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app(ropriate) suggestion

2012-01-27T13:16:00.000-07:00

Do you have an iPhone or iPad? Do you play games on them? Do you app it up? Do you? Do you? Huh? Well?

I do. Oh boy. One more reason that my house isn't as clean as it oughta be. I've given myself time limits, neveryouworry.

There is a new game in town, and it is pretty fantastic. So fantastic that I want to share it with the one of you that might be interested.

If you like Tetris and Boggle, then you will love their modern love-child Puzzlejuice.

source

It's deliriously challenging, frustrating, and fun. I bought it three days ago and it was either FREE or 99 cents. Today I saw that it is $2.99. So, get it before it's $15 like Tetris.

Read more about it here.

So, do you play touch games?

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friday fortissimo

2012-01-27T08:13:00.000-07:00

Chairlift, "I Belong in Your Arms".

Guess what? This song is FREE on iTunes right now. So go there. Get it. Thank me in the morning.

And if you like this song, pay the 99 cents for their song "Bruises" which has been an underplayed favorite of mine for years. Or don't. Either way, it's cool.

Have a great weekend.

a

so... tattoos

2012-01-26T09:49:00.000-07:00

Right. Tattoos.

From age eighteen to twenty, I experienced a bit of so-called freedom. I bleached my hair. I got engaged. I broke it off. I ran off to France. I chopped my hair off. I pretended I was fancy and smart. I had my navel pierced. I kissed some boys. I was thisclose to getting my nose pierced from a random booth in Jerusalem. I had a season ski pass and actually used it.

Graduating from college was somewhere in that mix, too.

One thing I considered was getting a tattoo (but never did).

I have a theory. I believe that a healthy percentage of people who get their first tattoo are either

a. under the age of 21, or
b. drunk

I say FIRST tattoo, because after you're initially inked, the flood gates have been opened and rhyme or reason are now just options of words to have permanently etched in sanskrit on the top of your foot. Which could be fun, come to think of it.

And there lies what was always my issue: How in the world do you decide what to engrave onto your body? Surely not your favorite band ("I'm going to love the Thompson Twins forever!"). Nor your favorite television show or character (JEM is truly outrageous!). There were dudes in my high school that branded their arms with our high school's emblem. Even then I knew how short-sighted that was.

What about a favorite quote? Ahem, my favorite quote changes weekly. A scripture? See previous answer. The coordinates to where your babies were born? Please.

If I had to commit to one pair of shoes that I had to wear for everyday for the next year, I would panic. I would never be able to choose. And that's just for one year. How does anyone commit to something that will be marked on their skin PERMANENTLY? I could never do it.

The closest I got was deciding on a picture of a bee (my nickname is "B"), and I was going to have it placed just inside of my hip bone. Can you imagine what that bee would look like now? Four pregnancies later... I shudder tat the thought (yes, that was intentional and not that funny).

All I'm saying is, sunflower wallpaper was super-hip fifteen years ago, especially in the kitchen. I haven't seen sunflowers used in decorating magazines for a LONG time. Just sayin'.

My advice to my own children wanting to ink up their bodies would be this: "Think about it. Like for a couple of years. Write down the EXACT tattoo you want, put it in a lockbox and go back to it in a few years. If it is still exactly what you always dreamed and hoped for having forever on your body (and you still could be gainfully employed in many types of jobs), then go for it. If not, then don't."

I still have a wicked scar from my navel piercing to scare them away if the above doesn't work.

a

xoxo to make

2012-01-25T00:47:00.003-07:00

I'm sure you want to hear all about my deeper foray into Valentine's Day crafting with hangers. It just NEVER gets old.

This year, after making eight more hearts (and eight more with a friend), I decided to use up my yarn and try my hand at Xs and Os. Why not, right?

You know you want to do it, too! Come on. Give in to the pressure. The pressure of LOVE.

