FLASHBACK FRIDAY vol. 3 1980 rocked

Found this photo and even though it's a bit tattered, thought it was a fun one. This is me with my two older brothers. DP is on the left in the three-piece suit & sweet bow tie, and the toe head on the right is E. Having two young children myself, I have no earthly idea how the photographer got us all to sit so still. And don't you just love my red leather mary janes? I gotta say, buying shoes (for me or my kids) is one of very favorite things to do. Must have got this curse from my mother. Thanks mom.

IN CASE YOU MISSED IT

BARACK - YOU ROCK!

POLITICS IN THE PARK

Who: Obama & You

What: Convention Night Friends & Family Picnic (Convention Watch Party)

When: Thursday August 28th @ 6pm (Speech starts approx 8pm)

Where: Canyon Rim Park 3100 E. 3100 S.

Why: Why not?

How: Walk, ride, or drive to get there, then sit, listen and enjoy.



Watch Obama’s historic acceptance speech live from Denver on a giant outdoor movie screen. Bring your picnic baskets, coolers, blankets and games for a party under the stars at Canyon Rim Park. The celebration begins at 6 pm Sen. Obama's speech is scheduled for approx 8 pm. Make a homemade sign to show your support. T-shirts, yard signs, bumper stickers, buttons, sodas and snacks will be available for small donations. Bring balls, games, frisbees and get to know other Obama supporters. Please pass this invitation on to fellow Obama supporters.




Well, I was going to have a little viewing party that evening at my house, but then I remembered all my friends are republicans. So, maybe I'll head on over to the Park. Sounds like a fun way to watch the speech. Gotta love living in 'the rim'. Any other Salt Lake Dems out there wanna tag along?

GOOD MORNING

It's a quiet morning around 6:15 a.m.

Me: Dead asleep.

Hubs: Dead asleep.

Thing 2: Dead asleep.

Thing 1: (at the very top of his lungs, might I add) ER-ER-ER-ER-ERRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!


Hubs: giggles

Me: no giggling. More of a puzzled thought about when we purchased a rooster.


And so our morning began. Hope you're all having a good one.

CANCER IS A FUNGUS?

THIS IS FASCINATING!

FLASHBACK FRIDAY vol. 2 Mill Hollow

The girls at Mill Hollow they say are mighty fine. . .



Okay, so I found this picture, and even though it's a bit dark I decided it was too priceless to pass up. At my elemetary school they had a week long camp you could go to called Mill Hollow. And you could go in 5th & 6th grades. It was a camp suppossed to be all about nature and stuff, but honestly I don't remember any of that crap. What I do remember is my awesome bunkmates, the freezing showers, the sweet 6th graders only dance, awesome bonfires at night, and more boondogle than you can imagine. I have so many stupid boondogle key chains from Mill Hollow at my parents house it's ridiculous. I should sell them. I could make some sweet dough.


So the beauties in this photo from L to R are:

Courtney Wood (haven't seen this chick in over 10 years. Wonder what she's up to.) Mary (a.k.a Mauz ) Bentley, Sara Reiser, Aubrey Bolingbroke, yours truly, Emily Bench and laying across our laps is Britany Bench (my bunk partner). Jody Rosander is taking the picture.


Dude, 6th grade & Mill Hollow rocked.

IT'S A JUNGLE OUT THERE

Are you tired of me yet? One more good thing about the headache being gone. Lots o'bloggin due to the way even the slightest pinch of caffine can keep me awake for weeks.



Okay, so last weeks ep had guest judge Brooke Shields. The challenge was to have the designers, make something for her character on Lipstick Jungle, a show which I've never seen. I'm sure this would have been much more interesting had I been a viewer of said show, but I've never been into spin-offs. Even if it is Sex In The City spin-offs. There just never as good as the original, ya know?


Anyways. So this whole ep for me was kinda lame. I wasn't at all impressed with any of the outfits really. Kieth did get a bit of airtime, so that's good. But he's kinda boring. He's the Jillian of this season, right? Just plain boring. But the best line from the whole show, which I was frickin' rolling on the ground laughing at was when Terri said about Suede, And I quote:

"I don’t know what he’s packin’ … balls or vajay-jay … but he needs to work that out ‘cuz I ain’t got no babies, ain’t nobody suckin’ on my titties … so please, man up."


What?! I mean come on. It doesn't get any crazier than that. Except maybe for Suede and his antics.

