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One night while tucking Abby into bed she sweetly chimed, "good night! Sleep tight! Don't let the bed bites bug you!" I like her thinking. Sometimes life bites. The trick is to not let it bug you.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

It's gonna be a white Christmas!
We've gotten a dumping of snow these past couple of days, the likes of which we have not received in a few years. The storm hasn't been bad; we've just had consistent, light snowfall that has culminated in an accumulation of at least a foot so far at our house. Yiha!
So, I have neglected to announce the winner of the "what is this picture" contest. After weak guesses made by Valerie and Mom (just kidding! They were very kind and humored me), Lesley came through with the correct answer! The mural pictured was in the now demolished Plaza Pasadena, just outside the May Co. I found the picture on this interesting blog, posted by some has-been shopping mall developer who likes to reminisce about old malls.
Congratulations, Lesley! What kind of cookies would you like?

Sunday, December 03, 2006

I usually don't post twice in one day, but I just came up with an east-meets-west kitchen creation that I am rather proud of:

California Roll (sans rice) Pasta Salad

4 c cooked, chilled penne pasta
1/2 c mayonnaise
1/2 c wasabe mayonnaise
1 tsp lemon juice
1 Tbsp rice vinegar
2 chopped green onions
1 grated carrot
1/4 c seeded, chopped cucumber
1/2 avocado, chopped
3-4oz chunk white albacore tuna
salt to taste

Mix liquidy ingredients, mix with pasta. Add other stuff.

I guess the key to this recipe is the wasabe mayo which I discovered recently, but hadn't found a use for until this evening. Now that I think about it, this would be even better with some toasted sesame seeds!

If you want to eat something less risky, may I reccommend Hagermann's Bakehouse in Draper. I get there frequently with my lunch buddies. Here is a snap of me with the rest of the lunch ladies and Dave. I don't like to go unless Dave is there; he is an integral part of the experience. Very friendly and prone to giving samples. I suggest the chocolate muffins, lemon bars, pumpkin chocolate chip bread and the Mooch's sandwich combo with cranberry cookie. What business have I frequenting a bakery? None, whatsoever. I've been there for breakfast with Lesley, Ella, Grandma, Granda and my entorage, it was pretty good. All you can eat French toast for $3.50. But lunch is better. Went there with Uncle Kenneth to buy him a scone, came away with a huge goody variety box, compliments of Uncle Kenneth. Lucky me!

oops- forgot the sesame seeds and burned them. Wasn't meant to be.

Fortunately for them, these are not my children. In a recent email, Rhett said something about this causing a permanent nervous tick. Andrew saw this picture and asked, "are those boys going to jail?" I assured him they were. I guess I'll think of this and not get so mad when I see the kid-caused dings in the wall at the bottom of the basement stairs.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Tartan Annie
Is this not the cutest thing you have ever seen? Grandma and Granda brought this outfit back from Scotland earlier this year. (Not pictured: matching jacket.) I did a big shoot of Annie yesterday for our Christmas cards. The one we are using doesn't include the hat, and has a more appropriate background, but I love this one so much that I am showing it off here.
This shot also offers a lovely glimpse at the recently painted pink walls in Abby's room... walls that will hopefully be toned down soon. You walk out of that room craving 31 Flavors, or a Mary Kay party. As Jeff put it, this shade of pink is a retina burner.

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

Santa Slips Up

First, I had a stash in my closet that I thought was hidden well enough, but "Buzz"
Lightyear is Andrew's drug of choice, and he can sniff one out like a trained airport canine. (see a small portion of his stash, above.) I came out of the shower Sunday to find him fixated on the remote Buzz on a motorcycle toy, retinas twitching. "Mom, WHAT'S THIS??" I immediately stammered into damage control... "uh, uh, Dad got that for a little boy that... for a sub for santa thingy.... for TOYS FOR TOTS." After a lengthy explanation, Andrew seemed satisfied, and I distracted him with something in the kitchen while I hid it again. Soon he came back asking to see it again. I, the big sabbath-day liar (lightning bolts abounding) told him that Daddy had slipped in a few minutes ago to take it to be donated. "Didn't you see him?" (eyes rolling) Andrew comes back with his typical "aaaawwwwww!" response.
Then Monday, I went to pick the kids up from school after doing a little shopping, completely forgetting that I had left a Barbie razor scooter in plain view in the back seat. Abby hops in and immediately asks "what's this?" (!!Not again!! I am thinking. Hear Napoleon Dynamite saying "you eeediot!") So what do I do, but pull out the Toys for Tots explanation again. Abby assures me that some little girl will love it, that most girls love Barbies (and if they are anything like Abby, their lives revolve around them...). "Do you think you would like something like that scooter?" I slyly ask. "Not this year" she replies. (face in hands) Well, at least I found out before Christmas morning.
And yet, it is still only November. I'd better do two things:
1, find a more secure gift buying/hiding system, and
2, do right by the universe and make a big donation to Toys for Tots this year!

