Thursday, June 26, 2008

Checking Out...

I'm off to the balmy city of Phoenix, Arizona for the weekend! Yeah. Good time to go there, huh? Anyway, I won't be posting until probably Monday, unless something earth shattering happens and I just HAVE to get to a computer! :)

More on My Siblings

So, I was looking at that picture at the bottom of my last jar post. You know, the one of me and my siblings? I decided it doesn't do these beautiful people justice. I came to the conclusion that I needed to devote another post entirely to their cute faces. What cuter picture than senior portraits! None of these are recent, but they are very nice pictures! So enjoy taking a closer look at my gorgeous siblings! :)

Sarah... pretty, isn't she? No wonder I wanted to be her!

Zandy back in his long hair days. I told you he used to be blond. Isn't he RICO! (suave')

Apparently I was still Lacy's personal assistant. I picked her outfit for these pics and that was my sweater she's wearing! :) (don't ask me why she has a grouping of four. We all had a total of 8 pictures, but my mom scanned all these in and she, apparently made Lacy a little collage!)

Dang, he's a cute little snot! I just love that kid! (ok, he's almost 24, but he's still a kid to me!) You should see the rest of his 8 pictures. He looks like a model.

And, while we're looking at senior pics, here's mine too... just so you don't feel like I'm trying to exclude myself from this blast from the past...

Wednesday, June 25, 2008

From The Jar... #7

Wednesday again? I love that I know that I'll have something particular to blog about on Wednesdays. It's a nice feeling. And the jar says....

How many siblings do you have? Describe them. Tell a story about you and each of them.

This is much funner for me than last week's jar pull. Lengthy post, as a forewarning...

There are five children in my family. I am third of the five. Sarah, Zandy, Clancy, Lacy, Taylor.

Sarah (or Sassy, as we like to call her) is a fun gal. She is a little shorter than me with blondish hair and greenish-blue eyes. For work, she plans events (parties etc..) for the staff of a neuro-psyc hospital. She's very good at what she does. She's creative and smart. She's dependable and efficient. She likes to read. She is slightly OCD- particularly when it comes to loading her dishwasher. She almost always re-loads what I load when I'm at her house. I've just learned not to do her dishes unless I wash them by hand! :) She is very classy. I think she gets that from my grandma- they have similar tastes. She always likes to present things in a beautiful way. If she brings a dish to a party, it's always arranged in an eye-pleasing way and it is to die for delicious. She is a masterful salad maker. Her house is decorated very tastefully. Classy. She's always dressed well... again, classy. She is good mother, wife and sister who is very giving of herself and her time.

A story about she and I...
Like I said above, she was always a good dresser. She has great taste in clothes and I would always steal them when I was in Jr. High and she was in High school. (she's four years older than me) She left before me and I got home before her, so I would steal clothes after she left and take them off before she got home. I'm sure you're surprised to hear that she didn't like that much. I would risk the wrath of Sarah to look as good as she! We had one year of high school together. That was a rough year for my career as a thief. I would watch for her in the halls as one would watch for a cop on the roads when they are speeding. If I saw her, I would dart away as quick as I could. It was a bad day when I got caught. Needless to say, we weren't best friends in those years, but we are really good friends now. I love to hang out with her and I'm grateful she's my sister!

Zandy (Alexander is his real name), who is two years older than me, is the analytical type. He's incredibly smart and talented in every way. I call him the Midas touch boy... at everything he tries, he does exceptionally well. He's always been a brainiac. He took AP calculus his junior year of high school. He's a computer geek of the coolest degree. (I believe his title at work is "Internet Security Architect") He plays the guitar with supreme skill. He works hard and he is very loyal. He is also the nicest pain in the butt you will ever meet. He's the kind of guy that thinks he is ALWAYS right, yet he's mostly really nice about letting you know that he is right. He's handsome, about 5'10" or 5'11", super green eyes, blondish hair (at least it used to be). He's an awesome athlete... always played soccer really well, mountain bikes like a madman, rock climber... he's just plain ol' talented!

The memory of he and I that jumps out at me is sitting in his room listening to him play the guitar. He started playing when he was 12, if memory serves. When he was probably about 14 I would slip into his room all the time, sit quietly and watch him play. Sometimes I would sing with him while he played. He would practice about three hours every day for years. I loved to watch that. I felt like I was bonding with him. Whether he felt the same, I don't know, but it always meant a lot to me.

Lacy is the artistic one. She is three years younger than me. She's got amazing hazel eyes and honey colored hair. She's also just a touch shorter than me... probably about 5'5". She was often seen to others as quiet and maybe a little shy, perhaps because she was always doing her own thing as a kid. That was what a lot of people thought, but at heart she is a barrel 'o fun and a little wacky! (at least when she is around her siblings, particularly me and Taylor!) She is also extremely talented. She is a great singer with perfect pitch, or very close to it. She plays the piano and is an amazing artist. I watch her whip out drawings in minutes that I couldn't draw if I had weeks or even months. She is a devoted sister, mother and wife who would do anything for the people she loves. She's a gem.

