Monday, March 31, 2008

CHELSEA, CHELSEA, CHELSEA.



I know this a few weeks old, but I just must discuss.


This is a clip of Chelsea Clinton campaigning a few weeks back for her mother Hillary, who in case you have your head up your butt, is running for President. Here she is at Butler University. She was asked to come speak, and take questions in an effort to support her mother's run for the presidency. The rules were: Only college students may ask questions (i.e. no questions from Press), but any questions were allowed.


One particularly ballsy student asked Chelsea if she thought that her mother's credibility had been hurt because of the Monica Lewinsky scandal.


Chelsea answered that this was "none of his business".


Now, anyone who is a reader of this blog, pretty much knows exactly where I stand on the political pendulum, so to speak. And therefore would love to see a dem in office come the new year. And initially when I heard her response I didn't like it. And now as a few weeks have passed, it has begun to fester, and now I almost hate her for her response.


First off, I realize that the whole Clinton/Lewinsky scandal must have been very hard for her at the time in which it occurred. Embarrassing, to say the least. But Chelsea is now nearly thirty. Several years have passed. Two entire Presidential terms in fact. And I don't think the question the student asked was out of place. He didn't ask about Monica, or Bill. Or the scandal itself. He asked about Hillary's (remember her?) credibility. Is this not fair? She is running for President. And as far as I can tell, usually, not always, your past actions dictate future ones.



For Chelsea to take such a defensive stance on the question, seemed childish and immature to me. We all know why she won't take questions from the press. Because she is afraid of what they might ask. You know, the hard questions. The one's that make you think. About who you are and your Mother's character. I think past actions, especially in a scandal like the one that occurred, matter. Hillary isn't running for PTA president for darn sakes. She is running for the President of the United States. The most powerful country in the world. If Chelsea doesn't think her Mother's actions and Character matter, then she is sorely mistaken. I think voters now, especially young ones, want to see a new President with a good Character. One that isn't corrupt (cough, cough) for instance.



In fact, Chelsea's comment, "That is none of your business" maybe could have been best used by former President Bill Clinton when asked about his private sex life. Just a thought.

Saturday, March 29, 2008

A LITTLE LESSON

This is what Thing 1 learned today:


Although super glue might indeed look like lip gloss. It isn't.


A good lesson for us all.

Friday, March 28, 2008

PRODUCT JUNKIE

Have you guys heard of this stuff? It's magic in a bottle. Really.


I picked some up a few weeks ago while I was at Costco, and it is fan-double-tastic. It has become a staple at our house. Like cheese, graham crackers and pepperoni. The Fusion is genius really. A full serving of fruits and a full serving of, wait for it, wait for it, VEGETABLES! How awesome is that? I used to feel so guilty about fruit juices being loaded with sugar that I didn't give Thing 1 and Thing 2 juice for like a good 6 months. But when I saw that this had vegetables in it, I thought, well, can't go wrong with that one. I heard they also have a V8 Fusion light, but I haven't tried it yet, and I'm not sure what makes it light yet. If they cut out sugar great. If they replaced it then, not-so-great. But for now, The Fusion is one product that I highly recommend. It's good for ya, and tastes great too. Plus it cuts away at a little bit of the shame that I feel when it seems all my children have had to eat all day is fruit snacks (i.e. sugar), goldfish crackers, and chocolate milk. (Yeah, I'm pretty much mother-of-the-year.) Now, if they could only make this organic I think it would be the perfect product ever.


Now, while I'm on the product junkie train, I have a question for all my good blogging friends out there, particularly the ones in Utah. Have any of you used/tried Winder Dairy? I'm thinking of signing up, but don't know anyone who has used their services. If you use this on a regular basis, please comment, or if you've tried it and it sucks, please comment too. I'm wondering if it's worth the money. All natural/organic milk, veggies, fruits & meats delivered to your door on a weekly basis. I love it cause it's a great way to get organic products, plus they deliver it to your door, which lets face it, one less trip out anywhere with Thing 1 and Thing 2 seems almost worth any price. And it's a local business, so that's a plus too. So, if anyone knows anyone who likes or hates Winder Dairy please let me know.


Thanks!

Thursday, March 27, 2008

YOUR MONDAY FLASHBACK

SO I JUST WANTED TO SHARE THIS LITTLE THROWBACK VIDEO FROM 1999 WITH YOU THIS SUNNY MONDAY. IS THIS WEATHER PERFECT OR WHAT? 63 DEGREES! THIS IS LEN, SINGING STEAL MY SUNSHINE. IF YOU STEAL MY SUNSHINE. . .

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

MY BISHOP ROCKS


So I just got back from my Enrichment Activity Birthday celebration with my ward and can I tell you all just how much my bishop rocks? Literally. He is a musician, and a fantastic one at that. And we were lucky enough to have our own little concert tonight free of charge. He was the entertainment at tonights little get-together, and the whole evening was just perfect. A mix of fantastic caseroles (don't dog the caserole. LDS women can bake like nobody's business.), fabulous women (shout out to my sistas!), and killer entertainment. What more can a girl ask for?
Bishop Cope has a brand new album out titled All About You. And I love it. I like that he's got a little Christian Rock thing going on this time around. And for those of you who are frequent blog readers, you know of my love for Jesus Rock. Really though, his entire album is awesome. It's hard for me to pick my favorite song. Yes, it's that good. You can pick up his album at Deseret Book, Seagull Book or online here. And for those of you who live off your ipods, he told me tonight that it should be up soon on itunes.
Just wanted to let you all in on my little secret that my Bishop is a rock star.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

SET YOUR TIVOS



I just wanted to let you all know that in honor of the fifth anniversary of this war that we are still in, pbs has joined forces wih FRONTLINE in order to produce a two-part documentary entitled Bush's War.