Monday, November 27, 2006

Anyone who can name the location in this photo will win a batch of cookies of their choice, baked by yours truly.

Oh yeah- and watch this.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

From the December 2006 Sandy Journal:
Sandy City ranks in the top thirty
By Deborah De Vos

Sandy City has been named the 26th safest city in the United States by Morgan Quitno Press, a private research and publishing company based in Kansas.
“Out of 371 cities, we ranked in the top 30,” said Mayor Tom Dolan. “In the 13 years they’ve (Morgan Quitno Press) done this, we’ve always been in the top 50 and we’re moving closer every year to the top 10.”
Based on information provided by cities of 75,000-plus populations reported to and compiled by the FBI, the Morgan Quitno Press annually publishes the rankings in a book.
The FBI collects the previous year’s crime statistics from the police departments in six basic crime categories: murder, aggravated assault, rape, motor vehicle theft, burglary and robbery, releasing the findings in June.
Mission Viejo ranks 4th and Lake Forest 9th in their classification. Of cities 100,00-499,000 in population, Glendale ranks 9th and Provo 10th, interestingly. Check out the results at the Morgan Quitno website.

Mom, I want you to know (in light of our recent conversation) that the timing of finding this article was purely coincidental. :-)

Friday, November 24, 2006

The Dr. Pepper Sweet Potatoes were a hit, despite the fact that I made them with canned yams and garnished with mini marshmallows. We do it up high class around these parts.
Today we had the cousins 'round for a birthday paintball party. Scott has a welt the size of a silver dollar on his inner thigh- note orange blotch pictured below. Wesley came away with a minor bruise on the chest. We like our birthday events to have an impact on people.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

On A Lighter Note...

Woo-hoo! I found the recipe for Dr. Pepper Yams, thanks to Yahoo Answers and

4 med. sweet potatoes
1 c. Dr. Pepper
3/4 c. sugar
1/4 c. butter
1/2 tsp. salt

Parboil potatoes in peelings for 10 minutes. Place in cold water; peel, slice crosswise into casserole. Combine Dr. Pepper, sugar, butter, salt, bring to boil, cook 10 minutes. Pour syrup over potatoes and bake at 375 degrees about 45 minutes, basting several times .

Doug Wright extolled the yumminess of this recipe on his KSL radio show this morning, but I never heard him give it over the air. After hunting and googling, I finally asked in Yahoo Answers and received an answer within 1 minute. Yiha! We will be dining with the Rasmussen clan tomorrow, and Rhett being the DP connoisseur that he is, I thought this recipe would be a big hit. Let's hope it turns out!

I also wanted to congratulate myself on the 10th anniversary of my motherhood. Yes, my wee boy turned 10 yesterday. Intellectually, it is hard to believe that much time has passed. Physically, it feels like 20 years have come and gone. (Heh heh) Bless his heart, my boy is a good kid. Here he is proudly displaying his heritage on Halloween.

Above is the back of the shirt. Uncle Kenneth brought it to my attention that the lion is facing the wrong way. Many apologies if you are offended, but the shirt is cool and it has been/will be worn again. So will the kilt. He boldly wore it to school declaring "I have the confidence to do this." Only one ignorant girl from the 6th grade made a dumb comment, to which he responded by making her read the back of his shirt and heading on his way. Way to go, young Braveheart!