A memory of Lacy and I would have to be when we were quite young, and I was her clothing matcher. Lacy, being artistic and a little bit of an introvert, (and being her father's daughter!) had a tendency to come up with some wacky clothing combinations. While my mom let her wear whatever she came up with a lot of the time, if we had somewhere special we were going mom would say to me, "Will you please go make sure Lacy matches?" I also got put in charge of doing her hair. Lacy had the most sensitive scalp on the planet, and she liked me to brush her hair better than my mom. So, I often was Lacy's personal assistant. It was a pleasure most of the time.

She and I would walk to school together too. She was probably in first grade and me in about 4th. We would often leave late (I know it's shocking that I left late as a child!) and Lacy just didn't care. It was hard to light a fire under her. I would make up games to help her hurry. I told her that the principal was the king and the secretary was the queen and they would chop off our heads if we were late for school. So we would run and talk about how the evil king and queen would punish us and how we've just got to get there on time! We would also play a game where I would yank her forward by the arm and then she would yank me forward. We'd do it as fast as we can to hopefully get there on time. She is a sweetheart and I loved to take care of her.

Taylor is one of the most dynamic people I know. He is six years younger than me. He's smart, handsome and SERIOUSLY funny. I laugh more around Taylor than any person on the planet. He is just plain hilarious. He is too charismatic for his own good. People love him and he knows it. He has vast potential. He doesn't always maximize on that. He spends a little too much time on video games, in my opinion, at which he has almost savant tendencies. Yes, folks, he is a gaming genius. I've watched him play video games with countless people who get so mad at him (myself included) because he wins every stinkin' time with what seems like effortless ease. He's also an incredible singer. He was named the Most Valuable Singer in his elite high school choir. He sang a song at my grandma's funeral... it's been over two years now, and people are still talking about how they had to pick their jaw up off the floor and rub their arms to make the goosebumps go away when he was done. He is truly talented.

Taylor and I have had some good times. They mostly involve Lacy too. We were kindof the three musketeers when we moved to Idaho when I was a senior. None of us had a lot of friends because we were new, so we spent a lot of time together. We take the word 'silly' to a level that most people couldn't dream of. It might be described as crazy. Taylor has always been the sound-effects king. He can do so many funny things. When he gets going I can't stop laughing. Then he laughs at my laughing and it makes me laugh more. It's a vicious circle.

Another fond memory is road trippin' with Lacy and Taylor. My senior year we started school in Idaho but my parents still hadn't sold their house in Utah. They bought me a car so that I could go up during the week to Idaho and come home to Utah during the weekend with Tay and Lace. Every time we got in the car to make that drive Taylor would be asleep within 5 minutes. Literally. And he would not wake up until we got to our destination. It didn't matter what time of day it was or what position he was in, he did it every time.

This is a picture of all of us, with the addition of Zandy's wife, Nicky. From left to right, Lacy, Taylor, Nicky, Zandy, Clancy, Sarah.

There you go! A little knowledge gained about me and my siblings. So, let's hear about yours!

Tuesday, June 24, 2008

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Sunday, June 22, 2008

Manic Monday: Night

Night is my comfort. My pressure release valve. My day is filled with the bustle of mothering 3 kids, cleaning house, managing apartments, paying bills, cooking, shopping, and remembering every other detail of what needs to be done to keep things running smoothly. Night hold no a such pressure. The world is asleep and I am free to do whatever I want to do. Read, clean, blog, pay bills without interruption... the night is my own.

Sometimes I think I am a little sick because I don't know how to go to bed at a decent hour. I haven't kept track, but I bet I could count on two hands the number of times I've gone to bed before midnight in the last several months. Most nights I go to bed somewhere between 1:00 and 2:30am. Seriously. Last week I fell asleep while I was putting Rohan to bed (around 9:00) and I woke up at about 2:30am. I am embarrassed to say that I was ANGRY. I was so mad. I felt robbed of my night of uninterrupted me-time. I should have been grateful because my body probably really needed more sleep, but I was just angry.

Maybe someday I can figure out how to satiate my need for quiet me-time in a healthier way, but for now, I'm a night owl in the most extreme sense of the word.

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Ella Says the Darndest Things, Episode 2

Episode 2 on my blog, that is. She says funny things all the time, but I had to run, not walk, so I could blog about this one.

I'm washing dishes. The rest of the family is playing outside. Ella comes in holding her eye and says excitedly, "We're sleeping outside tonight!" as she walks through the kitchen.

"Cool!" I respond.

She's already out of the kitchen. She is gone for a couple minutes and walks back into the kitchen holding her eye shut with her fingers so I can see her eyelid.

"Mom, look. I got a little scratch on my eye-pod."

I stifle a laugh and respond, "I'm so sorry honey! Where did you say you got scratched?"

She's a little impatient with my question as she is clearly showing me by holding her eye shut. She irritably responds, "On my eye-pod, Mom! And it hurts!"

I just had to hear her say it again... I love that kid.

Oh and the image was even better because of her outfit that she's had on for the last couple hours...

Do you love the leopard print stockings?

