Wednesday, July 30, 2008
#20: Faith - George Michael
(I wholeheartedly do NOT agree with this. There are a couple of good songs, but overall its not good).
#19: Appetite for Destruction - Guns N' Roses
(This is actually one of my favorite albums from the 80s. I love me hair-band rock. I may actually agree with this one.)
#18: Purple Rain - Prince
(I actually liked this album "back in the day", but its been so long since I listened to it, that I don't know if I have an opinion.)
#17: Houses of the Holy - Led Zeppelin
(No comment on this one - the only Led Zeppelin song I even know is Stairway to Heaven. I've heard others, but they all song so much alike that I've never "gotten it".)
#16: Born in the U.S.A. - Bruce Springsteen
(Seriously? This one puzzles me)
#15: Nevermind - Nirvana
(One of the best albums ever. Besides being great music, there is so much nostalgia for me. It just takes me back to freshman year of college - one of the best times of my life. I also recently read that that baby on the cover is now a teenager. Makes me feel old.)
#14: Van Halen - Van Halen
(Despite my love of 80s hair bands, I don't know this album either)
#13: Rumours - Fleetwood Mac
(I can say I like some of these songs, but I was only 3 when the album came out, so I think I missed it.)
#12: The Wall - Pink Floyd
(Although I listened to this album with friends to "be cool" - its not one of my favs.)
#11: The Joshua Tree - U2
(I'm not the biggest U2 fan, but I will admit to loving this album)
#10: Metallica - Metallica
(Ok - maybe I don't like 80s hair bands as much as I thought. Not my fav either)
#9: Led Zeppelin - Led Zeppelin
(See my previous Led Zeppelin comment)
#8: Hotel California - Eagles
(LOVE me some Eagles!)
#7: The White Album - The Beatles
(Never got the Beatles either. Definitely not my favorite)
#6: Led Zeppelin IV - Led Zeppelin
(Seriously - there are other bands. Enough with Led Zeppelin)
#5: Abbey Road - The Beatles
(See comment to #7)
#4: Physical Graffiti - Led Zeppelin
(I decline to comment)
#3: Thriller - Michael Jackson
(LOVE this album. I think I wore the lines off of the record. And I think I could still sing the words to every single song. Although I'm no longer an MJ fan, this album was a key part of my childhood.)
#2: Dark Side of the Moon - Pink Floyd
(Was this the album that goes with The Wizard of OZ?)
#1: Songs in the Key of Life - Stevie Wonder
(Ewwww - that formula is flawed. Stevie is NOT the best ever)
Overall, I do not agree with this list. Maybe I should come up with a short list of my own (notice none of them are new - guess I've grown up):
Del Amitri - Twisted
(I know this band is a little obscure, but they're really good)
Toad the Wet Sprocket - Fear or Dulcinea
(I can't decide which album is better. I like every single song on both albums.)
REM - Green
(The soundtrack to my teenage years)
Indigo Girls - Rites of Passage
(Every single song on this album is great. It has been known to be left in my CD player for weeks on end.)
Dave Mathews Band - Crash
(Seriously. Good. Music.)
Third Eye Blind - Third Eye Blind
(I think this is the only album they ever did, but its really good. Check it out sometime.)
Live - Throwing Copper
(I could listen all day long)
Tori Amos - Little Earthquakes
(In high school, my best friend had this tape in her car constantly. I went out and bought the CD - it was the first one I ever actually bought - and I'm so glad I did. Every song is brilliant. Tori never quite did it again sadly.)
Sarah McLaughlin - Fumbling Towards Ecstasy
(Another one that I could listen to over and over and over again and never get tired of. Every single song. Definitely my favorite album of all time)
Now I'm off to pop in one of my old CDs.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Growing up in Kentucky, my family belonged to a swim club. It really wasn't as exclusive as it sounds, but there were no public pools in the area. So if we wanted to take swim lessons and have a place to swim, it was either the swim club or the YMCA. So, we opted for the swim club. We pretty much spent every single day at the pool, and occasionally would take friends. Since our friends weren't members, we would have to sign them in at the front desk. Then with all the technology of 1986, they would call the teenager at the back to let him know the name of our guest. We'd walk around to the back, and by the time we got there, the guests' names would be on the log.
