Monday, March 31, 2008

Customer DIS-satisfaction Pt. 2-Now with Pictures!

One week ago today, my husband took half a day from work so that he could supervise the delivery and set-up of our new dining room set. I had seen this set at several furniture stores, but went with Factory Direct because they were $50.00 cheaper, even with the delivery/set-up charges. I love this set because the corner chairs fit into my rounded breakfast nook, like so:



According to my husband, they started to put the table together and realized it was missing some parts. They left it on our floor like this:



They said they would be back "soon."

They didn't come back later on Monday. On Tuesday, they said they couldn't come until Wednesday. And so...we were left with no table, and LOTS of small parts sitting around that my four kids weren't supposed to touch. Like this:



They "forgot" to come on Wednesday. They re-scheduled for Friday.



This is what things looked like on Saturday morning:



Yup! They "forgot" AGAIN!

They came on Sunday...at 11:00 p.m....after calling from the road and asking to "re-schedule." They rang the doorbell, threw 2 parts and some screws at my husband, and took off as fast as their delivery truck would go. My table this morning:



AND



(Taken just before she dropped that and some other junk down into the table base.)

I'm so VERY glad I saved that $50. Factory Direct Furniture has offered to refund our delivery fee. Indeed. (And I'll let you know when and if they actually do.) From now on...I'm paying for quality. Yes. Me. Paying More. Really.

P.S. On a completely unrelated note, Natalie had a good audition and goes in for a call back on Wednesday! She handled everything like a pro. But, if she makes a regular habit of this, I'm going to need some Valium; I think.

Sunday, March 30, 2008

Customer DIS-satisfaction

It is 10:30 p.m. and we are STILL waiting for Factory Direct Furniture to come and finish assembling the dining room table that they left in pieces on my floor last Monday afternoon. Expect pics and a lot more griping to come this week...

Friday, March 28, 2008

I'm No Mama Rose

Natalie has her first audition ever today. She is less nervous than I am. She not only has everything memorized, she could also accompany herself on the 16 bars she will be singing. (She sight-read the piano piece until she had it memorized.) I, an the other hand, am sure I messed up her resume, can't remember how I'm supposed to present her sheet music to the accompaniest (something about mounting it on something so he doesn't have to flip pages mid-song-I taped it tri-fold style), and I really wish her haircut was scheduled for yesterday instead of next week. Fortunately, they don't expect the kids to have headshots...but given the ease with which she has prepped for this (not to mention how good she sounds), I think that's in our future. Wish us luck!

Thursday, March 27, 2008

Showing How Computer Illiterate I Really Am

OK, since my precious little HP laptop is apparently rejecting last year's mother board transplant I'm considering just replacing the whole thing. I've had it since 2004 when I bought it on clearance at Wal-Mart. I once sought advice on laptops when looking for one at work. That was relatively painless because I was on a tight budget with about 5 specific ones to choose from. So, while money IS somewhat of an object, it's tax return/rebate/oil revenue time at our house and I could potentially make this purchase. My question to anyone who stumbles across this post is-which laptop would YOU buy if you could. I have an HP, but I'm not married to that brand. My Dad raised me to worship all things Apple and I love my iPod, but I don't think I'm really tech savvy enough to truly appreciate a Mac even if I could afford one. (Also, both Blogger and MySpace seem to have picky ideas about working with Macs.) So, I'm going to list what I'm looking for and hope for suggestions. (And that none of you laugh at my ignorance.)

  • Lots of memory-This blog isn't the only place I write. And I like to save all of it. And then there's my iTunes library...
  • Photo-friendly-I take a lot of digital pictures and would like to buy one of the basic Photoshop programs to play with them. Preferably on my own laptop
  • DVD friendly
  • I hate Vista, but I'm guessing there's no way around that one.
  • Some lasting battery power. That's more of a 'would be nice' guideline. I like to watch movies on road trips sometimes.

Comments are open, all suggestions are appreciated!

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Movie Meme

So...I saw this meme at Party of Three this morning and decided it was worth using the kids' computer tonight to keep it going. Pick ten of your favorite movies and then list quotes from each one. (You can look them up or type them from memory depending on how much you loved the movie.) Readers will then try and guess which movies they are from in the Comments section. Once each one has been guessed, I will mark it out and credit the reader who got it right. Alison at Party of Three encouraged her readers to limit their guesses to just one. I'm not sure I have that many readers. How about each person can guess up to 2 of the quotes. (I think I might have about 5 people that watch movies and check in here regularly.) Also, please just guess based on your memories-it's no fun if you look them all up on IMDB. (You only get to do that if you're doing this meme on your own blog.):

  1. "Something vexes thee?" (Didn't even have to look that up! Anonymous got it! It's from Robin Hood:Prince of Thieves
  2. "In my world everyone is a pony, and they all eat rainbows and poop butterflies." (Elisa's new favorite) Alison guessed it correctly. It's from Horton Hears a Who
  3. "Burn rubber does not mean warp speed!" (SO many beloved quotes from this movie)
  4. "Tension breaker, had to be done" (In honor of my friend Michele F. who watched this with me way too many times.)
  5. "Yeah, I mean aside from the cheating, we were a great couple. I mean that's what high school was about, algebra, bad lunch, and infidelity." O.G. Anonymous recognized this one from Clerks
  6. "I find your lack of faith disturbing." Go Chris! This was, of course, from Star Wars
  7. Maybe I didn't really know you. Maybe you were just a mirage. Maybe the world is full of food and sex and spectacle and we're all just hurling towards an apocalypse, in which case it's not your fault. I'm been thinking about all these things and... you're probably standing there monitoring. And one more thing - about the letter. Nuke it. Flame it. Destroy it. - It hurts me to know it's out there. Later." Anne guessed this one from one of the best movies of our youth; Say Anything.
  8. "Tell everyone that when the day is out we shall have a wedding. Or a hanging. Either way, we're gonna have a lot of fun, huh?" Alison again! This time it was from Robin Hood:Men In Tights
  9. "James Bond never has to put up with this sort of sh*t!"(This one is probably too obvious, but it's my favorite.)
  10. "In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with." Anonymous (for real this time, I knew who the other two were) correctly guessed this one was from Juno. A new favorite!

Leave your guesses in the Comment section and feel free blog this yourselves. I had way too much fun putting this together!

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

My Redneck Laptop*

The connection between the power cord and my laptop has become so tenuous that I usually have to hold it in place before the laptop recognizes that it's plugged in and can continue working instead of dying several times every time I try to check my google reader or write a new post of my own. Of course, when I hold the cord in place, then I only have one free hand to type with-not fun. So, until I can get his fixed, I am forced to share the living room computer with my kids. Also not fun. Expect blogging to be sporadic until I get the situation resolved. Sorry!