It can be seen on your local pbs stations. The first part aired last night. The seccond part is tonight (8pm). With repeats of the first part tonight at 11pm and tomorrow at 11pm. And if for some reason you don't have a t.v., but have a computer you can also watch the entire thing online at pbs.org.

Five years. Four thousand dead. Please Watch.

4,000 DEAD, 5 YEARS, 1,832 DAYS. WE ARE STILL AT WAR. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH.

Monday, March 24, 2008

PRIVACY PLEASE

This link is for everyone out there that gives me grief about having two blogs. This is why.

Friday, March 21, 2008

MY THOUGHTS ON THIS VERY GOOD FRIDAY

1. First off, I'm not sure if it's the fact that it's been so warm and sunny lately, or because I've finally successfully cut gluten out of my diet, but I feel like the 12th member of the Von Trapp family. I could sing from the top of the hills. It just seems so magical it now officially being spring and all. Just magical.


2. Or maybe I'm still having lingering effects from seeing "Enchanted" the other day. And would you still read my blog if you knew that I actually, um sorta, well kinda, enjoyed it? Our ward had a little GNO activity and we went to see it, and it was well, enchanting. I mean I was a little confused that McDreamy had a child. Is the mother Addison? Very confusing.


3. The only thing that should ever be banana flavored is well, bananas.


31/2. Is it bad that yesterday in my prayers I thanked the Lord for Noggin? What would I do without Dora & Boots?


4. I am just loving my new Victoria's Secret Pink boyfriend sweats. I am convinced these might be the perfect sweats. Now, let me just say that being 5'8 it is particularly hard to find cute sweat pants worthy of the grocery store (i.e. cute) that after the first wash don't turn into floods. Sure I've tried the men's styles, which are long enough, but then they tend to have the longest inseams on the planet. The crotch is down by my knees, and that my friends is just a bit too drafty for me. The VS Pink boyfriend sweats are super long, plus super baggy so I only have to get a size small which makes me feel sadly, strangely good inside that I can fit into small pants. I know, I'm very vain and also pathetic.


5. Is it sad that said sweat pants were worn two days in a row? Yep, I didn't even run a comb through my hair yesterday or open my makeup bag. I know, lucky Hubs right? But in my mind this is a good thing. We've been holed up at our house potty training Thing 2--pretty successfully, and trying to get ready for the big shindig on Saturday.


6. Now, this shindig has got me thinking. Being the lazy/non crafty person I am, I just sent out an e-vite for Hub's little get-together. And I have been completely shocked at the fear that people have of committing. It really is ridiculous. I mean e-vite (love them) couldn't make things easier if they tried. All you have to do is click yes or no if you are coming then one more click to send, and walla, instant reply. The host is happy, and so is the guest. Everyone is informed and can plan appropriately for food. I am not sure if people are waiting to see if something better comes up, or they are just lazy, or rude. But surely it can't be because it's difficult to R.S.V.P. After this experience I'm gonna be a dedicated fantastic R.S.V.P-er.


7. Why exactly do we used R.S.V.P. I mean, I'm sure it's just some french phrase that means 'get back too me soon'. So why is it that we don't just use G.B.T.M.S.? I mean last time I checked we spoke English here, not french. Maybe that's the reason people don't R.S.V.P. Perhaps they just don't know what these letters mean. French is pretty difficult to understand, especially when we speak English folks. Yes, maybe I'd have a better response if I put G.B.T.M.S. But then again, maybe not. Hub's friends have serious commitment issues.


8. As I've been cleaning up for the party its been really amazing just how much crap I have that I don't need, and furthermore, just how incredible it is how much crap I can stuff into my storage room. But, now I'm wishing I'd have gotten the Easter baskets out before I began 'project clean-up a.k.a. project throw stuff in the storage room.' Since they are in the very back. Smart thinking Ames.


9. Am I a bad mother that a) I feel guilty and sad about having to spend 5 grand on new hearing aids? I mean I love Thing 1, but it's just sooooooooo much money. Is it wrong that I'm considering one hearing aid is fine? and b) I've given all my kids the banana flavored Lafy Tafy?



These are my thoughts this GOOD FRIDAY. Have a great weekend y'all!

Thursday, March 20, 2008

BITTERSWEET

Are you in the market for a cute little house on a fabulous tree-lined street in SLC? Well, this little beauty is now officially on the market. Why would anyone want to give up this gem might you ask?


Well because my friend Ashley and her husband found out today that they are off on a fabulous adventure to North Carolina. Dave matched for Wake Forest for his surgical residency. And I am absolutely ecstatic for them. Gonna miss her like crazy, but that just means I might be heading down to NC soon. Whoo hoo!


CONGRATS DAVE & ASH!








KABOOST

So being the product junkie that I am, as well as a good blogger, I like to combine the two, and share all my favorite products with my fellow bloggers in hope that I can help make another's life a little easier and therefore better.


Now, being a mom is not an easy thing. You know what else isn't easy? Cleaning out a high-chair/booster seat. Oh man. That can take you an entire episode of survivor if the child has had, lets say, chocolate pudding and Graham crackers. Yeah. Kinda like sawdust and mud. Makes for a really fun adventure when you go to clean it out. All the cracks, crevices, and corners in a booster is enough to drive anyone mad. And even when I do douse the entire thing in Clorox, I'm never really sure how "clean" it is. So I've decided to ditch them (booster seats) altogether.


