somewhere different every Sunday. Hopefully, we will be able to meet and talk to different people. And get a different view. We are going to shake things up.

Don't mess with me

2010-02-19T13:47:00.005-07:00

I spent up to my late thirties being nice and trying to pacify people. It took some time, but eventually I threw out the "nice girls don't make waves" attitude that I had since childhood. It's a switch.

The last decade has been different. I have no use for mean spiritedness. It leaves a bad taste. I stopped putting up with so much BS and saying what needs to be said. I have embarrassed my children on a few occasions by speaking up for the underdog.

I'm generally a nice, mild mannered girl. Not only do I try to respond to kindness but to generate it too. But something just happens in me that I can't stop when I see someone being mistreated. The bulldog comes out in me.

I found myself in a situation this week where I was the underdog. I stood up to this person, (in a nice way) but I stood up to them. I was able to think quick on my feet and said what I thought needed to be said. Needless to say, this person isn't too happy with me now. Oh well? I am glad that I'm not that "casper milk toast" girl anymore.

Evolution......it's a good thing.

nuthin'

2010-02-12T10:28:00.001-07:00

Somebody talk to me....
Even my horoscope is boring today.
It must be February.

guilty pleasure

2010-02-09T13:35:00.007-07:00

For some reason, I can't get enough of the Real Housewives of Orange County. There's just something about their whacked-out lives that I love to watch. And I'm not even ashamed to admit it.

Hubby thinks most reality tv is trash. Although, I'm thinking about forcing him to watch an episode with me. Just so he knows how lucky he's got it. Because man o man are these gals high maintenance.

Do you watch any "mindless" tv shows?

The stress just melts away.

2010-02-02T11:18:00.003-07:00

Is there anything more sublime than submerging your tired body into a deep tub full of hot hot water for about an hour or so? I've been doing alot of that lately.

Hubby claims a shower is more exhilarating. He likes to stand under the hot water until there is no hot water. "Baths are disgusting," he says. "You're sitting in your own filth."

"How can you relax standing up?" I ask. "It's like waiting in line in the rain."
I exaggerate. He exaggerates. We've never come to any kind of consensus.

For many years growing up, we had one bathroom for ten people and one bathtub. Mother was a quick bather. Put in five inches of water, wash yourself, and get out. So disciplined and so wrong.

My father knew what to do with a bath. He got in and stayed in. He came home from work, ate dinner and then took a long bath before going to bed. The trouble was that the toilet was in there. I always had to pee when someone was bathing.

We now have three and a half bathrooms for two people. I only bathe in the master bedroom tub, which is the deepest of the three. I pee in all the toilets though, marking my territory like a dog. Mine, mine, mine.

Hubby still hasn't learned to enjoy bathing. His loss. Because in my opinion, they are so civilized, so perfect.

Haiti

2010-01-13T21:24:00.002-07:00

My heart is so heavy for Haiti today.

That's all I know to say, really.

Drama in the high desert.

2010-01-11T23:46:00.012-07:00

Over the holidays we went to Scottsdale Arizona to see our youngest son. It was warm and we had a good time. The first few days were a little "ify" though. All because a little toothache decided to get in my way of having any fun. It was my first time ever having one.

Have you ever had a toothache? Can I just say "Holy freakin cow". Talk about pain.

"Please" I said to Hubby, "Just shoot me."

Let me tell you, I could not concentrate on anything but that throbbing tooth. It consumed my every thought. After two days of suffering, we decided to call the dentist back home and have him call in some prescriptions. Thankfully, after a day of taking the antibiotic, I started to feel some relief.

This picture was taken after I had taken a painkiller. It's only the second time I have ever taken one in my life. That night is a blur.

Seriously people, I don't remember a darn thing. But I hope I was fun, engaging and good company.

I suppose it's a good thing I don't drink.

And just so you know, said tooth is history. But not to worry, after $4200.00 and three months of healing I'll have a new implant and a new tooth.

But I must say, it's sad and demoralizing.......especially for a flossing queen.

Because writing down goals makes them real.

2010-01-08T11:28:00.013-07:00

I have been unplugged for a couple of weeks, mainly because I was out of town defrosting and enjoying myself. But mostly because I just need to be unplugged occasionally. It's good for a marriage.

January and the new decade has come in like a lamb. I know that's a March metaphor, but I'm always expecting January in the form of a monstrous lion's jaw aimed at my face. That is not the case this year. I have even been so bold as to think resolutions, which I generally think of as the loser's path to disappointment and destruction.

But hey, it's a new decade. And the way I have felt this past week, this might be the last full decade on this earth for me. ;)

I heard it on the radio so it must be true, that the first Monday of the year is considered the most depressing day of the year. They said it's because we miss the holidays, and start to worry about how we are going to pay for Christmas purchases.

I felt it. I was really sad..... sad that I couldn't get my head out of the toilet for more than a minute at a time. Damn that food poisoning. I guess that's what you get for skipping church to go out to breakfast. Lesson learned.

So here they are folks. I'm putting them out for all to see. This is all I got. Wish me luck

1. Love Hubby

2. Read the complete Old Testament. Read, read, read.

3. Enjoy new and old friends.

4. Eat more and more vegetables.

Mistaken identity

2009-12-17T12:43:00.003-07:00

I ran into a friend the other day at the mall.

She said, "I saw you the other morning."

I said, "Oh yeah--where?"

She said, " You were out running, it was about 8:00 am."

"No." I interrupted.

She did not need to finish, because unless I'm being chased by a big pit bull, I do not run.

"Oh." she said. " I wondered why you didn't wave back at me."

But if it was me out there running in below freezing temperatures, I most certainly would have waved back. And possibly asked for a ride.

One thing.

2009-12-16T13:48:00.002-07:00

Williams Sanoma is selling this jar of "Handmade Peppermint Snow" for $10.00. Yes, ten bucks. I know, it's Williams Sanoma, but I'm sorry, I CANNOT HANDLE that they are selling CRUSHED candy canes for a ten whole dollars. My HUSBAND can "HANDMAKE" "Peppermint Snow" in 30 seconds flat. Which he did for the treats I made to take to the Christmas book club party. The Christmas book club party that I ended up not going to. :(

This has to be the most ridiculous food product ever.

Well said, Joseph B.Wirthlin

2009-11-25T12:41:00.003-07:00

Have a wonderful Thanksgiving.