Tuesday, November 21, 2006

I half-hesitate to post on this subject, but it is really weighing on my mind. Then again, it has been so long since I posted anything, I might as well take advantage of my behoovement to blog at all.
Michael Richards. *sigh.* What is UP? I was so disappointed when I saw the footage of his Laugh Factory flip-out. I have never understood how anyone, black, white or otherwise, could so easily bust out the "N" word. I mean, the word just never even enters my consciousness unless someone else says it; it is hard for me to believe that it could be so close to the tips of peoples' tongues that they might find themselves speaking it aloud.
If you are one of the 2 people who have ever read my blog, you know me pretty well. You know that considering my background, where I grew up and attended school, etc., I was not raised to be a racist. I hate to sound cliche, but "my best friend is black!" I flew up to Tacoma to hang out with her and her family for our birthdays two weeks ago, and she and I were just talking about how fortunate we were to be surrounded by such extreme diversity during our upbringing and education. I hate to admit it, but I felt like I needed to state this caveat before I proceed to the next part of my post.
There is an element of racism that is sorely unrepresented: reverse-racism. It is the double standard of racism. White people are afraid to talk about it for fear of appearing racist. CNN is reporting that prior to Richards' rant, the "heckler" was pulling out all the stops with the anti-white epithets. Now, while this was no excuse, why has this element of the story failed to enter most reports? Because it doesn't matter? Because black-on-white racism isn't really racism?
I would contend that racism in America will never be truly eradicated until we can actually discuss this part of racism openly. No eggshells.
Granted, Richards was the one with the microphone. He obviously had a greater responsibility when it came to the noise pollution in the room. But did a bouncer attempt to remove the offending heckler for his remarks, prior to the escalation brought on by Richards? Evidently not. Richards, on the other hand, was forced to leave the stage by an audience that grew increasingly hostile toward his conduct. Had the roles been reversed, how long would Richards have sat in the heckler's seat, throwing around "that offensive word" before a couple of heavies lifted him by the elbows and showed him to the door? Not long, I wager.
Having experienced reverse-racism many times first-hand, I know intimately the dilemma. Do you stand up for yourself, or do you keep your mouth shut, reassuring yourself that since your ancestors contributed to hundreds of years of oppression, you are due a few lashings? What do you do when the racism is underlying, even passive aggressive? I once stood in line outside a Hollywood dance club with about four of my black girlfriends. The black bouncer came up to us and motioned to my friends to head on inside. He then stopped me and without ever making eye-contact announced, "we have enough of your kind inside, but since you're with some sisters, I'll let you in." I was floored! I know this kind of stuff goes on all the time, but at that time in my life I was under the delusion that our culture had made a wee bit more progress. The significance of this experience to me wasn't that the bouncer was trying to keep some kind of racial balance or whatever inside the club, but that he felt the need to point out to me that having black friends was my only redeeming quality that night.

Growing up during the post-civil rights busing era of the 70's and 80's was a blessing, and put me in the position of having many special teachers, mentors and friends from other racial backgrounds. The unfortunate dark side of that period (that I experienced pretty regularly) were racially-motivated threats, snubs, bullyings and put-downs. Much of these, I grant, were simply stupid schoolyard indignities. I now view my experiences differently than I did then, hopefully with more maturity and experience, but it occurs to me that while we celebrated Black History Month and Dr. King's birthday long before they were recognized nationally, there perhaps could have been more reinforcement of "let's get over the hatred on both sides, folks."

As for Michael Richards, it seems that people are finding it easier to just call him a racist than to explore the issue. We'll never know if his tirade was indeed triggered by racist remarks directed at him, or if he is simply a plain, old-fashioned racist himself. I am just so disgusted with the way he handled what happened to him. Disgusted and disappointed. There is just no excuse.
I now live in a place where I am not often confronted with this issue. So why do I expend so much energy thinking about it? Probably because I have tried to raise kids that would appreciate diversity and multi-culturalism. Probably because I can see that they are indeed colorblind, and that they haven't yet had any experiences to negatively influence their views of those different from them. And, I'm sorry to say, I am almost relieved that in their current environs they don't have to deal with the reality of it all. How disappointing.
I hope I don't regret this post in the morning.