Here are the dresses of the week:

The winner:This is Kieth and Kenley's dress. All Kieth's design. It's just eh for me. I really like the skirt though. But the top? Those butterfly sleeves just seem so 1999 to me. And that scarf? Please. Nothing new or shocking. Nothing says top designer about this to me. But then again, I'm no Michael Kors.

The auffed:

Again, eh. I can see where Nina was coming from when she called it trashy, but really I've seen worse. I'm sad to see Kelli go, although I didn't think she was going to win it all anyways, so I guess now is a fine enough time to get the boot. I did think it was a bit tacky for Kenley to laugh at Daniel's claim of himself having fabulous taste. Apropo, but tacky.

And who should have been auffed:

Seriously Blaine? Does this say "fashion icon" to you? Looks more like something you'd see at H&M or Forever 21. Cheap, and way too casual. Now, I think he could have made this look alot more classy and sophisticated had he just used better fabric. A rich chocolate brown short with a crisp white or Navy button down with a pop of red t underneath. Something better than grey and blue at least. He just missed the mark.

But classic was when the designers were asked in the interviews who they thought the fashion icon guest judge might be, and Stella (and her letha) picked Hilary Clinton and Sharon Osbourne. Seriously? Fashion icons? Um yeah.

So, that's all my thoughts for now about PR. I'm sure we'll get another fab episode tonight with the drag queens. Gonna go catch a few more zzzzs before my kiddos are up in a two hours. Yay.

HOW TO IDENTIFY A CONVERT

Okay, so there is something I'd like to blog about today which I find very troublesome. It's been bothering me since, well, pretty much the late eighties. But the straw that broke the camel's very tired, very irksome back, was a few Sundays ago. Let me set the scenario.


It's a typical Sunday. We've barely survived the passing of the sacrament (only spilled one cup this week--yay), have taken each child potty. twice. Are just settling in for a nice pair of "new-move-in" talks, when it happens. Not two minutes into the new girl's talk she does it. Something that bugs me almost as much as Nicole Kidman (whole other post). The new girl makes a "Mormon joke." And not just any Mormon joke, cause really, some actually are funny, she makes the Mormon green jello joke. It goes something like this. New girl from Jersey: "Thanks to all the neighbors who've dropped by plates of cookies, and treats. We are learning to love Utah, and just how strongly you all feel about your green Jello." Crowd: "ha, ha, ha."


Okay, now really people. I check my watch. Yep, still 2008. Now, I'll be the first to admit that growing up every Sunday without fail, my mother made jello for dinner. Now, it wasn't always green, but a fair amount of the time it was. Only she tried to make it actually nutritious by putting applesauce in it. I honestly didn't know that jello was see-through till I was like 14, and had jello at a friends house for dinner. I was so pissed. My mom had been royally screwing up a good thing for more than a decade now for no apparent reason. Other than health. Pfshh. Health shmealth. Jello need not be healthy.


Anyways, yes I grew up in Utah. Yes, I'm a Mormon. Yes, I ate green Jello in the eighties like it was nobodies business (cause I had too). But NO, I do not find the green jello joke funny. Especially, when it's coming from a transplant, who did not grow up in Utah, and has actually never even tasted it. See-through or otherwise. I mean, come on. The joke was funny like 15, maybe 10 years ago when people actually received green jello in dinners from the relief society. But really, when was the last time you received a meal from a Mormon with Jello in it? Cause, I've had two kids, and believe you me, I milked those free meals as long as those ladies were willing to dish out. And after six months* of free meals, after both kids, I can honestly say I did not receive a single jello side dish. And no floating veggies, or fruits or anything.



And furthermore. I haven't had jello even at a linger-longer or ward function in over ten years. And we all know how much Mormons like to get together and mingle, so I'd say, that really saying something. So, I must ask, rather beg, that the green jello jokes stop already. The poor innocent food item has endured enough bad jokes. Not to mention my ears. And I'm fairly certain there won't be any letters read from the pulpit anytime soon about banning green jello jokes, so people, can we please at least stop laughing at them? I mean, when a seemingly innocent convert, or move-in ( stormin Mormon from another Zion) makes the joke from the pulpit, it will really say something if we all just sit and stare and not laugh. Don't you think? People, we need to unite on this issue. Really now. Kristina don't you at least agree? Don't you agree that along with the banning of old white dudes from Utah saying "Alooooooha" at the beginning of their testimonies, we should also ban the green jello joke? (p.s. if you are Mormon, or alive really, and are not reading her blog. Then I feel sorry for you. Cause it's fan-freaking-tastic.)