You will need:

hangers
huge ol' yarn. Get the fattest yarn in whatever color you love. They also sell those noodle things I showed here. Slightly more expensive, but it has the wire in it.
dollar store foam wreath form
craft pliers (not necessary if you have super strong and gnarly hands)

Although I am not known for brevity, I thought a picture tutorial would make it simpler to understand. Start with an untwisted hanger, lengthened.

Capisce?

Then you can go all out kinda like this:

If you make them, send me a pic or shout out to me in the comments. MWAH!

a

if you give a kid a camera

2012-01-24T08:56:00.000-07:00

Sometimes I give this kid my camera.

how would you like a bag of chips as big as you are?

Don't worry. It's an old point and shoot. And by old, I mean not even four years (but feels more like 10). You know how it goes. Everything technological feels old after a year. You almost feel like an idiot buying anything, knowing that in 2 months there will be a new version and you will be the chump who spent an entire paycheck on the now-outdated-practically-defunct-what-are-you-80 version.

But, I digress.

I give Rhett my camera on occasion. I always learn something.

Like...

1. The cupboard seems massively tall when you are two. No wonder he just points and grunts when he is hungry. I can't make anything out other than syrup and oats. "Just give me something!"

2. The microwave (and specifically UNDER the microwave) is kind of dirty. How do crumbs get under the microwave? That's embarrassing (but not enough, apparently).

3. Art is awesome. Even if it is a poster, at least he's noticing it.

4. Ooh, that looks interesting and dangerous. What could be balancing on top of a cooling rack on a pot on the stove? Must investigate.

Also, on occasion I get pictures that are fantastic. I don't know if it's because they are taken from a lower vantage point or that everyone is less inhibited when a two-year-old points a camera in your direction; all I know is when Rhett takes over, we get picture GOLD!

It's exhausting being two. Can you even handle it?

Current(ly) Event(ful)

2012-01-23T04:21:00.002-07:00

Let me get this out of the way: I am not a registered Republican.

(my family gasps and then rolls their eyes)

Just so you know, I am also not a registered Democrat.

I am one of those frustrating and sometimes arrogant Independents.

Meaning, I get to play both sides and no sides. I get to say things like, "I didn't watch the latest debate, because I am not a Republican." "When you choose who will represent your party, I will then do my research and tell you how I feel." "This two party system has ruined politics, but I don't know if there is any way around it."

I get to say all of these things to make you think that I care, and then not really do anything about it. It's a haughty, albeit lazy, place to reside. And I mostly like it here. Figure it out, parties! Get all fired up, fight it out, call each other names, stereotype the crud out of the other party. I'll be there to seem sane and level-headed when you're out of breath.

Except I don't really get a choice in anything political. My vote goes back to the party delegates, anyway. Like I said, it's a lazy place to be. I don't like either party, particularly--not even more than 50% policy-wise, either one. So I remain neutral. Much to the chagrin of my spouse. I think he knows it is mostly indolence that keeps me unattached. Don't tell him that you know that I know that he knows. You know?

Not that it's anyone's business, really, what my political affiliation is. But, if I am going to offer up my savory opinion, I want you to realize the platter which it is on.

So here it is: Why is the sexual moral compass of a candidate so important? I know many would say that it is because if they are not morally honest, how can we (the people) believe that the candidate(s) will be honest (overall) if elected.

If we are talking straight up Newt Gingrich, I can see how supporters of Romney would be up in arms over a sordid past, considering Newt's finger pointing over tax returns. Why aren't Romney supporters playing louder the trumpet of Newt's own questionable earnings (Freddie Mac, anyone?) over his suggested infidelity?

Our country will never join hands--drinking Coca-cola, naturally--and sing a similar tune of sexual morality. Our country IS in a financial toilet bowl, though. The fiscal future is dismal. Financial analysts on one channel will try to push hope when others on the competitor's network will cry misery and desolation! I think we all can agree that it has not been trending well. We've seen other countries recently cry out in fear and disappointment over their economies.

