FLASHBACK FRIDAY halloween 2007

Hope you are all having a good one!

ENLIGHTENMENT, IF BUT FOR A MOMENT.

One of the things I absolutely love lately is having quiet bath time with my baby. It seems to be a wonderful time for us to talk. About everything from princesses (she enjoys their sparkles) to potato chips (she likes the salty crunch). About things that are important to her. We wiggle and giggle, and splash, and make bubble hair. It's what I picture heaven might be.

I know I won't always be able to have quiet bath time with her. I know one day she will grow, and the tub, unfortunately won't. I know one day she won't want to share every little detail of her existence with me. I know one day she won't think I'm that great. I know. Cause I've been there.

But today as we played, she noticed, for the first time, some things about her mommy that weren't exactly perfect. She noticed my scar on my chin, my thumb, and my upper thigh. She noticed my stretch marks and asked what they were. She poked the extra flesh of my belly, and asked about my owie there. In her most innocent way, she asked why her mommy wasn't quite perfect. And just exactly what these imperfections were, and how I'd gotten them.

And as I sat there and wondered exactly what was the best way to explain all my owies, I couldn't help but realize how completely perfect my daughter was. Not a single scratch. No scars to speak of. Just perfect, baby soft, smooth skin. And at first, I felt complete sadness. Sadness at the scars, and scratches and trips to the hospital that were SURE to come. I mourned her perfect little body. In that moment I wished, wished, with all my heart that she might always stay this precious and pure.

But then I thought of my scars, my wounds, and the lessons that were in a way, forever seared to my body. In that I suppose I might never forget. My chin and my thumb hold the lesson of safety. About the importance of paying attention, and not getting lost in my imagination. Which is easy to do. My thigh holds the lesson of not taking the easy way out. There is never an easy way out. My stretch marks remind me of a time in my life when I was struggling just to stay above water. And that I don't have to abuse my body to cope. And that extra flesh around my middle, that for so long held my shame, now, I see as a badge of honor. Like my cesarean section scar, that is an outward reminder of the pain, and joy that being a mother brings. The sacrifice. The self-less-ness. The love.

All these scars are a part of me, that I suppose as I get older, are beginning to mean more to me, than perfection. My wrinkles at my cheeks are from years of laughter, and my lines in my forehead, from summers spent in the sun.

The idea of getting old is becoming less and less something I fear, and more and more, something I'm learning to embrace. What does that mean, anyway? Old? I'm old to some. And young to others. But one thing is for certain.

By the end of our tub time this morning I had decided that life isn't all joy. Nor, would I ever want it to be. With it comes loads and loads of pain. Some physical, some emotional. Some barely even tolerable. But, every painful scar has made me a better person, taught me something about myself. In essence, made me who I am today. And you want to know what? I kinda like who I am. Sure, I have loads and loads to learn, and am anything but perfect, but for today, and probably just for today, I'm okay with where I'm at. The number on the scale. The number in my skirts. It just is. It's not who I am.

I ache for the pain both physical and emotional that inevitably will find my daughter. I pray for a cushion that might cradle her falls. I hope that her heartaches might be few. I crave for her to learn the tough lessons in life. To earn her scars. To grow and become the woman I know she is completely capable of being.

But mostly of all, I wish for her to one day be able to have a moment of enlightenment in a tub full of bubbles, where she too, can realize that experiencing pain in this life can lead to happiness and joy.

HELP!

So, I've said it before, and I'll say it again; one of the best things about blogging is being able to get reader reviews and recommendations of products and services. Because really, who knows better than someone who has actually used the product or service, right?

And now, I am asking, ever so politely, for you all to pretty please, pretty please, comment and let me know who your favorite local (SLCers) photographer is. Have you had a session taken with you or your family/children that you LOVE? If so, who took those pretty little pictures?


Thank you, thank you. I'm sure you will get a blessing in heaven for providing me with your beloved photographer's name. Or, at least a good dose of karma for helping a sister out.

TUESDAY'S TIP laundry fun

Okay, first off, I realize that it is Thursday, and not Tuesday. But things are just a bit crazy, and honestly I am ready for Halloween to be over already. But one thing that is in order? My laundry.


I used to hate doing the laundry, and truth be told, I still do, but now, it is much, much easier. My old laundry tactic was simple. Avoid it as long as possible, then when I could no longer see my laundry room floor, Hubs being the awesomest Hubs ever, finally because he loves me so, would spend all weekend cleaning, folding and putting it away.


Great tactic, right? Except when you find out you are out of clean drawers. Then, not so much.

So, after last weeks marathon laundry session I decided I needed a new plan. So, my new plan was that each day of the week I would designate a certain portion of the laundry to be done that day.

For example:

Monday: Hubs and my whites
Tuesday: sheets & towels
Wednesday: Hubs and my darks
Thursday: Thing 1 & Thing 2
Friday: enjoy the clean laundry room.

I even got a little compulsive and made laminated reminder charts. One is taped to our bathroom mirror, and the other is down on the washing machine. This has been a vital part of said plan. Because Hubs is an early riser, and always up before me, he usually gets right up and puts the first load in. Then, by the time I roll out of bed, I can go down and change over the load to the dryer and put the second load in if necessary (Tuesdays & Wednesday we always have two loads. the other days usually one). Then, after I put the kids down for quiet time/nap time I go and fold the load and put it away. Now that last part is key. Putting it away the same day I do it. And even better, as soon as I fold it. Cause really I can load up on clean laundry in my laundry room just as easily as dirty laundry.

While at first I resisted this plan, because honestly, I kind of liked having a day where every piece of laundry in the whole house was clean, I quickly got over that idea, because it's just really not all that realistic. There is always something getting dirty. Always.