20 Questions ala Annie

2009-11-16T14:31:00.005-07:00

1. What is that smell in the refrigerator?

2. Will I ever poop again?

3. How many calories have I eaten today?

4. Do I really have to get out of bed?

5. Where is hubby?

6. If you are alone, do you really exist?

7. Isn't cleavage just pressed fat?

8. Does praying count if you're not on your knees?

9. Don't I look great in my new boots?

10. Is that my cell phone ringing?

11. Why am I so lazy?

12. Am I going bald?

13. Will I ever do anything of significance again?

14. Could it be that I really do like pecan pie?

15. Is someone downstairs?

16. Is that a wrinkle or cleft in my head?

17. Will I ever become a mother in law?

18. Are periods really necessary after age 50?

19. Is it too early to listen to Christmas music?

20. Has it really been that long since I last blogged?

Haiku Wednesday

2009-10-21T10:47:00.004-06:00

I love the seasons. Especially Fall. It signals that it's time to bring out the hot chocolate, start those pots of stews and soups simmering and most importantly I get to start wearing my Uggs.

It hasn't always been my favorite season though. It has taken me many years to come to appreciate it's beauty. In fact I used to dread it. I was bothered by all the fallen leaves. Call me crazy but I thought they made my yard look so messy. I was obsessed with keeping them cleaned up. I would spend hours each day raking them, just to wake up and do it all over again. I drove myself crazy trying to keep up. them.

Thankfully, I'm over that now, and I have come to appreciate them. (if you can appreciate leaves, I do. Really.)

I now pay someone to do all the raking. But, not until I enjoy them for as long as possible. Even the ones on my porch, the ones in the rain gutters those that have fallen into the window wells and even those that get blown into the garage and get tracked into my house. ;)

This week's haiku is about seasons.

Summer fades to fall
Start piling on the blankets
To ward off night's chill

Finding the joy.

2009-10-15T12:30:00.004-06:00

It's a snuggly autumn day in Utah-the kind of day when breezes dance among the leaves, the sun lazily appears once in a while, and a slight chill invites you to cuddle up in a comforter and read a good book. It's as if the very air whispers that life isn't going to last forever, so enjoy it while you can. It's a good reminder to take pleasure in every moment. Drink it all in this week and taste all there is to taste.

God created such a beautiful world yet I so often worry through it without noticing. So this week, I am dropping the worry, I'll stop fretting, take a deep breath and savor every second. Joy is everywhere for the taking. So, I'm gonna have me some.

Thank you internet

2009-10-15T12:14:00.015-06:00

The most magnificent pair of boots that I purchased today.

I first spotted these when we were in Alaska. Unfortunatley, the shop didn't have my size. I have been coveting them for over a month now. They are so cute.

The shoes I will not be purchasing anytime soon. These are so not cute.

Now I'm officially ready for snow.

The reading has begun.

2009-10-15T09:57:00.006-06:00

This is the reason I am so tired this morning. I stayed up way too late reading this under the covers with a flashlight.

My friend recommended this book. It's a teen novel so I must admit I somewhat hesitant to read it. But you see, my friend is smart. She knows her books. Which by the way, it's nice to have a friend like that. Someone who's judgement you trust. And you will go out and buy a book just on her recommendation. Thanks Jenne D.

It was an amazing read. I too would recommend it to you. In fact, it was so good that I'm headed out today to buy the next book in the series.

I'll have to wait until the weekend to read it though. I can't afford to stay up late two nights in a row. Because this girl needs her beauty sleep.

Silly Haiku Wednesday

2009-10-14T12:17:00.003-06:00

Oh, how I've missed you Silly Haiku Wednesdays.I'm trying really hard to get back into the groove again.

This week's haiku is passion.

I've loved baking for as long as I can remember. Some of my fondest memories are baking cookies and sweet breads with my Grandmother. I love the all the measuring and how you have to be so precise and all. And the end result? Gooey yumminess.

When my son entered Culinary school, I tried talking him into specializing in baking. He wouldn't hear of it. Maybe in my next life I'll be a baker.

One of my favorite shows is Cake Boss on TLC. Once I watched a Cake Boss marathon Saturday. One episode after the other. Hubby thought it was a waste of time. Me? I think it was a day well spent.

I'm not much of a cooker (is that a word?), but man, can I bake a mean chocolate chip cookie.

If you're lucky I might send you some. ;)

Warm, homemade cookies
leave brown on my fingertips
And curves on my hips

Putterings

2009-10-12T10:45:00.009-06:00

Left to my own devices on Saturday mornings, I putter. I putter to the bagel shop, where I sit and eat my breakfast and watch families. And then I putter to the bookstore and lazily sift through stacks of books. I putter to the park and I putter about in my little house. I sift through the laundry, fretting over stains and frayed hems, making space for thought and breath. On Saturday, I puttered. On Sunday, there was the most delicious cup of herbal tea in all the land and a new dress. There was a drive in mountains with twisty roads and a lovely breeze.

And then there was a rented movie. Is there anything better than snuggling with your honey to watch a good movie? (and maybe a little golf, too) Is there? And just sitting there and remembering why it is you choose to do the things you want to do? Being home, warm and happy, after the puttering, drifting off to sleep. I don't know if there is.

Also, it's Columbus day today, so have a happy one.

What are my Children doing right now?

2009-10-09T11:05:00.005-06:00

When my children were born I think the hospital must have installed a chip in my head. It's an alarm. It goes off, PING!, all the time. When my infants first arrived the alarm was a constant loud gonging in my heart, "Little one, little one, little on." By the time they could walk, talk, tie their shoes and wipe their own bottoms at school, the alarm was ringing only every 20 minutes or so. Once said small creatures have grown taller than you, grown out of the eye-rolling stage, and learned to use a credit card, the alarm is down to once or twice a day. To my knowledge it does not disappear. Now matter how old they are, it never ends. We shall see.

Have a lovely fall weekend. I will be sipping hot chocolate by the fire with that boy that I am madly in love with.

Driving without Estrogen

2009-10-05T13:32:00.006-06:00

Yes, I have turned into that old lady.

*Little old lady, do not pull out right in front of me and drive 5 mph. Everywhere. Including every stop sign we encounter.

*And while we are at it, listen up Utah County drivers: You all need to learn how to negotiate a 4 way stop. And roundabouts too, for that matter.

*Hey there cutie pie: Hang up and freakin drive.

*Slow down there hotshot. We are all impressed with your big hummer. Now go away.

*Turn signals, please?

*By the way, in a parking lot? Slow down! I cannot see very well because Biff and Buffy have blocked my vision with their massive SUVs.

*And whoever hit my car last week and didn't bother to leave a note? Thanks. Have you ever heard of karma?

I'll spare you my thoughts regarding BYU game day traffic.

Rant over.

Sweet Dreams

2009-10-01T15:29:00.016-06:00

All last weekend I had dreams of my teeth dissolving inside my head. This is my go-to anxiety dream. Another is I fall down my stairs and knock out all my teeth.

Toothlessness is obviously a big thing for me.

Recently, Hubby was flossing between a crown and it just popped right off. A month later it happened again. The dentist was shocked. He said he had used the most heavy duty cement available to him to glue that sucker in place. It was a mystery to him why it came off, again. The only thing he thinks could have caused this, are the pick flossers that my husband uses. (that, combined with the angle or aggressiveness of his flossing). He instructed Hubby to use normal floss from now on. "Be gone evil pick flossers", he said.