*In this case, I'm afraid that I'm not referring to any kind of strip club activity. Although there may very well be one by the same name. You never know.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Music Monday

In honor of my friend Christy's new iPod shuffle, I'm going to shuffle mine and list the first ten songs that play. Feel free to play along with me, and let me know in the Comments section:

  1. "I Dreamed a Dream" from the Les Mis Soundtrack
  2. "Mama I'm a Big Girl Now" from Hairspray
  3. "Oklahoma" from Oklahoma (When I found the version with Hugh Jackman on iTunes...I had to have it.)
  4. "We Are All Earthlings" Sesame Street Muppets
  5. "All 'Er Nothin'" also from Oklahoma. I heard this last night on the drive home from Tulsa. It made me laugh. I was actually thinking about posting it as a video or lyrics today. Cool that it came up on its own.
  6. "When You Believe" from the Prince of Egypt soundtrack (I swear I have other songs on here too.)
  7. "Love Somebody" by Rick Springfield (See, told ya!)
  8. "Let It Be" by Paul McCartney
  9. "Woman" by John Lennon (How cool was it for those two songs to play back to back?!)
  10. "Defying Gravity" from the Wicked soundtrack (I suppose that's appropriate for the last song.)

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Memorable Quotes o' the Week

Me (on parenting): "I'm doing my best to teach my kids tolerance. I couldn't bear for them to judge someone based on their race, religion, or sexual orientation. But if they figure out someone is stupid, I'm all about letting them point that out."

For example, we went to the zoo on Thursday. I hate to visit the zoo during spring break because it is packed. But, we have a family pass, so I figured if we were hating it; we could leave after an hour or so. (We lasted 2, and then Dave had an errand to run.) Anyway, anyplace packed with people always ups the potential for stupidity among the masses and that day was no different. There was one woman in particular who kept shoving her "preshus" grandchildren in front of mine at every crowded exhibit there was (or most of them). Which explains my pride at this exchange (some names have been changed):

Scary Grandma in front of the Ape Escape exhibit: (where she had just, no doubt, shoved Tristan out of the way) Hey little Bubba Jr.! Com'ere and lookit the monkeys!
Tristan: I'm sorry Ma'am, but they're gorillas.
Scary Grandma: (blank stare)
Tristan: You know, go-ril-las.
Scary Grandma: (looks at me to 'discipline' my son for his cheek)
Me: That's my smart boy, Tristan!

I am so going to get beat up someday...

Friday, March 21, 2008

Know and Tell Friday


I love it when Annie does this meme every week. And because the nice blogger at To Know Him says anyone can participate, I believe I will:



Question 1: Do you color your hair (give me some background info on this one)?

I haven't since last August, but having grown up a blonde; I hate the light brown color my hair has become. It solves itself every summer with time spent outside, but I usually use highlights throughout the rest of the year so that I still feel like me.


Question 2: What is one thing that you do with your family (or by yourself) to celebrate Easter?

No matter how busy we are, me and my sisters always gathered at Aunt M's to dye Easter eggs. (I even left a dance at Myrtle Lodge one year to make sure it happened, and I NEVER wanted to leave early from there.) Now our kids do it at either her house or mine every year (tomorrow included). We go to Tulsa after church on Sunday so that my grandfather can send the kids on endless Easter egg hunts. He loves it!


Question 3: How old was your oldest living relative (still living or in the past)?

My great-great-great Aunt Lyda lived to be 102. She was Aunt M's aunt. (Aunt M is going to give her a run for her money though.)


Question 4: What is one thing that can be a "time waster" to you?

Definitely the computer. I've been pretty good about it lately, though.


Question 5: Most annoying bug?

At work it's definitely wasps. They build nests everywhere and we are endlessly trying to get rid of them since we host school groups from all over the state on almost a daily basis. (And it will be a daily basis from the last week in March through mid-May, I'm tired just looking at the calendar.) The kids freak out, the parents and teachers get onto us for "hosting" them, and they don't go without a fight. Not fun.


Question 6: What does Easter mean to you?

That I'm forgiven. Anyone who reads this blog can see that I still struggle daily to let go of some of the bigger mistakes that I've made in my life. But rest assured that I do know deep down that whether or not I ever make complete peace with myself, my debts with God were settled the minute I accepted Christ. (Which I did on Easter weekend of 1992-so this season is always extra special to me.)
Thanks again to To Know Him for such a great meme!

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Thursday Thirteen #44


Thirteen Road Trip Songs



Once again, I must give props to my good friend Toni who asked us to list our favorite road trip music at her new site, Bring the Family.

1. "Movin' Right Along" by the Muppets (As soon as my friend Chris and I were deemed old enough to travel outside city limits in her little white Pontiac, this song was our constant companion. Still is...)
2. "Bat Out of Hell" by Meatloaf (I mean the single, but the whole album has long been a favorite of mine when I'm behind the wheel.)
3. "Life is a Highway" either version works (You can thank my kids and the movie "Cars" for this one making the list.)
4. "Celebrate Me Home" by Kenny Loggins (I've played the last two years' road trips to Tucson. It's becoming a tradition. At least I can remember seeing all the loved ones fondly, I can't say the same for the Fiesta Bowls.)
5. "Year 3000" by the Jonas Brothers (We first heard this on Radio Disney on our Tennessee/Florida road trip of two summers ago. It played again when I drove the kids to Arizona 6 months later, and now it doesn't seem like we're road-tripping unless we've heard it at least once. Radio Disney is always more than happy to oblidge.)
6. "Get Off of My Cloud" by The Rolling Stones, or "Los Stones" as Chris and I liked to call them (How many trips did we spend singing "Hey! Hey! You! You!" back and forth to each other? I don't think I can number them. And aren't the folks on last Fall's Southwest flight to L.A. happy it didn't occur to us to do it then? Not that we didn't owe those poor people some earplugs anyway...)
7. "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)" by The Proclaimers (With many clever variations when the kids ask "How much FAR-THER?!)
8. The Grease Soundtrack (I have to be careful with this one now that there are kids in the car, but it still gets plenty of airtime when we're on the road. Speaking of being "on the road")
9. "On the Road Again" by either Willie Nelson or Me First and the Gimme Gimmes, both make us happy.
10. "It Won't Be Long" by The Beatles (Often played in reply to "Are we there yet?")
11. "Country Roads" by John Denver
12. "Last Train to Clarksville" by the Monkees and any Elvis Presley or Loretta Lynn songs(This one is specific only to our trips to visit Dave's family in Tennessee because we travel through Clarksville, Arkansas, Memphis, and Nashville to get there. None of it gets any air time on our other trips.)
13. "Oklahoma" (Always sung enthusiastically by us when we cross back into the borders of our home state.)

There are so many more I could add to this list. What songs do you like when you are "On the Road Again?"





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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Turn On Those TV's-Updated

My cousin Gary and his wife Teresa are on Wife Swap RIGHT NOW!!