So, now, thanks to my laundry plan, for the past two weeks, my laundry room has looked like this:
instead of this:

I realize many of you have probably been doing something similar to this plan for years. This is because I have brilliantly smart readers. But I thought I would share this little tip with you just in case there were a few of you out there who were like me: laundry challenged. Just know, there is hope. Just make yourself a laundry chart, laminate it (cause it's fun), and get ready to lead a less-stressful, more organized life.

JUST SO YOU KNOW

Dressing up as a pregnant teenager for your church Halloween party? Not. The. Best. Idea.

Seriously, how have people not seen this movie? Getting the funny, puzzled look from people was kinda fun though. They would act like they knew what we were, but didn't. Then they would kinda ask. Hilarious.

Peace Out Homeskillets!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DP!

Hope you are having a great birthday!

FYI

Just so you all know, when the lady at the MAC counter tells you that the liquid eyeliner is waterproof she means it.

She also means that it is soap-proof, lotion-proof, babyoil-proof, butter-proof, olive oil-proof, facewash-proof, eucerin-proof and dove-proof.

Because of this, Thing 2 went to church wearing her fairy princess makeup. Which is very reverent. She also slept in it 3 times, and two days later it looked just as perfect as the minute I put it on.

By Monday I was ready to have my child back, and the fairy princess gone. Only cost me $4.49. Aparently oil-based eye makeup remover pads are the ONLY thing that can handle the liquid eye liner.

Halloween is very fun.

ALEMTUZUMAB

The one bright spot, in a otherwise crazy day.

I NEED A RAISE

Today I left a twenty dollar tip.

That's right. $20.00. And no, I did not eat two-hundred dollars worth of food. Not even close. After running a few last minute errands to finish up our Halloween costumes for a few parties this weekend, I decided (badly, I now realize) to take my kids to lunch at Souper Salad.

And it's not like this was the first time we've been there, but it was the first time I've been there by myself with the kids. And let's just say, um, it didn't go so well. Now, I take my kids out to eat all the time. And usually we are pretty successful. I'd say about 92.5% of the time we get in, eat, get out and on with life, without any problems. Today? Not. So. Much.

I knew we were off to a bad start when we had to wait about 5 minutes for a cashier so we could pay just to eat. In that time period, Thing 1 managed to drop his tray, and lick it. Seriously. He just doesn't get it. We've had the germ discussion many times. Ewww. Finally we pay, and Thing 1 heads straight for the pudding, of course. And pudding my friends, tends to be rather messy. And yes, he managed to make a disaster of the pudding. Chocolate all in the vanilla. Vanilla all in the chocolate. It was a travesty. But I didn't even get to see it all go down, cause I was trying to wrangle Thing 2, who apparently has a severe allergic reaction to the ground, in which, if her feet happen to tragically touch it, she starts screaming and crying like a madwoman.

So, I've got Thing 2 on my hip, my bag, and two trays of food. Um, yeah. And I have no earthly idea where Thing 1 is. Oh, now I see him. He is trying to fill his entire tray with cottage cheese. And managing pretty well, except for the scoop of goldfish drowning in the two messy scoops of pudding. I love how he is so independent. *wink*.

Finally get settled, am just biting in to my delicious, warm, bread stick when Thing 2 decides to knock over her drink while she was trying to blow her straw wrapper across the table at Thing 1. (A special thank you at this time should go out to Hubs for teaching her this lovely trick.) Only one spilled drink, eh, not so bad. We've survived worse. Continue to eat our lunch when out of the blue, Thing 1 announces he needs to go potty and runs at the speed of light off to the bathrooms by himself. Nice. Now what? Try to talk Thing 2 into going to the potty? Just let him go by himself? I just don't think 4 is old enough to go to a public restroom by yourself normally, but since we sat, at a table where I could see the bathroom entrance I decided to just let him go, and watch to make sure no one else was to go in there. So, I'm waiting. And waiting. And then, out of nowhere.

CRASH!

And, you guessed it. The crash came from the boys bathroom. Oh, great. I grab Thing 2, who is mid-bite of her ice-cream, say a quick prayer, and sprint to the bathroom with a stubborn two-year old aboard my hip. Get into the bathroom to find Thing 1 on the ground (gross--germs!) in a very large, very bright blue pool of hand soap. And the broken dispenser (see picture above) on the ground, in pieces. The water is running, and the soap is EVERYWHERE! Oh, by the way, Thing 1 decided on this day to brilliantly wear his an army costume out for the day. Which is hanging off of him, COVERED in blue goop.

I try to put Thing 2 on the ground, but apparently she must have a fatal allergy to the boys bathroom floor, cause she is clinging to me like a koala. I try to help Thing 1 up, strip his costume off of him, during which he has the audacity to complain about it. "But it's my costume, Mom! I can't be an army guy without it." To which I just responded with my you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me-about-your-costume-that-is-now-covered-in-soap-along-with-the-entire-bathroom-floor-that-I-now-have-to-clean-up look. It was a magical look, because he just went quiet. So, I decided that there was only one thing to do. Leave.

Ha. Just kidding. I'm not that bad. I grabbed Thing 1, told him to stand against the bathroom wall, and to not move a muscle. I thought about having him help clean up, but the floor was so slippery that he kept falling so I just decided it would be easier for me and my hip-monkey to do it. So, while holding Thing 2 I grabbed as many paper towels as humanly possible and just started pushing all the bright blue goop to the drain. If it weren't for that drain, I'm not sure what I would have done. So, yes, today I scooped soap OFF THE BOYS BATHROOM FLOOR. And I didn't get any diseases. That I know of. Yet. Pray for me please.