And no, I'm not using phone books, or making them kneel. I saw these cool new gadgets called the kaboost. It is a funky green contraption that snaps on the bottom of your chair that then boosts said child (and chair) up to the table/counter. And walla. No more bruised knees, slipping boosters, and hours spent trying to dislodge jello from the seat cracks.


I wasn't so sure I was going to like it, but I have to say I really do. Sure I am cleaning up more off the floor, but the fact that all I have to do is wipe off the chair seat and then get the handy-dandy hand-vac out for a little suck, and walla. Clean table, clean chair, clean floor.

Now, beware, these are really for kids who are older. I mean they have to be able to sit up and stuff. I'd say like 18 months to 5 or 6. I got one for both of my kids and my only gripe has been that they are a bit too sturdy. I wish they had wheels or something on the bottom, which would make it easier for my kids to get in and out of their chairs. But the time I save cleaning out a booster more than makes up for the two seconds I have to take to push them in to the table.


So, if you are like me, and have a child who was born messy, then I highly suggest the Kaboost. Now if they only had a contraption for cleaning the child up after the messy dinner. Oh, they do, it's called a bathtub.


Happy Dining!

Wednesday, March 19, 2008

HAPPY BIRTHDAY JILL!



Happy Birthday Jillybean! Hope you are having a great day!

MY THREE SONS



Well, my friend Melissa just got a new arrival from the stork yesterday. Another boy. That makes three. I don't have official word yet on the name but I'm pretty sure its gonna be Crew. Don't you just love that name?

Congrats McDaniel Fam! We love you guys!

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

HAPPY BIRTHDAY HUBS!


A very special happy birthday goes out to my sweet Hubs. Today he turns 29. I feel so lucky to be married to such a wonderful guy. Who, as I type, on his day is out doing a little service. Happy Birthday Hubs! I love you!

NAPTIME NOSTALGIA





So, today I am feeling very nostalgic. Nostalgic in fact for naptime. Nostalgic for when naptime meant just that. Naptime.


Today Thing 1 spent his naptime biting, yes, biting hs hearing aid in half. Last week when I'd thought he'd broken his hearing aid, miraculously we were able to fix it. Today however, I think he did them in. Those puppies are done-zo.


What was he thinking? I mean sure this isn't the first time I've seen the aids in his mouth, but definetly the first time biting them into oblivion. I'll tell you what, that is one expensive nap.


Took Thing 1 to the audiologist last week and we talked all about getting new hearing aids. I thought we'd have a few months to recover from the kitchen remodel before we would have to splurge for new aids. Guess it's gonna be a bit sooner.


I think we are gonna go with the new technology they have out now. It really is amazing what they can do now. Wireless hearing aids. Makes it much easier to hear and differentiate between where sounds are comming from. And when he gets older he can answer the phone in his ear/head and listen to an mp3 player right in his aids. It's got bluetooth in it, so technically he could answer my cell phone for me. Handy, right? Only thing about this new technology is it is ALOT more expensive. About 5 grand. Then we have to buy the fm system, which will set us back another 2k. And she told us these new aids will last 3-5 years! Thats ridiculous. She recommended the families put away about a thousand a year for hearing aids. Then when the aids die you already have the money put away for the next pair.


I really, really, really, wish health insurance paid for hearing aids. Or at least some of them. That would be nice. But did you know that hearing isn't considered a necessity? Yep, you can live just fine without your ears aparently. Funny how they will cover lasik and other things like dermatology, but not stuff like hearing aids or audiology visits. Guess being able to hear and speak isn't all that important.


Anyways the good news is the kitchen is done and the pictures are up. Bad news is, thing 1 has turned into Mike Tyson.

THE KITCHEN IS DONE!!!

Monday, March 17, 2008

I LOVE TED



Okay, so my newest obsession is ted.com. You must check it out if you haven't already.
(from ted.com) Ted stands for Technology, Entertainment & Design. It started out(1984) as a conference bringing together people from those three worlds. Since then it's scope has become even broader.
The annual conference now brings together the world's most fascinating thinkers and doers, who are challenged to give the talk of their lives (in 18 minutes).
Our mission: Spreading ideas. We believe passionately in the power of ideas to change attitudes, lives and ultimately, the world. So we're building here a clearinghouse that offers free knowledge and inspiration from the world's most inspired thinkers, and also a community of curious souls to engage with ideas and each other.



Okay, so now that you have a background for Ted.com, I'd like to introduce you to one of my favorite speakers from ted.com's latest annual conference. Her name is Jill Bolte Taylor. She is a neuroanatomist. And if you have a spare 18 minutes and 44 seconds I challenge you to listen to her amazing experience. I promise you, it will be time well spent.
You can check out her talk here. Ted.com, change the world in 18 minutes or less.

IT'S NOT EASY

BEING GREEN.

Ya wanna know what else isn't so easy? Explaining St. Patricks day to a three-year old. It went a little something like this:

Mom: Do you know what today is?

Thing 1: My birthday?

Mom: Uh, no. St. Patrick's day.

Thing 1: (said with the craziest expression ever) St. Patrick's Day?

Mom: Yea.

Thing 1: What's that?

Mom: Well, it's really fun. Everyone has to wear green clothing or you get to pinch them.

Thing 1: I can pinch?

Mom: (thinking maybe this wasn't the smartest converstation to have, just yet.) Well, techincally you can only pinch people today that aren't wearing green. Not tomorrow. Just today.

Thing 1: I get to pinch you?

Mom: No. I'm wearing green.

Thing 1: I can pinch you, cause it's St. Patrick's day.

Mom: Not if I'm wearing green. (This is about the time I realize that I should have gotten Thing 2 dressed first, before having this converstation).

Thing 1: Sister isn't wearing green.

Mom: oh. right. (oops!)