And, what? We, the people, of the United States are talking about some man's pathetic romantic entanglements. Shouldn't we pity him and his past and current wives instead? That, and focus on WHO WILL KEEP US FROM BEING FLUSHED with the rest of the financially wrecked?!

Sometimes it is all about the numbers. If we can't pull ourselves out of the bowl to breath and survive, then a lot of the "hot topics" are moot anyway.

This is my independent opinion.
And in the end, it doesn't count anyway.

a

Hello, self. Hello, world.

2012-01-22T04:38:00.011-07:00

Alan informed me (in a kind way, neveryouworry) that I have been recently wavering in my blogging potential. Of course I probed. Which ones? Why? When? What? huh?

Sometimes I find myself typing along on this li'l blog and hoping something good comes out; typing more and typing more, eventually working my way towards some sort of a point. It works... on occasion. Not nearly enough.

This past Friday, I was given the opportunity to check out/listen in/pretend I belonged/let's-just-say-hang out at the alt conference (See: Altitude Design Summit). Boy howdy, was I out of my element. If the dress of most of the attendees didn't tell me this right away, then the parts where everyone kept handing me business cards (occasionally asking for mine--which don't exist) told me LOUD AND CLEAR that I was not ready for this boogaloo. Maybe that I am someone who writes "boy howdy" should have been a major indicator. Add to that the fact that I am not a designer/artist/decorator/creative genius, and I was all, "What AM I doing here?" at the exact time as the kind souls who spoke to me thought the same thing.

BUT...

I learned a lot. I refocused my little brain. I considered being serious about this blog once again and treating it as kindly as you have treated me. I met some really cool people, too. People who flew thousands of miles to attend, while I drove ten minutes from my home. In general, people are really cool. We should discuss how people are cool more often.

Not today. This post is more about me. Ahhnna.

I've been thinking a lot about who I am, my truest self. Tapping into it, believing it, feeling sorry for what I am not, and then getting over it and being fantastic at what I sincerely am.

I have discovered that I worry too much about what other people think about me. My sister told me that this goes away with age. That makes me happy. I worry that if I write too much that people will stop reading. I worry that if I take too many pictures/show too many awesome craft ideas/be too happy, that people will find me vain and irritating and stop reading. I worry that if I'm too honest, people will think I am a downer and leave. I worry that if I am as scatter-brained on blog as I am in life, people will see what a loon I am and stop reading.

Guess what? I'm over it. If I can't be me, then why do it. Right? Right. I am not as funny as some, not as creative as others, and definitely not as cute and trendy as many. But, I'm pretty exceptional.

I still worry that if I show any pictures of how I really look, then all of my ex-boyfriends' wives will feel really insecure. So for them, I show all of my flaws and make them feel like they can tell their husbands how lame I have become. I do it to save marriages, friends. I am a giver.

I realize that some women need to be told that what they do is enough, that they are doing all that they can. Not me. I need to be pushed, shoved, tried, and stretched. Last week I decided that my new motto was going to be TRY HARDER! At everything. Because I know I can. This blog is one place where I am going to try harder.

And wouldn't you know it, I found this picture yesterday:

pinned here

Here I am, letting you know that I am all over this blog like the honey is mysteriously all over my kitchen table. I'm owning it. Hope you "stick" around. (I make no promises about lame puns.)

a

{non} food for thought

2012-01-21T15:45:00.000-07:00

if anyone knows the source, holler at me in the comments

This is a photo from a doctor's office of "food" that has been sitting on their check-in counter. Food should mold and smell and change shape. These do not.

So, what are you eating for dinner?

Can I get a "yikes"?

yowza!

a

friday fortissimo

2012-01-20T00:36:00.000-07:00

Where have I been? Why have I not heard of Jukebox the Ghost before? Have you?

Sometimes when you listen to a group's album(s), you can find one or two songs that standout and scratch that specific itch. I can honestly say that there are too many I think I like of Jukebox the Ghost that I am sure I will be eventually buying all of their albums. It's kind of Guster-like, but more fun?! What do you think?

a

not the scary kind of ghost

2012-01-19T10:17:00.000-07:00

I just wrote an article for a company about Valentine's Day crafts. Which made me have two thoughts.