I wonder if Hubby is following doctor's orders. Probably not. But hopefully, mystery solved, and it won't happen again. We'll wait and see.

For twenty years I've had a crown of my own. On my bottom middle tooth. The one right smack in the middle. You can't miss it. And if you've never had a crown before, let me share with you what they do to your tooth in preparation for the crown. They file it down to just a pointy little nub. Yeah, real sexy, huh?

Needless to say, all this crown falling off business has caused me a little anxiety. Because my crown is going on twenty years old. And who knows how long that is in "crown years". That glue won't last forever, ya know?

So any day now I know that the "biting into an apple/crown missing/pointy tooth revealed" dreams are going to start up. Can't wait.

I wonder why my dreams can't be more pleasant and happy. Ones with George Clooney in them? ;)

Do you have a recurring dream? If so, share. Please.

Happy :)

2009-09-30T09:12:00.001-06:00

I don't know the origin of this little jewel, but I just had to share it.

Something to think about.

2009-09-25T09:04:00.001-06:00

My Favorite C.S. Lewis Quote

"God loves us, so He makes us the gift of suffering. Through suffering, we release our hold on the toys of this world, and know our true good lies in another world. We're like blocks of stone, out of which the sculptor carves the forms of men. The blows of his chisel, which hurt us so much, are what make us perfect. The suffering in this world is not the failure of God's love for us; it is that love in action. For believe me, this world that seems to us so substantial is no more than the shadlowlands. Real life has not begun yet." ("Shadowlands," p. 1)

Have a lovely weekend.

I am from.

2009-09-19T22:52:00.009-06:00

I am from hearty, dirt-rich farm country.

I am from a family of redheads.

I am from clearance racks and hand me downs.

I am from roadtrips with quarrels over the window seats.

I am from bookmobiles and dusty school libraries.

I am from canned peaches, pickles and homemade pizza.

I am from Mormon heritage.

I am from red rover, freeze tag and kick the can.

I am from a family with 8 kids.

I am from crowded rooms and longed for privacy.

I am from reading in bed til the last possible moment.

I am from Bobby Sherman and David Cassidy.

I am from shared Ford LTDs and Volkswagen Beetles.

I am from Gilligans Island, Leave it to Beaver and Beverly Hillbillies.

I am from hard work that teaches that blood, sweat and tears will prevail.

I am from riding our bikes to Thurgood's Market just to buy penny candy.

I am from casseroles made with TLC.

I am from a generous family that loves me.

In which knew I should have become a crab fisherman.

2009-09-18T14:00:00.039-06:00

Somebody looks awfully happy in this picture. Could it be, because she just hauled in this ginormous crustacean? It couldn't be just a nervous twitch because she was just told, "Watch out for those claws, these guys have been known to twist about and pinch you." Regardless, that's one big cheesy smile.

Now, do me a favor. Click to enlarge the photo. I double dare you.

Have you ever seen so many "smile lines" on one face? Holy cow. What's a girl to do? Never smile? I'll have to pratice my smile in the mirror. I shooting for a smile with three lines instead of four. Wish me luck. :)

Oh, and one more favor. Promise to never, ever mention anything to me about those crows feet.

Also, somebody needs to learn to photoshop. Looking at this photo makes me feel down right crabby.

Have a good weekend friends. Get out and do something fun with the ones you love.

Lucky me!

2009-09-17T12:03:00.021-06:00

Last week, I was the lucky recipient of a most happy package. It came courtesy of the hip and talented Jenn at www.youknowthatblog.com

She was celebrating her 100th post and I entered to win her drawing. And I won. Whoot! Whoot! I've never won anything before, so you can imagine my excitement.

She sent not one, but three mesh produce bags. Aren't they awesome? I love them. They are reusable so I can help out our planet. I love being green! I can assure you that these lovelies will not be gathering dust on my shelf.

You can get yours here www.inthemeshbags.com

Christmas is just around the corner and these would make wonderful neighbor gifts or stocking stuffers.

Thanks Jenn for spreading the wealth.

Silly Haiku Wednesday

2009-09-16T11:43:00.002-06:00

It's all about chaos for this week's theme.

Hey, driver in front.
Kindly use your turn signal.
So we don't collide!

absorbent origamis

2009-09-15T23:56:00.010-06:00

Our cabin steward worked his magic every evening after we left our room.

Of course, this little bunny met his demise ten minutes later when I had to shower.

I wish the steward would have spent more time cleaning than making towel origamis. The day we arrived, I noticed little bits of "stuff" all over one area of the carpet. It was still there on the last day.

While we were waiting to disembark, I overhead a lady tell her friend that she had lined up all of her towel animals on the sofa in her cabin. Now that had to have taken up every inch of spare space in her room. Because, if you've ever been on a cruise ship, you know how small the cabins are. She went on to say that the towel folding demonstration was the highlight of her trip.

Um, yeah, okay lady. Somebody must have had a boring cruise.

Packing light fail

2009-09-13T00:04:00.024-06:00

We took two pieces of luggage with us to Alaska. And those babies were heavy. Like 50lbs worth. I know, because I weighed them. I took so much stuff. Too much in fact.

When we arrived at the check in counter, the Delta representative informed me that my bag was 3 lbs over the 50 lb weight limit.

She gave me two options to remedy my problem. I could a) pay $50 for an overweight charge or b) I could unzip my luggage right there on top of the ticket counter and try to figure what items, if removed, would bring the weight to what it needed to be. So that's what I did.

One particular gentlemen, who was next in line, was getting a little impatient. I mean alot impatient. His huffing and puffing was audible and I noticed that he was rolling his eyes. I immediately started apologizing and explained that I was only doing what I had been told to do by the Delta rep. And that meant unzipping my fat suitcase right there on the counter.

And it took under a minute to make the switch. So take that you mean huffy businessman.

Keeping in mind that whatever I removed would have to be carried in my backpack. (that already was straining my neck and shoulders) My first reaction was to take all of my undies and put them in the backpack. Seriously. But I was using the backpack in lieu of a purse and it contained my ipod, books, wallet, lipstick, Kleenex etc. I realized that if I did that, I would then have to worry about wrestling with undies while trying to find chapstick at the bottom of the backpack. Not a good idea folks. I was also aware that I had an "audience" and Mr. Impatient would more than likely be able to sneek a peek at my unmentionables while I was making the switcheroo, and I didn't want to give him that pleasure. So I quickly scratched that idea.

And just so you know, a pair of Nike tennis shoes and two books weigh 3 lbs.

On this trip I packed ALOT of things that didn't get much play. In retrospect I could have just packed two pairs of jeans and 4 shirts for the entire trip. I just kept wearing things again and again. I did make it a point to wear different shirts in different cities. Of course not until they passed the smelling of the armpits test.