Thing 1: I GET TO PINCH YOU SISTER, CAUSE YOU AREN'T WEARING GREEN. (said while running across the room at a full sprint.)

Thing 2: Ouch! Mommy, he hurt me! (begins crying)


Yeah, this holiday, wierd as it is, is best explained if all around are first dressed in green.


Just a little friendly tip for ya!

Friday, March 14, 2008

A MUST READ


So, I think I just drank my last diet soda. Ever.
You might be thinking I'm just starting another one of my silly food/candy/sugar strikes? Nope. Just tired of poisoning my body.
Just read this article all about the ill-affects of aspartame. Aptly named Rumsfeld Disease. Sure I knew aspartame wasn't the best thing in the world to be putting in my body, but I really had no idea. For example:
Aspartame is being identified by a growing number of researchers and physicians as an underlying cause of chronic ill health in America and other countries throughout the world.

* It interacts with other substances such as pharmaceutical drugs to produce adverse reactions.

* All metabolites of aspartame (formaldehyde, methanol, diketopiperazine and formic acid) are toxic to the human body and are especially toxic to the brain.

* Aspartame comprises over 80 percent of consumer complaints filed with the FDA.

* The FDA has generated a list of 92 symptoms associated with aspartame consumption that include nausea, dizziness, irritability, insanity, blindness, deafness, weight gain and death.

* The Centers for Disease Control and Prevention claim that 500,000 people each year simply "drop dead" for no apparent reason from what it labels "sudden cardiac death."

* Dementia among all ages (especially the elderly) and learning disabilities among children, in the U.S. and abroad, have been skyrocketing since 1981.

As of today, the number of scientific and studies showing that aspartame is, indeed, an underlying cause of chronic physical and mental illness and death out number studies proving its safety by at least 400 to zero. Proof of this fact can also be determined by what happens in many cases when people stop using aspartame: Their chronic symptoms disappear.
This article is a must-read. Seriously. I know it's long, but it's worth it. Gives the history of aspartame, how it came about, as well as all the reported problems with plenty of sources to back-up it's claims.
Used to think I was being a good mom by giving my kids sugar-free stuff. Turns out, I wasn't. Had no idea I was poisoning them. I've always been so grossed out by people who smoked because of all the toxins they were taking in and hurting their bodies with. Had no idea I was taking in some of the same toxins when I drank diet soda. You know those truth campaign commercials on tv to motivate people to quit smoking? They need to run those same ones for aspartame/diet foods/drinks.
Wow. Guess ignorance isn't bliss. Sorry if this is bad news for ya. Just trying to save you from all the diseases now associated with this toxin. Nothing like a little health tip for your friday.
Hope you all have a great diet soda-free weekend!

Thursday, March 13, 2008

A LITTLE TAR-JAY LOVE


So it is true I have a bit of a crazy-kind-of love for bags, purses, poketbooks, or carryalls. Whatever your term, I love them. Especially when they are new.
Just like how some people relish pulling on a new, fresh out of the bag pair of socks, I too enjoy a new, crumb-free, good smelling bag. And given the current stage of my life, these bags just so happen to be diaper bags. And I did not accept this transition with happiness. At first I rebelled. Resorting to large bags disguised as diaper bags. But it just wasn't working out. Sure the bags were big enough to carry all of the necessities, but all the paci's and diapers kept getting lost in the vast-ness that was my rebellion.
So, eventually I gave in. And have found, luckily, a number of quite cute, yet useful diaper bags. The one great thing about diaper bags versus the regular standby is that diaper bags are made with about a thousand pockets, zippers and cubbies. And usually, if they are well made, come with a matching changing pad, which is very useful. The one problem is though, that baby products and baby gear have turned into this gynormous three-ring-circus. Diaper bags now selling for over a hundred dollars! And to think, they are just going to get snot-wipes put in them, and cherrios spilled all over the bottom. Not the best way to spend $ 100 dollars if you ask me. So the challenge has been to find a cute, useful, yet wallet-friendly version.
But you see, I think I have a problem, er rather a solution. As much as I love a new bag, I think I have found the perfect one. The diaper bag that trumps them all. And let me tell you friends, I have tried about every brand out there. And yes I'm ashamed to admit, even the expensive ones.
But yesterday I found this little gem at Tar-jay and I think it has put an end to my search for the perfect diaper bag. It is called the Spark by Skip Hop Diaper Bag. It has about a million pockets inside for all the diapers, wipes, and snacks, with enough room left over for a change of clothes. And the real clincher? TONZ of outside pockets. Two big ones in front--great for, well pretty much anything. Two zippered pockets great for stowing that digital camera and wallet in a easily accessible, yet secure place. No more searching through through mounds of toys, dipaers and clothes while you miss that kodak moment. Two mesh holders on the side for bottles/sippys. And the changing pad? Fits perfectly in it's own pocket on the outside. Brilliant. And the bag can be a tote or a hands-free messenger. Plus it has stroller straps perfect for long walks. And I have to admit I was a sucker for the not-so-cute camo. I'm tired of all the pastel. I wanted something a little more substantial, perhaps, maybe something a little less girly?
I thought this might be a fun recommendation for all those prego girls out there, or maybe a heads up for them as to what they're going to open up from me at their showers. (Just try to look surprised.) My only problem? What will I do now when I want to have a new, fresh diaper bag? I can't imagine parting with his beauty. I guess maybe I'll have to buy stock in Skip Hop diaper bags. But hey, at only $29.99 a pop I won't feel too guilty if my urge for a fresh new Spark creeps up.
Oh how I love the fabulous-ness that is Tar-jay. Happy Shopping!