And that's Mac and Rohan too... standing in front of our tent that they and their Dad are going to sleep in tonight! Needless to say, the kids are bouncing off the walls with excitement.

Glove Lines

One of the benefits of being so white that your husband calls you translucent is that when you spend two days in the sun weeding, and planting, and weeding, and poisoning weeds and sowing seeds, all the while wearing gardening gloves, you get a nice defining line on your wrists between the sunburned arms and the white hands. It's so attractive. (how do you feel about that ultra-long run-on sentence?)

I guess it's because it's been such a freakin' cold spring, but Thursday was the first day I felt like doing ANYTHING in my yard. And, as we all know, I've been so very full of willpower to do things that I don't feel like doing. (yes, that's heavy sarcasm kids!) So, I went to the flower store (or the NURSERY, as my friend corrected when I told her where I was) and bought stuff to plant! Then I came home and the real work began. I had many many weeds to pull. I did that til my fingers hurt and my back was sore and I was super sweaty, tired and sunburned. And then I did it some more. After almost two full days of weeding and poisoning, I finally planted my purchases. Look how cute!

Flowers in the front beds.

Baby basil plants next to a bee balm. (wow! I need to paint my fence!)

Italian parsley, stevia and a big chive plant (chives were planted last year)
Another baby basil plant and a volunteer butternut squash! Cute huh! I also planted spinach and tomatoes. I love getting my yard whipped into shape and I'm glad that it's finally warm enough to make it fun!

Friday, June 20, 2008

On the Horizon

This is a small part of a speech given by Ezra Taft Benson to, I believe, Congress back in the 60s. If you are interested in the whole speech click here.

Truth will ultimately prevail when there are pains taken to bring it to light.
-George Washington

I can FEEL the portent storm, can you?

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

From The Jar... #6

I have to apologize in advance for this jar pull. Please keep in mind that I did not write these questions. For those of you just tuning in, I have a journal jar that has (I believe) 365 questions to give you ideas of things to journal about. I don't keep a journal so I decided to do it on my blog. I haven't ever looked at all these questions and some of them are a little bit, um, grade school? Anyway, I promised myself I would answer whatever one came out of the jar and not try to find a better one. So, here goes...

What is your favorite animal(s)? Why?

Wow. I didn't realize how much brain power this question would take. I have several animals that I really like. Here's a little list...

Owls. Because they rock. They are stealthy, silent fliers. They are beautiful and command respect. My parents have owls that nest in their trees and we've been able to get up close and personal with their babies at times. (they've fallen from the nest and we've put them back)

Lions. Majestic, fierce, beautiful... and hey, I'm a Leo!

I must say that I really like this gibbon at the zoo in my town. Dustin better watch out though, I think this monkey has a crush on me... really. He remembers me everytime I go to the zoo. He's so sweet! We play games... I run across the length of his cage and he follows me. It's great fun.

My all time favorite animals have to be my parents dogs, Fergus and Maddie. They have both died, but they were the best. Maddie was a part Old English Sheepdog, part German Shepard. She was incredibly smart, sweet, loyal and quiet (hardly EVER barked). She was an incredible dog.

Fergus was an Irish Wolfhound that my parents adopted at 5 years old. He was a gigantic dog with a gigantic heart. He was so sweet and gentle and HUGE! He loved people and he loved to ride in the car. He and Maddie were good pals.

That's it. Now you know just a little bit more about me. Even if it is grade school information! ;)

Tuesday, June 17, 2008

High School

I just read my friend Maggie's post about how she received an invite to her high school reunion and she threw it away. I was just thinking about my own high school reunion experiences (I commented about them on her blog...) and wondered how you all feel?

I went to two ten year HS Reunions. Yes, two... I lived in the same house my whole life, went elementary, junior high and three years of high school with the same people and then moved my senior year and graduated at a new high school. So I went to both reunions. The reunion of my senior year high school sucked rocks. The food sucked, most of the company sucked, the games sucked, the atmosphere sucked. It just all around sucked.

The other was rad. Awesome food, fun company, great games and a beautiful building. I loved it. I had a couple hundred people in my graduating class. I saw lots of people that I was really looking forward to seeing and some that I would never have imagined I'd enjoy seeing again, but actually did enjoy seeing. It was a blast. Everyone was excited to see everyone. It was super fun and I will definitely go to future reunions of my original high school. And I will definitely SKIP reunions of the high school I graduated from.

Something funny I noticed was that lots of the guys who were the "hotties" in h.s. looked older, chubbier and more bald and mostly all the girls looked exactly the same as I remembered them. It cracked me up.

How 'bout ya'll? If you have gone to reunions, how were they? Will you go again in five or ten years, or will you throw the invite out like Maggie?