So basically what I am saying is.....the only item that I changed daily was my undies. See, I'm not totally gross! Just semi gross! Oh, and I didn't have a ton to launder when I got home either. Happy! Happy!

So the moral of the story is "Be not so dumb my traveling friends. Travel light." My next trip I am gonna go light and fit everything in a carry on bag. It's a worthy goal but I may have a small problem. I have to take my own pillow with me when I travel. It's ludicrous I know, but the thought of having to sleep on a pillow after strangers would put me over the edge. Really folks I have smelled some "funky" pillows at hotels. So leaving it home isn't an option and it takes up quite alot of space. But I'm still gonna try!

I'll post pictures soon. Alaska is beautiul and was amazing.

Silly Haiku Wednesday

2009-09-02T17:08:00.006-06:00

We are headed out for a little R&R.

I'll be back next week. Bon Voyage.

I wish you'd join us each week for silly haiku. The more the merrier.
This week's haiku is freestyle.

Alaska is cold.
I'll be bundled up all week.
I hope I survive.

I'll take mine with a little eyeshadow on the side

2009-09-01T11:03:00.039-06:00

On Saturdays, hubby hits the ground running. He's been like this for as long as I can remember. It's just the way it is. It's all that nervous energy, I think.

Early in our marriage this didn't set too well with me. The reason? He thought that I should get up early too. All because he wanted to "take on the day" and go do something fun. RIGHT NOW! Times a wastin!

I finally had to say, "Dear hubby, I love you so much and I don't want you to think you married a lazy bum, but for the love of "you know who", please do not disturb me until eight am. Or I'm gonna be a grouch with you." All day long.

Since then, he has obliged. Thank you, dear hubby.

Most Saturdays I would quickly brush my teeth, throw on a baseball cap, my sweats and away we'd go. Makeup? Who had time for makeup when you had a husband chomping at the bit to get the day going? So I kinda looked a like a slouch.... Every Saturday!

I didn't think hubby gave my less than stellar appearance much thought. That is until one Saturday he said, "I'll wait for you while you put on your makeup."

What? You don't like my au natural look? Freckles and all?

According to hubby, I looked "better with makeup"... "I mean more refreshed", he said. "Like I let you sleep in until 8:00 am refreshed". He went on to say that I looked completely different without makeup. Like a whole different person.

Wow. That bad, huh?

I know he didn't mean to hurt my feelings. But he did. And ever since, I've had this thing about makeup. Meaning, I try never to leave the house without it on. Even if it's just a little.

Lately, I've become weary of putting on makeup. Trying to make my lashes longer and fuller than they will ever be, has become such a bore. Really. It would be nice if we would all go without makeup. Imagine all the time that it would free up. Think of the money we would save. We'd all look the same. Sort of.

Then I'd be able to sleep in until 8:10am on Saturdays. That right there is enough to make me want to give it a go. So starting tomorrow I am boycotting my makeup drawer. Feel free to join me.

My only concern is that you, my friends, won't recognize me. Because Lord knows I'LL LOOK LIKE A WHOLE DIFFERENT PERSON WITHOUT IT! ;)

No gifts, please.

2009-08-28T11:48:00.004-06:00

I went to bed without taking off my make-up. Again.

I read once that for every time you don't wash your make-up off at night, you age five days. I've been lazy and have committed this crime quite frequently this summer.

So people, that technically means that today could be my birthday.

Silly Haiku Wednesday

2009-08-26T13:08:00.006-06:00

Happy Wednesday to you all.

Hope you enjoy my haiku about appreciation.

All my blogging friends-
Sharing snippets of their lives...
Brings delight to me!

Seriously, really, truly, honestly....I adore reading your blogs.

You all seem to have such wonderfully fulfilled and exciting lives. You get to go on exciting trips and do fun things. Like get engaged and play with your kids. It makes my life seem pretty pitiful and boring. (don't cry for me Argentina!!!)

It makes me want to be you.

Just for a day though.

ZZZZZZZZZZ

2009-08-20T12:54:00.008-06:00

I have houseguests staying with me this week. They are attending a conference nearby and are gone during the day. Which is good, because I haven't recuperated from my trip to DC and I don't think I have enough energy to entertain them.

I is tired!

But let's get back to my guests. They are the model of what how house guests should be. They are lovely, considerate, quiet as church mice and very tidy.

I must share that being a hostess doesn't come naturally to me. I stress about the little things."Does the food taste okay? Do the sheets smell nice? Are the pillows fluffy enough?"

I've worked extremely hard to be gracious and make them feel at home. But you know how it is when someone else is in your space? There's stuff. Lying all about. Stuff like shoes, backpacks, empty water bottles, etc.

Normally, I'm the kind of person who puts everything back once I'm done with it and I find it nearly impossible to go to sleep until things are put away and "just so". It's unrealistic and anal, I know, and I have been working this past year on easing up on this sort of behavior.

So you can imagine how my week has gone. Thus far, I have been able to keep my obsessivness at bay. Up until last night.

We had stayed up late talking. So by the time my guests retired I was exhausted. I got straight in my jammies and hit the sack. As I was about to turn out the lights I started thinking about all the things that were out of place. There really wasn't much. But I couldn't quit thinking about it.

I laid there and had a debate with myself about how STUPID it would be to get up to "fluff up" the sofa pillows and put a few glasses in the dishwasher. "What if one of my guest came up for a drink and caught me tidying up in my pajamas?" That would be embarassing. I mean, who does that sort of thing at 1:00 am?"

Me.

Needless to say, I think I went a little overboard.....My guest bathroom toilet is squeaky clean and my coffee table is sporting a nice sheen!

Did I mention that I am tired? ;)

Silly Haiku Wednesday

2009-08-19T09:10:00.004-06:00

Happy Haiku Wednesday to everyone.

The theme this week is Seperation.
Whick makes me think of my boys and how they live too far from their Mama. sigh.

When we are apart.
Do we wish on the same star?
I hope so my love.

P.U.

2009-08-17T23:30:00.009-06:00

I just returned from visiting our son in Washington DC. We had a fabulous time. So many museums, so little time.

My goal was to return with the Declaration of Independence memorized by heart. Just to impress you all. No such luck though.

Nonetheless, I return to you a more patriotic gal.

Our hotel was conveniently located next to the subway. We used it to get around the town. It was pretty nifty.

Although, I am thankful that I don't have to ride it everyday. Especially in the thick of summer. The only way that I can describe the subway is that it was hotter than the "devils breath" down there. It was suffocating, stifling and just plain hot.

And it wasn't too fresh above ground either. The first two days of our visit were the hottest days DC has seen all summer. Lucky us! It was 95 degrees + 100% humidity and ZERO breeze.

Combine that with garbage, general stankness and the vehicular and human exhaust of DC and you can imagine I was one "fine lookin lady" during my visit. I was sporting super sexy soggy pits, some beady upper lip and boobsweat like no other.