After I mostly got things cleaned up, I found the nearest waitress, told her about the dilemma, and made Thing 1 apologize. Then I apologized. Profusely. I could tell this wasn't news she wanted to hear. And I apologized again.

And then I headed back to the table with Thing 1 (bare-chested) in his shorts (luckily he had shorts on), his soapy army costume in my hand, and Thing 2 still attached with her death grip on my hip. Not two seconds later, Thing 1 announces he needs to go to the bathroom. Seriously. Are you kidding me? He had the audacity. He says "it's poop this time mom, and it's coming out." To which Thing 2 responded, "We don't say potty words." That was my cue to leave. I laid down a twenty dollar tip. And we left. Before we could cause any more damage.

Moral of the story: Don't ever take two kids to Souper Salad by yourself. Ever. Even in emergency situation. Even if someone offers you a free meal. It's just not worth it. Trust me.

Epilogue: Thing 1 made it home just in the nick of time. Everything came out fine. The costume is in the wash. And both are down for quiet time.

I. Need. A. Raise.

EDWARD

Um, yeah. 11.21.08 Mark your calendars ladies. Pretty sure Hubs would rather be bitten by a vampire than go see this flick. Anyone up for a little Girls Night Out?

A SONS REQUEST

In many ways my childhood can be divided into parts. Before. And after. For example, before they took out the merry-go-round at my elementary school. And after.

In fact, I remember the exact day they took it out. That dismal, dreary, depressing day will be forever seared into my memory as the day that my world changed. The word on the street, and swirling around my first grade classroom, was that over the summer, a young girl, who was playing at the school with her friends on the merry-go-round, got her leg caught underneath the merry-go-round and broke her back which tragically left her paralyzed. I'm not really sure if this story was true, or, was just a fear tactic the administration employed to scare us into believing that there was valid reason to be taking away such a wonderful part of our playground, and childhood.

I can remember feeling distinctly that just because some girl had poor luck, wasn't reason enough for us all to suffer. I can also remember feeling horrible to be feeling that. But you must understand. You see, it wasn't that I didn't care about that girl, if she did in fact exist, it was that I just, in my simple mind, couldn't fathom life without my beloved merry-go-round.

The merry-go-round seemed to hold almost magical-type powers. Grabbing hold of the cold metal bars, and running, running, running toward the freedom that could be only felt once you jumped on and held on for dear life while you spun, spun, spun into oblivion. The world turning into a blur. Children running, swinging, & playing into the smeared together background. The very essence of childhood can be found spinning on a merry-go-round. Round, and round and round I would turn. Holding on, enjoying every bit of centrifical force I could grasp.

The merry-go-round was the playground toy that was so big and so large that it seemed it had enough room for every single child to experience the pure bliss that could be found within it's magical grip. It had it seemed, an almost mystical way of being a playground toy of inclusion. All were welcome, as long as they could run, spin, and hold on. As I remember these feelings, I can't help but smile, and remember the spinning, the twirling, the laughing. Childhood at it's sweetest.

Today, I had a rare opportunity to spend a little one-on-one time with my son. After running a few errands I asked him what he would like to do, just with mommy. And he simply said, "Let's eat macaroni & cheese and then go to the park." My son seems to be growing up so quickly it seems, right before my eyes. Often times I look at just how tall he is, and think to myself, "No! Stop growing. Don't get old & complicated. Stay small & simple." So, to hear his uncomplicated request of a day spent with mom, sounded just perfect.

After our lunch of macaroni & cheese (for him) and Thai curry soup (for me), we headed on over to the park. And we played, and played, and played. This particular park we went to was, in my opinion, hands down, the best park we've ever been too. I had some errands to run over in Murray, so we went to the Murray City Park to play. And the park there is brand new, and fantastic. It is filled with new equipment, and to my absolute delight, two modern day versions of the merry-go-round.

I hadn't been on a merry-go-round since first grade. You see, it seemed that story about the injured girl must have made the rounds, because as soon as we lost ours, all the other schools and parks were tearing their merry-go-rounds out as well. I now understand why. Because of the danger, the fear, and the lawsuits. But oh the fun! The fun!

So, when I saw those merry-go-rounds, the first thing I did, was grab my son, and run, faster than any adult should, towards the fun. And we spent the next hour spinning, spinning, spinning. For just a short time, I forgot who I was. I forgot I was an adult. With responsibility. With bills. I didn't care that I was the only parent playing on the playground equipment, let alone on the merry-go-round. I spun. With. My. Kid. For a blissful twenty or thirty minutes. We turned, and spun and swung until we were both completely worn out. Then we fell, utterly exahusted, on the grass, and rested. But while we layed there, and I listened to the innocent thoughts of my four year old son, I said a prayer. At that very moment I thanked God. Thanked him for my son. Thanked him for letting me be a mother. Thanked him for the wonderful gift it was to see joy through my child's eyes. Thanked him for dirty, sweaty, little boys. Thanked him for merry-go-rounds. And most of all, I thanked him for a few moments of pure, unadulterated bliss. I thanked him for the gift of feeling, if only for a minute, exactly like a child again.

Today I thank God for having a boy, and a park where I could spin.

CHANGE IS GOOD

Decided it was time for a change. Just for a season. If you hate it, that's okay. I'm not offended. Change is good.

TUESDAY'S TIP budget fun, part 2

Okay, so I know I have already posted about this before, but I thought since I've recently had so many people asking me about my budget (due to the economy being in the crapper) that I decided Naptime was due for a new budget fun post. I even made a little video to go along with the post, but apparently blogger is having some serious issues uploading it, cause it's been trying now for two days. So, I decided to cut the video out and just type it all out.