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

A LITTLE CONGRATULATIONS



Okay, I can't tell you how happy I am for my brother and his girlfriend (now fiance). They got engaged last night!! Exciting right? They've been dating for about 7 years. They met their first day at law school at orientation at Seton Hall. And they now happily live in Hoboken. Both hard working attorneys in Jersey and I love them and am so excited to get another sister! Yay!
Looks like the wedding is gonna be up on the Jersey shore by Danielle's beach house. Looks like the Rossi's will be heading to the shore. Not sure the date yet, but I am so thrilled for them. And the ring? Beautiful. She sent me a picture via my cell phone (cause I made her), but the idiot that I am, I can't figure out how to download it to my computer. But take my word for it, it is gorgeous. Huge platinum round solitaire.
Congrats Eric & Dannielle! Love you guys!

TIDE IS TOO FUNNY

why is it that I find this commercial hilarious?

Maybe it's because this is my current method-of-choice for arguing. Mumble talking over someone else's words.

I need to grow up. Ya think?

NONE OF US ARE SAFE

A good message for monday.

RAGNAR RIDICULOUSNESS


So, have I told you that I used to be a runner? Used to be being the key phrase here.


Yeah. Long time ago I got on a psycho-in-the-head trip and decided to run a few marathons. So I did. But you see, on my last marathon I had a super-duper messed up hip. But did you think a little messed up hip was gonna stop me from running my marathon? Yeah right. I'd trained for forever. Too many 5 a.m. wake-ups, and twenty-milers under my belt to just drop out of my marathon. Pshhh. Quitting is for losers. So instead I ran the entire race on a bum hip, 4 lortab, and close to a bottle of advil. Seriously. I think they gave me sugar pills instead of lortab cause I took two the night before and one on the bus to the start and about mile 4 my hip started hurting. So what's a girl to do? Pop another Lortab of course. Still hurting at mile 13, pop another. And mile twenty I thought I was gonna die, but stop? Yeah right. Quit? No way. Pop another Lortab. Finish the race. Hip hurts like all get-out. But I finished.


And now consequently I can't run farther than about 8 miles without my hip hurtin like hell. So finishing that marathon? Not my brightest move ever. But really I'm okay with it. Cause I never really liked running. Sure the company was great, the chit-chat fantastic, and the fresh start to my day--invigorating. But still not fun. Mostly did it cause well, I signed up for my first marathon the day after I got fired from a job, so really I wasn't in the best frame of mind, and the seccond marathon just seemed like the next thing to do.

You see, I come from a family of runners. Mom does about 3 or so marathons a year. Uncle does a few marathons, a couple fifty milers and a 100 mile race yearly. (Yeah, makes me tired just typing it.) Brother and sister-in-law just ran the moab half last weekend. I should have no excuse. Except I do. My theory is, you are either born with a long-distance running body or you aren't. I'm not. They are. This is okay by me. At first it used to bug me. Why was I always the injured one? Why does it seem like everyone else is enjoying themselves, and I'm wishing I were in a Lazy boy eating nachos?

Really. I don't regret running my marathons. Some of my most precious memories stem from early morning runs up millcreek, or out with the ladies gabbing. But long-distance running just isn't my thing. . . anymore. I'd much rather play softball, a game of sand volleyball or even get on the stair master. Running just takes me right back to high school when I used to goof off at practice and Coach Long would make me run around the field ten times. Sucked then, and would still suck now. (Except for one time when she wasn't looking I jumped in the bushes, and she didn't even notice. I only had to run one lap. Sure I have a scar the size of a hotdog on my thigh still to this day, but I got out of running nine laps. Totally worth it.)


Okay, so this post does have a point. I swear. The point is, I hope I have clearly stated just exacly how much I dislike running. If it isn't clear, let me just say, that I despise it. Sure I like the way I feel after, but during, I feel like vomiting and cursing whoever thought up running in the first place. So, anyways, my dear Hubs runs marathons (without training mind you) and it doesn't even phase him, and he also is a sucker for team events. So, after he ran the Ragnar Relay last year with my brother Dave he decided to start his own team through his work. Only problem is, well, not alot of chicks in commercial real estate, so guess who got signed up? Yeah. Me. I actually found out via e-mail from Ragnar themselves. Thanks for the heads up Hubs. I mean, sure he had mentioned it once or twice in passing, quickly moving onto the next subject of course, but I didn't think he was serious. Well he was folks.


So where does that put me? Officially training for a race. A 170 mile race. Good thing I only have to run like 4-6 miles 2 or three times. I'm thinking I can handle 4-6 miles. But three times? Let see, six times three is, aaakkkk! 18 miles. I think I might throw Hubs out the window. And his little Ragnar Relay Race team out with him.


So, back to the point of this post. Anyone intersted in running with me? I do have an ipod, but it's just funner running with someone else. Anyone else training for this, or another dumb race? If so, please holla at me so I can train with somebody. I know you are probably thinking that I'd be a barrel of fun, given this post, but I promise to not complain. . . too much. And if I don't train well, and I get too tired while I'm running the race, I can just jump in a nearby bush right? No one will ever notice.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

SOMETHING IN THE WATER


Okay so there must definetly be something in the water, because it seems like just about everyone I know is pregnant.
Melissa M.
Amy D.
Dayna M.
Suzannah W.
Heather W.
Katy S.
Stacie G.
Kristin H.
Brianne W.
Jill S.
I am officially switching to Chocolate Milk.

Monday, March 10, 2008

BLOG, er BRAG

So today after my workout at the gym, I go to pick my kids up from the kids care just like any other day.

Then it happens, something I thought I'd never hear.