Wednesday, September 27, 2006

Visual Eminent Domain
I have mixed feelings about this. A few years ago, my in-law's neighbors tore down their rambler and built a very tall 2 story in its place, blocking the lovely view of the mountains Tom and Carol had previously enjoyed in their backyard. This included a view of the peak where Scott and I became engaged, so I was bugged. Prior to construction, I had a friendly conversation with the sister of Tom and Carol's neighbor. She asked if I had seen the demolition. I said that I had, and that we all hoped the view wouldn't change too much. The neighbor's sister just said "oh, they don't care about the neighbors" and walked away. Now, I don't think you can begrudge someone their rightful airspace. But at least have a little sympathy for those downhill from you! Smile apologetically, build your skyscraper. This has all been brought back to my recollection due to a dispute in Bountiful (I think) that has been in the news lately. In response to the complaints of neighbors, a view-blocking home builder conjured this lovely view-enhancing design for the rear of his home. A warning to anyone who might ever want to complain to their neighbors!
p.s. this picture was taken from a church parking lot. (rolling my eyes)

Thursday, September 14, 2006

Former president Gerald Ford has been in the news over the past couple of weeks after spending some time in the hospital- I think with heart trouble. I know this, because I was watching the news when it was reported, and I fell apart laughing. Dana Carvey has ruined me (and Scott, for that matter) for any news about Gerald Ford, ever since we saw his SNL sketch where he played Tom Brokaw reporting GF's death. The premise was that Tom was going on vacation and NBC wanted him to pre-record breaking news stories in case they happened while he was gone. Here is a wee sample of that sketch.

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

Here It Goes Again
If you have not yet seen the OK Go treadmill video, please watch now. I promise, this will probably be the coolest thing you see all week! Many thanks to Rhett, for pulling this up for our enjoyment a few days ago.
Hooray for Us
Heard on the news today that Utahns place third in the nation for longevity. (First and second were Connecticut and Minnesota, I think.) About a month ago, Money magazine ranked Sandy City the 23rd best U.S. city to live in. Something about low crime and sunshine-ability. So far, we have found Sandy to be condusive to prolificity. (A word?) Whatever. When it comes down to it, Utah may not be the hippest, but it could very well be the coolest- at least by the time February rolls around!

Friday, September 08, 2006

Mormon Urban Legend:
A Model for Yoda President Kimball's Face Was?

For years I've heard the story that when George Lucas- or was it Frank Oz- first invented the Star Wars "Yoda" character, he used Mormon Church President Spencer W. Kimball's face for inspiration. Something about his loveable, wise, respectable look supposedly appealed to him. I must admit, the likeness between the two has always prompted me to believe. With all due respect, President Kimball's ears bear a suspicious resemblance...
I've been making a half-hearted attempt to find evidence that the legend is true, but haven't yet come up with any evidence. I'm not so sure I want to know the truth. I like the whole idea, having a great fondness for both President Kimball and Yoda. Yes, I realize that the mere fact I am expending so much thought on this subject relegates me to utter geekdom (as though I have ever lived anywhere else)!
If you've got time to kill, check out Yoda's musical side. My kid's think this video is hilarious, but I don't think it gets good 'til the end. May the force be with you!

Saturday, August 26, 2006

It's a Super 70's Weekend!

Unfortunately, I did not fully experience the great music of the 70's the first time around, and I cringed every time a CCR commercial came on t.v. in the 80's. I have since reformed. I love 70's music, especially funk. As a matter of fact, the kids' favorite cd for play in the car is 100% Funk, and Abby can sing "Get Down On It" by Kool and the Gang (a song that I think was actually recorded in the early 80's...) word for word. So when I went into work today and saw that we were having a Super 70's Weekend on KODJ, I was quite pleased. I recorded my show that will air tomorrow- Sunday- from 7am-9am MST. (Peak listening hours, I know.) Click the link to listen to streaming audio.

Back at home, I discovered the following pictures and cute video. What can I say- I identify!

Friday, August 25, 2006

I'm a Happy Camper!

We've just returned from a weeklong camping excursion to Aspen Grove, many thanks to Grandma and Granda. Holy cow, what a fun time we had! I cannot gush enough about Aspen Grove. It was the bomb. I highly recommend it to all. If you find yourself in Provo Canyon, you must venture thence.
Click here to read about this fun place. We will go again. I must maintain my ping-pong championship title.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Bye-bye binky You know it's time to lose the plug when:
-you try to talk with it in your mouth
-you can run after the dog and throw it at him
-you mistake it for a midnight snack option

Scott found this in Ian's bed the other night. We're not quite sure what happened to the missing portion, but my bet is we'd better watch the diapers. Who knew the little angel had it in him. (No pun intended! Ha ha!)