Prepare yourselves people. This is a long one, but I promise, if you are in need of a budget, it will be worth it.

So yeah, the economy sucks. And pretty much everyone I know is freaking out about it. But you don't have to anymore. Now that you have some good budgeting advice.

Like I said the first time around, I put myself on the budget because I like to shop. There I said it. I dreaded being put on a budget, because it felt so restrictive, but now that I've been on it for almost a year, I'd say, if you work it right, it can be quite freeing.

So, in my last post, I wasn't very specific, and my friends have asked me to get specific, so I decided it can't really hurt right? Just don't judge me for my budget, and I won't judge you for needing one.

Okay, first off, my expandable folder (pictures above) is my wallet. I got my expandable folder at Smith Marketplace on 3300 S. in the school supply section which is behind the meat and prepared foods station. They are on the north wall next to the eating area. I think it cost me around $3. And this little thing is the hidden ingredient in my sucessful budget. No more check books, ATM cards, or *shudder* credit cards. Really. And I'm serious. If you want this to work, you have to STOP carrying your credit cards. Cause if you know they are there, you WILL use them. I do have a few, and I suggest, for instance, if you just can't imagine yourself using cash to buy gas, then take your credit card when you go to the gas station, and then go home. Take the credit card out of your wallet, and get on with life. You really can survive without it. Trust me. If I can do this, anyone can.

This budget, like I said, is all about cash. And since I have trouble rationing, I do mine weekly. Yes, that means a weekly stop at the bank, but that's okay, cause it saves me money and the kids like the free suckers. This is how I break it down people:

First opening: All your punch cards, zoo passes, museum passes. Anything that you've essential already paid for, or will pay you later.

First tab: Gift cards. I've found if you carry them, you use them. If not, they just sit around, and you forget you even have them. Plus, if we are out, and don't want to spend money on food, then we just look what gift cards we have, and go there.

2nd tab: Food. I take out $100 each week. I know some of you are wondering how I get by on that little (I don't cook), and some of you are wondering how we could spend that much. And really, it's not the number that counts. Just take your family's monthly food budget and divide it by four. That is your number. If it seems too high, and like you could save a little bit, then do. I've also found the key to saving money at the grocery store is to go with a list, and a weekly food plan (meals), so you are not buying food that you won't use, and aren't buying things you see that you think you might need.

3rd tab: Fun. I take out $100 each week. This again, might seem like alot to some, but this includes eating out, movies, bowling, basically any entertainment. And since we tend to eat out alot, this works for us. Plus, whatever leftover money we have each week from this tab and the grocery tab goes into a savings account for our vacations. So, if we really want to save some money we just cut back on our eating out, and walla. Instant savings.

4th tab: Gifts. This is the key to my budget. I take out $50 a week. Most weeks I don't use this money. But then I will have weeks where I have to buy 2 baby gifts, and three birthday gifts. This also gets used if I make a meal for a family in our neighborhood. Also any money I don't use goes into a gift fun to use for the kid's birthdays and Christmas. I really do have quite a bit of money saved up for Christmas this year. Which is really nice, knowing I don't have to come up with it from nowhere. And any money at the end of the year we don't use we will donate to a family in need, or an organization we feel strongly about. So, when I am out shopping for Christmas I know any time I can save money it will benefit a family in need.

5th tab: Amy. This is for me, obviously. I take out $50 a week. Okay, don't judge me please. I know this sounds like a lot. And it is. But trust me when I say that it was way less than I was spending before. Hey, now, I told you I had a problem. I'm on a budget for a reason. Sometimes I don't spend it and save it up for sales, but I'll be honest, usually it gets spent.

6th tab: Hubs. He gets $50 too. And if this seems like too much for your family, try $25. Just as long as each person gets some money where they can spend, with no questions asked. Good for the budget. Good for the marriage.

7th tab: Thing 1. He gets $25. This is for co-pays at the doctor, clothes, snow boots, new coats, shoes etc. Anything we don't spend, goes toward school, or summer clothes.

8th tab: Thing 2. She gets $25 too. Same rules apply as for thing 1. I take money out of her tab for her dancing class, for example.

9th tab: Ones. This is where I break all the twenties. Trust me, it's nice to have $25 or so in ones on hand when you are only working with cash.

10th tab: Receipts. Hang on to them. Just in case you need to return something, or want to really track your spending.

In total I take out $400 a week. $1600 a month. Sounds like alot, and it is. But honestly, before, my credit card statement was usually $2,000 a month. Now I'm embarrassed. This is alot, I know. And to go towards absolutely nothing. But now, I'm only getting out $16o0. And this covers everything. No finding money for Christmas, or Birthdays. No coming up with money for summer clothes or winter gear for the kids. And every time we don't go out to eat, or don't buy those chips at the grocery store we know we are putting money towards our upcoming vacations. The first few months of this budget we were saving around $400 a month to put toward vacations. Now, it's not quite as much, but I know it's possible.

It should be noted that this doesn't include our taxes, tithing, utilities, mortgage, or insurance. That stuff I pay online with my bill pay, so I can track everything. I know some people are wary of online banking, but I've had a really good experience. Oh, and for the record Costco is the budget devil. If you go there, without a plan or an allotted amount to spend, you WILL ruin your family budget. So, if you are like me, and think you need everything you see when you are there, then, (and here is a novel idea) just don't go. Seriously. I think I save more money NOT going to Costco then I do going. Buying in bulk is good for some things, but honestly, usually the food goes bad, or I forget I already have it, and buy another or whatever. If you think you can safely go to Costco, then by all means do, just PLEASE go with a number, and DON'T spend more. Heck, if you think you need it, you could even add a Costco tab, just make sure you again, are all about the cash. NO CREDIT CARDS EVER!!!