The lady checking us out says, "Your little boy is so sweet. He has such a calming affect on all the other kids."

And I was so sure she wasn't talking to me, that I actually turned around to see who she was talking to. Hmmm. No one there. Wierd. I look up and say, "Are you talking to me?"(Now, don't get me wrong, I love Thing 1, but let's be honest here. He isn't exactly known for his calming abilities. In fact, I would say it is quite the opposite. ) And she says, "Yes, he is so sweet to the other kids and especially his sister."

Well, you shoulda seen this proud mama's smile. I'm sure it went from ear to ear. I had to just bask in the awesome-ness of the moment for a minute. I don't think any care-giver ever has said such nice things about Thing 1. Ever. Ever. In three years. Ever. I had to sear this memory into my head, and then post it pronto, cause I'm not so sure this type of thing will ever happen again, so I had to document it for proof.

Pretty much the only thing that would have made this moment better was if there had been another mother, or child or anyone there to hear. Just for once I have a good kid. Which automatically means I'm a winner as a parent right?

I just still am in total shock. And I was so happy with Thing 1 that I almost took him right then and there for an ice cream cone (the ultimate in his world), but then I remembered it wasn't even ten o'oclock yet. So instead they each got a tic-tac.

Man, today has been a good day.

Sunday, March 9, 2008

AMY IS FIERCE!

If you watched even a half minute of Bravo's hit Project Runway, then you MUST CLICK HERE.


Your daily giggle, courtesy of SNL. Enjoy!







Saturday, March 8, 2008

MOAB HALF


A little shout out to all my homies running this thing as I speak, er type.
Trisha, Stacie, Sally & Dave hope you have a great race!
GOOD LUCK!

Thursday, March 6, 2008

ON A LIGHTER NOTE


So today at Costco while we are eating our lunch. Thing 1 leans over next to me and says, "Mom, that guy has no hair!" Uh, embarrassing. So I'm sure my face was bright red, and I look over and sure enough the guy is bald. But it doesn't look like he heard, so I just pretend I didn't either. Well, that wasn't my most brilliant move, cause Thing 1 decides to shout at the top of his lungs, to be sure I hear this time (unfortunately, along with the bald man, and everyone else at Costco), "MOM! THAT GUY HAS NO HAIR!" Ummm. Again, my face is even redder. He just looks over and smiles, and his wife giggles and says, "yep, your right." Thing 1 looks at me and says, "Just like uncle Eric." (shout out to Hoboken!)
Well, this is true. Then on the way home, we had a whole conversation about hair falling out, (which is pretty difficult to explain by the way, at least to a three-year old) which was too lengthy to post, but high-freikin-larious. Man Thing 1 cracks me up! :)

one SHITTY day


OH MY GOOD HECK! I AM HAVING THE WORST DAY EVER!
It all started last night around 7:30 when Thing 1 decided to get the apple juice out of the fridge by himself. But lets remember he is only three, and well, could only barely reach the juice, which he did, but it being full, he couldn't quite hold it, and crash, splash and smash. Yep. An entire enormous Costco-size apple juice all over my brand new floor. And what's worse? No sink/faucet to clean it up with. Sent thing 1 and 2 to their respective rooms so I could clean up without having them walk through it, and spent a good 1/2 hour cleaning up apple juice over my ENTIRE kitchen. Put Thing 1 and 2 to bed, then came to finish cleaning. Soaked through like 10 towels, then tried mopping out of the bathtub. And anyone who has ever even cleaned up apple juice from a leaky sippy will let you know that it is next to impossible to clean it up completely. And that's just a sippy. And well, an entire jug? Yeah right. And well, lets just say this morning, things are a bit sticky. Walking through my 80% done kitchen is really fun. Stick, squeak, stick. And now since I've had workers in and out all morning, the stick has been spread through the entire house. I am so frustrated not having a sink. I'm ready to personally strangle my contractor. AHHH!
Then the fun continued on this morning. Found out Thing 1's hearing aid was busted. Yep, $2,000. And at the perfect time. Over budget already on the kitchen, so whats another two grand? Anyone seen Dan in Real Life? Put it on my tab.
But turns out it doesn't matter that the one aid is busticated. Cause I went into Thing 1's room and well, lets just say most kids cut their hair when they get a hold of a pair of sissors. Well, not my little gem. He ended up cutting up his ear molds. And I just got new ones like literally 3 days ago! Another 70 buckaroos down the drain. Put it on my tab.
So Thing 1 had to go to school without his aids. Ended up not being a good idea cause he couldn't hear what was going on, so he wouldn't participate in anything. Got really mad and cried for a while. Made me feel super bad. I just hope the consequence of going without aids to school for a few hours will be enough to make him back away from the nail sissors next time he gets any crazy ideas.
Then, well, I pick him up from school, run to Costco to try and fix the molds, and Thing 1 remembers he left his shark at school. (The one that I told him he couldn't bring by the way.) That little sneak snuck it into his backpack. While Lowell is trying his magic with the molds, I get the kids some lunch. Thing 2 decides to spill her smoothie everywhere. I swear that girl just can't resist a mess. Again, mopping up another mess, this time with one-ply napkins. Fun times. Go pick up the molds, and Lowell was able to fix them. Hooray.
Don't you for a minute think my luck had changed. The worst is yet to come.
Pick up the dang shark. Head home to get the kids down for naps, put them down and well, how do I say this without totally embarrassing myself? Well went downstairs for a little, er, quiet time. Did my thing. Flush. And well, the stuff goes down, and the water starts coming up like normal, except it's not stopping. Just keeps coming and coming. And as much as I'd like to take credit for a poop that was big enough to flood my basement, I just don't think that it's possible. My theory is one of the guys working on our house must have had their own little quiet time (and pushed out a discovery gateway sesame street sized poop) just before I did. I run upstairs grab the plunger, get downstairs and the water is all the way to the stairs. I KID YOU NOT! I try plunging. It's not helping. The water is pouring out of there, like it's been held hostage. SO MUCH WATER! So out of complete frustration, I give up and call for help. One of the nice guys working on our kitchen runs down, shuts off the water (good to know you can do this) and at this point I am totally, and completely mortified because I'm sure the bathroom didn't smell, well, it's best. Um, yeah. Then another guy comes and does some serious plunging. I'm talking chug-a-chug-a-chug, for a good 45 seconds, and magically the water goes down. He should be a professional plunger-man by the way he did that. Thank the Lord though for his special gift. And I'm still embarrassed. Three guys, looking at me, and my flooded basement. All very well knowing how this happened. I bet they were laughing so hard on the inside. Ah well, maybe they were impressed? Everyone poops ya know. There is even a book that says so. Yes, even the Pope. Mother Theresa, Ghandi, Condaleeza Rice. They all poop. I'm not so sure however they have the honor of saying they've flooded their basements, but nevertheless, they do poop. I'm sure I'm the only one with that honor, er, mortification.
But then, all I have to do is take a look to my right, and my mortification is instantly replaced with frustration. Water everywhere. I officially flooded my basement by pooping. I guess maybe I need to lay of "The Rio" for a while? Embarrassed and frustrated. All that's left to do is laugh. And laugh. And grab some towels. Too bad I used most of them the night before on the juice incidence. Oh man. Grab some Bounty paper towels. And you know how their commercial says, "No job, too tough?" Well, I found one that is.
So, well I've spent the last hour mopping up my entire basement with towels. About now, I'm wishing I had one of those wet/dry vacs. And as much as I love my Dyson, unfortunately it wasn't built for this type of disaster. Now, I am exhausted. Filled my tub up with soapy water for the second day in a row, and have been running up and down the stairs trying to mop up the mess. Trying desperately look on the bright side, I'm hoping I've at least burnt a few more calories than normal with all the scrubbing, and mopping and running up and down the stairs I've done in the last 24 hours. But at least most of the water is up. Now I just have a mountain of towels the size of Everest. Yay. Laundry. This should keep me busy for the next 10 days.
Will this day ever end? Because really, I'm officially out of towels, and patience.