Can we talk about butt sweat? Please friends, tell me that I'm not the only one that has ever had to deal with this. PLEASE, I beg of you, tell me it ain't so!!!!!

Luckily, mid-trip I discovered baby powder. And just like that, baby powder was my new best friend. It saved the day. Because moistness=crankiness.

So there you have it my friends. A little about the vacay.

I learned a lot of cool stuff about our forefathers and the sacrifices they made for us. But mostly I learned that I am thankful for my car, dry Utah summers and my love, L.O.V.E. of baby powder.

Please pass the estrogen.

2009-08-06T00:37:00.004-06:00

I'm heading out bright and early tomorrow to go on a girls weekend with my mom and three sisters. On Friday we will be joined by my three sister in laws.

My plan is to chill and stay in my jammies or sweats all day. I wonder if I can talk the others into it. I doubt it because a of few of them get dolled up EVERY day of the year. It's a sickness, I know. I'm just glad I don't have it. I can slum anyday of the year. Just name the day. I look for reasons to be a schlepp.

I even tried to talk my little sis into joining me in leaving the makeup at home. Don't think that one is gonna happen. Oh the vanity!

We are staying at my brother's cabin in Midway. I don't know why they call it a cabin. It's bigger and fancier than most people's homes. Go figure. We're lucky to have such a nice brother to let us stay in such a beautiful setting.

I just hope we don't break any fancy lamps or piece of art while playing a spirited board game. That and eating treats is about as rambunctious as it gets. Whoo hoo!

Some of us or should I say all of us have strong personalities and opinions. I've made myself a promise to try not to ruffle any feathers and be on my best behavior. AT ALL TIMES. I promise, Mom.

Silly Haiku Wednesday

2009-08-05T12:31:00.005-06:00

The theme for this week's silly haiku Wednesday is favorite scents.

A puppy dog's breath.
The smell of freshly mowed grass.
A wonder indeed!

It was difficult to narrow it down to just a few. I truly love the smell of so many things.

My Mother teases me about my keen sense of smell.

When we were young, she would hide a stash of chocolate bars so that she could enjoy a treat after all of us were tucked in bed. She claims that I would frequently find her stash. What can I say? I was just following my nose. Or perhaps I was just a little snoop?

Either way, I do have a keen sense of smell. And depending on the situation, it's not always a good thing.

I'm still able to smell chocolate from a mile away. So unless you intend on sharing that piece of chocolate in your purse, it's better to keep it at home my friends.

You give good blood.

2009-07-30T10:57:00.014-06:00

Last week I spent several evenings out on the patio trying to relax and read. It was most enjoyable. Except for one small thing.

The mosquitos. Apparently they wanted in on the action. Every evening I would "score" at least two new bites.

And the one thing you must know, when it comes to itching, I have NO self control.

One night I woke up scratching. The next day they itched so bad, I took a hairbrush to them. I know, WHO does that sort of thing? I tell you this only because I want you to know how crazy they make me.

So all weekend I tried not to scratch those babies. Thankfully, all my hard work and self control paid off. Come Monday, all was good. Those suckers were starting to go away.

Unfortunately, this morning, I woke up with TWO new mosquito bites on my thigh. Ugh. They are driving me crazy right now. They both feel like they have two bites, but......do mosquitos have fangs like that? Is it possible that I was bitten that many times by one mosquito? Or was I attacked by a whole GANG of mosquitoes in my own bed?

Anyway, I've learned my lesson. I definitely won't be going outside before applying bug repellent.

But, my dilemma is.... What am I gonna do about being bitten in the middle of the night. IN MY OWN BED? Do you suppose hubby would kick me out if I applied repellent right before climbing into bed with him? ;)

Why my book club is better than your bookclub

2009-07-29T13:16:00.006-06:00

Tonight our hostess has informed us not to dress fancy because we are going to have a marshmellow roasting contest around the fire pit her backyard. Sweet!

If we don't read the book, we still come. We're not all caught up in the old fashioned idea that we have to read the book. Don't get me wrong; we all ready plenty of books, just not the same one at the same time, that way we can pass around one copy. Saving and being fiscally responsible.

So, "game on" bookclub buddies. May the best bookworm win!

Silly Haiku Wednesday

2009-07-22T08:49:00.002-06:00

I want to give a birthday shoutout to my blog buddy Jenn. I hope your day is full of love and surprises.

This week's theme is Birthday Woe/Joys.

You are here again.
The only question I have,
Years, what's the hurray?

Load up the movin truck babe.

2009-07-21T23:13:00.006-06:00

When my boys were younger, they weren't particularly fond of road trips.

So hubby and I are making up for lost time and have gone all "road trip happy". We've taken two already this month.

One thing I've noticed, is that we are in the habit of falling in love with every place we visit. "Couldn't you see us living here?' we ask each other.

We're dreamers that way.

I'm thinking we could build a little cabin here and gaze at the Teton Mountains all day.

Although, I'm having a difficult time convincing hubby on this one.

He doesn't want to be eaten by bears while taking out the trash.

The big sissy!

P.S. If you happen to be reading this dear hubby, I kidd about the sissy stuff. I want you to know how big, strong and brave I think you are. In fact, I'm convinced that you could wrestle a bear with one hand tied behind your back ;)

Happy Monday!

2009-07-20T13:09:00.000-06:00

Can you die of mortification?

2009-07-16T10:50:00.004-06:00

A few years ago we attended a family reunion. One of the activities was a day hike up to Timpanogos Cave.

It was going to be a hot day, so I came prepared with lots of water. I knew there were restroom facilities towards the top of the trail, so, no worries, I drank away.

The thing that I hadn't anticipated, was the crappy (literally) condition of the restrooms. I was be able to smell the facilities long before I could actually see them.

It was so offensive that I knew there would be no potty break for me. I COULDN'T go in. No amount of coaxing from hubby was going to change my mind. What's a girl to do? Apparently just buck up and suffer until she gets herself down the mountain. That's what.

By the time we finished touring the cave, I had to pee so badly that my bladder felt as if it would explode. Oh lordy was it PAINFUL.

I left hubby in the dust and hi tailed it down the trail with my baby sister. I was going to run if I had to. We were passing people left and right.

I soon realized that going down was alot harder than going up. Who knew? The jarring was unbelievable! My poor knees. But mostly, my poor bladder. With every step, I felt a little leak. It felt worse than jumping on a trampoline.

Little sister laughed at me. Which in turn made me laugh and things only got worse. "Oh little sister I said, mark my word, your day will come. Just give it a few years." One day you will innocently cough or sneeze and you'll go, "Oh what just happened there?" Then you will feel so guilty for laughing at me.

By the time we made it to the bottom, I felt as if I had full on wet myself. I made a bee line to the car, put my wet undies in a plastic bag and had to go "commando" the rest of the day.