So, I hope for those of you that requested this post, this is what you were looking for. Embrace the budget people. It's good for you, and your marriage, and your children. And those of you without children, or who aren't married, it will be great to start a budget now, so when one day you are say, married with children, it won't be so hard to start one. Good Luck my friends, and happy budgeting.

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AND THE WINNER IS. . .

LEANNE!!!!!!!!


Okay, I know I have been a total slacker about posting about my second love, Project Runway, but I would NEVER miss a finale post. Ever. So, a big Congrats goes out to Miss Leanne. I have to say, that I agree with the judges on this one. I am really glad Leanne won. I think she created a beautiful collection. When she first showed bits and pieces of the collection a few episodes ago, I just knew it would win. It's so original, and fresh. And I absolutely loved the movement and color.

Here is a little glimpse of the collection. For those of you that don't watch, her inspiration was the ocean, and she implemented that inspiration into waves in the clothing.

This was my personal favorite of the collection. I just adore that skirt. I would totally wear that skirt. Absolutely lovely.

Although I was really glad Leanne won, a part of me felt bad that Korto didn't win. She came across as totally determined and driven, and I appreciate that. And I think she, like Uli of season 3, understands a woman's body, and designs for real women and their curves. This was my favorite look from Korto.

I absolutely love that you can see Korto's ambition in her clothing. This outfit just says fierce all around. Those sleeves are lovely.

And last but not least, the third place finisher, Kennley McCranky pants. Seriously. Girlfriend needs an attitude adjustment pronto. Almost every look out of her collection, although really well made, looked like something I've seen before. Agree with the judges in their copy cat thoughts. And I call bull crap on Kennley not knowing about other designer's collections. How can you be an aspiring designer and not be interested in other designers' collections? I do have to say however, that I did enjoy this look from Kennley. Not so much the fabric, as the design and shape.

All in all, I have to say this was not my favorite season, but it was pretty good, cause really it's Project Runway and how could you NOT love designers having to create looks and compete in 2 days? If you go here, you can see photos of all of the final runway contestants. They also have photos from Jarell's, Suede's and Joe's shows. You can see such a difference in the final three contenstants. Jarell's stuff was just wierd, Suede's looks were all just so tacky and did NOT look well made. And Joe, um, what to say, just looked really amateur.

I also would like to call out J. Lo for bailing out on the finale. She couldn't judge because of a foot injury? Yeah, cause it's pretty hard to sit in a chair and look at the runway. Plus, I heard that the day after the runway show J. Lo participated in a triathlon Hmmm. Too injured to sit, but not too injured to bike, run and swim? LAME!!!

I'm also really interested to see what happens with Season 6, that is currently being shot in L.A. With all the Lifetime/Bravo drama, I just hope that it airs somewhere somehow. Cause really, I'm not sure what I would do without my PR.

Till, next season. . . .hopefully.

SAID WITH DISGUST

Just went in for a hug with Thing 1. Hadn't really even got my arms all the way around him, and was just about to squeeze, when he says,

"That's enough Mom."


Just had to laugh. Hugs with my little guy aren't happening quite as much as I'd like anymore. Apparently there are lots of better, and more interesting things to be doing. And a goodbye hug at preschool? Forget about it. I thought this sort of stuff, wouldn't start until at least first grade.


Just so you all know, from my view, there will NEVER be enough. Ever.

PROPOSITION EIGHT

One of the things that I absolutely love about my family, and hope to be able to foster in my own family, is our ability to have good healthy discussions. Whether the topics are religion, politics, whatever, you know that a spirited discussion can always be had. I love hearing others points of view, and learning why they have those views. It's something I relish. Something to me, that makes life worth living actually.


And so today, while my aunt was over at my parents house, I took the opportunity to talk to her about proposition 8. My aunt is a resident of California, and so has been right smack in the middle of all the prop 8 hoopla.


For those of you that don't know about proposition 8, you can go here to learn more.


Now, when I first heard about proposition 8, it piqued my interest not only because of the strong stance my church has taken regarding it, but also because I fundamentally disagreed with that stance. Talk about conflict of interest. I just didn't understand why and how it was okay for a church, my church, to tell me, or anyone how to vote. It just kinda felt wrong. For lots of reasons. I really appreciate and value the separation of church and state. And I took issue with my church telling people how to vote, and strongly encouraging them to donate their money and time to www.protetmarriage.com where anyone and everyone could see exactly what they had donated. Hmmm. That gets to be sticky. Really sticky.


And honestly, I just didn't know how I felt about the whole thing. What on earth is the big deal? Who am I to say who can or can't get married? If two committed gay people want to marry each other, then I say hooray. Hooray for love, hooray for happiness. I just didn't understand what all the hoopla was about. I mean, I understood it from the gay side (www.noonprop8.com), don't we all deserve equality? Why deny them the same privileges that we enjoy?


And so I asked these questions to my aunt (a proposition 8 supporter), so I could learn and better understand. And it was a very enlightening conversation. I did a lot of listening, asked a some questions, and learned a few things about prop 8 that I thought were worth sharing.


First of all, I understand and realize that this is a really sensitive subject. And I hope that I don't offend anyone. If I do, please know that this was not my intention. Also, please know that the thoughts that follow, are not my own, but those of my aunt.


Okay, so her first main point was that this issue of defining marriage was already brought to the voters of California in 2000 (proposition 22) and was passed with a 61% of voters defining marriage between a man and a woman only. So, technically the people of California have already voted on this issue and have made their voice heard. Then in 2008 The California Supreme Court, by a vote of 4-3 overturned this ruling and decided that this violated the equal protection clause in the constitution.