Now that it's over, I have the following to point out:

  • They have an older daughter who is away at college. They had to pretend she didn't exist for the show.
  • Teresa is one of the sweetest and kindest women I know. She's also fairly shy in person. I do not like the way they portrayed her one bit.
  • Gary is a lot smarter than he was portrayed as well. I got mad every time his "new wife" raised her voice to him because he is just the nicest guy ever and doesn't deserve to be spoken to like that.
  • I also lock our pantry. Not because I want to watch my kids' weights, but because they will refuse all healthy meals and snack on whatever junk they can find all day long if I don't. I think Theresa just hadn't realized that Cade was old enough to watch his own diet. I still think of him as being about 7 years-old myself. And on holidays at Namaw and Pawdad's? He eats whatever he wants. (And it was one thing for that mom to take the lock off of the fridge, but quite another for her to stock it with nothing but crap likes pies and cakes that no kid needs to eat in large amounts at any time.)
  • Cade is not a "self-absorbed young man." Anyone who sees him patiently entertaining my much younger children each Thanksgiving and Christmas would know that.
  • Cade LOVES wrestling and has since he was little. He pulled his parents into that world and not vice versa.
  • Teresa has plenty of her own life, like most moms, she squeezes it in around her kids' lives.
  • Never once have they called my drummer brother-in-law a "sissy" (which also happens to be their nickname for my Namaw since Gary's mom is her youngest sister) or referred to any of us as "losers" even though Cade seems to be the only athlete of note produced by our collective family gene pool.
  • I had no idea Gary Dean was a wrestler. Also, my dad must have inherited all the singing talent. (Love ya, Gary! You were an awfully good sport about all of that.)
  • Gary describing his experience in the live drawing class is way funnier than seeing it on TV. What can I say? My family is made up of story-tellers.
  • If my kids, my husband and I were anywhere near as self-disciplined and organized as my cousin's family, it would be that much better for us. They are not control freaks.
  • Don't believe everything you see on TV.

Tuesday, March 18, 2008

Topic Tuesday

I was very saddened to read about the recent disturbance caused by missionaries of my faith in San Luis, CO. The events themselves happened over two years ago and involve a series of disrespectful pictures and the alleged destruction of property at a local Catholic shrine. This act was perpetrated by a bunch of 19 year-old boys who apparently had nothing better to do on their one day off than make fools of themselves and mock the predominant religion in the area where they were serving. (The pictures reveal them to be playing with a broken statue. They did replace the head back on the statue, but were they the ones who broke it in the first place? Nothing I've read has been really clear on that. The allegation is that they did, but I've not heard nor seen evidence to support either side and I'm using the word "alleged" not to protect them; but because I'm not sure what happened.)

As I've mentioned before, I once served an LDS mission in Italy. As an adult convert with lots of respect for other religions (not to mention Catholic friends and family members), I didn't participate in or even condone this type of behavior. But that doesn't mean it didn't happen. I am disappointed by the actions of these young men and I support whatever action both the legal system and my church sees fit to inflict on them. I used the San Luis article in my above link because it seemed the least biased.(Though, in my opinion, the Catholic Journal Online was also very fair in its description of the events. Props to them!) Perhaps the most inflammatory coverage is not in the Salt Lake Tribune's coverage, but in the accompanying message boards where endless non-Mormon's have seen fit to point the finger of blame at our church's attitude of disrespect towards all other faith's besides our own. I find this amusing on several levels.

Before I explain that last statement, I need to clarify something. While I certainly can't speak for each and every experience at the Missionary Training Center, I can reassure you that during my eight-week stay in 1994; we were lectured quite extensively to show proper respect for beliefs and religious relics inherent to the culture of the areas in which we were serving. (Not a problem for me, I have a fondness for all things Catholic. I even majored in Latin for goodness sakes!) I will admit that not all missionaries who served with me adhered strictly to what they were taught in the 90's, and I'm not surprised that such antics still happen now; however unfortunate that is. What I find so funny how quick devotees of other faiths are to jump on the "Mormon supremacy" bandwagon when you know that those who are pointing fingers are the exact same ones who would gladly take rude pictures in Salt Lake City's temple square or desecrate statues of Joseph Smith if they thought they could get away with it. In fact, should we all run and check Photobucket right now? Remember when selling temple clothing on eBay was all the rage? There aren't words for how offensive I found that. But, I'm sure no other faiths convinced of the "rightness" of their actions were involved in that "harmless prank," were they? And did that promote the same self-righteous indignation that those of other faiths are expressing on behalf of their Catholic friends of San Luis, CO? I doubt it.

Are we Mormons guilty of spiritual elitism? As a population, I don't think so. As individuals, certainly. But no more and no less than those zealous members of any other faith represented in the U.S. population. And, as a "minority" religion, we certainly do not enjoy the same positive spotlight as other mainstream churches receive from the Fox News type media outlets. (Mitt Romney's recent candidacy should certainly serve as proof of that statement.) If you ask me, I think all church leaders both Mormon and otherwise could do with a little more time spent teaching tolerance and acceptance of all walks of life from their pulpits and a little less about why God loves only us. Otherwise, we sure are going to have to work a lot harder to get along when we all meet up in heaven. And I don't think that's what Jesus had in mind when he went to prepare a place for us.

Monday, March 17, 2008

Back By Popular Demand

No, not my blog posts (though I'm thrilled to have Google working at home again)...it's just time for more "Conversations with My Mother."

The back story is that Mom was supposed to be at Aunt M's today when I dropped Natalie off for lunch. She told me that if she wasn't there, just to leave Natalie because "Amanda doesn't mind babysitting." Amanda is Aunt M's home health aide, I'm sure she's an excellent babysitter, but that's not part of her job and I don't dump my responsibilities off on other people. I explained that to mom who reassured me she would be there. So, I took Natalie to work with me this morning and drove her the ten minutes from work to Aunt M's house about half an hour before I was due to give a tour. No one answered the door. Aunt M doesn't leave the house anymore, but I didn't see Amanda's truck outside either. I was confused. I called Mom. The following conversation ensued:

Me: Um...Mom? I'm at Aunt M's and no one is answering. Did you all go somewhere?

(Aunt M will occasionally venture out to her broker's office and he sometimes takes her to lunch. Considering how much of his lifestyle that her money alone must provide, I think it's time well-spent on his part.)

Mom: (dramatically) Well, I am lecturing at Will Rogers today, and I had to walk out to take your phone call.

(This is likely not how that played out. She is quite self-importantly involved in the State Parliamentarian Society and does occasionally speak, but likely she was just on the program and had either finished or was still waiting for her turn. She has missed the births of several grandchildren when she's had speeches to give, so it's doubtful she would have walked out just to take my phone call mid-speech. It is not at all unlike her to lie about it to make me feel bad, however.)

Me: Whatever. So, should I just take Natalie back to work? I've got a tour in about 20 minutes.

Mom: Well, Aunt M and Amanda must be there. Why don't you climb the fence, go around the back, and pound on the patio door?

Me: (Watching the security guy drive by for the second time, eyeing me suspiciously for still being on the porch. He is very protective of Aunt M.) I don't believe I'll try that. And if it's just Amanda here, I already told you that I don't expect her to babysit on top of taking care of Aunt M. (My voice may have raised slightly here, but Natalie can attest to the fact that I was not yelling. Also, Mom is getting deaf as a post, so a certain amount of volume is required to communicate with her at all. And, we were on cell phones.)

Mom: (Suddenly loud and melodramatic) WELL, I SEE THAT WE HAVE TO RESOLVE THIS SITUATION! BUT COULD YOU PLEASE STOP SCREAMING AT ME?!

(I suddenly realize one of her friends must be witnessing the conversation and that I've become the unwitting co-star in another of her little life dramas. I hate it when she does this.)

Me: (calm) I'm not yelling. I'm not even worried about this. I just need to know when to bring Natalie by because I need to get back to work and give a tour. Natalie has been with me all day, she can help. She likes it. Just tell me when to bring her back this evening.

Mom: AMANDA CAN WATCH HER!!!

Me: That's not what we pay her to do.