They are:
1. Ghost writing kind of sucks. You get no credit. And I am all about getting credit. Lots of it. Remember when I revealed that my love language is Words of Affirmation? Ghost writing, pisha.

2. Valentine's Day is kind of fun if you don't expect anything. I wasn't feeling it before, but I am kind of feeling it now. I'm ready to deck the halls with hearts aplenty. I think I will make more of those heart wreaths and have them just about everywhere.

Hopefully I will get paid for the ghost writing so that I can pay for my crafting. Perhaps it works out after all. Funny how that happens.

a

loving

2012-01-18T15:57:00.003-07:00

This is where I share things that I love on the internets today. This whole week, even. Indulge me.

I don't know what I would put on a clip board or where I would display it, but I really want to make one like this. It's rough, it's smartypants schoolish, it's fancy, it's utilitarian. It's smashing, yes?

not clipBORED

This needs no words. Someday.

Some people are talented and some things are cool.

doormat

piano stairs in Chile

Made this recipe last night for Mexican Corn. Tasty to the Extreme. Only for the very health conscious (so: those who eat butter and cream cheese with their corn and peppers).

mexican corn recipe

Quote of the week (even wrote it on our kitchen chalkboard, foo):

quote

We're kind of totally into this show (LINK) at our house right now. Do you watch it?

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You think you'll leave it behind when you graduate from high school.

You think it won't matter once you are happily married.

You believe that you'll be able to convince your children to be above it all.

But it's a bunch of lies.

It matters. It always matters. The question is not if it matters, the only question is if you decide that you care about it or not.

Maybe the cheerleaders are no longer making you feel frumpy and tragic. But the number of Facebook "friends" will let you know a bit of your popular value. Is nobody liking your status? Nobody comments? That's so sad. If they had a thumbs down option, I'd be giving you one right now.

Do you tweet on twitter? Because the amount of followers you have should at least double the amount of people you follow. The more valuable your popularity, the smaller the percentage of the people you follow to those who follow you. Oh, and hopefully people retweet your tweets. Otherwise, just let it go.

Are you on Pinterest? Does anyone repin your pins or follow your boards? If it didn't matter, they wouldn't put your activity and # of followers so prominently on the left-hand side of the page. It matters, pinners. But don't pin too much or you get ridiculous and we all will stop following you.

Do you have a blog? Those are so old school. Unless you are a cute 20-something that posts pretty pictures. You can quadruple (x10) your readership within two months of starting your blog and get people to sponsor your space of internet. And then you should totally write a post about how those stupid other bloggers can get more people to read their blog and make money/get free stuff like you do.

Get on etsy, make a video and put it on youtube, take nifty photos on your iphone and post them to instagram; but not if nobody is going to see them and buy stuff from you.

Maybe it's just me, but the pressure to be popular seems more suffocating now than it did in high school. And I was sure it wasn't going to get any worse. Now it's global. Transglobal international universal.

I've been to the library before. I have seen how there are HUNDREDS of THOUSANDS of books that I've never heard about before. Those authors were all stoked to be published. They were going to be popular.

Then I tell my kids this line about how it doesn't matter if they are loved/revered/popular. What really matters is that they are good human beings and kind to those around them. Which I wholeheartedly believe. Whole. Hearted. Ly. But when I see their friends all hanging out together knowing that my child was not called, I break a little. It stings a bit. More than I remember it stinging when it was me who wasn't called.

So, I take down my followers gadget on the blog, I stop tweeting, I pin for me alone, I facebook only when I want to, I write posts like this that are guaranteed to make people more weary of me (but truer to myself), I write the book that I want to write and not the one that I think will be most popular.

I make a better dinner. I hug that left out child one extra time. I try to think beyond myself (and then act).

I go outside.