She also stated that although they passed prop 22 back in 2000, they also passed civil unions there where gay couples are granted all the same legal rights as married couples. So,this isn't about gay couples not receiving the same rights, privileges, and treatments as heterosexual couples? Then I asked her, so this is about the definition of marriage, the word? And the answer is yes.



Her point was that if prop 8 goes through then religious organizations would have to allow their pastors, and leaders to marry gay couples. And since most christian religions believe marriage is between a man and a woman only, then it would give government the right to muddle in religious stuff. Because the minute one church group turns away the marriage of a gay couple, then that couple could sue the church/religion for breaking the law, and not giving equal opportunity (via the constitution).


And to be honest, I hadn't really ever seen it from that point of view. I have been so worried about my religion muddling in politics, that I never realized that the government would then be able to muddle in religion. Hmmmm. Although I understand this point, I don't think gay couples would necessarily be asking an organization to marry them who didn't support their actions, but she said this very thing has happened in Massachusetts. Hmmmm. Lots to think about.


She also said, that without prop 8 going through, that public school teachers would have to explain marriage as a union between a man and a woman, a woman and a woman, and a man and a man (like they now do in Mass.). Now, I'm not so sure how I feel about this argument. Because really, by the time my kids are in school I hope to have already explained all this to them. I don't see how this really impacts children negatively. But if you think it does, please comment and let me know. It just honestly isn't one of the arguments I understand.


We also discussed lots of other things about proposition 8. It was a very interesting conversation. One of the things I've been blessed with in life (or cursed, depending on how you see it), is that I can almost always see the other side of an argument, and sympathize with it. Must be the Libra in me. But in all honesty, I have struggled with this issue a lot. And I can't say that my opinion has necessarily changed, but my mind has been opened at least to the reasoning and understanding behind this issue.


I again, hope that I have not in any way, offended anyone by sharing my thoughts and my aunts thoughts about this sensitive topic. One of the things I love about living in this country is freedom of speech. Freedom to be able to discuss, write, and talk about the things that impact our lives. If you are so willing, I'd love to hear your thoughts on the subject. And if you would like to remain annonymous, that's fine. So, fine naptime readers, what are your thoughts?

HAPPY FRIDAY EVERYONE

Can't think of a better way to start the day, than with a little Edward. Thoughts?

WELCOME HOME

My little bro, Mike, comes home today from his mission in Cuernavaca, Mexico. I can't believe it's already been 2 years! I'm so excited to get to see him, and talk to him, and hear all about his mish in his very thick Spanish accent he has acquired. I know he was an excellent missionary and served the Lord well. I've missed him so much and am anxious to see little Mikey, and hear him speak on Sunday.

Holla to Mexico!

DO OVER

So, this morning as I was laying awake in bed, wishing I could go back to sleep I started thinking. About a lot of things. About my life, and my family and the things that make me well, me. (I know, a little deep for 5:30 a.m.)


Given our current economic situation, which is anything but stable, and our current administration who seem to govern and lead with FEAR, I find myself to be thinking upon easier times. More stable times. I think, for me, looking back, it all started after 9/11. Before this time life was, well, different. After 9/11 I can remember feeling allot of anxiety. Allot of fear. That day, I think I became an adult. Then, within the next year, there was the whole Elizabeth Smart abduction. Which drove my fear and anxiety about just living, to a whole new level. (I still by the way, think that whole event is so strange. But,that I suppose, is another post, for another day.) Then, getting married and for the first time thinking about bills and money. Then I graduated college and began my family. And after having children my anxiety level over their safety and well-being in this world, has skyrocketed.


And sometimes, well, sometimes I just long for those days and times in my life where life was just so easy. And sometimes, like this morning, I think about what it would be like to go back and re-live a time of my life again. Not out of regret, or remorse, or wanting to actually change anything. But because it was a time that was completely free of anxiety, and FEAR. Fear of money, fear of my safety, fear of the safety of my family. A complete DO OVER. Just to experience a time in your life when things were safe. And carefree. Not better than now. Just different. Free of stress, and bills, and our country's safety, and the economy. Just simple times.


For me, that would be my junior high years. But even more specifically, the summer after 7th grade and through 8th grade. I know for a lot of people their junior high years were there most awkward and stressful, but for me actually, it was quite the opposite. I can look back on different times in my life that were simple and carefree (like falling in love with my husband in high school), but I find I was also older then, and worried, and fearful. Of not doing the right thing. Or being the right person. And in high school, I learned frankly, that people can be ruthless and cruel. There were some amazing times and friends in High School, but it is still a time I look back with, on at times regret, and at times pure bliss. And my junior high years however are for some odd reason, free of regret, and free of the fear of trying to be someone. Anyone. For me, that struggle to fit in, and find yourself didn't start until high school.


So, yeah, 8th grade. I'd do this grade and time in my life over in a heart beat. 7th grade was also a good year, but I do remember being nervous in 7th grade. Unsure of myself. But after that first year of junior high I remember coming into myself in a way. Feeling more sure of who I was, and frankly, I liked myself. I liked my friends, my family, and my life. Things we perfect. It started off with a summer that I will never forget. Including a life-changing trip to Lake Powell with my family and some of my Dad's business partners.


Life-changing in that when I came home from that trip I found out that a) french kissing was something that was exciting, and wonderful and weird. All at the same time. And b) because of that kiss, I think I learned that for the first time, that I was likable. Ya know? Kissable. This experience, gave me a much needed self-esteem boost. I was someone. And someone that could be liked. And later loved. And the person that I kissed wasn't just the cute guy. He was someone that had depth and personality and honestly a little quirk to him. I learned that I found substance and intrigue much more interesting that just a pretty face. That was a very important experience in my life.