I realize we can't erase the past. The polygamists bruhaha will always be with us. But surely we can rid ourselves of the green jello stigma. I know it's gonna be hard with all those green jello 2002 Olympic pins floating around out there. But we can do it people. We can unite as non-converts. We can ban the green Jello jokes forever.



Can I get an Amen?







*sarcasm people.

IN MEMORY OF. . .

The saxophonist of pretty much my favorite band ever passed away yesterday. This is the blurb taken from their website today.

08/19/2008
We are deeply saddened that LeRoi Moore, saxophonist and founding member of Dave Matthews Band, died unexpectedly Tuesday afternoon, August 19, 2008, at Hollywood Presbyterian Medical Center in Los Angeles from sudden complications stemming from his June ATV accident on his farm near Charlottesville, Virginia. LeRoi had recently returned to his Los Angeles home to begin an intensive physical rehabilitation program.

I've been to many DMB concerts in my life. One time we even road tripped it to Cali to see them perform. And the show was killer as always. And LeRoi gave some of his best sax solos ever. That man can play. Seriously the sax is such a strong part of the creative sound of DMB. Take a listen at one of his famous solos. It's the song #41. If ya don't have 10 minutes for a little DMB you can fast forward to about 4 minutes in. He gives a killer almost 3 minute solo.

Rest In Peace LeRoi. Thanks for all the good tunes.

BORED SILLY

The good news: My headache is gone.

Bad news: It's currently 3:24 a.m. Yeah, tomorrow is pretty much gonna be awesome.

MY DEEP DARK SECRET

So, in case you weren't sure if I am a crappy mom or not, your suspicion on the matter can officially be confirmed by the fact, that up until a few days ago, Thing 1 was still using a pacifier. Yep. There. I said it. Out loud. Well, sort of. My deep, dark secret out for the entire blogging world to know. My almost four-year-old still uses a binki.

I knew I wasn't doing my kid any favors by allowing the binki, but you know, it's just one of those things that aren't great for your kids, but you let them have it anyways. Kinda like letting them watch 'Yo Gabba, Gabba', drink only chocolate milk, and have Cinnamon toast crunch for breakfast everyday. You know it's not the best for them, but they love it, so you give it to them anyways. Well, doctors, dentists, my brothers, pretty much everyone that knew, was telling me to get that kid off the paci. I mean, it's not like he had it during the day or anything. (I'm not that horrible) Just at night. And naps. Pretty much only in his bed while he was sleeping. Hence the name: "nigh, nigh". And oh how this messed up his teeth. Total paci smile. Big ole gap between his top and bottom teeth that I'll be paying thousands of dollars later to fix. Yay for me. Sucks for him.

Yeah, so I knew it wasn't right that a 3 year old still had a binki, but what cha gonna do? I mean, really what it comes down to is laziness. No surprise there. I know I'm lazy. I'll admit it. I'd much rather sit and watch a good reality show than go hiking. So sue me. Anyways. . .There was always a vacation, or a plane ride or something coming up that we needed those darn pacis for. And honestly? I'd heard such nightmares about kids having them taken away, that I just thought it would be easier if he had them forever. I mean, it's not like he's going to go off to college with them right? I really thought the kid would have outgrown them by now all on his own. That way I wouldn't have to be the mean mom. Yeah, not so much.

So, I thought up this plan. I told him that 4 year olds don't have pacis. And that if he wanted to get any presents on his birthday he needed to throw the pacis away FOREVER. And you want to know his reaction? He said, "Okay mom. Big boys don't have paci's. They are for babies." UhHH, What? No screaming, or whining or anything? Wow. Well, sure he says that he's fine with it now, but we'll see how he acts once the day finally arrives.

So, I'd been talking this up for a good month or so. To prepare myself, as much as him, and then finally the day arrived. The night before his birthday. And I was really geared up. Ready for a fight. Ready to remind him of the presents that would await him. Ready for his whining and crying and his big to-do.

And he did. He cried for a total of two and a half minutes. Are you kidding me? Then he went to sleep and hasn't asked or thought about his pacis since. Seriously. I. should. have. done. this. ages. ago. All that mommy guilt about havin the only three-year old alive still on the binki. Embarrassing. And for what? Heck, I woulda taken him to the toy store a year ago, if I'd known how easy it woulda been to bribe him off of his binki addiction.

