Wednesday, January 30, 2008

getting in touch with my domesticity

Hey guess what?

I signed myself up for my first quilting class, starts Feb. 20th, meets 3 times, and I am STOKED. Quilting for beginners. Yes, that would accurately describe me. Yesterday in the quilt shopp(e) the lady that was helping me was throwing around terms like "backstitch" and "binding" and "seaming". I just nodded politely and reiterated that I know absolutely nothing about quilting. Zip, Zilch, Zero. Thus the beginner class. Finally she wised up and stopped showing me the easy patterns (which I'm sure would be difficult for someone like myself), and signed me up for the dang class, victory at last!

And so, I prepare.

Any tips out there from you experienced domestics? This is my first foray into anything remotely crafty and I'll be honest, I'm a bit nervous.

This chicky (whom I don't know. Scroll down through her archives and you can see some of her handiwork) is a quilting pro, I linked to her blog off someone else's, off someone else's, you know how that goes... Anyway, I aspire to be like her. She calls her baby quilts "softies", I love that!! I can just picture wrapping up a sweet bundle in one of those.


**Emily!! She's your sister! I just looked through her archives and put it together. Can you arrange for a private lesson? She could be my obi-wan of quilting**

Sunday, January 27, 2008

a GIANT among men

I love this man
How thankful I am for his inspired leadership
How wonderful the reunion must have been
on the other side
What a wonderful legacy he leaves
“This is my prayer for all of us—'Lord, increase our faith.' Increase our faith to bridge the chasms of uncertainty and doubt. . . . Grant us faith to look beyond the problems of the moment to the miracles of the future. . . . Give us faith to do what is right and let the consequence follow.” ( “Lord, Increase Our Faith,” Ensign, Nov. 1987, 52–53.)

Saturday, January 26, 2008


Goodbye sweet Kate...

Your beautiful spirit will surely be missed, though certainly not forgot.

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

mirror, mirror...

Stacey and Clinton, where were you when I left the house today?

My outfit is a disaster, a train wreck, a lesson in what not to wear.

I'm hiding at my desk because I don't want anyone to see me from the waist down.

My pants are a travesty, my sweater is okay, but probably not dressy enough for work. Top it off with trouser socks and a pair of flats and the disaster is complete. My reflection makes me want to barf. So much that I'm pretty sure I'm headed home for lunch to change, it's that bad.

And so, since I am not much inspiration for today, I leave you with a link to this chick, who's got it going on.

and p.s. HEATH LEDGER? Sad, so sad. I've loved him ever since 1o things I hate about you. Maybe that's why my outfit sucks so bad, I'm in mourning.

Monday, January 21, 2008

i love my mom

Connie and Me

You know how people say things like, "he's a man's man"? Well, my mom is a real "mom's mom". She is the best of the best, the creme de la creme, the standard by which the bar is set. And I luff her.

I have so many things I could tell you about her, but the one that's most important is that she really knows how to love. It doesn't matter who you are, she will love you and love you good (hugs and squeezes and kisses around the neck bushel and a peck). You could be the kid in line at Wendy's and she would try to squeeze you, that's just the way she works.

To Connie, love is synonymous with serve. I don't know another person who gives of her time and resources so freely as my mother. If I were Catholic and could nominate her for sainthood, I would. In a heartbeat. Need a meal? Connie to the rescue. Need a ride? Connie will take you. Need a cheerleader? Connie is the BEST! And she never stops, she giveth freely. If time were money and we could count how much of it she'd given, the woman would be RICH.

But, because she is my mom, I am the wealthy one instead. Rich in blessings you could say. Everyone should have a mother like me. One who will take care of you even when you are grown and gone, and who will still bring treats to make you feel better (or ship them halfway across the country if you're my brother).

Thanks for the phone call today Mom, and oh hey...

can you make me some cinnamon rolls?



Thursday, January 17, 2008

We're There!

I am over January. Over it I tell you.

It's not Christmas anymore, it's friggin' arctic outside, the only holiday is Martin Luther King day and I don't even get the day off work for that! Do equal rights even mean anything anymore?

It's not like I'm not used to winter weather. I grew up in Wyoming for pity's sake, where your boogers freeze right in your nose. Maybe I'm just not getting enough Vitamin D. Probably since I can't stand to be outside for more than 10 seconds and my skin hasn't truly seen the sun in months ( even Hub has started to complain about how white I am) Before this month, I liked winter, I was a winter person. Snow, glorious snow! Now I hate it, hate it, hate it, now I want it to be June. Seasonal Affective Disorder?

So what's the cure? I find this winter dislike and depression creeping in to all areas of my life. That and the lack of good T.V. (this strike is going to be the death of me, I swear). Thank goodness for Bravo and Project Runway, the only things keeping me from the verge of insanity. Here's something: I really want to learn how to quilt, like really quilt. Thus I probably need to learn how to sew in the first place. I have access to a sewing machine (Hub's, seriously), but I just need a teacher! Anyone willing?

Tuesday, January 15, 2008

Happy Birthday Stoopid!!

