TWEET, TWEET!

Saw this cute girl bedding in the Pottery Barn Kids catalog that came in the mail yesterday, and instantly fell in love. Birds on bedding? Brilliant!

OH LOOK. SOMEONE MADE PANTS SPECIALLY FOR MY KID.

Okay, so how cute are these pants?


Gives a whole new meaning to cranky pants right? I should totally get some for Thing 2. Holy crap. The terrible two's are kicking my ass. And she's not even two yet. I swear, I almost threw her out the window this morning.


But the question is, are these adorable little bum-covers worth seventy buckaroos? The website where they can be found is here. But don't get too excited, cause they are on backorder.


Someone needs to steal this idea pronto. And then make me some. I mean, not me, but Thing 2. I wish I could knit. Well, actually I guess that should say, I wish I could knit well. I mean, if you want a square hot pad or pot thingy I'm your girl. But cute little pants with mean faces? Not quite my level.


But seriously, Thing 2? Love the chick, but she needs a serious attitude adjustment, pronto. But unfortch, I'm pretty sure it's gonna be this way for a good year. I just hope this isn't going to be what it's like when she is a teenager. Or I am so screwed. Then I might throw myself out the window.

CLOSING UP SHOP

Just wanted to let all you Utahns, er rather Salt Lake City-ans know that this was going on. I got an e-mail informing me of the 50% off sale. I guess she is closing shop and opening up an online store instead. Everything is going to be sold at cost, so there should be a good deal to be found.

Hope you all have a great weekend!

TINA MAKES A COMEBACK

TINA COMES BACK TO SNL AND SHE BACKS HILLARY IN A BIG WAY.

CHECK IT OUT!

AIDEN'S ABS

Okay, so I'm at the gym today doing my thing. In other words, trying to look like I know what the heck I am doing without killing myself. And I look over, and there is this guy there that looks so familiar. And I can't figure it out. Where do I know this guy? Is he some guy I've seen at the grocery store? My old dentist? Some dude from the dog park?

I'm sitting, well actually running, trying to figure this out. I swear, I really do have the worst memory. It's something I've actually looked into improving. It's not like I can't remember little things, but big things are the problem. Like sometimes I can't remember if something happened in a dream, or in real life. Seriously. I'm constantly saying, did that really happen, or was it another one of my fantabulous dreams?

Well, this guy in the gym is starting to bug me. But the thoughts of where I know this strange man, at least has gotten me thru my run (thank Goodness) and now has me stumped as I work my way through the ridiculously strange weight machines.

And then it happens. Right there on that silly ab cruncher thing. He sits down, er, well lays down on the ab cruncher next to me, and maybe it was cause he was up close, but then it hit me.

It's Aiden from Sex In The City! I kid you not. What could I do? I mean I'm bustin' my ass, er, actually my abs on this thing, and a full fledged celebrity is working his abs out right next to me. And it was wierd. And fantastic at the same time.

I almost wanted to stop him and let him know that I thought he was great with Carrie. And that I wish they never would have broken up the first time. Cause I liked him with Carrie. They worked. He was perfectly laid back and relaxed and well, just wonderful for her. And I didn't so much like him when he got back together with Carrie the seccond time. Cause he was too full of himself. Like love had scarred him or something.

And then, my abs start killing me, and I realize I should probably stop this insanity in my head, or I'm going to hurt myself. And then, well, I'm trying to think if I have anything he can autograph. And the only thing that doesn't have sweat on it (yeah, serious workout) was my shoe, and it is brand new. I mean, I could have him sign it, and then frame it or something.

But then i realize I don't have a sharpie. And I doubt he carries one around just in case, and odds are none of the other gym rats have one either. This is a serious problem. I have a full fledged celebrity right next to me, and nothing intellegent to say, or even a sharpie. Man, life is strange.

Then I'm done with my abs, so there is nothing left to do, but get up and move to something else. So I do. And at that very moment. He stands up to. And here is my chance.

But then, once he is all the way up, he maybe comes to my nose. And I'm no expert, but I'm pretty sure John Corbett isn't under 5'8. And now that he's up close, his hair is way too long. And hmmm, something isn't right.

Nope, it's not Aiden. And let's be honest. What would he be doing at a gym in SLC at ten a.m.? But, seriously, he could be Aiden's brother, or his short cousin or something. Wierd.

And then I had to start laughing, and laughing, and remember, I'd already done my abs, so it hurt. I had to laugh at my complete stupidity. I spent a good 45 minutes trying to figure out who this short man was, and then another 20 or so, trying to work up the nerve to ask him for his autograph.