Yeah. Still mom of the year. I'm proud to say that I'm not above bribing. That's good parenting right? Hey, at least he's off the paci. One crappy parenting issue at a time please. Remember I'm lazy. Oh, and happy birthday Thing 1. I love you, and your wacked-up-paci-teeth-smile.

50%

Hey there peeps!

Okay, so I'm not sure if it's because of my self-proclaimed pessimism or not, but it really is amazing to me, that pretty much every time Thing 2 goes to put on her undies she gets them on backwards. You would think that with fifty/fifty odds of getting it right, that she would now and again. But no. Seriously, every time she puts on a fresh pair they end up with a bunch in front and two little cheeks hanging out the back. Now you would think that it wouldn't feel very great, and she would change them, but it's almost as if she prefers them that way. Why else would she put them on wrong every time? I just don't get it. Never really had this problem with Thing 1. Boys undies are a little more obvious. Oh well, I guess eventually we will get our undies on the right way, and our shoes on the correct feet. Someday.

Until then . . .

it's wigidy, wigidy, wigidy, wigidy wack.

FRIDAY FLASHBACK - vol. 1 MONSTER MASH

Okay, so I've seen Flashback Fridays on other blogs and I absolutely love them and always wanted to do them myself. But since I was stuck in the nineties and the last person on the planet who didn't have a scanner, the fun just couldn't be mine too. But don't cry for me too hard cause now I have my brand spanking (well about a month old) new scanner and I've decided to go ahead and start my own little Friday Fun. Aren't you excited?


And frankly, I really needed to start things off with a bang. So I went downstairs and two minutes later I had this little beauty in my hands. Yes. This is a perfect way to kick of Friday Flashbacks.


Really. What better way to kick off the fun then to put up a High School dance picture? I mean, my dance pictures from High School have to be some of my funniest photos I own. Really. The people in them, the outfits, the goofy faces forever immortalized. So fun.


Okay, so this little pic was taken I believe (correct me if I'm wrong girls) my Junior year of H.S. at our annual Monster Mash dance held at Cottonwood. This was a multi-school dance and since me and my girlfriends are smart we decided to all go stagg (since it's girls choice) and see if we could meet some cute guys from the other schools. Only problem was, they all had dates. Yeah, we were pretty smart. I don't remember much else, besides that it was almost as much fun getting ready for the dance as actually attending. And in case you are blind or retarded, we decided to all go for a fun 80's theme. I like this picture cause it's one of the only pictures with ALL of my girlfriends from H.S. in it.


Okay, I'm gonna go ahead and try to name all the people. First names of course for anonymity's sake, and cause I just have a crappy memory.


Very back row: Joslyn, Some guy, Chris, and Jeremy. And for the record. I have no idea why these guys decided to jump in our picture. Lame-o.


Standing: Tracee (sweet leg warmers), and very close to her I'd like to point out is Sara, Heidi, Brooke, Cami, Stacie, Jodi, Crystal, Chelsea (who all look thrilled), and Mary blowing a sweet bubble.

Kneeling: Yours truly (nice profile right?), Ash, and Michelle.

Sitting: Jamie, Holly, Stacie, Jill (what is with the gum?), Cathi, and Abby.



Man, those are some sweet outfits. I laughed for a good five minutes after I found this. I have no idea why I was the only one not looking at the camera. And you can't really tell from my bad angle, but my hair was crimped to perfection. And yes, that is a rainbow sweatband, and a neon-green mesh see-through shirt. SA-WEET! Our outfits are hilarious. The three random guys are even funnier. Oh man. Those were the days.


And if any of these girls are reading this, HOLLA!! Eagle Pride 4-EVA! And I'm totally calling a Monster Mash reunion picture be taken this Halloween. 80's theme again and all. Anyone in?

HAGS!

AN OPEN LETTER

To my dearest in-laws and their family and children,

You all suck. At RSVPing that is. Why is it that whenever I send out a simple e-vite where all you have to do is click one button, yes or no, and send, it seems somehow that this is too hard? Welcome to 2008 people. RSVP already! I can clearly see that you all have viewed the invite. Now just reply! Click, click send and we are all happy campers. I'm not sure if you are all being rude, lazy or just waiting to see if something better comes up, but you all totally suck at RSVP-ing. So, GET ON IT ALREADY! The dang party is on Saturday people.

Most sincerely,

Amy


P.S. Thank you to Marijke who is the sole person from Hub's family to RSVP. You are fabulous.

P.S.S. Thanks to my family, who ALL RSVP'd the day they got their invite. That's they way to do it people.