Mom: I DID! I GAVE HER A BIG WAD OF CASH THIS MORNING AND TOLD HER TO EXPECT YOU AT LUNCH.

(Which was clearly why Amanda and Aunt M were in the den with the TV up so loud that they didn't hear us. Because we were expected. And it did turn out that they were there doing just that. And Mom did not give her any extra money. That much I'm sure of.)

Me: Tell you what, I'm going to go back to work and give that tour. We're going to close at around four. Natalie and I are going to take my Christmas bonus gift card to Penn Square and finally spend it, then I will call and see if you all are back at Aunt M's. Talk to you then.

Mom: Blah blah! Amanda! Blah! Blah! Ungrateful! Blah Blah! Disrespectful! Blah! Bla...

Me: (Clicking my phone closed)

Natalie had a great time at the Mall, we got Easter dresses at 50% off, got a snack at Sonic and then I did take her to Aunt M's. I had my doubts about this because Mom is clearly in crazy mode right now. But, Natalie was set on going and Aunt M was set on having her. My Dad is there too. And besides, apparently Amanda can always watch her.

Saturday, March 15, 2008

Quick Quotes

I'm a little overwhelmed by life right now to do much updating here. I am finishing up the last of my three years as a PTA President and beginning a new calling in the Stake Young Women's presidency. These two won't overlap for long, but my life will remain pretty crazy until the end of the school year. What has been a huge surprise to me is that having served for two years of as what I thought was the most ineffectual leader the kids' school had ever seen, my third year finds me strangely confident in my abilities. ("Strange" only because it is completely unlike me to have any faith in myself) And while I am humbled and overwhelmed at the thought of my church calling, I also think I am very capable of doing it. I've never considered myself as leadership material, and if you've met me in person, you wouldn't either. I didn't aspire to be PTA President and was told long ago never to expect to lead the youth. I could easily name about ten people who are likely more qualified than me to fill any of the positions I've held at this point, but I have to say now that I don't feel undeserving of them either. While it seems unrelated, we finished listening to Harry Potter Book 7 yesterday amid many tears (mostly mine) and thunderous applause (mostly Natalie and Tristan's). I don't know how I missed this before, but I found this particular gem of Albus Dumbledore's to be quite inspiring and quite applicable when I heard it. So, I leave it with you all in lieu of a post of my own:

"It is a curious thing, Harry, but perhaps those who are best suited to power are those who have never sought it. Those who, like you, have leadership thrust upon them, and take up the mantle because they must, and find to their own surprise that they wear it well." ~J.K. Rowling, "King's Cross," Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, 2007, spoken by the character Albus Dumbledore

(I searched all over the Internet for this before finally finding it here.)

Thursday, March 13, 2008

Don't Hate Me Because I'm Beautiful


Because my friend Tiffany requested a better picture of my first completed knitting project (AND because I have no time to write a real post), here is just about the worst picture of me I've ever taken; but the only decent picture I have of the scarf.


Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Wordless Wednesday: I Made This!


Tuesday, March 11, 2008

My First Bloggy Carnival

Sarcastic Mom has asked those of us 'in the know' to talk about breastfeeding. I nursed all four of my kids until they were at least a year old and let each of them self-wean. I thought I had something profound to say on the subject. It turns out that I just want to be silly. So, in no particular order, here are some of my funnier memories of being a nursing mom:

  • When Tristan was born, my friend Anne came to visit. She went with us to church that Sunday and accompanied me on a trip to the nursing mother's room (It was deserted and she stole no one's chair-I promise. Sometimes the church's "mother's room" was standing-room only back in Norman 1st. Which beats sitting up against the kitchen door so no one will walk in on you in Blanchard...but I digress.) Anyway, Tristan was about 3 weeks old and my skin was still, shall we say, "chafed." I was used to it, but the look on Anne's face when she got an accidental glimpse of what breastfeeding really does to your body was priceless! (Anne, I hope we didn't scar you for life. It all heals by about 6 weeks, even for the very white gals, like me.)
  • While I'm on the subject, the nursing room was often crowded at church and we came up with our own little system over who got the two chairs v. who sat on the floor. Basically, the newest moms or the ones with the youngest babies got the chairs. It never failed that my kids were 6 mos. and up on crowded days. No wonder I owned so many denim dresses and flowing skirts in the 90's.
  • Our very first Sunday in Blanchard, I was directed to the kitchen to nurse an almost-too-old Elisa. I didn't know you had to sit against the door, and President C. walked right in on us. That's the way to make a first impression! (I weaned her within the month too.)
  • Once at WDW, we were seated on the floor waiting for Playhouse Disney Live to start. Some dad took the Cast Member's advice to sit close together a little too much to heart and was almost in my lap. Elisa seemed fussy, so with less modesty than usual, I whipped open my shirt and started feeding her. I've never seen someone move away so fast. Mission accomplished!
  • An old family friend (I've known him since I was 10 and he was 4) came home from basic training and joined Dave's Nat'l Guard Unit at my suggestion. No sooner did he sign up than the deployment orders to Bosnia came. Following one of the joint training sessions/family support training meetings, he came over to see if Dave and I could give him a ride home. I was nursing Tristan, but I'm usually very discreet and he didn't even notice what was going on for the first few minutes. Dave walked over, agreed to take him home, then patted the back of Tristan's head and said "Are you hungry, Little Guy?!" Matt's eyes got HUGE and I've never seen him move so fast either. (His wife was pregnant at the time, so I was all laughing at him and saying "Get used to it, Dude!" He did.)
  • When Natalie was tiny, I was so sleep-deprived that I couldn't see straight. On one of the first night's that I managed to nurse her to sleep, Dave's home teaching companion came over so they could carpool and I raced to open the door before he rang the bell and woke the baby. I had known him since college (Derek B.) and chatted with him while we waited for Dave. He seemed oddly uncomfortable. They left and I looked down to see that my shirt was still unbuttoned from top to bottom. (I was still covered, but not by much.) He and Dave remained friends until they moved, his wife had their first baby about a month later (which, I think, explained a lot), and we never spoke of it again. Thank goodness!
  • They encourage you to nurse your child as quickly after birth as possible. Natalie and I did not get to attempt this, and struggled through the first several weeks. Tristan was another story. He was less than an hour old and had yet to leave the room following his birth. Since he was my second child, I told the lactation consultant that I thought I knew what I was doing. She agreed and started to leave. He seemed to know to open his mouth, but I couldn't get him to shut it and latch on properly. I had Dave chase after her out in the hall and she returned. She asked me the problem and I said "He won't shut his mouth." With a well-deserved eye roll in my direction, she pinched his lips closed over my nipple and he immediately began to eat. Problem solved. And I didn't think of this on my own, why?!
  • Then there are all those lovely times I managed to to grocery shopping my myself, hear someone else's baby crying at the store...and well, you other nursing moms know the rest. It's funny now, anyway.
  • And finally, while nursing a baby at my friend Lanie's, she came into the bedroom with me to keep me company during my self-imposed exile. Poor Lanie (and Chris, and Wendy) has had more inadvertent exposure to what I look like topless than most people because we've had to change from jeans and t-shirts into formal gowns complete with pantyhose and crinolines in just about every environment imaginable (including between the open back doors of Mom Mary Kay's van with she and Linda trying to hold up car blankets as curtains-remember that, Ladies?). So, she's pretty familiar with what I looked like pre-baby. As she got a glimpse of my new and improved nursing mother rack, she burst out with a "My Lord Lissy, look at you! Now I know why you breastfeed!" (Sadly, they don't stay that way when you wean. Sigh.)