Monday, June 16, 2008

Manic Monday: Will

This Manic Monday post is taking a tremendous amount of willpower to generate. I don't know why. In fact, it seems that everything in my life right now is sucking my willpower. It feels hard for me to do anything and everything right now. Clean my house, take a shower, play with my kids, make dinner, pay the bills, call my stupid tenant that won't pay me, do family home evening, read scriptures, read anything that isn't an escape-fiction kind of book for that matter... everything feels like I am only doing it by sheer force of will. I wonder why that is? Things aren't always like this. Sometimes life just flows and I do everything with joy and ease, or so it seems in my memory of it. Now is not one of those times. Even blogging is hard. I feel uncreative, unspecific, and out of ideas. Sorry that this is a downer kind of post, but I'm being raw here. Dustin just came down and asked me to give him a haircut. UGH! Bust out the willpower again, baby.

Thursday, June 12, 2008

Anniversary Weekend

So, as many of you know, we went out of town without our children for our anniversary last week. If you are a parent, you know that anytime you get to go somewhere as a couple without your kids, it's a thing of beauty. We were lucky enough to be able to go for two nights and the better part of three days. My parents kept the kids. (Special thanks to Mom and Dad for your awesomeness! You SO TOTALLY ROCK!) We went to a small resort kinda place up Ogden Canyon. It was wonderful! When we go on a car trip without our kids I always marvel at the fact that I don't have to turn around and fix anybody's seat, pillow, blanket, food, toy, DVD or anything else! I can just sit, face forward, the whole trip and talk to my husband uninterrupted!

I wanted to do a quick recap of our trip so I will remember it in days to come! First of all, the drive down was nice. We enjoyed each other's company, Dustin and I. We arrived at the place we were staying, checked in, checked things out, and then left to go find some food. We ended up driving all the way back into Ogden, which is not really that far... maybe 15 or 20 minuets. We went to the Olive Garden. We were ravenous by the time we got there, so the breadsticks and salad tasted better than they EVER had! Then, our meal came. Dustin's was fine. A bit of a letdown he said, but fine. Mine was HORRIBLE. I ordered Parmesan crusted tilapia. There was something wrong with the fish. It was so nasty... it had some weird chemical flavor to it that I still cannot quite put my finger on. I also thought perhaps freezer burn? Anyway, it was nasty. They took it off my bill, but that doesn't make up for the weird things it did to my stomach that night. That's ok though. There were no major bathroom episodes, just strange stomach action.

We went back to our studio (yes, it had a fully equipped kitchen too) and flipped through the T.V. and found a movie to watch. We don't have T.V. at our house so flipping through T.V. was novel. I fell asleep with my head on Dustin's side, and, for a wonder, he stayed up almost two hours later than me! Miracles do happen, ladies and gentlemen.

We woke up kinda late... about 8:30, got ourselves ready for the day, ate granola bars, blueberries, and strawberries and headed out! We drove around the little valley we were in. It was breathtaking! We went and got some lunch at a little place right on the beautiful Ogden River. It was the best hamburger I'd had in a long time. Then we went into Ogden and wandered a bit.

We made it over to the Salomon Center and played a bit of glow golf... Miniature golf in black lights, then we just walked around.

We decided to go to a movie. So, we bought tickets for Iron Man. We had about an hour and a half to kill before the movie, so we went and checked out the indoor surfing thing they have there... FlowRider, it's called. It was AWESOME! I wanted to try it really bad, but didn't have my swimsuit. We will definitely be going back sometime. Check it out...

That guys works there... most people don't look so graceful. They just eat it... a lot! It was highly entertaining. A guy that was there with his son told us to go check out the indoor skydiving place. I was glad I saw the surfing thing first. I thought I was excited about Flowrider until I saw IFly! Holy MOLY!!! I REALLY want to try this one! This is also the instructor and he was amazing! I had just gotten my camera out, and then he finished, but you get the idea.

Oh how I wish I had the rest of the footage of him. It was SO cool. Oh well, I'll just have to go back and try it myself!

So, we killed enough time, went an watched Iron Man... loved it! Then we left and got some food at a place called Rumbi Island Grill. The main course was ok... but I got a side salad that was killer. MMMMmmmm.... I'm wishing I was eating it right now!

Went back up to our place and got a free movie rental from the front desk. We rented Hot Fuzz. It was hilarious! After it was over we flipped channels for a bit and then decided we were tired.

We got up the next morning, read for a bit, and got all showered and dressed. Then we packed up, sadly. I was bummed that our little getaway was drawing to a close. We drove into Ogden again to get some food. Stopped at a beautiful waterfall in the canyon...

Continued on into Ogden and went to the Village Inn for breakfast. I had a REALLY yummy breakfast that was REALLY cheap! ($4.89) I was thrilled. Dustin liked his too. Village Inn... who'd have thought?

After we ate I really wanted to go rollerblading. So we vacillated between blading on Weber State Campus or the Ogden River Parkway. The River Parkway won out, and I'm so glad! It was a beautiful paved path that followed the Ogden River out of the mouth of the canyon. It curved in and out of thick trees. It was simply delightful. The only bad part was it is not a loop, and we went downhill first. So, we had to go back up to get to our car. This ended up being not as bad as we thought except right at the top. We were both huffing and puffing by the time we got to the car, but we felt good to have squeezed in some exercise!