Monday, July 31, 2006

Hooray! I found a website that can replace the broken shredding attachment on my Salad Shooter. I thought all hope was lost. The Salad Shooter was a wedding gift, and I determined a couple of years ago that the life span of a wedding gift is about 10 years, so the fact that only the shredder has broken speaks volumes for the over-all quality of the appliance. (Actually, we received 2 Salad Shooters; one was a re-gift from some newlywed friends of ours which we promptly re-re-gifted. I know, we are- WERE- so tacky.) Scott and I are coming up on our 12th anniversary. My kitchen is in need of a major overhaul.

Whilst contemplating the concept of the Salad Shooter, I was reminded of a ridiculous list my slap-happy college roommates and I came up with in 1990, probably at 2am on a school night. While sober. I don't know how I'll explain half of my college era photographs when my kids discover them someday.

TOP 10 NASTIEST KITCHEN UTENSILS: (we used to be really into David Letterman)
10. Lemon zester
9. Egg slicer
8. Pizza slicer
7. Grapefruit spoon
6. Wire whisk
5. Dough hook (???)
4. Egg yolk separator
3. Corn cob holders
2. Lemon juicer
1. Melon baller

We were really grasping at straws for some of those. I don't quite know why I once found these items that are now very useful in my life worthy of the nasty list. I think we thought they all could inflict serious pain. Probably the fact that they existed and I had no use for them cracked me up. But then again, in Rexburg, Idaho, at 2am on a school night, probably hyped up on a huge Maverick mug of sugary pop and a recent viewing of David Letterman in my system, it was not uncommon to see humor in the absurd. Is it any wonder it took me 7 years to graduate from college? HA!!

Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Today I post an homage to my dear friend, Apple Slice. I will call it
Tart du Fleur: The Black Bottom Pie
Never, Ever Judge a Book By Its Cover: You Might Regret It.
Or Not Know That You Should.

The Glendale 1st Ward had a huge population of kids when I was a member. I think there were 20 girls in my age group alone at one point. When I was a teenager, we had some pretty darn fun activities, and since I have always been a joiner, I never missed one.

In the midst of all of this churchy participation, like sometime during the fetal period of life, I became acquainted with Apple Slice. Maybe it was because we shared the same name, or it could have been because our birthdays were only a few days apart, we were commonly referred to in tandem and frequently found together. Slice and I set up for and attended dances together, bunked together at the youth conferences, planned for many a goofy slumber party and occasionally hung out after church. (In the name of full disclosure, I should mention that Apple Slice was also one of my bridesmaids. To use the Pasadena vernacular, we "homies.")

Every fun church activity costs money. I figured this out some time during my early adolescence. Back in the day, we held fundraisers to finance these activities. Apple Slice and I were, for all practical purposes, probably the most stalwart participants of these fundraisers. Some of these fundraisers were practical and relatively fun- the Stuffed Potato Dinners, Christmas Gift-wrapping, and "Heart-Attacking" homes for Valentine's Day. A few of the other ideas were probably, well, rather stupid (read "Beehive Babysitting Bonanza").

One of the more questionable of the fundraisers I recall was a bake sale-auction. I say questionable because, quite frankly, who really trusts the plate of brownies made by a 13 year old?!! Evidently several people did back then, and if anyone thinks they would now, please read on.

Apple Slice and I decided to combine efforts and approached the bake sale with anticipation. We knew we had to "put our shoulders to the wheel," so to speak. We would not be satisfied with entering an ordinary plate of snickerdoodles. Somehow we came up with a recipe for "Black Bottom Pie." Neither of us had ever tasted one, nor did we know what it was supposed to taste like (or look like, for that matter). This did not hinder us in any way.