Can you imagine if I'd had? Oh. My. Gosh. That was too close.

So then I decided. Asking a celebrity if you can have their autograph is alot like asking a lady if she is pregnant. You shouldn't really do it unless they have a shirt on that says, "I'm pregnant." Or "I'm a celebrity." And even then. . . Cause really, that would have been mortifying. And I've already embarssed myself enough for one lifetime. Seriously, have I told you all about my Peter Hudacko story? Sorry, but my life is already chuck full of embarassing moments. And today, I barely escaped the jaws of mortification.

And I know this story is totally ridiculous, and actually, now that I'm typing it out, kinda embarassing in and of itself. But Wow. Just had to let you all know that John Corbett's TOO-short could-be-body double works out at my gym. Yay for me.

I GUESS CONGRATULATIONS ARE IN ORDER

Well, that's pretty much confirmation isn't it? Woo hoo, another Jolie-Pitt beauty. What a lucky baby.


Now, onto the real reason I posted this picture. Can we just talk for a minute about Brad if we may? Okay, first off, I'm pretty sure my Grandpa Plant has those exact pants right now in his current wardrobe rotation. And he is in his eighties mind you. And those glasses? Man, I feel like he's gonna jump right off of the set of Dazen & Confused, pull over in his Ford El Camino and offer me a joint and a ride. (Which by the way, if he did, I would totally accept. To the ride. Not the joint. Come on it's Brad Pitt people.)


Seriously, he's kinda channeling a mix between Matthew McConahey in Dazed & Confused, and Robert Redford in the seventies.


And even though I think this look is a little strange, lets be honest Brad really can do no wrong in my head. So even though at first glance I hated his look, I'm starting to like it now, just cause it's Brad.


Now, this reminds me. Funny Story.


Back in College Hubs spent a few years playing ball for CEU down in Price, Utah. (Shout out to the West Price Posse) Pretty much the only place to eat down there other than Taco Bell is a little spot called Groggs. So we ate there alot when he was going to school there. And one time, when we were on a date, the waitress, (who was about 45 and sporting, well how do I say this nicely? Well, a small town waitress look.) who obviously had a little thing for Hubs, says to him, while she is waiting to take our order, "Has Anyone ever told you, you have Brad Pitt eyes?" Seriously. I about died. She was so obviously hitting on my date (and boyfriend at the time) right in front of me in such a cheesy way, that I almost fell off my barstool from inability to stifle my laughter.


HI-larious. At least to me.


I guess maybe you had to be there. But it is super-funny to me cause any time anyone ever mentions Brad Pitt, I always have to remind Hubs that he has his eyes. Dang, if only I looked like Angie. Then we could be their stunt doubles. And life would be wierd.


Okay this post has now officially taken a strange deviation. Congratulations anyways Brad & Ange.

SPRING FEVER

A few of my favorite things from the new spring collection.
Dot & Daisy dress $34.99
Bella Top $22.99
Arboretum skirt $24.99

Check it out here. Three cheers for spring!

HEATHER, THIS IS FOR YOU

So I got tagged. Sort of.

What is his name? Hubs
How long have you been married? Um, lets see, carry the one, add the five . . . This year it will be seven years in August. The fourth to be exact.
How long did you date? Too freiking long. 4 years or something. All these number questions. Ahh. I don't do numbers.
How old is he? He will be 29 next month. Cruise-A-zee.
Who eats more? What a lame question. I don't really measure, or notice. But I can tell you that if the food involves Cafe Rio Pork salads, then me. If it is Bratworst and Sourkrout then him. Barf-o-rama.
Who said I love you first? Today, or ever? Today, probably him. And if we are talking ever I think him too. I mean, his family says I love you practically every time they leave the room.
Who is smarter? Well, if you want to know about available office space in Salt Lake then ask him. Anything else? Ask me. I am also the most humble. But Hubs rocks at trivial pursuit, chess, scrabble, any game really. Strategy is his thing. So him.
Whose temper is worse? No contest here. Him. But I have to say it has gotten much better since I first started dating him. After pitching a game and losing as a little kid he was so mad that he threw his mitt over the backstop and hit Herman Franks in the face (he was at the game cause they were dedicating the field to him). Ha ha.
Who does the laundry? Sometimes me, sometimes him, but I LOVE it when it's not me.
Who does the dishes? Our dishwasher.
Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Me. I do everything right. ha ha.
Who pays the bills? Me.
Who cooks dinner? If I have too, I will, but don't expect anything gourmet. But if this question was who is the better cook, hands down Hubs. But I make a mean bowl of Corn Pops.
Who drives when you are together? I like to be chauffered whenever possible, cause I am a celebrity in my own head. Just kidding. Hubs loves to drive.
Who is more stubborn? are you saying that I'm stubborn? Cause I'm not. And I won't say I am.
Whose parents do you see the most? Mine. Dinner every Sunday night. One of my very favorite things I look forward to all week.
Who proposed? He did, in the art classroom in Skyline where we met and fell in love. It's the sweetest story really, and I should tell you about it sometime. But it involves lots of cheese.
Who has more friends? He would say me, I would say him.
Who has more siblings? Same. Him--three sisters. Me--three brothers.
Who wears the pants in the family? Our kids.