We took off the blades and were getting ready to leave town... but my mouth had a hankerin' for a Jamba Juice. We asked around and found out that the only Jamba Juice around was way out in Riverdale. We had time, so we went on a long and winding quest, and finally found it. Taste buds were satiated, and we had our little treat for the car ride home.

We got to my parents' house and realized that we did, indeed, miss our kiddos. We were happy to see them, hug them, and kiss their little faces. We jumped right back into parenthood with kids fighting all the way home. What more could a girl ask for? ;)

Wednesday, June 11, 2008

Global Warming...

Looks pretty warm out there this morning! At 11:36 it is 39 degrees. Thank goodness for global warming, cuz without it we'd be REALLY cold! ;)

Yes, that would be snow on June 11, kids!
(How do you like that broom sticking up out of our deck? I wonder what kind of game my kids were playing?)

From The Jar... #5

I'm not feeling to bloggish today. Or tonight, as the case may be. The Jar must know this because I got a super easy one this time. And the Jar says...

What kind of extracurricular activities did you participate in while you were in school?

I had to look up the exact definition of extracurricular to make sure I had it right...

  1. Being outside the regular curriculum of a school or college: Sports and drama are the school's most popular extracurricular activities.
This one was easy for me because I didn't do any extracurricular activities. I wanted to, but I was a big fat chicken and I was terrified to try out for the things I wanted to do. In school I sang in choirs. That was it. And that can't be considered extracurricular because I got credit for it. I wanted to try out for the basketball team. I wanted to be in the musicals or plays. That's about all I wanted to do. I guess being chicken was not the only reason I didn't do it. Now that I'm thinking of it, I didn't want to have to stay after school for things. I wanted to zip out of there as soon as humanly possible! Anyway, that's it. Nothing extracurricular for me!

When I was out of school, now that's another story. I loved to play ultimate Frisbee! I guess there was some sort of ultimate Frisbee club in school, and I wanted to do that, but I never did. I also took voice lessons. I guess that could be considered extracurricular. Anyway, I was fairly boring. The end.

So, you know the rules. Tell me what you did extracurricular, either in a comment or let me know in a comment to go look at your blog! :) Happy Wednesday!

Monday, June 9, 2008

Manic Monday: Under

For Kristin

Stepping Stones to Now

No matter how long you have to prepare, nothing can prepare you.
The vacant space left behind leaves a hollow place in your heart.
Hollow, but not void of pain.
The pain tears at your chest while you smile, and cope, and continue living your life.
Life goes on, but often that wound tries to pull you under.

Time heals all wounds, yet time is an illusion.
All there is is Now.
Now is sorrow.
Now is loss.
Now is joy in her memory.
Now is sunshine through Noah's eyes.
Now is feeling and acknowledging your pain.
Now is feeling everything that this process brings you.
Anger, fear, guilt, joy, love... these are all stepping stones to the Now that brings peace.

Love this process. Love her life. Love the Now and each gift it brings you.

Sunday, June 8, 2008

No Wonder

No wonder David Cook is the latest American Idol Winner! I thought this performance was amazing!

Friday, June 6, 2008

Happy Anniversary to Us!

We did it! We've hit the ten year mark! Ten years ago today I was a blushing bride. Isn't Dustin cute! :)

A quick history: Dustin and I met when we were in college, January of 1997. His roommate, Justin, was dating my roommate, Britta. All of Justin's roommates would come over to our house all the time because, according to Dustin, it was a house full of HOT girls! (there were 8 of us in our house) At the end of May a group of us started playing volleyball, Frisbee, and roller blading together. I was impressed with his roller blading moves and he was an AWESOME Frisbee player. We started hanging out, just he and I. The more I hung out with him, the more hyper he got. Strange word choice you might say? Well, he was. I thought he was kinda crazy. We sort-of dated for about two weeks and then I moved home for the summer. I was a little overwhelmed by him. He called me for a while in the summer, and I was, frankly, not that interested.

After a while, he stopped calling. I felt kinda bad about that, but I wasn't as excited as he seemed to be. Meanwhile, that whole summer he and Britta were hanging out because Britta and Justin had broken up. So, when I moved back down for school and back in with Britta, Dustin was always around. We were just friends, and he was cool with that. He was still as "hyper" as ever. In fact, we had rules that Dust had to follow when he was at our apartment: 1) No fast movements 2) No head-butting 3) No biting. Yes, I said biting. You'd just have to have known him then to understand that one. We tried dating once more. That lasted for about a week, and I said no.. we've just gotta be friends.

Sometime around October he asked me if he could take me swing dancing. I didn't really want to go. I did a swing dance with a kid at an Institute dance and I thought it was lame. I am not a dancer. What I didn't know was that it's all about how good the person leading is, and Dustin is an AWESOME lead. We went swingin' despite the huge paper I had due in two days (that I hadn't started). I will never regret that decision. I hate to sound cheesy, but he literally and metaphorically swept me off my feet. I saw him in a whole new light that night. After that, we went dancing every Thursday. After two months of this, I finally agreed that we were dating. (Britta argued that he was already my boyfriend much earlier than that because I was buying him clothes.) I found some footage of us dancing that I thought you might enjoy- (hee hee!) Check this out.