Wednesday, March 5, 2008

FIERCE, FIERCE, FIERCE!

You knew this was coming. So lets get to it!


Okay, first off, how FIERCE was the finale? It was totally sick, right?. Let's digest each designer and their fabulous collections.


Jillian: Okay, as much as I have enjoyed Jillian throughout the entire season, I just have to say, I wasn't all that impressed. I agreed 100% with the judges when they said she had a very disjointed collection. Lots of good ideas, but no focus. Plus, okay now I might just be the biggest bitch ever for saying this, but is Jillian for real? What a complete bore. I seriously felt myself dozing off everytime they would interview her. Reminded me of Ben Stein. Anyone? Anyone? Anyone?


Rami: I have to say I loved his collection. I have no idea what the judges were talking about when they said Rami has "color issues." I personally love jewel tones, and think everyone looks good in them. And I agree that his weaving was genius. But the drapery I have to say did get a little old. And he even threw in a piece he'd already made on the show, and to be frank, I didn't like that. Felt like he was cheating. But the last two dresses? Speechless. He should join Vera Wang in the wedding dress department pronto.


And last but certainly not least, Christian: Okay, if I hear him say FIERCE one more time I'm gonna take his little skinny jeans and strangle him with them, but not before I give him a good noogie to mess up his perfectly coifed hair. Ahh. But his clothing? Sooooo fantastic. And pretty much I knew the minute I saw Victoria Beckham was the guest judge he would win. I mean, she is so over-the-top-crazy with her wardrobe that I just knew she would love his stuff. And she did. (Side note: I saw a picture of Vicky B at target this week, in a t-shirt and jeans!)But seriously, that last champagne/brown feather dress? AH-MAY-ZING! Like wearable art. Seriously. I think though, Victoria said it best when she said his collection was MAYJAH.


So, three cheers to Christian. I really hopes he buys himself a new apartment, and then a new bed. Sleeping in the closet is so not fierce.


But mostly I feel sad, because my favorite TV show ever is now officially off the air. Boo! I guess I will just have to wait till next season. Until then:


Alvedisay!

Monday, March 3, 2008

COSTCO FUN

I was wondering today, why it is I even leave my house.


Somedays it really is a joke. Like today for instance.


After a fun morning playing at Cannon & Jack's house, and a super-duper yummy lunch at "The Rio" (managing only to spill 2 drinks.) We head down to Costco to pick up the new hearing aid molds. You see, Thing 1 lost one at the gym. And as mad as I was, I had to at least be grateful it wasn't the entire hearing aid. Seventy bucks verses a thousand. Hmmm. I'll take seventy thanks.