P.S.S.S. If you are a loyal reader of my blog then you should clearly know where I stand on this issue. I've been on my RSVP soapbox many times and I won't bore you with another round today. Just know that it is polite and respectful to RSVP. Oh, and easy. And good karma. Need any other reasons? In the words of Nike, Just do it already.

ONO, ARE YOU SERIOUS?

Okay, again I know I am a little late for my weekly PR post, but since we've got a new ep airing tonight I thought better late than never. Well, some of you might disagree with that, but since I love all things PR and this is my blog, what I type goes. So there.


So, ep 4 was all about the Olympics. They had Olympic speed skater Apollo Ono on as the guest judge for the week. Who, by the way I once had dinner with at Porcupine Grille. Well, he was a table away, but still we ate at the Porcupine pretty much together since it was at the same time. and only one itty bitty table away. Right? Anyways, I thought Appollo was eh. Didn't thrill me, didn't bore me. In other words, we've had way better guest judges and way worse (i.e. Sandra).


So, their challenge for the week was to design outfits that could be worn by the athletes in the opening ceremonies. Seems easy enough right? Get a little sporty look going. Simple. Well, there was so much retro crap in this challenge it made me want to barf. So, we'll start with the ones I actually liked. Since there were only two.

First:

This is Leanne's, and I really liked it. Shorts for summer, and you got the whole Red, White and Blue thing going. Nice. Sporty, yet casual, yet chic. Winner in my book.

But the real winner was:

This look, by Korto. Which I liked as well. Sporty, casual, easy. Not so sure about the waist on those pants, (could cause some serious wedgies) but hey, at least it wasn't some retro shiz. I liked how she said, it's 2008. And I want to design for 2008. Not, 1928.

And then we have the worst. The lo-o-0-ser.

Does this scream Olympian to you? Well, it sure didn't to Nina & Michael either. Out.

And this:

Can you see an Olympian in a skirt like that? Give. Me. A. Break.

And this disaster:

Okay for reals. That hat? And leggins?


Even worse:

You didn't know Betty Boop was an Olympian cocktail waitress?
And this? Seriously, that bow around the neck? My mom was sporting that heavily in the eighties. Not so much anymore (thank heavens). There is a reason.
And as much as I like Kenley, seriously? An Olympian?

and the worst by far. Even worse than the one who went home:

This disaster of a number by none other than Stella. Seriously. She should have been sent home for the belly button cutout alone.

Ahh, so I was overall very un-impressed with the designers this week. I understand that they are trying to show their point of view as a designer, but the challenges are challenges for a reason. And if they say design for an Olympian than by all means design for an Olympian. Not a 1950's housewife. Jeez.

Okay, so I really hope this weeks ep is better, that Kieth might actually get some airtime, and that Stella will go home. Gotta love me some PR.

THE ENGINEER OF THE HOT TAMALE TRAIN

I realize I'm a little late with this post, but I wanted to wait till there was a clip. So, all you SYTYCD fans out there, were you dying or were you dying when Mary Murphy took the stage? I know I was. I was screaming. And laughing and hysterical. Hubs thought (rightfully) I'd gone insane. Mary Murphy dancing! Who woulda thought those fantastic legs were under that table and all that bling? She might be the most annoying judge ever in the history of judges. But the girl has legs. And man, can she dance.

Oh, yeah, and I guess I'm happy for Joshua. I really still feel like Will was robbed though. Especially after watching the finale. He was by far the best dancer.

DALHAUSSER IN THE HIZZOUSE

Okay, so is anyone else enjoying the Olympics this summer? Well, to be honest I haven't been watching a whole lot. And that's mostly because I hate how the Olympics are broadcast. You never know when the sports you like to watch will be airing. You tune in for Soccer, but instead you have to wait for two hours of badminton. Which by the way, I am totally watching next time it's on. If my parents had only got me into badminton I'm sure I could have been an Olympian too. Anyways, I have no more excuses for not watching the Olympics since I found this really cool thing here. You just type in your zip code and it will bring up the stations in your city airing the Olympics. Then pick a sport from the pull down menu, and WALLA. The sport you are looking for and the exact time it will be airing. Genius right?