"Do not forget no matter how much you may give in money, no matter how you may desire the things of this world to make yourselves happy, your happiness will be in proportion to your charity and to your kindness and to your love of those with whom you associate here on earth." ~George Albert Smith

today, today

2012-01-16T11:39:00.000-07:00

Are you disappointed that this post on this day is not dedicated to a MLK? I could refresh my memory with some video or other circulating the facebook or read through some list of quotes that Martin Luther King, Jr most likely said. Frankly, I'm not feeling it. No disrespect. It's just a gray day outside, very cold, and the kids are home while the husband works.

Are you disappointed that this post is not about the Golden Globes? I hear it was a blast as always and that everyone (except for that one actress) looked fantastic. Oh, and that I should stop eating and spend my money on diamonds instead. Maybe some whiter teeth, too.

Are you disappointed that this post is not all about Mitt Romney? Yeah, me neither.

Are you disappointed that this post isn't full of pictures showing how awesome my life is and how cute my kids are always dressed? Because it is and they are. Just so you know. All of the time. Never a boring moment around here nor a slovenly-dressed child.

Are you disappointed that I haven't decorated my house for Valentine's Day yet? Are you frustrated that I don't pronounce that special day as "Ballentimes" or even "ValenTIMES"? I'll get to it... eventually. I've got a lot of love to give and all, but I am enjoying my non-decorated home more than usual. It actually feels kind of clean. Kind of.

Are you disappointed that I am no longer spending money on anything but the necessities thereby not having anything fun and exciting to show/make/wear? I was. Now I am feeling kind of empowered that I don't feel the pressure (put on myself by myself) to buy things that are pretty or superfluous. Even though that can be fun, too.

Don't be disappointed. Or do. See you tomorrow.

a

friday fortissimo

2012-01-13T04:23:00.001-07:00

Music sharing encore.

Paper Kites are a groovy band from Melbourne. Their album is so chill and pretty. Their videos are kind of awesome, too. This one definitely reminds me that Uggs are from Australia. And that a pillow fight with colorful feathers included would make the best party ever.

a

should be

2012-01-12T14:40:00.002-07:00

I should be napping.

Rhett's not been feeling so hot. Actually, he has been very hot. Sicky McSickerton. I haven't been feeling up to snuff as well. We were up at 3 am and were in and out of consciousness until the kids woke up at 7 am. So, we're tired.

But, when your ball-throwing, crazy little two-year old falls asleep on your chest, you let him stay a while. It's a bit of an old-school moment. Two years ago this is all we did. He napped on my chest while I did whatever it is I do.

As for me... Mom naps? Overrated.

Poor little buddy, you're not so big after all.

a

loving

2012-01-11T09:21:00.000-07:00

Some of my favorite things right here, right now, right right.

I spied a few office supplies on a shopping adventure yesterday:

frog tape dispenser

see-through, automatic stapler

Hair to debate, if I grow mine out:

hair

Quote to take to heart:

quote: attributed to many, but we'll give it to Wilde this time.

Lentils. They aren't as flavorless as I used to think. Quite the contrary, actually. Yum.

lentils

I will find a way to do this. It will be done. Oh yes.

mirrored globe

Would you glue tiny mirrors all over a globe? It's like disco AND education all in one. Also, I am looking for a good book to make a favorite. To inspire. To provide. My last one was "meh" at best. Any suggestions? Better yet, any to bring over and let me borrow?

a

everybody thinks it

2012-01-10T09:41:00.001-07:00

We've all been talking. Mostly about you.
And we all think you're paranoid.

I am NUMBER 5 of six kids. All of the idiosyncrasies of the youngest child with none of the perks.

I am assuming it is this way in most families (if books and movies have taught me anything), but each child in a family seems to assume a kind of role/type. One is the smartest, one is the funniest, another is the most successful, one is the black sheep, and another is the social runt. Something like that.

In my family, it is like this. At least in my head. I've got everyone figured out. Except for... me. Who am I? What type/role do the others in my family think I play?

When I was younger, I cried a lot. I am sensitive, OK?! But does my past personality play into how people in my family currently view me?