Anyways get to Costco. Find that I've left my wallet at home (you have got to be kidding me. Who does that?). So we go to pick up the aids. But Lowell is not there. So we wait. And wait. And let me tell you, waiting anywhere with two kids under 3 really isn't to be recommended. My kids have a wait threashold of about 35 secconds. And you see, I would've just gotten a cart, but I forgot my wallet, so I thought I'd just be running in and out for the molds I'd already paid for (thank heavens). Well after a good five minutes, which woulda been totally fine if I was by myself, but I wasn't. So basically it seemed to feel like a good long hour. Almost lost Thing 1. Found him down in the bakery. Just about killed him with my death stare. Grabbed him and headed back to the Hearing Center. No Lowell yet. Decide to take my crazies on a little walk. Thing 2 starts screaming because she wants to play follow the leader, except she wants to lead. So we let her lead. Only this takes way too long. And was a bad idea all around. Finally get back to the Hearing Center. Lowell is there. Yay! But Thing 1's molds? Um yeah. Pink again. You'da thought I'd learn by now not to order red. But when we had them made, red is what Thing 1 insisted upon. And the worst part? Cam sees them and says, "Yes! Pink aids!" Hubs will love this. Open the bag with the molds. Oops. They made two righties, and no lefties. Have to go in and have another mold made. Just can't seem to win today. Thing 2 is now screaming at the top of her lungs: "I AM MAD!" Really? I would never have guessed. Good thing we were in a sound proof booth. I know Lowell was hating me, but hey, he lost the happy window my kids had when he was off wherever and we were waiting for him. Finally finishes molds. We leave. Hoping never to ever return.


Taking two kids out, even for a simple errand? Just simply isn't worth it some days. But hey, at least now we have two pink righty ear molds. Yay.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

A LITTLE THEORY ON LOST

So, did anyone else out there love the last Lost episode as much as I did? I have to say that the producers for Lost are really redeeming themselves this season. They are going at a pretty consistent pace as far as answering questions, and forming new ones in each episode. But they are not making things so out there and unbelievable and unrelated to previous episodes that you lose interest (which has happened in past seasons I have to admit).


But this season just plain rocks. Now, for those of you out there who Love lost and all the theories that go along with it you MUST (yest that is all caps, bold and italicized)check out this site. And please note, the author made this site back before season 4 even aired, and most importantly before the last episode. Now, fair warning friends, it is lengthy in theory, but quite interesting in my opinion, and perfect reading to help pass time, if you are for instance, watching someone hang blinds.


Although it is a bit confusing, he lays out his entire theory bit by bit. Complete with a link of FAQ as well as a link for rebuttals, and another for evidence supporting his theory. And even if you don't believe or agree with his theory, you have to admit that it is pretty good thinking, and he does answer every single question and situation (at least enough to my liking). And if you are Mr. or Mrs. Smartypants, and have one you think he missed, you can post it to his message board or e-mail him and he will update the FAQ's since he updates his site regularly.


I've never really gotten into the whole Dharma Initiative stuff, and the other websites created all about Lost, but this one I found particularly interesting. Can I just say that this is by far the best show on TV right now? So completely and totally different than anything else out there. Not a lawyer show, or doctor show, or a reality show (no offense Project Runway and Survivor). A total breath of fresh, if yet confusing, air. And I must say even though I am bummed that we will be only getting a half season this year (due to the writers strike), I am thoroughly looking forward to three more seasons of confusing, yet intriguing episodes of LOST.


So anyways check it out here if you like!

AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO FINDS THIS FUNNY?

Rumor has it that JLo and Mark Anthony just named their twins Max and Emme. Are they for real? Maybe I'm the only one who watches Dragon Tales, but I guess thats what happens when you have two toddlers. Max and Emme. Oh man.


I guess, at least it's not apple. Or Cocoa. Or Orange. It could be worse.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MADRE!


Happy, happy birthday Mommy dear. Happy days will come to you all year. If I had one wish then it would be, a happy, happy birthday to you from me!
Happy Birthday Mom! Did you know you share a birthday with Ron Weasley? What a lucky girl!

ABRA KADABRA!


Attention: Spoiler Altert

Okay, so if you guys have been wondering why my posts have been few and far between ever since I got home from my vacation, it's because I have been spending every bit of spare quiet time engrossed in Harry Potter.


Now, to be honest I didn't want to give into the whole Harry trend. I thought, how good can the books be? I mean they are children's books after all. And really, I wasn't all that into fantasy books. But after reading the Twilight series I had a change of heart. Litereally. After falling head over heals for a vampire, I thought surely I could give witches and wizards a chance.


And ya know what? I am so glad I did. I haven't been able to put them down. They are absolutely fantastic! Now I finally understand what the rage is all about. J.K. Rowling is a genius if you ask me. How wonderful would it be to write a series of books like that? All completely made up and imaginative? Maybe the reason I loved them so much is that I've always wanted to write professionally. And specifically young adult fiction. I've pretty much loved to read ever since I could. Connecting with characters so different than me and my life. Being able to go and experience other "people's" experiences and the different places and situations. I just basically love to read. And series books? Even better. You know I read every one of those dang Babysitter Club books when I was a kid. Little House on the Prarie. Amelia Bedelia. Nancy Drew. Those are some serious classics. I am so grateful my parents instilled in me a love of reading and the joy that can come from it. And that love of reading has spilled over into a love of writing.


Now let me be sure you understand. You see, I didn't love writing in high school, or even in college when I had too. No, this love came much later. I think after I had children and learned that it could be a creative outlet. You see, I'm of the opinion that it is vital for all people, but women in general, to be creative everyday. I have found that even a few minutes of creative writing a day can get me out of my life, and into the world of possibility.


Okay, anyways, so back to Harry. Can I just tell you that with each book I have loved getting to know all of the characters. Harry and his courage and bravery. Ron's constant devotion, Herminoe's brilliance and uncanny ability to think quick on her feet. Hagrid's love of magical creatures and honest belief in all things being created equal. Snape and his true devotion, All the Weasley's and their lighthearted look on life, and even Dumbledore (may he rest in peace) and his wisdom in all things.


So I just finished book 6 and am now on the final book in the series. So I just wanted to let you all know that my posts might thin out again for a while, while I get my closure with Harry.


Happy Reading!