Well, you might be wondering what that guy above has to do with this post. Well, let me tell you. His name is Dalhausser, and he is one half of the men's USA beach volleyball team. And he is fan-double-tastic. I watched them play this morning while I got my work out on, and it was awesome. Inspiring. I should watch the Olympics every time I work out. Then maybe I wouldn't look like I just had a baby. But yeah, Dalhausser was incredible. He was blocking the shizz out of the Swiss guys. He can jump like a gazelle and then just roof the net and bam. No way your getting that ball ova the net. And his hitting? Ya betta take cova!. (That is my crap-talking voice.) Seriously. It was awesome. They were playing so hard, and I could almost feel their adrenaline pumping through the screen. It was like I was in the elliptical Olympics. And I was totally awesome and winning. And yes, I am a retard.

But seriously, you guys gotta check out the Olympics. And specifically the men's beach volleyball. It's insane. Go team USA!

I'M BAAAAACK. . . .

Well, I just finished Breaking Dawn and it was exquisite. Really. It was absolutely perfect. I found myself reading in a very different manner than the last three. With those I started them, and then devoured. Reading straight for a day or day and a half and finishing. With this one, I found myself prolonging the start, and then often times putting it down in order to be able to in some odd way, draw out the story. Make it last longer if possible.


I've heard a bunch of haters out there already dogging the book. They say it was too weird. Well, heck - yes heck, what do you expect? The book is about vampires people. Fantasy. Not reality. Apparently, vampires and ware wolves aren't weird to them. Nor is falling in love with them. But some of the ongoings in Breaking Dawn are. Well, guess what? I thought it was fantastic. And perfect. And lovely. A perfect fantasy novel. I thoroughly enjoyed the beginning. Was in love with the middle, and thought her ending was perfect. And usually that is what I struggle with. Endings. But in this case, I thought it was great. Her mixture of writing suspense and fantasy is brilliant. There is so much more I want to discuss, and blog about - but I'm going to wait. Since I know so many of you have yet to read it. I'll give you people a month or so, and then I will discuss Edward, Bella and all of the new juiciness. So, you better get your read on. And if you want to borrow my copy let me know.


Edward + Bella 4-eva.

SHOCKS . . PEGS. . .LUCKY!!

Okay, so I have some thoughts about a fashion trend I came across today that seems a bit on the disturbing side. And it made me think of a post I did back in December of 2007. In which I pretty much said it all. So, because my other blog is private, I decided to copy and paste my thoughts about a certain fashion trend that I feel very strongly about, and my experience with it. If you've already read this post, sorry. But please scroll down and read today's thoughts on the subject. It will be worth it. I hope.



Okay, so I had to share with you a little experience I had a while back that I've been meaning to share with y'all.

So the other day I am out on my own, having my own little free-time, so where do I go? But none other than just maybe the best jean store on the planet. Well, maybe not on the planet, but definitely on 3300 South. It's called Urban Blues. Anyways. . .


Okay, now I know some of you were witnesses a few years back when I uttered words I should have known better than to utter. It started out with: Mark my words, I will never give into the ______ trend. In this blank you can put any word. For instance leggins, or maybe shoulder pads. But this time the blank was filled with skinny jeans. Now, let me just say that I grew up in the eighties and when I saw this trend was coming back, and not just on Mary-Kate and Ashley, but I mean really coming back, I had to give in.


So back to my story. I am at Urban Blues trying on jeans, not skinny ones mind you. (By the way, while we are here, can I just say that that name is such a misconception. They do not make you look skinny. In fact they make most people, short of Nicole Richie pre-pregnancy, look fat. )

Okay. So there I was trying on normal jeans, when the girl (and I mean girl) selling the jeans asks me if I've ever tried on skinny jeans. "No!" I almost say too loudly. Then she proceeds to tell me to try some on since I am so tall and have such long legs. (notice she did not say skinny. Which is what you need to be to wear these jeans.) So after much prodding I try them on. Well, they should have been called FAT JEANS THAT ARE 2 FEET TOO LONG JEANS. So, basically, I am standing there looking ridiculous, and trying to get her to see that they are really silly looking, seeing that I could mop the floor with the ends, and that's when she says it. Something that I thought I'd never hear again, something I haven't heard since about 1983. She says, "You should just peg them." Whoa joe. Backup. What did she just say? "Peg them?" I ask, like she's just said I should take them off and run naked down the street. And I say again,"Peg them? They are already pegged. They are skinny jeans." (mom that means, they are tight around your ankles) She just looks at me, like I'm a little bit special, and tells me that pegging means I should just roll them up under themselves. She then proceeds to tell me that usually these "skinny jeans"--(I'm now reverting to air quotes, no--real quotes, cause that name is just to deceiving) are worn with high heels, so they are made longer. Well, she should have told me that first, because no respectable mother with two kids is going to wear heels around all day. I mean, sure to church (which is funny cause I love heels, and have tonz of them, when really it's silly cause there are only 52 Sundays in a year) or maybe an occasional date out with Hubs, but lets be honest people, that ain't happening a whole lot with two crazy kids. I would never have even tried them on.