We set about making the crust. Unable to detect the obvious canister of fresh flour on the counter, we located some ancient bag from the recesses of the pantry. After a good deal of time spent puttering about the kitchen, we rejoiced as we brought forth our masterful creation- a semblance of a pie crust. We marvelled over it and congratulated ourselves for it until, what did we see, but little brown spots embedded in the dough. Panicking, we each exclaimed something like "Weevils? We spent all that time laboring over this [pathetic excuse for a] pie crust, and there were weevils in that flour?" I remember looking at each other in bewilderment, each waiting for the other to state the obvious: "We can't start over now. That took too much time. We must carry on in the name of the cause." (Snort) Somehow we came to this conclusion, and we proceeded with the filling.

Now, if you read the ingredients in the recipe, you will note that one of the ingredients is rum. I'm sure we didn't use this. I don't even remember if we had any rum flavoring. But I think that the fact that the recipe even called for it probably made us feel like real rebels. As I recall, the filling may have been a bit lumpy. And the recipe we had called for a meringue topping, which ended up being dense and runny rather than light and fluffy. We became concerned that any Black Bottom Pie connoisseurs at the auction might call us on our mistake. In desperation, we stuck some marigolds from Apple Slice's yard into the center of the pie to distract from our inferior meringue and decided to give our dessert creation a different name. Apple Slice was studying French at the time, and we thought a French name would sound gourmet.

Off we went to the church, where we placed our "pie" on the auction table and labeled it "Tart du Fleur." A paper for bids was set in front of it, which we casually monitored throughout the evening. At some point one of us realized that there were more little buglets, this time coming out of the flowers and landing in the "meringue"! We did our best to nonchalantly pick them out, and then I think we attempted to hide from public view. Much to our astonishment, our pie took the highest bid of the evening: $27.00!

I think the really pathetic thing about this whole incident was that the bidders of the evening, knowing us and our moms, probably thought they were getting some kind of Molly Mormon delight. They certainly would have assumed that the pie would have been minimally, bug-free. And to top it off, we even received calls from the family that ended up with the pie, complimenting us on the delicious dessert and thanking us for it.

Ultimately, the lesson
that can be learned here
is not to trust the sweet and clean looks of the treat, nor that of those who made it! ***

For the record, Apple Slice is now an amazing cook who speaks French fluently. Tu es une tres bon fille

Monday, July 24, 2006

Happy Pioneer Day!

I have really enjoyed celebrating this year. There was a great broadcast with the Tabernacle Choir, the parade wasn't all that bad (tried not to make any comparisons to the Rose Parade this year... but it is hard to resist), we spent a lovely day up at Snowbird and then attended a neighborhood fireworks show where someone shot off some radical Wyoming (e.g. illegal) fireworks. Yiha! I was asking myself early on in the day how the Pioneers would have really wanted us to celebrate the day they first entered the Salt Lake Valley- 109 years later. I think we pretty much got it right, enjoying the fruits of their labors by whooping it up in the communities they founded. Today I am proud of my own Pioneer ancestors and proud to be a Utahn; if not by birth, by heritage and adoption.
Read up on your Mormon Pioneer history!

Sunday, July 23, 2006

I've been feeling guilty all week for admitting to not being able to get my own house clean.
So tonight, I am posting my excuse:

I know this is pathetic. I do love the little darlings, and they are occasionally good for a laugh. But they haven't yet caught the vision of the group effort. For example, after a week of sending Wesley downstairs with his folded laundry to put away in his room, I happened to notice a huge pile of socks and underwear on the floor behind his dresser. Apparently, in Wesley's mind, opening the door and chucking your articles across the room is just as good as walking to your dresser and opening a drawer. And I couldn't figure out why the boy kept complaining of no clean underwear. Ian has a similar problem: he doesn't enjoy being dressed, and he disrobes at odd hours, leaving partially or unused diapers here and there about the house. Last night Scott heard noises coming from his room. He entered to find Ian naked, sitting on the rail of the crib. (I realize that I am digressing. I guess I am hoping that the absurd circumstances that I am living in will make a case for my poor homemaking habits. I can hear the violins now.)

We are adjusting in some ways since Annie's birth, although I was reminded today of how much more we would enjoy church if it had a drive-thru window. Coming home we found that the AC was out- on the hottest day of the year. Tomorrow is Pioneer Day, a state holiday, and we will celebrate in the same manner as the original pioneers in 1847: burning up, but happy to be here.

Oh- and with putting children to work. heh heh...