For the rest of the carnival entries (most of which I'm sure are more touching and informative than mine), I refer you back to our carnival hostess; Sarcastic Mom. Coming up at the end of March-birth stories. I'm sure my male readers can't wait! (And I'm sorry for this one Guys, but I am a Mommy blogger.)

Dear CD Player...Pt. 2

I was wrong about you. It turns out you can make me cry on the drive home as well as the drive to school. At least Natalie was crying with me this time. It usually embarrasses her. But the end of Book 7? That's some seriously sad stuff, Folks.

Monday, March 10, 2008

If You Made It Through the "Reveal" Post...

  1. Thanks for reading all of that.
  2. Thanks for the sweet comments and emails, they are much appreciated! And...
  3. I've rewritten it just a bit. It is still rambling, but at least it IS coherent now.
  4. Sorry about posting my first draft without edits! I'll try not to let it happen again.

To the CD Player in my Car:

Why is it that you only play the weepier parts of Harry Potter book seven when I am driving the kids to school? You knew the return of Prodigal Percy would make me sob, and sure enough all the PTA moms thought something horrible had happened to me as soon as they saw my tear-stained face this morning. The afternoon drive home was full of silly things like Grawp tossing Hagrid into the castle and Harry's "Is this the moment?!" comment to Ron and Hermione. No tears there-and even Tristan was forced to note "it's ABOUT TIME!" (In regards to the Ron/Hermione comment). Good times were had by all the listeners. But, as the CD ended, Tonks took off after Lupin and Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the Room of Requirement. And that means that tomorrow morning will leave me in even more tears over the more serious parts of "The Battle of Hogwarts." Fortunately, we are done counting candy money and taking prize orders, and I don't have to go inside the school tomorrow. Also, I stock large amounts of tissue in my glove compartment. I will just have to promise my co-workers yet again that Dave doesn't beat me in the mornings and that yes, I really am this much of a cry-baby over a silly children's book. (Not that I would ever call it that.)

Sunday, March 09, 2008

Week In Review

Just because I wrote a mini-novel with my last post doesn't mean you've been spared...

Reading-

Women Don't Ask-

Slowly but surely I am working my way through this book. I'd say I'm about halfway finished though I did skip ahead and read the last chapter about negotiating in the home since it seemed the most pertinent to my life. (I've seen the operating budget where I work, they truly can't afford to pay me more, or at all really.) Don't ask how the in-home negotiations are going...sigh.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows-

Harry, Ron, and Hermione have infiltrated Hogwarts and they're looking for the diadem. Exciting times...and about three CD's left.

Watching

quarterlife-Uhh...I liked this when it was a movie called St. Elmo's Fire or Reality Bites. I love the idea of this show, but I just can't get into it.

Reaper-Still saved on my DVR, it was a busy week.

In My Netflix Queue-

The Game Plan-

Tristan picked this. It was adorable and made for a nice family night yesterday. I'm not as big a fan of The Rock as my friend, Lanie. But this, I liked. No one was more surprised than me. It's not Oscar winning stuff by any stretch, but it made for a pleasant evening. And no, that wasn't me tearing up at the end. (OK, it totally was.)

Extracurricular Activities-

Mom's Night-

Now that there are more than two of us in the PTA, we can get together on occasion and cut loose while the kids play. We never got around to the pedicures, but it was a wonderful evening just the same. I hope we do it again soon.

Stake Leadership Meetings-

I wouldn't normally count this as something fun, but I'm sure watching me shake like a leaf seated next to Sister H on the stand where everyone could see was probably funny for the people who knew me. I tried to tell her I don't sit up front and center with all eyes on me oh...say...ever, but apparently I had to yesterday. I managed never to give a talk my entire time in Norman 1st and 4th wards so I really had NEVER been up there before yesterday. Then, Pres. K (stake president) decided to come in and observe for my segment (and only mine) during the individual YW presidency training. Fortunately, my job was to moderate a panel discussion, so I didn't have to sound impressive; only to call on other women who did. Still, it went well and I felt MUCH better when it was over and done.

The Big "Reveal"

To be honest, I've known this for so long now that revealing it today feels rather anti-climactic. Nonetheless, I made a promise to share this information...and I'll try to write a good narrative that makes the wait worth your while.

As most of you know, I joined the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints as a young adult. (I was 20 and I just passed the 15-year mark since my baptism-you all can do the math.) The detailed story of how that happened has long since been shared here. The short version is that I was raised by a lapsed-Catholic Mom and an agnostic Dad and I became obsessed with finding a religion from the minute some of the kids on the playground thought it was odd that my family didn't go to church. (I was raised in the heart, or buckle, of the Bible Belt-remember?) Starting at the age of 8, I attended a huge variety of church services trying to find what I liked. I first set foot in an LDS chapel at the age of 12, visiting with my friend Anne, and it felt like home to me. Everything I was taught sounded familiar and I knew (to paraphrase Brigham Young) that 'this was the place.' Because you have to have parental consent, and preferably their involvement, to join the church; my parents said I could do it when I was 18. My 18th birthday found me in a very dark and scary place both spiritually and emotionally. It wasn't until I was 20 that I felt healed enough to make any kind of big life decisions. But once I had resumed attending LDS sacrament meetings, it didn't take too long for me to determine that my spiritual quest (or at least Part One of it) had come to an end. The church completed me just as much as it had when I was younger.

Unfortunately, I had made a lot of mistakes getting from Point A to Point B, and because I had already known 'the rules of the church' so-to-speak; I had a really hard time believing that my baptism had forgiven my previous transgressions because I had knowingly broken those rules and I had broken some pretty big ones at that. I spent most of my years from 18 to 23 feeling fairly unworthy of any attention or affection I received from anyone I deemed "better" than me. And that was pretty much everyone. It is a testament to the friends I still have from that part of my life that they are still around today. I sure tried hard to run each and every one of them off at one time or another. But most of them (and their mothers) insisted on loving me anyway. Thank God (and them) for that! Fortunately, I served a mission. It turns out that you can't teach repentance and belief in Christ to others without learning a lot about it yourself. Still the one lifelong member that I dated (often referred to as "Church boy" here) spent a great deal of our courtship letting me know how "lucky" I was that he was willing to overlook my "sordid" past. I finally got fed up with that and dumped him. However, I took his parting shot of "good luck finding any other decent returned missionary to take you on" very personally. While I remained active and even began serving as the singles' branch Relief Society President (the church woman's organization), I decided not to date any more lifelong members of the church. Explaining my past to one of them had been humiliating enough, and I wasn't going through that again ever if I could help it.