But you see the part that gets me is she was totally using the term "peg" wrong. And, me being who I am, I had to set her straight. I mean, come on people. She works in a jeans store. So I took the "skinny jeans" off, and went and got some flares, or boot cut jeans, and showed her how to really peg jeans. I showed her the whole process of folding the excess denim over tight and folding it up a few times till it stays. So you get that nice bubble look. That's when I'd knew I'd really done it. I look at her, and granted I do look absolutely ridiculous with my pants pegged standing there, but the look on her face was total and complete pity. Man in the matter of about 15 seconds I had aged myself to in her mind, like a dinosaur.

And the whole time I was thinking, how can she not know what "pegging" is? Did she miss the eighties or something? And that's when I realized the truth, "YES!" I mean, she was 15, maybe 16 on a good day. That would put her born in (carry the one, and add the six) 1990 or something. So yes, gasp, she did miss the eighties. It's a good thing I didn't actually say that out loud. Man I am old. But the worst part was the pity/crazy look. Don't pity me fool! I am proud to have lived through the eighties. Garbage pail kids, popples, wonderwoman, Carebares, Ghostbusters. These are all good things. Things she missed out on. And right then and there, I told her, "I can't get these jeans, or the "skinny" ones." And I actually felt bad for her. All these teenagers dressing in these faux 80s trends, when really they have no idea. Then I left.


And went home. And crimped my hair, slapped on some sticky wet n' wild pink lip stick, and white eye liner and pegged my jeans. I may not be 16, and I may not be wearing skinny jeans, but that's okay, cause I wore the ORIGINAL skinny jeans. The Peg. May it rest in peace. (original publish date of December 19 2007)


Well, now believe it or not, the peg, is not resting in peace. It is making a return!!! That's right people. Thanks to people like Katie:
And Rachel:
The peg is officially back. See photo below taken off of J.Crew's current website.

And I just don't know what to say. Some things are better left in the past right? I mean, I fought the skinny jean trend and survived and I think I'll probably leave this trend alone too. I'll leave it to those who weren't able to experience it the first time around. I'm pretty sure once was enough.


So, what are your thoughts? The peg has officially been revived. Thoughts?

YAY FOR ME

Pretty much the most fantastic thing ever has happened at our house. Thing 2 is finally potty trained!!!!

Yay! I can't believe my good fortune. She has been interested in it for quite some time since her older brother is peeing professional. So, last weekend we decided to just take away the diapers. And that was that. Way, way, way, way, way, easier than potty training Thing 1. Oh, the pooping drama I had with that kid. But not Thing 2. She is a pro. Sure, she had a few accidents, but really, so easy. She's even staying dry during naps, and at night. I can't believe my good luck.

I've waited a few days to share the news for good measure, and because I am superstitious, but she is officially a big girl. And I can't even tell you the joy this brings me. I have been smiling for about the last three days straight. After 4 years (between thing 1 & 2) of changing diapers, I can tell you that the toilet is a fantastic thing. Nothing brings me joy these days like seeing my little 2 year old sitting on the potty pushing out her poops. Woo hoo for the sewer! And really, woohoo for Dora undies. Those things must be made of magic.

HUBS

It's been seven years. And I've loved every minute. Happy Anniversary hubs!

MY LIFE IS NOW COMPLETE. . . WELL, ALMOST.

Just got Breaking Dawn on Saturday, and I'm about to go start it. So in other words, I'll see you in a few days. Finally, the final book. The saga between Edward & Bella will be complete. Just like my life will be once I finish reading it.



So, I guess I'll catch you on the flip side.



Oh - And you know there will be some serious blogging about my thoughts about Breaking Dawn and the series as a whole. So, if you don't want spoilers you better get your copy today and start reading too. And then we can pretend we are young adults. And become blogging BFFs and discuss the vampires. You know even you Twilight haters want to know what becomes of Bella. So your life can be complete too. So, now I'm going to go read, and pardon my vampire expression, devour, Stephenie Meyer's brilliance.



My only hope is that Edward bites into her neck already. And they can live happily ever after and have Mormon vampire babies.

IF YOU DARE. . .