There ya have it Heather. Although, you probably knew all this anyways, since you guys are practically family.

CALLING ALL SKYLINE '98 ALUMS

Saturday March 15, 2008 7:30 p.m.

For more info go here.

To buy tickets go here.

TRISH,Jill, Jen, Sara, Ashley, Abby, Katy, and Stacie. Our next GNO (date night?)has just been scheduled. And any other Skyline '98 alums that enjoy good music, you're invited too.


Be there or be square.

BERT

Okay, well I've been thinking about this for quite some time, and I've decided that after many discussions with a variety of people I thought I might open the question about little Lourdes and her unibrow on the blog.


Now, for those of you who have had your head stuck in the ground, this is Lourdes. Madonna, yes, that Madonna's only daughter. And I think she is like 11 or something. And those are her eyebrows.


Now, as her mother, what do you do? See poll to the right. And please vote. It is completely annonymous, and ridiculous.


Thanks.

BLESSED

Okay, so I'm just sitting here after a night out with my girlfriends and I am just feeling a million different emotions, but above all, blessed.


It is currently one a.m. and I can't sleep cause I just had too much fun. My friends are the best. We talked about pregnancy(Congrats Katie!), foot psychics (I need her number Ash), old Skyline crushes, Politics ( I am the only democrat I think, or at least the only one who spoke up. I held strong though I think), Bear Lake, an old scary abandoned house in the cove that we once broke into (scary at the time, hillarious tonight), death, Eddy's good news, Fifty Cent, Cancer, the crazy guy who broke into Sara's house with whom she spooned with, the dog that ran into Sara's car, the dog that Sara ran over in Mexico, Alex Smith, Paris Hilton, Vitamin Water (Holla), Max's ridiculous sleep schedule lately, Puerto Rico, Kim Kardashian's too-good-to-be-true butt, and ate the best food ever.

I swear it is always amazing to me how I can stay up so late with these girls, talking about at times, the most ridiculous stuff, get only 4-5 hours of sleep, yet tomorrow I will feel totally and completely recharged. It's like I crave this girl time I have with my friends.


And I'm not completely sure why. All I know is that I get together with this particular group of girls and it just clicks. We don't need games, or activities, or movies. We just need a place and each other. It's amazing how fast the time flies when we get togther. It's fun reminiscing. It's fun talking to other mom's about how wierd it is that we're moms. It's fun hearing about Jen's fantastic life so I can live vicariously through her for a few hours a month. It's fun hearing about people's exciting news, and what they are planning to do next. And it's also fun being able to discuss the not-so-great things that we are going through. It's validating. And it's amazing.


Now, if you'd have told me ten years ago, when I was a senior in high school that this particular group of girls would be my girlfriends, I'd probably asked you what you were smoking (no offense girls :).


But it has been amazing to me, how in the past few years or so since we've been getting together how much I've grown to love them. Through trials, and tribulations, to sucesses and changes, it's great to know that I've got people who can make me laugh ridiculously hard.


And if I never do anything wonderful like write for the New York Times, or work for the president in Washington that will be okay, because I know those people don't get to get together with these girls and laugh right into the next day.


And that my friends, is simply, wonderful.

THING 1 AND NUMBER 2

Okay, so last friday my girlfriends (holla) and our kids all went down to the Children's Museum to check out the special Sesame Street The Body exibit.


And I just had to share.


So you all know how great Sesame Street is and probably watched it yourself as a kid. Well they are great at educating kids on all sorts of things. And this particular exhibit was all about different parts of the body. Well, being the educators that they are, they weren't going to leave out any part of the body.