Soon enough, I reconnected with Dave who I had dated briefly just before I started college. He had been roommates with a friend of mine from church for years. Through that friend we stayed in touch with one another, but I had turned down his previous offers for dinner or a movie because I was trying to be a good member of the church. And that meant dating other Latter-Day Saints. Frustrated over the way in which Church Boy had dismissed me as "damaged goods" after our break-up and a few other of life's disappointments, I decided that I didn't care anymore. We got serious rather quickly, but my acceptance in the University of Arizona's Classical Archeology program and Dave's resistance to any invitations to attend church at all caused my life to switch directions. Shortly before I moved, my Branch President called me in for a "release interview" as R.S. President. This, I expected. His words, I did not. He told me that by dating a non-member so publicly had likely set "a bad precedent" for the younger Relief Society sisters in our branch. That he was glad to release me and that I shouldn't count on EVER holding a leadership position in the church again-and certainly NEVER one that dealt with the youth. I walked out of his office broken-hearted. I likely should have complained to someone about his abusive words even if it was just to my Father in Heaven in prayer, but my mission president had a strict policy of "thou shalt not whine" that I subconsciously began applying first to all of my priesthood leaders and later to God himself. I quit telling Him about my problems and concerns lest he mulitply them even more. My prayers became pretty perfunctory as a result, and so did my level of spirituality. (In defense of all mission presidents, they have charge over as many as 300 missionaries all of whom get homesick, frustrated in their work, and annoyed with the companions. Multiply that by the right number and the "thou shalt not whine" rule makes sense.)

It isn't customary in my family to be religious at all, and with such hurt feelings I moved to Arizona feeling quite disillusioned. I thought a new place might be a good time to quit. But, I attended church with my friend Anne and with my roommate anyway. I was careful not to be too active and not to get involved, though. I was determined to fly under the radar at all costs, lest I ultimately decided to leave the church behind. That way my absence might not be as noted. I was also still in love with Dave who surprised me by studying the church while I was away and getting baptized over Thanksgiving Break. We were married soon thereafter and split our time between Arizona and Oklahoma, often meeting halfway in Albuquerque, NM. Three months after our wedding, I found out I was pregnant and my life changed directions yet again. I finished my spring semester and went back to Oklahoma, rather reluctantly. Despite my growing list of issues, I started attending church regularly again. I felt that I had to for the sake of my coming daughter. And I remembered that once upon a time I had loved my time as an R.S. President and I had hoped one day to work with the Young Women just as my Rainbow "moms" Linda and Mary Kay had once done so patiently with teen-aged me. My Branch President's pronouncement of "never" still hung above me though and I felt that having been told I wouldn't ever be worthy of those callings, there was very little to look forward to when it came to weekly church attendance.

Over the years, I have had some good callings. Dave and I co-taught the 12-14 year-olds throughout my pregnancy with Natalie and almost up until she was a year-old. My degree is in secondary education, so I loved that. Then, I became a Relief Society teacher which I also liked very much. For the most part, I taught the youth; but always as a Sunday School teacher not as a YW leader. About two years ago, my family moved and, because where you attend church is dependent on where your house is located; we found ourselves in a small branch about 20 minutes away from where we had always gone previously. Before long, the first part of my former Branch President's prophecy was contradicted when I was called to serve in the Primary Presidency as 2nd counselor. I didn't always love this calling, I'm not great with little kids, but I did my best to be a help to our Primary President who was pregnant most of the time we served together. One of those "helpful" things that I did was agree to take on the most challenging Primary class. Within two months, I had all but quit going to church unless it was absolutely necessary. I didn't feel I could complain, but I also knew I couldn't handle one more Sunday in that classroom without completely losing it.

And then...the miracle happened! After only 8 months in a calling that typically lasts a year or two; I was released. And not long after that, I heard the words from my current branch president that I had been told by that previous one never to expect: "Sister Gregg, we would like to extend you a calling to the Young Women's Presidency." I think I cried, but I was mostly stunned. It was more than I ever dared hoped for and the last two years that I spent first as the 2nd Counselor, then as the 1st Counselor have possibly been the happiest times I've had since I was baptized with the exception of my 18-month mission. For those of you who are long-time readers, you also know that I was recently released under some rather disappointing circumstances. (The biggest one being that I had almost, but not quite, finished all the requirements for my personal progress award and I've wanted one of those since I was 14 and going to early morning Seminary and Wednesday night Mutual with LDS friends.) But more than that disappointment, there was a feeling that I just couldn't shake that told me "you aren't done with this yet." And yet, I HAD been released. I even had a new calling (in Primary, of course, because there's nothing better to add to injury than insult). But that feeling just wouldn't go away.

And so, I did something that I hadn't done since my mission. I did more than say prayers. I used those 30 minutes that I have on my morning commute to really TALK to God like I never have before. I supplicated, I apologized, I whined on many occasions, and I told Him that I was at the end of my spiritual rope. I had never been as good at any calling as I was in those that involved the youth. In college, they made me work both with primary and secondary grade levels to see where I excelled and it has always been the 12 and up crowd where I make my mark and with whom I do my best work. A lot of people in our church aspire to youth callings. I don't want them because they are "fun," I want them because that's what I'm good at, and I don't say that about much of anything else that I do. I was angry at my Branch leaders because I felt they had disregarded my obvious talents in favor of giving those callings to their "favorites" and sticking me with one they knew I didn't want as a way of putting me 'in my place.' I know God hates a complainer, but after shutting up and putting up for years and years; I had had enough, and I let Him know it. A few weeks ago, I was sitting at my friend Chris' house telling her that while I still believed in the church and had no arguments with the doctrine, I suspected I was just about done attending. With all the youth callings in brand-new hands and no promise of anything but Primary for the next several years; I was through. As I saw it, I had held any calling that appealed to me and that I felt I had been given my current calling so that certain men in our branch could have a bit of a laugh at my expense and, if that was the case, I was done.

The next morning, the phone rang. It was a member of our stake presidency (branch or ward controls immediate geographic location, stakes have authority over several of these at a time). He wanted to meet with me. I was pretty sure it was going to be a request to take down this blog. Instead, it was to call me into the Stake Young Women's Presidency as 1st Counselor. Even though I was whining, even though I was often praying out of pure frustration; it turns out that God was listening anyway. And that I really and truly wasn't "done with this yet," just I had believed all along. Never in my life, even before that first Branch President's 'condemnation' of me, did I EVER think I would serve the church on anything more than a local level. Those feelings of unworthiness? They just don't go away. But that ten minute interview two weeks ago has pushed them farther from me than ever before. I still feel quite stunned and quite thrilled by this turn of events. Not only do I now know that my Heavenly Father was very aware of what was going on in my heart, I see that He also knew better than I did that I could rise above it, get over myself, and still be trusted with a very important job. I am still slightly in shock, even though I participated in my first leadership training class yesterday (at least the first one where I was a teacher rather than a student). And the Stake President's talk that opened that conference was all about how no Latter-Day Saint woman should EVER consider herself "damaged goods" if she has repented AND that anyone who does so denies the Atonement of Christ. Coincidence? I think not. Given my attitude over the past several weeks, I know this calling is not something I "deserve," but I still accepted it gratefully and I will work very hard to make sure no one thinks this was some kind of mistake or "pity" calling. I will admit that I am ashamed of my 6-week attitude problem and very happy for this opportunity to serve my stake and, of course, all of its Young Women. And, on a lighter note, guess who still gets to teach Primary in addition to all her new duties until a replacement can be found? Yep, that's right. It's me.

Friday, March 07, 2008

Non Va Piu Bene'!