Monday, July 17, 2006

I'm feelilng like a successful homemaker today, fulfilled and at peace in my tidy and fresh-smelling home; mainly because the cleaning ladies have been here. Heh heh...
I am admittedly not the best housekeeper. I am too easily distracted and prone to start more projects than I can realistically finish in a timely way. I have, however, enjoyed the housekeeping advice of a couple of cyber-domesticians:
the Happy Housewife and the the Fly Lady. I appreciate the humor and "we are all in this together" feel that these sites offer. Personally, any housekeeping advice I might give would always begin with "take a big whiff of Surf detergent, and call the cleaning ladies." (See "Could this be habit forming?" 6-21-06 blog.)

Sunday, July 16, 2006

Here is an action shot of Scott and me, frolicking with two of our adorable children at Lake Powell. Actually, we did just return from Lake Powell, but we vacation out of Bullfrog Marina, and this cool sand hill is on the Wahweap side of the lake in Arizona. We were there about 7 years ago, and apart from the fact that we had sand trapped in every orifice by the time we reached the bottom of the hill, it was really fun to climb up and run down. As for this year's trip, I am attempting to download video of Scott water skiing, but as of yet have not overcome my techno-stupidity and I'm still figuring it out.
In the meantime, here are a couple of shots of Scott on the golf cart at the church patriotic breakfast 2 Saturdays ago. I think he was the default grand marshall of the children's parade. Scott ended up driving
circles around the picnic pavillion among big wheels and scooters, picking up and dropping off kid passengers with each circumnavigation. I'm surprised the vehicle survived the event, after Scott and a few teenage boys drove it off the top of the highest hill at Falcon Park several times. I'm just glad we came away from the event without any injuries or arrests.

Thursday, July 06, 2006


1st and 2nd place winners Eric and Wesley. (Please forgive the poor photo quality. Scott took these pictures with his cell phone.)
According to the results recorded by a special "Pinewood Derby Scoring Program" which the official had designed for his laptop that was connected to the race track, the winning times were separated by.0200 seconds. Dads Stan and Scott scrutinized the race results and compared car building techniques. Sue and I shook our heads and comiserated over the amount of time and last-minute stress our husbands put into the cars. Eric's sister Kristen and Abby flirted with the contestants. Andrew and Ian spilled two root beers and one bag of popcorn, respectively. Annie was passed around the cultural hall. Fun was had by all, and the way Wesley is enjoying his medal, he might as well have placed in the Indy 500.
I realized tonight that with 3 boys, I could potentially be lookong at 10 more Pinewood Derbies. Heaven help me!

Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Larry and I wish you a Happy Independence Day! We will celebrate with watermelon, weenies, waving flags and water-skiing. The kids couldn't bear to wait until tonight to have our fireworks display, so Scott set up a great show in the middle of the street yesterday evening. We were glared at by a few drivers, but many neighbors enjoyed. We will be thinking of you guys on the bridge by the Rose Bowl, at Ground Zero, at the beach and in your backyards. God Bless America, and you, too.

Saturday, July 01, 2006

While listening to the broadcast of A Prairie Home Companion today, I was reminded that not only did I miss the broadcast last week, but I missed seeing Garrison LIVE here in Salt Lake City because I am lame and didn't find out he was coming until it was too late and all of the tickets were already sold out anyway. Luckily, the whole experience can be lived and re-lived, thanks to the miracle of modern technology. Make yourself some Powder Milk biscuits to enjoy while you listen. (No, I haven't seen the movie yet, but my folks and folks-in-law all give it a mess of stars. Bonus to you if you have seen it- feel free to leave a review. But only if it is a good one. I won't believe you if it isn't.)

Friday, June 30, 2006

This feel good video is actually an old United Way ad. No matter how you feel about the United Way, the message is really nice. Happy Friday!

Thursday, June 29, 2006

I'm a little embarrassed to admit this, but I have become caught up in the Star Jones vs. the View saga. I'm not going to blog away about it, but suffice it to say that my walking buddies Tiffani, Patrice, Sue and I all agree that Star is the one who comes out ahead here. More power to her for taking charge of her own situation. It is clear to me that they let her go as part of their deal to get Rosie O'Donnell on the show. Rosie bad. And Barbara is just moded.
So I blogged away about it. I feel better now.