On one particular day, my sister took her friend who we shall call Suzie Barth. (The Suzie is obviously made up, but Barth was her real last name.) We signed her in at the front, and walked around back. The boy at the desk asked her what her last name was.
Boy at desk: Did you say "BARF??"
S: No, Barth
BOD: BARF? I don't see a Barf here
S: (getting a bit annoyed) No, Barth. B-A-R-T-H
BOD: Oh, Bar-TH. Here you are
For some reason I still find that day from over 20 years ago incredibly hilarious, but can't help but to think that maybe that should be my last name - because, you see, my family throws up (pukes, vomits, BARFS) more than any other family that I know.
My kids puke a lot - but don't most kids? But I vomit a lot too. When I was pregnant with both babies, I had hyperemesis, and pretty much threw up every single day of my pregnancies. Thats a lot of vomit. But even when I'm not pregnant, I'm fairly inclined to "blow chunks" more than the average adult. Even my husband gets in on the "fun". He lived for 2 years of his life in Siberia. He served an LDS mission there, and got really sick. The doctors are pretty sure he got radiation poisoning, but it still affects him. Without much warning, he can be seen running for the bathroom with his hand over his mouth.
Even our dear kitty is affected. She pukes at least twice a week. In fact, she left this lovely suprise for us just the other day - in my hubby's flip-flop no less:
Aren't you glad you read my blog!
Monday, July 28, 2008
Thursday, July 24, 2008
A family hike
Steep mountain roads (exactly 7 miles from my house)
Quaking aspen trees
Lillies in my garden
Little girls who aren't afraid to have strange bugs crawling all over their hands. And sun dresses - I love sun dresses!
Girls who help their sisters out
Cousins at the park
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
**Why the heck can't I fix this spacing??
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Then there is me. My information is public for all of the blog-o-sphere to see. I use real names. I post our real pictures. Granted I don’t use our last name, and I have never posted where I live – but I’m sure that I’ve provided enough clues for someone to figure out if they really wanted to. Several people who know me in real life have found me via my blog, so I know it’s not difficult to figure out who I am.
And guess what: I don’t care. I’m not worried about it one bit. I don’t lie awake at night worried that some crazed person/homicidal maniac is going to track me down because of my blog. I know there are crazy people out there – I lock my house when I’m home, I don't drive through gang-infested parts of town and I don’t go places in the dark by myself (other than the occasional early-morning run). I don't think that I'm overly naive when it comes to my safety. But I cannot figure out what I should be worried about.
So, what gives? Is there some big internet secret that I’m missing out on? Something else to worry about that I haven’t though of? Or am I just way too trusting. Please enlighten me people! I'm not saying this to be offensive - I honestly want to know!
Monday, July 21, 2008
I realized recently, that my blog has changed. For so long, it was all about me and my family. But lately, its become more superficial and shallow. I wonder if any of my readers have been wondering about what is really going on in my life. Well, if you have, today is your luck day! I’m posting one big fat update about my family.
Starting with Bryn:
She’s growing up so fast. There is nothing baby left about her. She’s tall, strong, and coordinated. In fact, she’s been moved up to the 3 year old class in gymnastics – this Friday is her first day in the big class. And she’s not even 3 until February. I was worried about this at first, but then I noticed at her last class that she’s the tallest, most fearless, and youngest child in her current class. She’ll be just fine physically. I do still have a bit of a worry about her emotionally. Right now, her class is “mom and me” – and with the move she’ll be on her own (which means I’ll get to watch both girls from the bleachers.) I hope she makes the transition smoothly.