Ha ha! I thought that was fitting.

Anyway... he proposed on February 2. I asked him if I could think about it. (I was pretty much a jerk, yes.) I finally said Yes on February 8. For six days I unknowingly tortured this sweet man. In my defense, it was a big decision and not something I wanted to say yes to if I wasn't totally sure. At any rate, we got married June 6, 1998 and it's been an incredible journey!

I am so grateful that Dustin patiently waited for me to figure out that he was my match. He was always so good to me, and continues to be such. I love you, honey! Thanks for the best ten years of my life. Here's to the next ten years and beyond...

Thursday, June 5, 2008

Ella Says the Darndest Things...

As I've mentioned a couple times... I recently read The Host by Stephenie Meyer and LOVED it! For any of you that haven't actually seen the book, this is the cover. (minus the 'available now' blurb)

I was sitting reading this book for a while during the day when Ella suddenly asked, "Mom, aren't you finished with that eyeball book yet?"

I laughed. I blogged.

50 Things

This is something I got on my email from two of my cousins. I wanted to do it, but I've gotten to where I hate to send emails. I am a blogger through and through. So... I'm making it into a TAG! So... here's 50 silly questions.

50 Things.
1. Do you like bleu cheese?
So much! I love to dip really yummy french fries in it and ketchup mixed.
2. Have you ever smoked?
I changed this one from a slightly different question. I have had one puff on a cigarette when I was 5 years old. My dad was doing an anti-smoking campaign.
3. Do you own a gun?
I don't, but my hubby has several.
4. Your favorite song right now?
Be Still My Soul sung by David Archuleta. I've listened to it about 10 times.
5. Do you get nervous before doctor appointments?
Not really. Except for the dentist sometimes and the chiropractor during my week of neck death.
6. What do you think about hot dogs?
I think they are funny. It makes me feel like a kid when I eat them.
7. Favorite Christmas song?
Umm... all of them. All the sacred ones, that is.
8. What do you like to drink in the morning?
Orange Juice, if I have it. I don't usually. Water if I'm eating scrambled eggs and toast.
9. Can you do push ups?
Heck ya! Not very many real push-ups, but girly ones I can do quite a few.
10. How much money is in your bank account?
Millions! (we're speaking what we want, ya?)
11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry?
My grandma's necklace. It was the only thing I REALLY wanted from her after she passed away. Also a Larimar necklace that Dustin bought me in Maui.
12. Favorite hobby?
Blogging and reading.

13 and 14??? they were missing.

15. One trait you hate about yourself?
That I hate things about myself. Self-loathing does nobody any good.
16. Middle Name?
17. Name 3 thoughts at this exact moment?
Go to bed.
I want to sing like David Archuleta... with so much feeling and control.
I want to sing something
somewhere with someone.
18. Name 3 things you bought yesterday?
I didn't leave my house yesterday, so nothing.
19. Name 3 drinks you regularly drink?
water, water and water.
20. Current worry right now?
To sell or not to sell. That is the question.
21. Current hate right now?
Come on. Hate is such a strong word. OK. Fine. I hate that my friend dropped by and my house was a total WRECK. I was anxious and uncomfortable. The self-loathing came on strong that night.
22. Favorite place to be?
Singing somewhere.
23. How did you bring in the New Year?
With friends... Osai's and Gibson's playing games and laughing alot.
24. Where would you like to go?
To New York or Chicago or somewhere that has a showing of the musical Wicked.
25. Name three people who will complete this?
I guess that's where the tag comes in. But don't feel obligated. Check it out at the end.
26. Do you own slippers?
Three pair of them.
27. What kind of shirt are you wearing?
Old Navy polo style... navy blue with different colored stripes.
28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets?
Hate it. I have terribly scratchy heels (will pick up a dryer sheet and I'll walk with it for a while without realizing.) and they catch on satin. EWW!!
29. Can you whistle?
Yes. Only regular whistling. Nothing crazy loud.
30. Favorite color?
Blue. I have a Larimar necklace in the specific color of blue.
31. Would you be a pirate?
Heck ya! Probly just for the weekend though! (wink to Sib!)
32. What songs do you sing in the shower?
Whatever song is on my mind. But I strangely don't do a ton of singing in the shower. It's my thinking place.
33. Favorite girl's name?
Ella, Brae, Bryn, Raine and others that I can't think of right now.
34. Favorite boy's name?
McKinley, Mac, Rohan, Eirik, Xavier, Roran and others I can't think of right now.
35. What's in your pocket right now?
Nothing. I couldn't even find lint.
36. Last thing that made you laugh?
Something in The Host.
37. Best bed sheets as a child?
This is a very strange question indeed. I only remember one set of sheets, so I guess that would make them the best. White with blue flowers.
38. Worst injury you've ever had?
Torticollis on my neck a couple months ago.
39. Do you love where you live?
The city, yes. The house, not so much.
40. How many tvs do you have in your house?
Two, but no T.V. channels. Just videos or DVDs.
41. What do you think about hormones?
I try not to.
42. How many dogs do you have?
43. How many cats do you have?
None, and never will have. Allergic.
44. How long have you been filling out this questionaire?
about 30 minutes.
45. What is your favorite TV show?
Don't watch T.V., but wish I could watch American Idol.
46. What is your favorite candy?
Kit Kat or Cadbury Mini Eggs that come out at Easter!
47. What is your favorite Sports Team?
Don't have one. I used to like to watch the Utah Jazz sometimes.
48. What song do you want played at your funeral?
I am really fond of Be Still My Soul, but whatever would help those in attendance feel good is fine.
49. What were you doing 12 AM last night?
Reading The Host
50. What was your first thought as you awoke this morning?
"That was a yucky dream."