It's that time of year again. It's time to set our clocks forward an hour, to get ready for Easter and General Conference, and for me to rearrange every stick of furniture in the house. That's what I'll be doing this weekend-don't you feel sorry for Dave? (You should!)

The title refers to a wonderful lady from one of my mission cities who had my companion and I come over and move her furniture all over her apartment while she said the above line over and over. It means, roughly translated, "this isn't working for me anymore." And that's exactly how I feel about my house right now.

Be back Sunday afternoon...hopefully with 'the big reveal' that had to be postponed last Sunday.(Unfortunately, it will only be interesting to you if you're a member of my church-sorry Anonymous.)

Thursday, March 06, 2008

Thursday Thirteen #43

I am declaring 2008 The Year of the Baby. Off the top of my head I can think of five people close to me who are pregnant and two people with newborns at home. Since I bowed out of the baby business in 2004 after bringing one home every other year since 1997, I thought I would offer up some of my best 'baby' advice (or assvice, it could be either):

  1. 1. Parenthood is not a competitive sport.
  2. One of the biggest shocks to me as a new mom (besides how little sleep I was getting) was how judgemental other mothers could be if you didn't do something exactly the same way that they did. There were the attachment v. non-attachment parents (I did some AP things like baby-wearing and co-sleeping; but not everything). There was the ever-popular breast v. bottle debate (I breastfed, but I never thought it made me "superior." I was just too cheap to buy formula and too lazy to make a bottle in the middle of the night. Also, it worked for me and it doesn't work for every mom.) And I also seem to remember a lot of controversy about whether or not you followed some guy named Dr. Ezzo. He sounded a little harsh to me with his very disciplined approach to parenting (remember "lazy and cheap mom"), but the flame wars for and against him back on our old MSN parenting bulletin boards were legendary. What I learned over the course of bringing four children into the world and spending ten years as a member of a very diverse online mom group (appropriately dubbed "The Hen House") is that there is no "right" way to be a good parent. You just do what works best for you and your children reserving to right to switch things up if YOU want to and to take and leave whatever advice, or assvice, you receive along the way. And if it works for you and the kids, you owe no one an apology or explanation.

2. SLEEP WHEN THE BABY SLEEPS!

You see this in just about every piece of parenting literature ever printed and it is there for a REASON. There will be plenty of time to clean the house when you are sleeping through the night again. Right now, it's all about survival.

3. Take Turns

When we brought Natalie home, I practically had to chase Dave down when he got home from work so that I could wash my face, run the dishwasher, and go to the bathroom in peace. His argument was that he had just put in a hard day's work and didn't want to "babysit." I would type up my response to that, but I'm trying to keep things clean here. He eventually figured it out, but only after a lot of tears on my part. While dealing with a fussy baby may not have been as physically draining as fixing jet engines all day, it was still a definite strain on me. This didn't mean I didn't love Natalie or that I wasn't ready to become a mother-it just meant it's tough to bring a baby home and couples should pull together and realize they are in this as a team. And if mom or dad is staying home as the primary caregiver, he or she needs a break come dinner time. No matter how bad your day on the job was.

4. Colic is THE WORST, but it will eventually pass

Part of the reason Dave wasn't so gung-ho to hold his new daughter was because she screamed for pretty much the first 6 weeks of her life. There were daily words exchanged about which one of us had a tougher time of it until, quite suddenly, she quit crying and started smiling and laughing. At which point everyone got along much better. They did a government study a few years ago that revealed an infant with colic can create stress in a marriage relationship. Really? Ya think? My reaction was two fold-First, was a sarcastic "I'm SO glad they spent government money to puzzle that one out." And second, "Why the heck didn't I get any of that government money?"

5. Your baby is tougher than you think

I'm not saying his or her first year of life is the time to sign them up for Little League football or anything, but I literally spent 75% of my day worried that Natalie would stop breathing unless I watched her every second. I really want some of that 75% back now. Yes, it is scary to be completely responsible for the well-being of something so very tiny and precious, but remember to enjoy it too because they don't stay that way for very long.

6. Enjoy it while it lasts

You bring the baby home and it is completely helpless. Then, pretty soon, it starts to hold its head up, smile and laugh, then he or she rolls over when you least expect it, then they sit, crawl, stand, and walk (in whatever order THEY decide) and before you know it-they're a year old and you now have a toddler. And that's fun too, but the toddler years last quit a bit longer and include less fun milestones like temper tantrums and potty training.

7. You don't need designer clothes just yet

We were fairly broke when Natalie came along, but I was even willing to clean people's houses to be sure and buy her the latest toys (Beanie babies-ask me how often she played with them) and whatever clothing label all the other babies were wearing. She could have cared less. Save your money until they are old enough to start demanding iPods and a Limited Too wardrobe. It will happen soon enough. Trust me.

8. Don't forget you are still a wife or husband

It is very easy to fall into the trap of becoming so engrossed in your baby that neither one of you pays each other the attention you still need and deserve. Because I breastfed, going out was hard, but we managed it a few times in the first year of each of our babies' lives. Though we have had many good date nights since then, the rare ones squeezed in between feedings when each of our children were very small are still my most memorable.

9. Just because her birthday is the week before Mother's Day doesn't mean you can just let Mother's Day pass unacknowledged because you got her a good birthday gift!!

Did I just type that up for everyone to see? I think that one just applies to my husband, and it's been too late for almost ten years now.. Oh well, I'm leaving it up there. There should be some poor mom out there that benefits from Dave's mistakes. And seriously, her first Mother's Day-it's big. Don't ignore it.

10. No matter how big the burp cloth, the spit-up will still find a way to get on your clothes.

Self-explanatory

11. Particularly messy diapers will only present themselves when you need to be somewhere in about 15 minutes. Usually, it's the Dr.'s office or a portrait studio. The nicer baby's outfit, the bigger the mess will be in proportion.

Also self-explanatory

12. Write down, videotape, and photograph as much of the first year as you can!

Sleep-deprivation will make you forget most of it otherwise.

13. I don't know who wrote that becoming a parent means that your heart now lives outside your body, but I certainly agree with them.

As Vicki Iovine once said "Welcome to the world of the perpetually vulnerable.

Congratulations to all the new parents and parents-to-be both in my life and beyond!

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Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Wordless Wednesday: Announcing FRED Reno 2008!


Tuesday, March 04, 2008

My Favorite Things

I'm kind of piggy-backing on Toni's post tonight. I'm a total plagerist, but it's OK-Toni will kick my rear-end at FRED and I will let her because I'll be that happy to see her again. Toni talked about what things are worth the money. Most of you know that I'm all about bargains, the more money I can save; the happier I am. However, there are a few name-brand products that I LOVE. Here are ten of my must-haves. Kinda like what Oprah's list, only cheaper:

  1. Luna Bars (chocolate peppermint are my favorites)
  2. V-8 Fusion (it really helps my get in all 6 fruit/veggie servings)
  3. Trader Joe's brand laundry detergent (it's environmentally friendly and lasts a LONG time-which is good as my closest Trader Joe's is in Albuquerque, NM.)
  4. Method cleaning wipes (though with all the sickness in our house, maybe we should switch back to Clorox?)
  5. Advil
  6. Diet Coke (lately with vanilla, but that is always subject to change)
  7. Apple's iPod Nano (one of the new ones, in green of course)
  8. Fresh mozzerella cheese and parmesan that doesn't come dry in a plastic container (and you don't want to hear my diatribes on Prego/Ragu pasta sauce OR American Beauty pasta) I'm not partial to any one brand here, it just has to be the "real" thing.
  9. Keds tennis shoes (the knock-offs just don't work for me)
  10. Mary Kay cosmetics

Anyone else have something to add?