Saturday, June 24, 2006

Here is Abby with her Granda, Thursday evening after her ballet performance. (I'm still not used to seeing pictures of him without the mustache.) She, of course, was the cutest and most talented. We are one of the few families in the country who get tax deductions for exceptionally beautiful children. (Never heard of such a deduction? Oh dear. I'm sorry.)
Anyway, it was a lovely performance of the fairy tale "Sleeping Beauty." The kids ranged in age between 3 and 18, and were mostly girls with a handful of little boys. Somehow the dance school got their hands on a very professional-looking ballet guy to play the part of the Prince. I must confess, I haven't been comfortable watching male ballet dancers since I was about 8 years old. Believe me, I have great respect for men who have studied classical dance and for the skill and strength that it requires, but I sensed that the majority of the audience had as immature an attitude about men in tights as I have. And it didn't help that at the pinnacle of the performance (Sleeping Beauty and Prince Charming hook up) all I could think about was how this guy that Lesley went out with back in the day once asked:
"if a female ballet dancer is called a ballerina, does that make a male ballet dancer a ballerin-o?"
I really was trying to be mature about this. I didn't want to stoop to the level of the uncultured snickerers in the audience. But we were on the second row, and this ballerino in his tights was dancing practically on top of us, and my mom was laughing at the ballerino thing with me. (Yes, DeAnn was laughing. She will deny this.) I guess after 2 hours of fluffy little girls and teenage dancers taking themselves oh-so-seriously, I just couldn't take it. Inappropriate laughter comes very naturally to me. The "ballerino" debate continues...

Wednesday, June 21, 2006

Despite many opinions to the contrary, I am mostly normal. I took the test. You'll have to trust me on this one; I won't be publishing the results.

This is a picture of me with Ian when he was 1 month old, on my 10th wedding anniversary in Sept. 2004 at some B&B in Pleasant Grove. (Scott and I were supposed to take a cruise for our tenth, but instead I got a a trip to Pleasant Grove and a photo of myself with another man.) What a chunk! Annie has yet to achieve (at 3 months) the sumo-esque physique that her brother exhibited at birth. (Photo of Annie to be blogged soon.) Anyway, I love the expression on Ian's face in this picture. I think he is saying "girl! Get those roots done!"

By the way, I'd take Ian over some goofy cruise any day.

Could this be habit forming? Nevermind any clothes-cleaning ability, Surf is hands down the best smelling laundry detergent on the market. Actually, I think Surf is arguably the best smelling substance on earth. Whenever I do a load of laundry, I take a big, long whiff of the stuff. One day after several loads, I glanced at myself in the mirror to find the outside of my nostrils dusted with the white powder. You may be thinking, "what a pathetic domestic existence." On the contrary. I would assert that it is my domestic existence which brought me into contact with this intoxicating fragrance. I would ingest it, bathe in it or inject it if I weren't such a chicken.

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

I've had one supermom moment in this otherwise blah day: while on the phone and holding a baby, I lugged a small air compressor out of the house and inflated a bicycle tire. Yiha! I am woman. This triumph, however, does not compare to the heroics exhibited in this exciting news footage. (Woo-hoo Jim- I did it! Thanks for your help!)

Today, we are contemplating Halloween costumes. One must prepare oneself sufficiently in advance so as to assure a unique and emotionally satisfying costume experience. Two years ago, my husband dressed as the Greatest American Hero. Here we see Homestar Runner in a similar costume. The wig has come in handy since then, once for a 70's party, and again on Napoleon Dynamite Day at the elementary school. Which brings me to another point: never discard any article that may someday come in handy on Halloween. Wesley, dressed as a fly last year, wore wings made of window meshing and fly eyes and antennae made out of small wire mesh strainers. Abby, wanting to be included, wishes to point out that she makes use of her dance costumes yearly on Halloween. (Truth be told, the costumes are the only reason why I have kept her in dance as long as I have.)
Alas, we are currently at a loss for ideas so far this year. Suggestions would be appreciated.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006

One night when tucking Abby into bed, she sweetly chimed "good night! Sleep tight! Don't let the bed bites bug you!" Happily, I was not bitten by my bed that night.