She is also the most loving and empathetic child that I have ever met. She just seems to know how people are feeling, and how to react to them. She knows if someone needs a hug, a smile, a laugh, etc. I love that about her. And she gives the best hugs – she seriously wraps her entire body around you when she hugs. Its my favorite thing about her. She also seems to have a sense of humor, and loves to make people laugh.
She also loves music, and especially seems to have the talent of remembering song lyrics. On Friday, we were on our way to the store and that song “I kissed a girl” came on the radio. The girls were chatting in the back, and I didn’t think much of it – until half-way through our trip when Bryn busted out with “I kissed a girl and I liked it . . . her cherry chapstick” from the shopping cart.
She’s also the best eater of any little kid. She’ll try anything – this weekend she ate sushi! She loves fruit and veggies, and would eat black beans, salsa, and guac for every meal. Finally too, her hair is growing. I can actually pull it back into pig-tails now. Its coming in strawberry with nice soft curls. She’s such a cutie.
Next up is G:
My smart, precocious girl. She is so amazingly smart that it scares me. She remembers everything – even things that I think she’d be too young to remember. She’s also become very manipulative and moody. I do love her so, but some days it feels like a challenge. I have to constantly remind myself to hug and kiss her – she just doesn’t like the physical stuff. But I know that she needs it.
She’s also such a diva. She’s worried about her hair, her clothing, and won’t leave the house without lip gloss and painted nails. Really, she’s such a girly-girl, and it cracks me up because I have never been one. I just don’t know where she got it. She’s growing up way too fast. She no longer likes princesses – this weekend we had to go buy her panties without princesses, because she’s too big for that. I just had to laugh at her. But she knows who the Jonas brothers are, and who she thinks is the cutest one. I think she’s going to be a difficult teenager.
She is also tall, strong and physical – she loves to run, jump, swim, and do gymnastics. We swim several times a week, and last week she surprised me by doing a flip from the side of the pool. I also think I need to get her into dance – she loves to dance, and is starting to mimic grown-up moves. (my kids definitely got their athleticism from their daddy, because it surely wasn’t from me). She’s also very pretty – with her blue eyes, blonde hair, and skin that is nicely tan – she’s gorgeous! I am in big trouble with her!
Eating is still a struggle for her – she’s so picky. I feel like every meal is a constant battle. I don’t want her to hate food, but I want her to eat healthy things. She still won’t eat any fruits or veggies, but she will drink milk and eat pretty much any meat that comes from the BBQ grill. She’s healthy though, so I probably shouldn’t worry too much. I bought her new shoes two weeks ago – that were a size 13! Next size up is a 1 in adult shoes. Holy crap! She is only four!
All about me:
I’m still running and trying to lose weight. The weight loss part is a serious challenge, mainly because I love to eat. And I’m always hungry. Its coming off slowly, but I’d still like to lose about 25 more pounds, and at the rate I’m going, its going to be about 4 more years until that goal is realized. Oh well – at least I’m progressing slowly.
Running is going fairly well – right now I’m sort of in a slump, but that is my typical pattern. I know that in a few more weeks I’ll be addicted again. Right now, it just seems that there are so many other things to accomplish, that running is taking a bit of a back burner. And it’s difficult, because I don’t always have the support at home that I need. But, I do still have the marathon to keep me focused. I’m working on building up the mileage – I have 16 miles scheduled for tomorrow. I know I’ll be ok – before St George, the most I’d completed was one 15-miler and I survived. This time I’m in much better condition, so I’ll survive. I may not beat my time by a full hour as previously hoped, but I’m sure to be improved.
I’ve also recently become addicted to making jewelry. It’s a fairly inexpensive hobby, and I love the distraction it gives me. Plus, I always have new stuff to wear. I’ve actually been toying with the idea of trying to sell some, although I can’t seem to convince myself that it is good enough to sell. Maybe I’ll try and put a few pieces on an Etsy shop and just see what happens – assuming I can find a few pieces that I’d be willing to part with.