They had this little area all about digestion. Yes. Digestion. Complete with a mouth with chewed up food, green churning stomach acid, and yep (you probably guessed it)a large brown contraption that when you pushed it, farting noises, and diahrrea sounds were made, and an enormous hogie-sized (think subway subs packed full) long brown poop came out.


I kid you not. Seriously, my first thought was, who poops that much? Or rather, who's poops are that large?


Thing 1 couldn't stop pushing the button. And it was funny the first, seccond and even the third time. Then it was just embarassing. Yep, that's my kid. Obsessed with the poop. You shoulda seen him giggling.


Cracked me up.


If your in the mood for a little tutorial on digestion by our friends from Sesame Street, and have a pretty thick wallet, then head on over to the Gateway Discovery Children's Museum.


And be sure to take a girlfriend or two along, or a three year-old. Believe me, it's much funnier then.

PUERTO RICO

The Puerto Rico Vacation pictures are finally up on my other blog. Check it out.

Flight of the Conchords- Business Time

Just in time for Valentines day.

Okay, fair warning here. This is a little um, well mom you might want to steer clear, but everyone else, you might laugh your pants off, and then do a sexy dance right out of them like you meant too.

Thanks Ashley for sending me this. Too funny.

For additional laughs see Jenny, Albi(racist dragon) and hiphopopotamus Vs. Rhymenocerous.

A LITTLE LOVE SONG FOR MY LOVE

This is Dave Matthews and Tim Reynolds singing Lover Lay Down.

It is also a glimpse into my past. 11 years ago I met the love of my life. A senior baseball player with gorgeous grey blue eyes, curly hair, and the most gentle, loving personality. That guy that I met in art class went on to be my boyfriend for many years, and then after stealing my heart became my Husband.

It is amazing to me how even hearing the opening notes to this song can make my heart melt.

Ten years ago, when I was a crazed teenager this was the background to my falling in love with Hubs.

And even now the very sound of it gives me goosbumps and can make me fall in love all over again.


Loved you then, love you still, always have, always will.

Amelia

BLING-A-LING 2

Ya know what's funny about my previous post?

Well, I went down to get some more sunscreen from the little surf shop at the hotel cause I was beginning to look like a roasted pig on a stick and the only sunscreen they had had glitter in it.

I kid you not.


So thats what I get for mocking.


And you can look forward to my next resort don'ts post when I discuss the logic of combat boots at the beach. Riveting.

A LITTLE BLING

Did you think I was dead?

Well too bad. I'm not. Just enjoying a little time in Paradise. I thought I brought my cord that allows me to download pictures from my camera, but I guess I forgot that too. (along with everything else) You'll just have to wait until next week to be blown away by my fantastic photographic abilities. Ha ha.


But if I may, for a moment, I'd like to discuss something with you that I feel is necessary. Something that I feel is appropriate for us to get out in the open, and decide upon together.


Okay, are you ready? Here goes.


What exactly is the cutoff age when it is no longer appropriate to wear body glitter?


Now when I first posed this question to myself, (I know what you are thinking) my first instinct was to say, not a day over twelve. Then, I had to think back and admit to myself that I had been guilty of wearing body glitter in high school for certain reasons, which really isn't the point now, so then I decided on 17. Yes, this seems like a good fair number.


And let me just say, to clarify, that I'm not talking about body shimmer, or body lotion with a few glimmers in it. No, I'm talking about glitter. In gel form. That you apply to your body. In certain areas. That then sparkle.


Well, there is a lady that is travelling with our group. And for the reccord, she is the nicest lady ever, which is maybe why I feel the need to discuss this. Because it seems so tragic. Why in the world is such a perfectly nice lady wearing body glitter? I mean she looks like she got in a fight with tinkerbell. And it wierds me out.


Okay, so here is the thing, she is probably 6o. Seriously. I know she is just trying to give herself a little jushe, and make herself look fabulous, but really it's just making her look old. Way old. And pathetic. And well, I just want to take a sponge and scrub that stuff off of her. Is that wrong? I want to save her from her tube of body glitter.


And so this wonderful, nice older lady begs the question. When are you too old for body glitter?


Discuss.

























And yes. This is what happens when you have too much time on your hands.

SIT AND BE FIT

This is so funny I just had to share. Why is it that I'm going to the gym again? I can just get a Hawaii chair and sit myself fit.

http://www.hawaiichair.com/hawaii/

Enjoy your daily giggle!