Man, I'm really looking forward to my eighties. sigh

Silly Haiku Wednesday

2009-07-15T12:26:00.006-06:00

Hey all you closet poets. Join me in the fun. The theme this week is summer time.

Cool nights on the porch
The bug repellent is on
Long talks with good friends.

Abbreviated Miscillany

2009-07-15T10:56:00.006-06:00

1. I have been wearing alot of skirts and sundresses. Almost every day. My friends always ask where I'm going all dressed up. But mostly I'm wearing them because I'm loving the ventilation they provide. Nothing like a gust of wind going up your dress to cool you off. So, I've officially dedicated this summer as "The summer of the dress." The only downside is that I have to shave my legs every day.

2. Caught hubby on the computer looking at puppies for sale. I'm getting a little worried because he has been talking about getting a new puppy way too much lately.

3. Discovered via magazine article that olive oil is a good makeup remover.

4. Hubby planned a cruise to Alaska for later this summer. I was totally surprised, because we already have a trip planned for next month. Normally he thinks about these sort of things a really long time before he actually does them. Two trips in one summer? I am beside myself. So, happy day! Spontaneity is alive and well at our house. This will be the first cruise that I've been on that has not required dieting the whole month before going. Because Alaska is cold. And that means layers and layers of clothing. Kudos to you hubby for picking the perfect destination for a wife who has been eating chocolate every day.

5. My Mom is having surgery this Friday. After which, hopefully, she will be able to breathe better. Good luck Mom. xoxoxo

6. We're off to the Shakespearean festival this weekend. Gotta love those plays that William wrote.

7. Lastly, I am at a point in my life where I could use a little more zen. I'm getting too old to carry around so much piss and vinegar.

Silly Haiku Wednesday

2009-07-08T12:30:00.006-06:00

I really bombed at last week's Haiku. I think I did it right this time.

Now my brain hurts from thinking too hard. I need a diet coke.

Me and Kelsey are addicted, you know.

This week's theme is your favorite gadget.

Thank you Neti Pot
You keep allergies at bay
So I can now breathe!

Call me crazy, but I don't get it.

2009-07-01T15:16:00.006-06:00

Dan Brown's much anticipated book "The Lost Symbol" is scheduled for release this September. The local news reported that our town library has pre-ordered fifty copies.

As of this morning there have been two hundred people who have placed a hold for the book.

I can't imagine wanting to add your name to the list knowing that there are that many people ahead of you.

My advice to those people... BUY THE BOOK. Come on, splurge!

Because by the time your turn comes around, they will have already made a movie out of it.

Just sayin!

Things I'd like to outsource

2009-06-30T12:44:00.009-06:00

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?

A phone call from your Mom is time well spent.

2009-06-24T11:51:00.032-06:00

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.

Some things will never change.

2009-06-22T22:40:00.018-06:00

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.

Who knew they made brown tomatoes?

2009-06-18T14:11:00.021-06:00

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 ;)

You leave me smiling

2009-06-17T14:51:00.007-06:00

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.

My lastest obsession

2009-06-15T13:30:00.039-06:00

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.

Rain. My little helper.

2009-06-11T20:15:00.028-06:00

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.

One isn't such a lonely number

2009-06-09T22:27:00.011-06:00

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?

Sam I am

2009-06-02T11:20:00.008-06:00

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

Faces only a mother could remember

2009-06-01T11:33:00.007-06:00

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.

Amen to that.

2009-05-27T10:50:00.014-06:00

A couple of articles in today's paper caught my eye.

The first, written by a pastor, said that turning to god can help you lose weight. Hmmm. Hasn't worked for me. I guess I'm just not faithful enough. (I kidd)

The second article reports that killer bees have been found in Cedar City.

I think I need to switch gears and start praying for those bees.

That they won't make it to Utah County.

Because a sting from a killer bee sounds alot scarier than a little chaffing of the innerthigh.

Mr. T

2009-05-19T13:10:00.019-06:00

I had the opportunity to hang out a little with this guy last week.

He took me out for my first taste of sushi. He loves it and eats it at least once a week. I find this interesting because when he was younger, I was convinced that he was the pickiest eater on earth. Just the sight of a piece of lettuce on his plate was enough to put him over the edge. Onions? Forget about it!

I had the best time with him. He's an awesome son and I am proud of him. He works hard at everything he does. He's the kind of guy you want on your team because he will always have your back. He's going back to DC tomorrow. Gotta get smarter at school. He's good at that!

I miss him already.

cleaning on the sabbath

2009-05-18T10:11:00.006-06:00

Last night I could tell that a migraine was coming on. I started to see little auras of light and my vision started to get blurry in one eye.

Then I started to feel nauseated.

I was so convinced that I was going to "lose it" that I had to go scrub the toilet to get it ready.

Do any of you do that? Prepare the toilet, I mean. I HATE having my face so close to a dirty bowl. It's enough to make you......

sick.

But it was all for naught. The toilet didn't need to be used.

But hubby's all "Hey, whatever it takes to get a clean toilet around here."

Just throw a cami under it!

2009-05-16T22:16:00.004-06:00

Today I went to the mall to buy a shirt. Something girly and springy. Something dressier than the solid knit shirts that serve as my usual summer uniform.

I looked and looked and I finally reached a breaking point on an issue that has bugged me for some time.

The camisole.

Everything requires a shade or long cami by design. All the shirts I tried on were low-cut or completely sheer. I say it's a vast layering conspiracy!

But here's the deal: I don't want to wear a cami/shade under my shirt. I don't want to wear TWO shirts. I want to wear one. The reason being:

1. I'm lazy. A shade is one more thing to launder, store and generally deal with. Let's keep it simple.

2. I live in Utah. It's hot. I'm tired of feeling sweaty under layers of clothing.

3. I'm a middle-aged woman. I'm not overweight, but still, I have a general layer of padding aroung my mid-section, and it is a cause of consternation. The last thing I want to do is add two milimeters to the thickness of my abdomen.

Perhaps they say that the cami is a "stylish accessory" which provides "fashionable layering options".

I don't believe it.

I think they want to just sell us two shirts.

Hand me a kleenex

2009-04-30T15:37:00.015-06:00

Members of my immediate family have suffered with seasonal allergies/hayfever for many years. I was never sympathetic towards their suffering. In fact, I was rather annoyed by all their sniffling and sneezing.

Henceforth, I will be sympathetic. I promise.

This tree gunk and pollen is coating my lungs and sinuses! It is making me miserable. My eyes are itchy. And my good ol' nose. Stuffy one minute, runny the next. It's being good to me that way.

So I am off to use my neti pot. Which, I think, is one of the best inventions ever! Seriously. Don't knock it until you try it.

Also.... I could use some sympathy.

Please?

Hey, look at me!

2009-04-22T08:51:00.015-06:00

Sometimes I get the feeling that my husband doesn't look at me.