So, I came home a different person. I had a level of confidence I hadn't ever had before. Not arrogance by any means. But, for the first time, I felt that I was someone. Could be someone. And that other people (boys specifically) could be attracted to me. Never before this time, had I felt beautiful. That was for my friends. They were always the ones the boys liked and were attracted too. And I never understood that before then. And now I did. It was weird. And clearly I'm not explaining it well. So, I'll just go back to 8th grade.


8th grade. Home room, Social Studies with Mrs. Gutke. And her one tall shoe. And one short leg. At the time I remember thinking it was odd, and I pitied her. Now, I imagine it would be quite a trial to have in life. A trial on the outside. For the world to see and judge. Not to mention hormonal 8th graders. My locker partner was found in this, my first period class. Anna R. We were friends, but not great friends. But throughout the year, I grew to really like her. This first period class, I also look back with fond memories because I sat in front of a kid named Chris. Chris later committed suicide when I was in high school. We were never close friends, but I look back at my friendship with him, because of this class we had together, with fond memories. The Chris I knew then, was an amazing person.


I had a fabulous group of friends. And I can remember this being the one time in my life where I truly felt popular. Not because I was in the popular group, or anything. But because I remember feeling like I had a lot of friends. I remember feeling in 8th grade like our entire class was friends. Sure there were groups of people, cliques you could say, but all the groups were friends with one another. I remember this clearly. I remember having the confidence to really talk to anyone and everyone.


I played volleyball in junior high, and this was the year that Burnham started coaching, instead of just the gym teacher. Mr. Burnham gave me a sense of confidence, and a dose of what it was to work hard, that I will forever be grateful for. Our team thrived. We grew, and advanced in our abilities and that was amazing. Mr. Burnham made me fall in love with team sports. I learned so much as a person about learning how to be on a successful team player. A cohesive team. This is where I forged great friendships with people like Toni S., and Paradis A.

It's also a time in my life where I had a wide array of friends. Girls and guys. I remember hanging out on the weekends with the funnest people. It's during this time that I learned to be friends with guys. Up until this point I just didn't get guys. I remember having a huge crush on Keller S. Ha ha. That makes me laugh. Not because of him, but because of our size difference. I bet I was at least a foot taller than him. If not more. I never kissed him, but I remember hanging out with his friends and having a great time. In fact, I can remember, very clearly the only time in 8th grade that I look back with shame. I was upstairs in Jody R's room, I'm sure after one of our many swims, and Melissa B. told me that Keller got made fun of for liking me. That was such a defining moment. I remember thinking that Melissa was a loser for telling me that. I remember thinking her telling me that really was telling about who she was as a person. I also remember consciously thinking I wouldn't like Keller anymore, cause I didn't want people to make fun of him. Hmmmm. Just makes me think. (after re-reading this, I want to say, that I am sure Melissa is a wonderful person now, and was then too. After all, we all have done not-so-smart things in life. Things we wish we hadn't. Especially as teeenagers.)


I also remember some wicked fun times out at Aimee W's house. She had the funnest family ever. I can't remember how many times I ever even went out there, but the few times I slept over I can remember thinking clearly that this is how a family should be. This is how I would want to raise my family to be. My friendship with Aimee and Par was something I look back with fondly. They both ended up moving away or going to different high schools, but we had a great time together in 8th grade.

Anyway, I could go on and on. And on. I really loved this year of my life. So many personality defining moments. So much pure fun. Simple fun. Fear-less fun. And ya know, maybe it wasn't really like that at all. Maybe it's just a skewed version of what reality really was. Either way, I look back at this particular year of my life with fond-ness. With a smile. A time in my life that would definitely be fun to live again. Not out of regret. And not with my 28 year old mind, and what I know now. But with my 13 or 14 year old mind. My DO OVER year.


So, now that I've spilled my guts in a much too-long post, I'm curious. What is your DO OVER year?

DOWNPOUR IN DIXIE

So, last weekend the fam took a little break and headed down south for a little fun in the sun. Or so we thought. I honestly, didn't even look at the weather before we left. I've been going down to St. George this particular weekend every year for about 20 years. And never once has it rained. Or been even a bit chilly. Usually we spend the weekend at the pool getting a tan. Well not this weekend.


Hubs, being the maniac that he is, decided he would run the marathon again. I think this was his 3rd St. George and 5th marathon overall. He decided this was the year, however he would try to qualify for the Boston Marathon, which meant that he needed to run the marathon in 3 hours and 10 minutes. Which is about a 7 minute 15 seccond mile--for twenty-six miles. Crazy, right?


Well, when the kids and I got up to get ready to head over to the finish line, and saw the downpour, I just about died. A) because I knew Hubs hadn't planned for rain and B) I hadn't planned for rain. Much worse for him, but pretty darn annoying for me. Luckily I threw in some sweatshirts for the kids when I quickly packed, and even more luckily they had hoods on them. Since the kids didn't go back to sleep after Hubs left for the start (at 4:45 a.m.) we got ready early and headed over and snagged the best parking spot I've ever had at the finish. We stayed in the car and watched a movie, until the clock read 2 hours and 50 minutes. Then we headed out into the downpour. We found a spot on the bleachers and waited. Well, 3:10 came and went, and I was just so bummed, but I knew they go by chip time, so if it took Hubs a few minutes to cross the start he would still have a chance. Well we were screaming our faces off when he crossed the finish at 3 hours 16 minutes. And I just prayed that it took him six minutes to cross the start. We got down off the bleachers and went to find him. And the moment I saw him, I knew. I was so bummed that he missed his goal by six measly minutes, yet I was so proud that he had run so well in the rain. Not to mention a wicked head wind. He was pretty sad, but I kept reminding him that he was a freaking maniac for finishing a marathon in the pouring rain in 3 hours and 16 minutes. I'm not sure it made him feel any better, but oh well. There is always next year right? Like my mom says, there's two ways to qualify for Boston. Get faster, or get older. Unfortunetly he has to run it in 3:10 until he turns 35. Then he has to do it in 3hours 15 minutes. I'm banking on next year it will be better weather and therefore will just be better running conditions. They said in the 32 years they've been doing the St. George marathon this was only the seccond time it has rained. Crazy, right?