Now for Ben:
I think that life has been the most difficult for him around our house. He’s still working two different jobs, and trying hard not to be burned out. I know that he’d like to find just one job, but the economy right now is such that he’s pretty much given up on finding that one job. He’s resigned himself to needing both jobs for awhile longer, and he’s just tired. Right now he’s really sick too with a cold that the rest of us have all had. We survived it, just feeling a bit yucky, but the virus has almost incapacitated him – I’m sure because he’s gotten so run-down. He has been trying to work on cycling, and also plays on a softball team. Right now he’s the 4th ranked player in his league.
Overall, life is good for us. Often the day-to-day stuff can feel overwhelming, but I know that I’m blessed and I’m happy with what I have. My two little girls are the best thing ever, and I love being their mommy.
Friday, July 18, 2008
(I retyped the stuff that may be illegible.)
a: God made it that way.
No. There is an elephant in the way.
q: The water of the earth's oceans stores lots of heat. An engineer designed an ocea liner that would extract heat from the ocean's water at (some formula) and reject heat to the atmosphere at (another formula). He thought he had a good idea, but his boss fired him. Explain.
a: Because he slept with his boss' wife.
q: Sea salt is commercial obtained from sea water by the process of evaporation and crystalization. The main component of sea salt is sodium chloride. W hat type of attractive force or bond holds the sodium ions together in a crystal of sodium chloride?
a: James Bond
Yep. Shoulda been a teacher!
Thursday, July 17, 2008
"Baby Joel has arrived safely today, he did come yesterday but missed him cause I was at work, just collected fom the post office, he is absolutely lovely, didn't think he would look as real as he did in pictures, but hes amazing, love him to bits, me and my daughter are both thrilled, thanks Diane x x x"
"Hi Debbie, Sarah Jayne has arrived safely. She is absolutly beautiful, she has been reborned perfectly, you have captured that lovely baby skin tone that you dont see on a lot of reborns. I am so pleased thank you very much, best wishes Linda"
"Hello, my new daughter arrived today and she is just a love, she is great!! I love the packing :) what a beautiful pillow and her toys are so cute thanks so very much. I'm not sure as to when I can get a photo of in her new home to you since I've never used the digital camera (I do have one just never got around to learning about how to use it) Once again thanks so very much, Karen"
Come on - you know you want one. Even if they do seem a bit dead behind the eyes
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
1. Someone on my blog roll accidentally got locked in the bathroom of her office one night after everyone had gone home. Thinking she could get out by moving one of the ceiling tiles away and crawling back into her office, she instead crashed through the ceiling of an adjacent office, triggering the alarm and sending the police to rescue her. It is hands-down my favorite thing about this person. I still laugh when I remember that night.
2. Someone on my blog roll just returned from an amazing service trip to Uganda. Although I’ve never met her, I think she’s wonderful.
3. Someone on my blog roll took me to Homecoming when we were in high school. I wore the most horribly ugly red dress – what was I thinking?
4. I kissed the husband of someone on my blog roll. In our defense, it was during a game of Truth or Dare one night in Moab, and we have always been just friends. (and no, none of us were married at the time)
5. I met someone on my blog roll because her husband and mine met playing basketball. I think she is one of the kindest, friendliest, and best people I know.
6. Several “someones” on my blog roll were people that I actually met on the internet, but are now my friends in real life.
7. Someone on my blog roll knew my husband in high school.
8. Someone on my blog roll is so tall and gorgeous that she could easily be a model.
9. Someone on my blog roll caught the bouquet at my wedding, and she actually was the next person to get married out of all my friends.
10. Someone on my blog roll sells Lia Sophia jewelry.
11. Someone on my blog roll was my bff since I was 11 years old
12. Someone on my blog roll has orchestrated 4 different biggest loser contests. She is the most motivated person I know, and I think she’s such an inspiration.
13. Someone in my blog roll just found out she is “accidentally” pregnant after years of infertility. Although she isn’t someone that I know “in real life,” I’m so stinkin’ happy for her.