So, I would like to tag anyone who wants something to blog about and might be having problems with blogstipation. And more specifically, Britta, Rachel, Kristin, Britney and Beth!

Wednesday, June 4, 2008

From The Jar... #4

Wednesday again? Yep. I just have to say, before we go on with the question pulling from the jar... I finished The Host last night and it was FREAKING AWESOME!! I was pleasantly surprised at how well I liked it. Phew! Just had to get that off my chest. Continuing on.

And the jar says...

Describe your favorite dress/outfit you had as a child.

Oh, where to begin! I had many favorites. How 'bout a short walk through the history of Clancy's wardrobe? I know you are all moaning and saying "NO!!! Please don't!", but this is my blog and I'm doin' it anyway! *wink*

One of my early favorite outfits was some purple sweat pants with turquoise piping down the side of the legs with a turquoise/purple/pink/white vertical striped shirt that matched. I think the pants had a purple jacket that matched it, but I don't remember wearing it that often. I loved them. I was in first grade and I thought I was hot stuff. I would have worn them everyday if my mom would have let me.

I also remember a cute little mini skirt that my mom sewed me. It was some sort of pastel colors with a print I can't recall right now... but I wore it with a white shirt and a pair of Keds that had the same pastel colors as the skirt- aka, my singing shoes, right Beth! For those of you who aren't Beth (which is most of you, in case you are confused) those Keds got holes in them right at the heel where the sole of the shoe was attached to the canvas part. If I squeezed them on the sides, that hole would open like a little mouth and I would play ventriloquist and sing with my shoes. It was highly entertaining when you were in approximately third grade.

Let's jump ahead to 5th grade. My grandma, who had non-grandma taste in fashion, bought me a sweet outfit. Black mock-turtleneck with blue plaid pants. The pants had button on suspenders. That sounds really awful as I type it, but trust me... I was sizzling! ;)

Seventh grade(or maybe it was sixth?) was all about Units. I know some people don't remember these, but they were solid knit pants and shirt that you could mix and match and they had something called Bandeau's that were a thing you would wear around your waist. Hard to explain. Maybe someday I'll find a picture of them. Anyway, my sister got a set of the brand name stuff, but when I asked for some, my mom sewed a set. Ya, I got the shaft. I'm over it! Oh wait... wrong post.

High school was pretty much jeans and T-shirts. I had some favorite jeans... my pair of Guess jeans and one pair of green Lucky's. I considered myself a granola. (I know... granolas wouldn't own Lucky or Guess jeans. Get over it!) I always tried to steal my sister's Patagonia shirts. She hated that.

I will end our trip back in time on the high school note. I'm sure you are all jumping for joy. As much as one can jump sitting in front of their computer. Anyway, thanks for checking on our Wednesday From the Jar posts. Be sure to let us know your favorite childhood outfits either in a comment or post on your blog... but be sure to comment on here so we know to go check yours!

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

My Favorite Hymn by American Idol?

I totally stole this from my new friend Barb's blog. I LOVED it though. Not the best video footage, but the sound is fairly clear if not quality. I really like David Archuleta. He's such a doll. This song he's singing is my absolute favorite hymn. According to BarbT's blog, David Archuleta volunteered his time to sing at a fireside for a group of troubled teens. Check it out if you so desire.

I was watching this on YouTube's actual site and went to the sidebar and read this email from the accompanist... very cool.

The following letter is from Richard - who is playing the piano in the background!

____ Hey there, I just wanted to pass on a cool experience I had last night. Yesterday I got a phone call at about 3:18 pm from the Archuleta's. I was asked if I would be available to play for David for a fireside that he was speaking in the next couple of hours. Brett Hales, a friend of the Archuleta's, was asked to speak on trials and how to overcome them. Brett has M.S. and was on a feeding tube less than six months ago and could have been counting his final days, but miraculously now is up and about and doing pretty darn good. He decided to bring David along to share. So, I cancelled everything from my busy Sunday evening, loaded up the kids, and went to this fireside, which was held at a school for troubled youth. It is a 10 month in-house program that helps these kids 'right the ship'. What was interesting about all of this: most of them had never seen David sing because they don't watch T.V. there. This was their first experience of hearing him. David sang "Angels" and "Be Still My Soul" and did an incredible job of telling of his experience on American Idol. I was fortunate to accompany David on both songs. The piano that they had there was not amazing, but it worked out. Be Still My Soul is an arrangement that I did for David a while back. I have included a link for you to listen to this performance. When he sang it, you could just feel the Spirit come over the room. The directors of the school were in tears, because they said these kids don't feel this way very often. It is hard for them to feel the Spirit or recognize it because of their current state and their attitudes. But, it was more than evident that they did. You could see it in their eyes and I can only pray that they find the desire to have it in their lives even more. David was also so good to stay and talk to everyone who wanted to. He signed autographs, took pictures, and just gave words of encouragement for almost an hour and a half. It was so awesome to see his willingness to share. Anyhow, Enjoy! Richard