Well, we took him back to the hotel immediately, cause he was shaking he was so cold. Unfortunetly, that meant that I didn't get to see my Mom finish (I think it was her like 16th or 17th St. George marathon) or my uncle ( it was his 20th St. George Marathon. Oh, and don't forget he ran TWO 100 mile marathons in the past 2 months. Yeah. Crazy.) which I was pretty bummed about. But I was more than happy to get out of the downpour myself.


We finished off the day with a nice yummy lunch (post marathon lunches are the best) and spent the rest of the afternoon laying around and playing at the pool. It ended up being a great weekend despite the rain. It was fun to get away with the fam, and even funner being down there and not having to worry about running it. On the way home we were discussing next year, and Hubs asked me if I'd ever want to run another marathon. And honestly, I just don't think so. I'm glad I've done a couple though. They were really fun, and challenging and an experience that I am SOOO glad I've had. Being able to push yourself that way, is really a eye-opening experience. But one I also hope to never repeat. I think either you have a long-distance runners body or you don't. My mom, Hubs, and my uncle do. I don't. And that's okay. Well, I guess I shouldn't really say never. Cause really, you never know. Maybe someday. But, I just don't think that someday is anytime soon. Unless, maybe I could get into the NYC marathon or maybe the Maui marathon. Then, maybe I'd think about it. I need serious motivation people.


But anyways, back to Hubs. Great job babe! I am completely in awe and amazed at your dedication and determination. I know you can do it if you set your mind to it. Next year sweetheart. Next year. I love you!

IT'S TODAY! IT'S TODAY!

So, pretty much every time I sit down to do a little blog post about Sarah Palin, I get so ticked off that I have to walk away from my computer and cool down. Seriously. But then I came across this article by Bob Cesca, titled "Sarah Six-pack Needs To Put Country First By Stepping Down" on the huffington post and it is so exactly point-on to how I'm feeling that I thought I'd just post that instead.














You wish. You know I can't keep my mouth shut.

Honestly though, I keep finding myself getting more and more angry every time I hear/see those sound bites of her interviews with Katie Couric. I'm constantly saying to myself, "Is she for real?" And I can hear her saying right back in her silly little accent, "Oh, you betcha!" Uggg.


So, to say I'm freaking excited about the debates tonight would be a bit of an understatement. I want to see her in action. I want to see her succeed (really I do). I want to see her show us something more than what we've already seen. I want to see substance. I want to see depth. It should be very interesting that's for sure. At the very least, I hope McCain's camp has trained Sarah enough to answer the actual questions. Not skirt around the issue reiterating her ridiculous non-answers again and again, like she does so famously in the Couric interviews. And heaven forbid we actually got specifics out of the pit bull. Geez, Answer the question already!


One fear I do have however, is that Biden will come across as too overbearing. And then she will end up getting the pity vote. People will feel bad for her cause she is a "Joe Six-pack with lipstick" and not an educated, informed female. And that, honestly, is the last thing I would like to see. People voting for her and McCain out of sympathy. I really hope Biden takes the Obama approach and comes across as calm, collected and informed, no matter how much of the crazy Sarah brings.



This is gonna be one heck of a night. I know some of you suckers are going to the Ute game, but you might wanna set your tivos, cause I'm sure this is gonna be one for the books. And if ya don't have tivo, I'm counting on their being at least a few youtube moments out of the night. And you can bet your bottom dollar I'm gonna have those up come Friday.



Now, in honor of the event, the only question is, do I wear my "everybody loves a democrat" shirt or my "Obama is my homeboy" shirt? Decisions, decisions. Now, of course I should wear my "Republicans can suck-it" shirt, but that one is dirty. Obviously. Been wearing it everyday.


Happy VP Debate Thursday people!

CHANGE I CAN BELIEVE IN

So, I'm off in about an hour to get my hair did (holla to Missy E). Although a part of me is already missing the blond, another larger part, is already looking forward to a fresh, new, brunette do. It was indeed a great "blond" summer, but like every year around this time I'm feeling that itch in the air to darken things up a bit.


Getting my hair done, is one of those things that I've grown to love. I'm not sure if it's because I get a few much needed hours to myself sans kids, or if it is because getting my hair done is a way to satisfy my constant need for change. Anyone who knows me well, knows that my hair has been every color of the rainbow, and as short as an inch long, and also halfway down my back. But in the last 10 years I don't think my hair has been past my shoulders. I blame this on my constant need for change. Yes, I have issues.


And I know this is going to sound weird, but I really like the way it feels to have someone touching me in a totally healthy, nurturing way. Is that weird? It's like I crave that touch. I can't really explain it well, but have you seen the movie crash? It's kind of like that. I think people need to feel other humans. And so, maybe this is why I've always loved to have people brush, braid, or cut my hair. Fills some sort of psycho-social void I must have. :)


Clearly I have issues. But luckily it's nothing a little cut & color can't fix.




Happy October 1st people!