Monday, March 03, 2008

A Good Parenting Moment

Natalie jumped into the car after drama class tonight all excited because she wound up getting a solo in their April production even though she was intially told all those parts were taken. (She didn't start the class until January.) Apparently, the girl who had it now has a soccer game instead. In fact, after telling me how happy she was, she back-pedaled a bit because both the girl who gave up the solo and another girl who aspired to it were a more than a little unhappy with Natalie tonight and she wondered if it was OK to still be happy. I told her, on no uncertain terms, that while she shouldn't brag about it; she shouldn't apologize either. And then I repeated it "Never apologize for your successes." It's good advice for me too.

Music Monday

With the news of Jeff Healey's passing this morning,I felt it only appropriate to play "Angel Eyes" in tribute. If you grew up with me, close your eyes while you listen and it will take you right back to the Rainbow/DeMolay dances of our youth. Just make sure you open them up in time for the guitar solo at the end of the song. It is not to be missed! Jeff Healey was blind, who knew?



With a hat tip to Monty who first linked me to the Jeff Healey website this morning.

Sunday, March 02, 2008

Quotes of the Week

On my two girlie vacations last year, we had a lot of laughs writing down all the funny things that we said to each other. I'm going to try and start doing that once a week here on the blog because I'm just as funny at home as I am on the road-even if no one here seems to notice it. Here are a few good ones from this week. Again, all of these are much funnier taken out of context:



"You know this whole coming home and being a wife and mother thing...I'm not feeling it today. I'm staying in the city."

"...But getting blown-off by my psycho, stalker, 'you are the standard by which I measure every other woman,' ex-boyfriend for some 21 year-old? That was a personal low even for me!"

"So you would come to the wedding if I left Dave for some random, evil non-member?"/"I'd be the one in the strapless bridesmaid dress standing right next to you." (It's OK-it was just idle chatter between me and a friend, and we were being silly, no worries)

"You know what I really dread on Sundays? Any talk that's about member missionary work." (My opening line when I got up to bear my testimony today. Yeah, they love me at church. OK, I went on to talk about how my parents came to Roadshow because the kids were in it. And they really do love me at church. We're a small branch and I serve in the Primary. What choice do they have?)

"And I did know who Bruce Campbell was. I just didn't know that was his name." (taken from an email, not a live conversation-but still funny)

Week In Review

Women Don't Ask by Linda Babcock-

I've been working my way through this book more slowly than I would like because I only arrive early to pick up the kids about twice a week, lately. Still, I am learning a lot from it. The basic premise of this book is that women earn less than men, are promoted less often than men, and overall have less satisfaction in their careers simply because they don't ask for more and men do. It's fascinating stuff and I find myself nodding or even verbally agreeing with much of what I have read so far. I'm not finished yet, but this poor book has sat over on my Shelfari shelf with very little acknowledgement until today and I am getting so much from my reading that I wanted to be sure and say something.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows-

We are still not finished, but it amuses Natalie and I to no end when we arrive at their school most mornings either not wanting to get out of the car until we know what happens next ("Miss Melody, I need a tardy slip even though we arrived more than 5 minutes ago. Mom and I couldn't move until Ron destroyed that Horcrux.") OR we are both teary-eyed. ("What's wrong, Melessa?" "(Fill in the blank) just died this morning.") OR we are laughing hysterically. "You a$$, Ronald Weasley!...Where's my wand?!") Good stuff.

Watching-

Heroes: Season 2-

Once I knew there would be no more new episodes until next Fall, I took my time watching the last 2 that I hadn't seen. But, the curiosity got to me and I finished them yesterday. Wow! I know some people have been disappointed with this season. I'm not one of them. This show rocks! And now...the waiting begins. Sigh.

Reaper-

How freakin' funny was Sock's dream about Gladys?! So funny that I can't remember much else about this episode except that. I'm not sure if I'm losing interest in it, or just so busy with everything else in my life that it's taking a back seat. Either way, I'm hoping for better things next week.

Jericho and Quarterlife-

Still sitting unwatched on my DVR. I'll get to them later.

At the Movies-

The Other Boleyn Girl-

I saw this last night. Yes, they cut the book and changed a few things, but nothing that really offended me. Natalie Portman must have read it because she WAS Anne Boleyn as Phillipa Gregory wrote her (except for a couple of annoying scenes where she was Padme again, but she was so brilliant overall that I forgave her). Scarlett Johansen's take on Mary was a little different than the book (or so I thought), but I really liked her. I am guessing Thomas Carey's death must still be on the cutting room floor because it is never addressed in the movie and it's a little confusing to those (like the friend who was with me) who haven't read the book. Also, this movie plays right back into the theory that Dave and I have about there being only 15 actors in all of England who get all the film roles. It was hard to see poor Jude from Across the Universe get beheaded when I had just seen him live happily ever after last week. And cousin Lola is just a troublemaker wherever she goes. Oh well...it was a good movie and definite girls' night out material, preferably if you've read the book first.

Out and About

Church Roadshow-

This is a church activity wherein several congregations in a metro area write up skits for performance, and then all meet together to strut their stuff. Since my friend Lauri co-wrote and directed the show and asked me for nothing more than a few of my kids to be in the show, I was glad to comply. And since my kids all seem to have been bitten by the acting bug lately, they were happy too.The results were adorable! Even my parents braved a couple of hours in an LDS stake center to come and watch them perform. (No worries! I protected them from all black name tags so that they will come back again someday, I'm a good daughter like that. I mean no offense to the wearers of black name tags-I used to be one. I just know what will and won't work with Mom and Dad. OK?!) Our show was cute as were all of the others-but I would still put ours in the top 3 of the afternoon. Not that I'm biased. And now I know the true secret to doing missionary work in my family-put the grandkids on stage and let the grandparents watch and have fun.

Huey Lewis and The News-

Apparently, Linkin Park was also in concert. When I mentioned that Dave and I went to a concert on Friday, a few of the guys at church asked if that's who we saw. We aren't nearly that cool, but how flattering that our youth think we are. Nah! Instead we enjoyed some 80's flashback at our closest casino. I hadn't been yet and while it was fun, the cigarette smoke will have the same deterrent effect as it does when I visit Las Vegas. Fortunately, my cold made it harder to smell it. The concert itself was great except that Dave has the worst luck when he buys tickets. We saw Billy Joel from the top seats at the Ford Center, Carole King from behind the pillar on the Zoo Amphitheatre stage, and Friday night found us behind the most drunk and annoying woman I've ever met. Huey still rocked though. I've wanted to see him in concert a million times and only now at the age of 35 have I managed it. I forgot how much of a musician he was beyond just those pop hits in the '80's. I really liked the acapella stuff they did as well as all the harmonica blowing. I could have listened all night, but they were only on for an hour and a half. If he comes back, I'll go again. (And they were here the summer before last while I was at Girls' Camp, so it could happen.)

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