At work last week, I had I took one of my hoop earrings off in the morning to talk on the phone. I forgot to put it back in and apparently walked around with the pirate look going on all day and NO ONE SAID A THING.

Last evening we went to an awards dinner for his work. He had invited one of his customers and his wife (whom I had never met) to attend with us. All evening I was chatting, laughing, being friendly and trying to make a good impression.

When I got ready to brush my teeth before bed, I noticed that I had the biggest piece of food in between my front teeth. RIGHT THERE. Hello? How could he not NOTICE !!! Ugghhhhh.

So much for good impressions.

Care to join?

2009-04-21T09:04:00.017-06:00

I stockpile books. LOTS of them. I have shelves of books that I haven't gotten around to reading. I blame it on Costco because their books are so inexpensive. I really need to start reading them.

I also need to start attending bookclub again. I think bookclubs are the key to making smart, funny and fabulous friends.

But reading all of the afore mentioned books could seriously take my focus off "Amazing Race, "House Hunters" and other tv shows that need my undivided attention.

So maybe I should start a TV club where I could make so-so smart, funny, fabulous friends.

You're so vain

2009-04-20T08:33:00.004-06:00

I wonder if I could get a doctor's prescription for a tan?

I couldn't possibly be that shallow, could I? I couldn't possibly,with the economy the way it is, be concerned looking tan, could I?

I wouldn't bet against it.

I miss having a tan.

Remember being tan, all brown and healthy-looking? Remember believing that getting a tan made you look healthy? Laying in the backyard with a bottle of baby oil for your skin and lemon for your hair...

The Power of Words

2009-04-17T10:39:00.006-06:00

Today I have been thinking about the power of words.

I love the Sanskrit language because those who formed the language did so with the intention that every sound should be sacred. They believed that sound was the quickest way to the divine.

It saddens me when we use harsh words towards each other and accuse each other falsely. I am reminded of this well-known passage that is wisdom for us all:
"Not that which goeth into the mouth defileth a man, but that which cometh out of the mouth, this defileth the man.

So please, let us be kind to each other, and assume only the best of each other's hearts.

Have a good weekend.

Offers you can't refuse

2009-04-14T10:23:00.004-06:00

We took a long walk last evening. It proved to be more strenuous than I had anticipated. Not that we are out of shape or anything. It's those darn hills up where we live. Really.

We passed a house that had kid-scrawled chalk on the sidewalk that read "Free Hopscotch" and the squares stretched all the way up the walk.

I tried it. It was fun.

Warm up, please.

2009-04-11T16:26:00.002-06:00

I need it to be sandal/flipflop weather already. I haven't got any in-between shoes.

Yell no

2009-04-09T08:36:00.007-06:00

Something that really bugs me is yelling across the house to someone instead of just walking to wherever they are and speaking in a nice, even, low voice.

But I do it all the time and annoy MYSELF. Despite my repeated self-reminders to STOP YELLING ACROSS THE HOUSE, I have such a hard time stopping. I'll yell downstairs to hubby to tell him that dinner is ready, shake my head at myself in disgust, and promise myself to STOP. It's just a few extra steps and those extra steps would really make for a much calmer and quieter house. The next evening I'll remember not to yell and instead calmly go downstairs and tell him to come up for dinner. Such a sense of accomplishment! Such a calm! Until the next night when I yell again for him to come for dinner.

It's a vicious, vicious cycle.

21 is not enough.

2009-04-08T10:31:00.008-06:00

It hasn't always been sweet and light.

But it has been sweet.

Happy 21st Anniversary Babe.

Just call me the floss fairy

2009-04-07T08:17:00.001-06:00

I'm curious... Do ya'll floss?

I do--religiously--and I'm always equal parts horrified and fascinated at what comes out of my teeth AFTER brushing. Seriously...who knew you could cram THAT MUCH stuff in there?

This past weekend we went out with an assortment of friends for a belated birthday for hubster. Can I just tell you...I saw a disturbing amount of tartar on teeth of random strangers (and a few acquaintances, too). Get thee to a dentist and scrape that crap off before you get gum disease, people!

Good dental hygiene is the cornerstone of my existence. I feel like flying around and handing out dental floss to the whole world. And yes, I know that's a little weird.

Yea, I'll take dying in my sleep

2009-04-06T09:54:00.000-06:00

Occasionally our neighbors gather for Friday night dinner and a movie at the clubhouse. There is an older gentleman who attends; he's more than 90 and lives alone and is a bit lonely after his wife died several years ago. He's always in good spirits at these events and basks in the attention of children and adults alike.

At one such party, he started choking on a hunk of meat. Luckily for him, there were several doctors in attendance. One of them Heimliched the man and he was fine again, although those of us who witnessed all of this were shaken.

As the party drew to a close another neighbor said goodbye to him, giggled and noted "Glad you are OK! That would have been an awful way to go, after you have lived this long."

Oh yes, she did.

Basking at the feet of Prophets

2009-04-05T22:04:00.000-06:00

What I learned from General Conference this weekend:

I am nothing.
But I can do anything.
I need to pray with more purpose.
I need to talk about the gospel more.
I need to rededicate myself to my family.
I need to be more adaptable to change.
I need to attend the temple more. (and not rush)
I need to murmur less and be more grateful.
I need to use the atonement more.
I need to be more like Christ.

Second-born, but never second-best

2009-04-03T08:50:00.002-06:00

The second one is different and exactly the same.

The second one is harder and easier.

The second one is predictable and surprising.

The second one is more work and less work.

The second one is a thorn in the side of the the first one, and a partner in crime.

The second one is worth it.

Happy Birthday Mr. A. I love you.

10 commandments of dishwasher use

2009-04-02T09:18:00.000-06:00

1. I am the automatic dishwasher; thou shalt not have any other gods before me, and believe that a five-second spin under the faucet is my equal.

2. Thou shalt not take the name of the dishwasher in vain, and curse it for not unloading itself.

3. Remember the dishwasher and keep it holy; thou shalt not run it during the dinner hour.

4. Honor thy father and thy mother, and learn to place your dirty dishes in the dishwasher and not beside the couch.

5. Thou shalt not kill your meltable objects by placing them in the lower rack.

6. Thou shalt not cheat by running the dishwasher when it is not full.

7. Thou shalt not steal space through inefficient loading.

8. Thou shalt not bear false witness by claiming disposable items are meant to be washed and reused. And that includes drinking straws.

9. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's house, if it has two dishwashers instead of one.

10. Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife, who unloads the dishwasher in a timely manner.

This post may possibly have been inspired by the person in my house with whom I share a dishwasher. Maybe

She said I will be pretty in six to eight weeks

2009-04-01T15:44:00.000-06:00

Mid February I went to the dermatologist. No, nothing wrong, unless you can count my obsession with the teeny tiny lines around my eyes and over my top lip and the dark patches on my cheeks and my pores OH MY GOSH MY PORES!!!