Monday, June 2, 2008

Manic Monday: Over

For some reason, I am having a really hard time with this one. I've thought about a lot of things, but somehow none of them feel right. I am just going to have to get over it and start typing.

I am so over having tenants not pay their rent. I am not sure what the solution is. Sell the properties? I really like having multiple streams of income, and I don't like the idea of selling them, but I get so sick and tired of dealing with the deadbeats! To be fair, I have gotten some fabulous renters as well, two of which are living in my duplex right now. I am just venting here about my little house tenants. They are giving me fits with paying rent for the last couple months. They all want to call me and tell me all about their personal problems and, frankly, I just don't want to hear it! Pay me, and then I might listen without the anger. Whew! Sorry. The steam valve just released, apparently!

I wish they could all be like my 119 tenants... rent always paid early or on time, don't complain, always sweet and smiling. I hope they aren't just holding back and they secretly hate me, but I really like them and don't pick that vibe up from them. Anyway, I am sorry for venting, but I am SICK of it and I need to get OVER it.

I have been a little bit overzealous about reading Stephenie Meyer's new book, The Host. It is AWESOME! I might even like it better than the Twilight series. I am not finished with it yet, but will be by the time I go to bed tonight. I am lovin' this book! Can't wait to finish it so I can discuss it with some of you. (Thanks to Bonnie for loaning it to me and to Maria for being willing to!)

Anyway, I think my brain is out of steam and this post is as done as it's going to get. Over and out.

Sunday, June 1, 2008

Gettin' the Hang of Things...

I am happy to report that I am finally getting the hang of being a mom. Just kidding.... sort of. I just had a very successful birthday party event on Saturday. Let me elaborate...

Somehow we have managed to celebrate Ella's birthday this whole week. From Sunday to Saturday. It was not every day in between, but we had a little family party on Sunday last and then Wednesday was her actual birthday, upon which I had thought I'd do a little friend party for her. Memorial Day weekend was busy and the thought never entered my brain that to have said kid party, I would have to send out invitations IN ADVANCE! We all know that I'm a bit of a procrastinator (getting better... but not cured yet!) but this time it just wasn't even a thought that crossed the brainwaves. So, Tuesday afternoon I realize that her birthday (and the day I wanted to have her friend party) was tomorrow! Needless to say, I didn't have the party on her birthday. I felt guilty not doing anything on her actual birthday, so we went to the zoo and out to dinner like I said in a previous post.

Ella had her little heart set on a party with her cute friends... so we planned it for Saturday. I still managed to wait 'til Thursday afternoon to get the invites out, but none of the moms sent me any hate mail for my short notice, so I guess that means they will still be my friend.

I asked Ella what she would like to do at her party and she pulled out her I-know-my-mind card, and she fired off this list without any hesitation. (FYI, she did not get that card from me when we shuffled her deck!) She ticked each one of these off on her fingers as she spoke them:
  • Balloons
  • Tug-of-war
  • Red Rover
  • Fishing game
  • Treasure Hunt
  • Cake and Ice cream
I am sad to say, I picked up the balloons at the store and somehow didn't get out of the store with them. But everything else was on target.

Here is why I am so excited about this story- I am a notorious procrastinator, as mentioned. At events like this I am usually frantic because guests are arriving and I am not even close to ready. This time, I was only slightly frantic for the hour before, but I got everything ready by the time the first guests were arriving. (well, I did have to ask the first guest to go inside so I could hid the treasure without her seeing, but we won't count that! And we also won't count that I had to ask my mom to whip the cream for the cake...)

I am also famous for overplanning the amount of games for the amount of time. Not this party, baby! I suppose that could be Ella's doing, since she planned the party... Either way, we were done at almost exactly 3:30 which was right on schedule. I felt oddly satisfied when it was all over.

My favorite, and many of the kids' favorite as well, was actually the tug-of-war. I didn't want to buy a big fat rope for it, so we had to get creative. My dad busted out his climbing rope. I am not exactly sure how long it is, but it's somewhere in the neighborhood of 150 feet. We were getting it doubled up for the tug-of-war and somehow it evolved into a REALLY "long" game of jump rope. That would be long as in feet, not time. The kids were giggling non-stop as the weight of that doubled yet still very long rope would hit them and sometimes sweep their legs out from under them. It was truly hilarious.

Anyway, the party was great. Ella was thrilled, all kids had a good time, and the Mama was satisfied after a good, hard day's work on the Motherhood job site.