I could go on all day, but I’d better stop here. Please don’t be offended if I didn’t choose to talk about you specifically. Maybe I’ll have to do a part deux. And if anyone wants to try and guess who is who, I’m willing to offer a prize for the person with the most correct answers.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
I always promised myself that I would never buy your heinous toys for my children. I do not agree with promoting bratty girls, and I feel your toys do just that. Besides, your dolls are just plain ugly - and just a little bit creepy. But, in a moment of weakness, I relented and purchased two of your dolls for my children. We had a 4 hour plane flight ahead of us, and I was looking for "new toys" to bribe them into quietness. It is a mistake I will regret for the rest of my life.
First of all, I take issue with the fact that their feet are removable. Do you not have children yourselves? Do you not realize that it takes approximately one nanosecond for one of the feet to become lost? Apparently you have not had the privilege of helping a hysterical 4 year old find the FOOT of her doll in the midst of a crowded airport.
Besides being annoying, its just plain creepy:
Its like a serial killer with a foot-fetish has visited the toy box.
My second complaint, is with how ugly your dolls are. The only thing that keeps them from being bimbos is their small breasts. Their make-up is awful, and, quite frankly, they resemble prostitutes. Look at that make-up:
I regret to inform you, dear toymaker, that I will no longer be a customer of yours. I much prefer Barbie, who despite her immense popularity, has managed to maintain a sense of class and dignity.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
I’m going to let all my non-running readers in on a little secret: there are sometimes “unpleasant” effects of running. The casual runner may not experience them, but anyone who has pushed their body to its limits knows that it can cause potentially embarrassing gastric symptoms. From what I understand, when a runner (or any athlete for that matter) is really pushing their body, their heart is pumping hard carrying the blood to the extremities. This naturally causes the blood to be taken away from internal organs, such as the digestive tract. And when the body pulls blood away from the digestive tract, it stops digesting. The body’s response is elimination. Yep – that’s right. I’m talking about puking and pooping. (aren't you glad that you're still reading?)
When I first started running a couple of years ago, the puking part didn’t come as a surprise. I suppose I still had memories of running the mile in elementary school, and how sick it made me feel. I’ve actually only thrown up twice from running: once at the end of my very first 5k and once just last week after I failed to property keep my electrolytes balanced during a 14 miler.
But the whole pooping thing was a surprise to me – I had no idea that running could affect the bowels. Luckily, I’m a pretty regular person so it rarely is an issue for me. I also frequent a running board, and there are topics about the bowels often enough that I was aware of the potential before the situation presented itself. I do have to admit though, that there have been a couple of occasions where I’ve been blessed to find an appropriately placed restroom – but only one where I wasn't so lucky.
I’ve heard stories and I’ve even seen pictures though, so I know that I’m not alone. Ironically, the morning after the lovely and talented Tiburon forwarded me an email with this picture,
I set off for my early morning run. I only had 3 miles on the schedule for that day, and I planned to run before work – which meant getting up at 4:30 am. It was still pitch-black outside, and there was nary a soul to be seen. My run started out well, and I was running a fast pace (which I try to do at least once a week). About a mile into my run, I started feeling some rumblings from the depths of my bowels. But, I wasn’t too worried – I had less than 2 miles until home and I’d never had issues before.
As I kept running though, the situation became more urgent and I began to wonder what I could do. I was on a residential street, with only dark homes and sleeping occupants. There weren’t any available places to relieve myself until I reached home - and home was still about a mile away. I started running faster so that I would get home more quickly, which only made the situation worse. I kept thinking about the picture from the email only the day before, and perhaps it was psychosomatic, but I started to worry what would happen IF? Real people don't crap themselves do they? Isn't that something reserved for the ultra-tough, elite runners who don't want to risk their first-place finish?
So, I did the only thing I could think of at the moment: I ran behind a large pine tree in an open space area, dropped my pants, and took care of business. After I was finished, I stepped a few feet to my left, and drug my bum over the grass. Then, I pulled up my pants and finished my run. It’s not something that I’m proud of, and I can only hope that the sprinklers washed things away before the poor landscape guys had to mow. But I did what I had to.
