Monday, December 22, 2008
About 2 hours into the trip the ear doctor said, "wow, we're really a family aren't we?"
I glanced back into the small back seat and saw our little dog passed out on in utter doggie joy...curly rawhide stuck under one paw and looked at my husband. We were making our first trip over the river and through the woods to get to my grandma's house and I replied, "yes, yes we are."
So now we're here.
Sleeping in the same bed where I dreamt of sugarplum fairies and awaited the jingle of Santa's bells. I ate about a half a dozen cookies because at grandma's they have no calories. And the packages are carefully tucked under the Christmas tree.
Have a great Christmas.
I hope you get whatever was on your list...
Friday, December 19, 2008
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Love those black socks....
Monday, December 15, 2008
First of all, what a dumb name. Snuggie? Clearly, they aren't marketing this product to anyone with any testosterone.
Second, I already made this product. I made a blanket with sleeves about 3 years ago for my brother-in-law for Christmas. It was made out of camo printed fleece and has two sleeves I cut off a Wal-mart sweatshirt. To think I could have been a millionaire if only I'd marketed the thing.
I can't tell you how much doing this has impacted me.
It made me stop and think about those who don't have what I've always taken for granted. A lot of people don't have the amazing familial support system that I've been so lucky to have. Without parents who taught me the value of education I would probably not have the job that I do that so fully supports our family.
I whole heartedly suggest doing this to anyone who can. Make it a year long goal. Budget in a bit extra money each month to help someone else during the Christmas season.
It's made all the difference for me.
Thursday, December 11, 2008
So, we went to the bishop (like a pastor or minister) of our congregation. We asked him if he knew of anyone who might like extra help this Christmas season. He referred us to the leader of our women's aide organization who usually handles this type of service.
When the ear doctor asked this kind woman (who gives more than she ever takes) if there was someone we could help she stared blankly back at him. She was a bit shocked and confused.
He explained that we'd set aside some money to anonymously help someone else in our congregation. Still a bit bewildered she replied back to him, "Well, right now everyone has a job so I don't think there's a real need."
We were both a bit dumbfounded and shocked.
Never in my life have I wanted to help someone and not had a clue who needed my help. I'm at a total loss for what to do. Should we just go to the store and use that money to buy a bunch of kid's gifts and give them to the salvation army? Or buy a bunch of food and give it to a local shelter? Thoughts?
Plus, I didn't set one foot into the mall and I got quite a few handmade gifts.
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
So here I am at work and this little cold has taught me something about myself. Something my mother would be horrified to learn.
Turns out that I only cover my mouth when I cough if someone else is looking. If not, I just let those little germies fly. Gross, right?
Lesson to co-workers: Bring Purell to work.
Monday, December 08, 2008
I remember being so PISSED at her for taking away TV watching privileges, but also thanking my lucky stars that at least I still had TGIF. I mean, really, what 10 year old girl could have missed step by step in 1991 and still hold her head up at elementary school the next Monday?
Along a similar vein, the ear doctor have recently decided to take up a new challenge. Lately we've felt that we need to dedicate some specific time for family. As a result, we've decided that we aren't going to watch any TV at all 2 days a week. On Sunday and Monday our usually burning hot TV will get a little rest. We won't be watching Amazing Race or Heros at their regularly scheduled times (thanks DVR), so don't come up to us and spoil the endings, alright?
Last night was our trial run. After making dinner with some friends we came back home at 8:30 and sat around looking at each other. For a minute we weren't real sure how to fill our time for the next 2 hours.
But, don't you worry, we thought of a few things to do:
Thank goodness we got a dog...
Sunday, December 07, 2008
Saturday, December 06, 2008
1. Nantaka Joy "I Love" Journal $12 2. Awesome gift labels from Stuck labels $6.25/sheet 3. Paper suitcase and stationary $38 4. Armelle Jewelry $50 5. Rad motivational prints $12
Friday, December 05, 2008
Thursday, December 04, 2008
Wednesday, December 03, 2008
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Monday, December 01, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Saturday, November 29, 2008
1. Holga starter kit $70 2. Gocco Printing Kit (hard to find this year) $185 (more on ebay) 3. Gingher shears $40 4. Prismacolor markers $20 /12
Friday, November 28, 2008
Monday, November 24, 2008
Thursday, November 20, 2008
Before I met him I never really realized how important hearing is. When asked, "would you rather loose your sight or your hearing?" I'd always immediately say I'd chuck the hearing for a chance to see. It used to be an easy choice. Now...not so much. He has taught me critical role that hearing plays in brain development and interpersonal relationships. And I am so proud that he has chosen to be a member of such a compassionate and serving community.
As a result, I was deeply moved this morning by the story shared today over at Rocks in my Dryer. Every Thursday she has a post written by someone who has experienced something unique in life. They describe what it's like to walk their path and share things that they've learned. I love it.
And I could not be prouder of my husband and his ability and desire to help people improve their hearing.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
What's that, mom? You want to see more pictures of my cubical? Really? You don't think that'd be so boring that you'd want to blow your brains out after seeing them?
Ok, since you asked:
Please disregard the creepy diet coke graveyard. I really tried not to drink soda, but it didn't last long...