The dermatologist wrote me out a couple of prescriptions and gave me advice about products and then whipped out a can of liquid nitrogen and froze spot off my hands and legs. Before she did it she explained that for the next week to ten days I will look like crap (scabbing, possible blistering) but then the skin will slough off and heal and NO MORE DARK SPOTS.

And I was so excited about the prospect of perfect skin that I said, " Hey, I'm here, you've got the blow torch out, let's do it!" And she did.

I pointed out the brown spots on my hands and legs to her. Four located on my hands and three on my right leg. Much to my dismay, she saw ALOT more than I. (like 33 more. Yes, I counted). It took over three weeks for these babies to heal.

Now I don't have brown spots all over. I have bright red!! Yea, me and my speckled legs look hott!

Good for another year

2009-03-31T13:42:00.000-06:00

Last week I hauled my bootie in for my annual GYN exam.

For me, going to the gynecologist rivals the joys in life I treasure such as root canal and unmedicated child birth. But I still trudge in year after year to do my womanly duties. And even in the face of everything that I handle on any given day, from juggling job and kids, to changing the world, I still get intimidated by a simple visit to the gynecologist.

Tell me that you didn't, at your last visit, follow the same pre-exam visit rituals that I engaged in. Buffing and shining every possible inch of your body that may be seen by the doctor. Okay maybe not buff and shine. We'll save that for the car. But, you know it's true.

The culmination of all of the waiting and worrying happened when I was told "to take everything off and tie the gown in the front...". Standing in the exam room, alone I began to undress. This is the part where I always hide my bra and underwear inside of my clothes. Whether it be tucked and folded up nicely underneath the pile of discarded clothes, or balled up. Why? Why do I do this? I am, for all intents and purposes, talking about a person who has been elbow deep in my hoo-ha. And yet I do this every stinkn' time. Why?

When all was said and done, the whole shabang took only a few minutes and it is now a distant memory until next year. I'm safe. I am all shiny and new. I can now pull my underwear out of my pant leg and go home. And while no one (including me) enjoys the spectulum, if your anything like me, you realize that it hurts alot less childbirth.

For my yoga friends.

2009-03-26T11:15:00.000-06:00

Hey Jenne and Dana. Some new poses for you to try :)

Downward Facing jowls: a morning asana

Worrier Pose: knit brow, tense jaw, shake head, beat chest, spit over shoulder--simultaneously.

Childish Pose: hands on hips, jutted lower-lip, eye-roll.

Oh-Joy Breathing: heavy sighs alternating with atonal "I'm irritated" humming.

Oy-Vey Breathing: Same as above, but shake head and tsk/cluck instead of hum.

Straw That Broke The Camel's Backend: curl up in fetal position and alternate laughing and crying hysterically.

Son Salutation: Turn on PBS kids, high five, and proceed directly to (see below)

Chattarunga: phone a friend

Mountain Pose: stand next to the laundry hamper.

Happy Mommy Pose: put the pillow over your head and go back to sleep.

Bridge Pose: invite a few blue-haired buddies over from the day center and gather around the card table.

Plank: Breastfeed three children. Ween. Look at your profile in the mirror.

Inversion: twist someones words (this is a good couples pose)

And finally a resting pose...shi=vanssana (aka QUIET. I'm in the BATHROOM)

The bed is crowded

2009-03-25T14:46:00.002-06:00

Besides hubby, I used to take a book to bed with me every night. For the past little while I have been taking my laptop.

I love using that time to check my e-mail, catch up on friends and families blogs, order new kitchen knobs on e-bay and check up on pop culture on TMZ and People.

I am having a hard time finding the motivation to go to bed on time. Last night I was online until 1:30 am. And that is not the first time.

So I am constantly in a sleep-deprived state which isn't fair to those around me.

Hubby is not very sympathetic to my whining about needing a nap every day at 2:00 pm.

Today he said that the bedroom is NOT my office and that he is officialy kicking my laptop out of bed. He was also kind enough to reminded me that the bedroom is only supposed to be used for two things. Sleep and that other thing.

"Bring it on." I say

Dinners at six. Wear something nice.

2009-03-17T11:49:00.001-06:00

I just want to share something with you all.

We have not eaten out at a restaurant since Friday, January 30th. That is a heck of a long time! At least for us.

Hubby has been out to lunch a handful of times, but for the most part, he has been getting his nourishment from moi. We have even been brown bagging it for lunch. I am really quite proud of myself.

Though, I am wondering how long this can last. I had a dream about Taco Time last night. Now I can't quit thinking about a soft meat burrito. And mexi fries.

It's okay to say No

2009-03-16T15:49:00.001-06:00

Neal Maxwell had a quote framed on his wall to help him overcome "people fatigue." It read:

"My life cannot implement in action the demands of all the people to whom my heart responds."

I really wouldn't.

2009-03-10T10:56:00.000-06:00

Yeah! The sun is showing it's face today. I am rooting for spring. By which I mean, if we have one more snowstorm, I'm going to walk in front of a bus.

ok, now it's official

2009-03-08T22:03:00.001-06:00

My honey had a birthday this weekend. Another year older. And more handsome.

They say that age is just a number. And I really believed that for a long time. But I just found out it's not true.

Age isn't a number. It's a thing. And that thing is Grape Nuts.

We've been eating Grape Nuts every morning now for about a month, mixed with vanilla yogurt, and maybe some blueberries for the antioxidants.

And I'm starting to freak out a little bit. Because I really like them.

I know the old annoying joke is to say, roughly every 3 years of our lives, "Now I'm really getting old." When we turned 22, it was, "that's it...no more birthdays to look forward to. I'm officially old."

Then 25 came, and we said, "ok, that's it. My twenties are halfway over, I'm officially old."

The Then 28 rolled up, and we thought, "Crap, only two more years before my life is over. Man I'm old.

Then the big 3-0 creeped up on us. (Which wasn't really that bad, in retrospect).

But it turns out we weren't actually getting old at all. We were just growing up a bit. And there were certain milestones along the way to remind us that we were growing up.

We can't eat the things we used to, without getting a little heartburn.

We started stuffing toilet paper in our ears at loud concerts to protect our hearing. That's probably a good thing.

Our knees began to ache after excercise. Well, that stinks, but oh well.

But then, out of nowhere... BAM!!

Grape Nuts.

If you need us, we'll be on our motorized carts at the mall.

Glad that's off my chest.

2009-03-06T13:36:00.000-07:00

I am trying to be more positive today. Being that it's Friday you would think that I would be in a good mood. I am not.

Some things that are bothering me lately.

Under (barbed) wire bras.
Getting gray hair and pimples at the same time. It's just wrong.
Not getting to eat sugar. It sounds like a small thing, but somehow it's not.
Insomnia.
Drama.
Political doom and gloom.
Cold weather.
Cold tiles on winter mornings.
False modesty.

Just to name a few.