OH MY HECK! Yes people, I said heck. Just got back from this sale. And it was RI-DONC-U-LUS. No other word can describe the craziness. Well, maybe complete mayhem might be better. Got there a little after 8, and the entire warehouse complex parking lot was full. Seriously. Then I got inside and me and oh, about 8 thousand other twenty somethings filled the warehouse shoulder to shoulder. And all for some cheap, cute clothes. Insanity. I actually went for a swim suit I have been eyeing for a while, but didn't want to spend $65 bucks on. Cause really, I'm way too cheap for that. But I squeezed my way through the throng, found my swimsuit, and because I'm a heathen, I butted in line and the very front and got outta there. When I went to checkout the line wrapped all the way around the warehouse inside--TWICE. No way I was standing in that line. So yes, I butted. Big time. And don't worry, I am aware of Karma, but luckily since I'm Mormon I don't have to worry about that. ;) So, got my $25 dollar swim suit, a tee-shirt ($15) and another suit top ($15) and I, to quote Stella, "got the f*@$k outta there." Got some good deals, but really. I spent longer walking to the warehouse, since I had to park a mile away, than I did actually inside. Luckily. Well, I guess that's what you get when you invite 4 million people to warehouse sale and then only have 4 checkers. What the Heck? Yes, heck. 4 CHECKERS!?!?!?


So, just wanted to give my readers the heads up about the sale. That's going on today until 5 (which is the time I woulda been there till if I hadn't butted). The deals are good. The warehouse is stiffling hot. The parking ridiculous. But, if you are like me, and can't resist a good sale. Then go if you dare. . . .

YOU MIGHT THINK DIFFERENTLY OF ME NOW, BUT. . . .

Does anyone else miss Gilmore girls? I saw this picture of little Rory all grown up going to her Sisterhood premire, and it just makes me miss her. May Gilmore Girls forever rest in peace.

AMY HATES SUEDE

Okay, so lets talk Project Runway for a moment if we may. So many things to discuss. But the first is: Amy would like to smack Suede across the face so he will stop being so dang annoying. I mean, it's one thing if you are balsy enough to talk about yourself in the third person and you totally back-up the craziness. But in Suede's case? Not. So. Much. I mean, really. No creativity whatsoever.

Next: Kenley. I love the way she thinks. So completely original and fresh. And she has a very strong point of view and sense of style. Plus, the girl can sew. And she doesn't talk about herself in the third person. Ten points to Kenley.

Sandra Bernhard. I don't want to sound judgemental, cause really, like the hymn says, who am I to judge another? But let's just let that hymn take a backseat for a moment, because we must discuss her face. What is up with it? Seriously. What did she do? And her stylist? Should be fired. That hair? Yikes! Oh, and Sandra? Don't try to one-up Nina. No one is as fierce as Nina. No one can make a designer cry like Nina. And no one is as unimpressed as Nina. Basically, putting down the designers in a "I'm too cool for school" way is totally Nina's thing. Don't mess with perfection.

Okay, for just a minute we need to discuss Blayne. Firstly, does anyone actually go tanning anymore? Don't they realize they could just smoke a cigarette and die faster? I mean really. The kid looks ridiculous. And then he starts messing with Tim, and I just wanted to smack him. Tim is not a two-year old. You can't make him say funny things and laugh at him. Tim Gunn is the man. Blayne is not. Recognize. (on a side note. I just read that Tim Gunn didn't get paid a dime to do the first season of PR. Can you believe that? And then for season two they only paid him $2500 an episode. Now, don't get me wrong. I'd take $2500 an ep, but Tim, the God of design? I don't think so.)

Kenley's winning design. The pattern is a little too funk-da-funk for me. But I do love the use of tulle (however you spell it.) Plus, it's original, and well fitted and made.
Emily. Emily. The loosing design. All I can say, is Tim warned you girl. Always heed the gunner.
And my personal fave. This is Leanne's dress. I really, really, really liked it. It looks fresh, clean, original, and totally wearable which I like. Sometimes these designers make things that only a model on a runway would/could wear. But this is just classic. And considering her mess of a design from last week, I was even more impressed.


I really feel like Jennifer just got lucky, cause that dress was fug. And Stella ("if you don't like it get the f*#$k outta here") is just plain tacky. Her style is so cliched. Biker/rocker/leather/grommet/fug is just so played out. Try something new Stella. Expand, and stretch and at the very least modernize the rocker.



So that's my two-cents. What's yours?