Stoopid is the one on the left
my older sister and mother of Sweetcheeks
though many get confused since I have darker hair
and am taller and that apparently makes me older

I wish I could show you some of our "seester" pictures through the years,
but I am limited in my selection here on my laptop

Codi and I are only like 16 months apart or something like that
she was two years ahead of me in school
and thus waaaay more cool

She got braces before me
she got jaw surgery before me
(I should show you pictures of THAT)
she discovered eyebrow tweezing before me
and thus got attractive way before me
I was her backup on our high school basketball team
which led to many a fight
We sang in the choir together
in fact, it was in choir where the whole
thing came about
She was an alto
I sang soprano
we thought it was funny to yell across the room to each other in fake chicana accents, calling each other "stoopid" and carrying on
we still do it
in fact, she's still in my phone under "stoopid"
which to us is an endearing term
there are times we call the other up and have entire conversations in our fake accents

because we're cool like that

Happy Birthday Dear Seester!

i just wish you weren't so stoopid

Friday, January 11, 2008

Barf and Blessings

Yesterday I was halfway through the tunnel and reaching out for the light

At least that's how I imagined it, lying flat on my back, fighting back the urge to barf, my eyes rolling back in my head and my skin all sensitive to touch.

Thanks to some sort of horrible 24 hour bug, I spent most of the previous night and all of yesterday paying homage to the porcelain gods and doing my best to leave a full body imprint on the couch. Woe was me.

Last night at about 10 pm, after one more violent, vomitous episode (hub was so cute, he held my hair back and rubbed my back), suddenly I felt better. I slept through the night and woke up perfectly fine, cured of all infirmities!

Yesterday in between bouts of barf I ventured out to the local Albertson's for some saltines and grapes. I hurried through the store holding my nose and avoiding eye contact, praying just to get out of the building without spewing. Luckily I made it home just in time to drop the groceries and make a mad dash for the toilet. This morning I went to leave the house to go run some errands and my pocketbook (is that what 80 year old women call it?) was nowhere to be found. I searched high and low, I even checked the fridge. The last place I could remember having it was at Alberston's. So I called, and lo mercy me they had it, completely intact to boot. I stopped by to pick it up and had to refrain from kissing Cynthia, the customer service lady. My whole life is in that stupid pocketbook. My driver's license, my cafe rio card, my debit card, my SS card, $30 bucks in cash. And it was all there, every single thing. Thank you honest person for not stealing my $30 bucks especially. I never have cash!

So anyway, there's really no point to this post other than to say I almost died, but now I'm fine, and my faith in humanity has been restored.

And now I must go watch My Name is Earl and 30 Rock. Bless you DVR.

Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Acheivement Days


websites browsed: approximately 30

times logged onto blogger: roughly 20

meetings set up (i.e. "work"): 30 or so

number of times I've wanted to poke out my eyes: 10

oz. of fruit juice ingested: 30.4

oz. of water ingested: 16?

packages of chocolate donut gems ingested: 1

bags of pirate's booty finished off: 1

granola bars ingested: 1

bathroom visits: 3

phone calls: 1

songs downloaded: 30

daydreams including a beach, me sans 20 lbs, and an exotic fruit drink: 3

and it's only 1:14 pm

Monday, January 7, 2008


Joy (definition): discovering a pair of pants in your closet that you had forgotten about which are extremely comfortable, non-pinchy nor confining, and long enough to wear with heels, thus solving your wardrobe dilemma for today

Sunday, January 6, 2008


Hey guess what?

Jamie got a blog

and is the first member of my family to join me in the blog world

I no longer blog alone...

check her out!

Friday, January 4, 2008

code blue

I'm desperately sick of the music on my ipod. There are over 2,300 songs on there and I like about 10 of them at this point. My music collection is of the most random sort. I'll admit, there is Britney Spears in my music library (pre-postpartum, hoo hoo exposing, custody losing, little sister knocked up, complete mental breakdown Britney), mixed in with Cake, All-4-One (she's got skillz circa 8th grade), Jimmy Eat World, Queen, AC/DC, Journey, Jack Johnson, Jason Mraz, the Indigo Girls and Al Green. Do you think in music heaven they'll all be friends? Because they're certainly not getting along in my random selection.

So here's where you come in. Give me your suggestions, I'm begging you. The only kind of music I hate is gangster rap and death metal so if that's where you were going turn back now. Everything else pretty much works for me. I'm certainly not a music snob but I can appreciate a good tune.

thanking you in advance

love ME

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

just one of 'dem days

I'm having a moment.

I've gone through and read everyone's holiday posts and letters, catching up on what my dear friends and family have been up to, what the past year has meant to them, what we're all looking forward to in the coming months.

I can't help but be struck silly with an overwhelming feeling of gratitude. I'm blown away by what a truly charmed life I lead and how much happiness I enjoy

Do you know that feeling? When you realize your place in the universe and have that second of awareness that it's a good spot to be?

That's me today.

Excuse me, I'm a little verklempt.