So there you have it: my most embarrassing running-related moment. It actually took me almost a month to get the courage to post it, so please be kind. And if you feel so obliged to share something with me that would make me feel better, I’d much appreciate it.
Monday, July 07, 2008
1. As a comment on my blog, leave one memory that you and I had together. It doesn't matter if you knew me a little or a lot, anything you remember!
2. Next, re-post these instructions on your blog and see how many people leave a memory about you. It's actually pretty funny to see the responses. If you leave a memory about me, I'll assume you're playing the game and I'll come to your blog and leave one about you. If you don't want to play on your blog, or if you don't have a blog, I'll leave my memory of you in my comments.
I can't wait to see what people remember.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
The girls did great on the plane ride out there for the first three hours - we had lots of snacks and treats. Unfortunately, the ride was 4 hours long - and that last hour was B-A-D. The lady direcly behind Bryn actually moved to another seat. The girls were so tired of sitting still, and they had energy to release. They were so noisy, but at least not whiny/crying.
The main purpose of our trip was to visit my grandparents. My grandfather is suffering from Parkinson's and recently broke his hip. He's been recovering in a care center, and a couple of weeks ago took another fall - this last time the fall caused a stress fracture. I really wanted to see him and for him to have the chance to spend time with my girls. I know that at his age and with his health conditions, that he probably won't be around much longer.
Because his Parkinson's is so advanced, he has a difficult time smiling. So, he has a smile mask that he can hold up to show that he's happy. The girls and I had lots of fun playing with it.
This is such a great picture, because my grandpa is smiling. Bryn was so wonderful with him. I was worried the kids would be scared of him (and G was), but Bryn loved him. She would offer hugs and kisses, and even let him tickle her. She seems to have a natural gift of unconditional love, as she would walk down the halls of the center making friends. At the end of our 5 days there, several people knew her by name. She just seemed to know what people needed to make them feel better. She's such a sweetie.
The kids had a blast meeting all the relatives that they never knew they had. One afternoon, my "sort of" cousin (its a long story) and his wife brought over their kids to play. They instantly hit it off with my kids. The girls loved them.
G and S hit it off instantly. I overheard them trying to one-up each other's gross out stories, and I knew they were kindred spirits.
The girls also loved meeting my uncle Roger. He's such a goof, and my girls thought he was the best. Here he is playing in Grandpa's wheel chair while the kids run around like crazies.
More of the girls with their long, lost friend.
G got a pair of new glasses too, only was "too cool" to actually wear them on her face. She had to use them to hold her hair back, which is apparently much more stylish.
The girls were little paths of distruction around my grandparents'. The house is full of antiques, and I think I lost 2 years of my life from the blood pressure spikes they caused me. In 5 days, they broke a picture, an antique chair, and I caught them playing with an antique tea set. G also wet the bed one night and Bryn puked once from coughing (I think she may have allergies). My grandma seemed patient, but I'm sure it was hard on her too.
They are seriously like wild little monkies.I love Maryland. Everything is so green and pretty, but the best thing about my grandparents' yard are the flowers - they always have the most amazing flower gardens. My girls loved being outside - the green is hard to beat. They also loved chasing the fireflies, and we went out at dusk every night to see how many of them we could catch.
Off the back of the back deck, is the forest - complete with cute and fuzzy woodland creatures. We saw squirrels, deer, birds, and even a turtle. It was like having a zoo right in the backyard. My girls loved it.
Of course, the yard comes complete with antiques as well.
The ride home on the plane was nice - both girls slept the entire flight. We'd had to get up at 4 am (2 am our time) to catch our flight, and the girls were exhasted. We landed in SLC at only 10 am, but it felt like we'd put in a full day already. The girls though, having just woken up from 4 hour naps, were ready to go. Poor mommy needed a 24 hour nap (which is why she took the next day off of work to recover).