Moving to the left:
Anyone who can tell me what the book on top of the bookshelf with the red title is gets 10 bonus points.
Rotating again to the left:
(This corner is behind me all day).
The only corner you didn't get to see just has a crappy old filing cabinet, which isn't really mine anyway. (That's Herb's domain)
So there you have it. My home away from home.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Just kidding. This little cutie is the brand spankin new little son of some of our best friends here in Colorado. We went to go meet him on Saturday night after freezin our little bums off at the BYU/airforce football game down in Colorado springs (hence the monochromatic outfits). Oh, and don't you just love the sunburns we're both sporting? Gotta love that intense Colorado sun...
But I almost tricked you, didn't I?
Friday, November 14, 2008
For example, before we decided how bundled up to get for our morning walk the ear doctor peered through the blinds that prevent the creepy neighbor from being able to watch us slumber. He turned to me and said, "you gotta look at this"
Immediately the story from the Nielson kid's first morning of snow popped into my mind and I excitedly asked, "Did it snow?"
Before he had a chance to answer I was next to his side, peering trough the cheap, embarrassingly dirty blinds. (give me a break...like I'm really going to take the time to clean the blinds....)
The first thought in my mind did not consist of sugar plum fairies or snowball fights as in days of yore. Instead, they focused on one, adorable, stubborn, little thing.
It would be his first snow. I flew around the house in a tornado of excitement. Much to my chagrin, I noticed that battery on our camera was dead! HOW COULD I HAVE LET THE BATTERY RUN OUT!!!!!!! THIS IS A MOMENTOUS DAY THAT WILL NEVER COME AGAIN!!! I MUST DOCUMENT IT!!! (the ear doctor is rolling his eyes and cringing in pain as he reads this)
Oh well, my crappy phone camera would have to do. There was no way I wasn't going to capture on of our little guy's firsts. I threw whatever warm clothes were on top of the pile at the back of my closet and practically pushed the ear doctor outside with the dog. I instructed him to let me go ahead so that when we got to the snow I'd be able to capture the dog's very first moment with snow. Crouched on the ground, my pants getting soaked I waited to click.
If this is how freakishly excited I get over my DOG's firsts in life can you imagine what it'll be like for a kid....
Turns out that without flash, in the dark of a pre-dawn morning a cell phone does not do a great job of capturing a moment. The only halfway decent record of this mornings activity is of my dog peeing. I'm sure that's really at the top of your I-MUST-SEE list for the day.
No need to thank me.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Ever since I was little I've been enthralled by the countless stories of Eureka as told by my grandpa. First and foremost, it was a mining town. My mental picture of that town in the 1930s is eerily similar to the town where Adam Pontipee meets Milly in 7 brides for 7 brothers....small, rough, and filled with men. This is probably not accurate, but that's what I've had ingrained in my mind. Thanks a lot, unnatural love for musical theater.
My great grandma was the cook for the mining camp. Talk about a tough job. Cooking up food for all the miners who probably weren't the most genteel of diners. I don't remember ever meeting my great grandma, but the one thing I know about her is this: She could take hot pans out of the oven without any mitts! And not get burned!
A genetic trait I wish I had.
Last night as I watched the opening episode of my beloved Top Chef I gently cradled my burned hands in my lap. As I excitedly noticed that not one but TWO of the contestants are from my hood I cried out in joy and pain. As I thought that since I'd probably eaten something that a contestant on my favorite show had made that pretty much means that I am PERSONALLY experiencing TOP CHEF I glanced down and saw the all too familiar shiny marks that indicate seared flesh.
And then I realized that I really shouldn't have grabbed the red hot handles of my big shiny stock pot earlier that night. It seems that every time I put a pan that is traditionally used on a stove top into the oven to broil or braise I almost always end up trying to pull it out with my tender, fleshy bare hand. I never learn that a handle that's been in a 300 degree oven for an hour will probably be approximately to temperature of the sun. And it will surely not bless, but burn my beautiful hide.
And that is not what a top chef would do. Or my great grandma.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
I knew the look I was going for (simple, rustic...to match our venue), but had to actaully set up a practice table to get a really good feel for the scale and look of everything. The end result ended up looking a lot like the practice version:
Friday, November 07, 2008
But my budget is SOOOOO small. Any thoughts?
Thursday, November 06, 2008
I'm talking about the rude anonymous comments that people feel free to make on blogs. Take today, this post from a woman who is painfully experiencing infertility. Someone felt the need to go to the effort to write a comment telling her to (basically) stop complaining and move on. Not only that, but the commenter came back a few hours later and wrote ANOTHER mean comment. Give me a break.
This kind of stuff just blows my mind.
Why bother? Why waste time writing about something if you're just going to be hurtful? You'd never say that stuff in person.
I just don't get it.
Wednesday, November 05, 2008
It's not like I'm trying to short change Thanksgiving in any way. How could a food person such as myself try to rush past the one American holiday squarely centered on the celebration of the harvest and the creative mouthwatering things we can do with it? I can't.
I just love Christmas music too much to only give it 3 weeks attention.
So, when you do feel it's OK to start celebrating the season?
Probably not until after Thanksgiving...you're all probably more sane than I am.