If you asked any one of my friends that I have made in the last five years if I am apt to cry at the drop of a hat, they would say no. (I think.) If you asked them if I was either a pessimistic or optimistic person, I believe you would hear optimistic every time. I believe that I am.

Except I have a sibling who thinks I am very pessimistic. I have heard them tell me multiple times as such. Perhaps I play into that role when I am around this person because it is expected of me. I don't know. I majored in English not Psychology, for crying out loud.

Occasionally I wonder what my siblings say about me when I am not around. What is "so Ahhhnna"? Who do they think that I am?

But, really. I do NOT want to know. Deep down I don't want any of that information. I probably would end up crying. Oh boy.

Do you know what I am talking about? Do you have siblings? Are you all categorized by each other and/or your parents?

a

once there was a snowman

2012-01-09T10:40:00.000-07:00

It snowed Saturday. We woke to about 2 inches covering our homes, trees, cars and yards. Lovely.

Johnny went out to play for a bit while we all got our snow clothes on. Two minutes later, he has rolled a giant ball of snow. Three minutes after that, a second giant ball of snow has been rolled.

What do you do with two giant snowballs? You stack 'em, I am told. And then you make one more and put it on top. Something called a snow-man. It is the first one I have made in my recent memory. (Who am I kidding? My memory is only things recent.)

Guess what? It is really fun. The snow was soft and malleable and incredibly generous when making our snowman's face. Who knew making a snowman could be so enjoyable? Oh, you say everyone knows this? Hmmm. Well, now I am part of that enviable group called everyone.

DUDE, playing in the snow is FUN!

Can we get some more, please? We kind of used most of it for "Sarge" and a snowball fight. Thank you in advance.

friday fortissimo

2012-01-06T12:18:00.005-07:00

Music sharing today.

I am loving Kimbra. I dig her dance moves. This video makes me want to vacuum and make a big dinner... and I am pretty sure that is NOT the point. Also, a baby girl named Nebraska Jones? Why did I never think of that?

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Short thoughts

2012-01-05T12:48:00.001-07:00

Turkey jerky is really not very good.

If you do laundry more than once a week, it isn't AS overwhelming.

Girl baby clothes are far superior to boys'.

To be a better writer, you need to read more, so they say. I have concluded that good writers have house cleaners and old children, if any.

I never thought I would own so many balls and guns. And matchbox cars. And marbles.

French women don't eat as much bread as we want to think that they do.

I really wish it would snow. I know I will regret saying this at some point.

80s music still sounds pretty hip. Does anyone say "hip" anymore?

If I could do any job right now, I would be a picker. I don't know if I would want to sell it, just pick.

And you?

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before it grows too late

2012-01-04T16:12:00.000-07:00

Our winter break was pretty fantastic, even though poor Al was hurt and hobbling for most of it.

Some highlights.

kickball in AZ with my family. photo stolen from THIS SISTER

ditto above

annual Kill the Gingerbread House on New Years Day

Are you still here?

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they're coming

2012-01-03T15:08:00.000-07:00

the kids, that is.

All day long I have been reveling in the quiet and calm that is a home with only a 2-year-old and a mother in it. I have cleaned up Christmas (officially, this time), cleaned, cleaned, washed, organized, cleaned, and kept to my "diet". Oh yeah, I'm calling it a diet, foo. It is what it is. And I am in it to win it. And hungry. Where are those blasted almonds?!

In 4.4 minutes, the kids will walk through the front door, drop their backpacks, shoes, coats and hats all over my clean front rooms and start scouring the fridge for tasty morsels. I will kiss their red faces, help them get their homework started, and get crackin' on dinner.

Oh boy, this was as wonderful of a day as I had anticipated. Me--Miss No Schedule and proud--is loving, absolutely LOVING, being back on a schedule.

What is happening to me?

(don't worry too much. The new season of The Bachelor premiered last night and I couldn't stop smiling. I should be more ashamed of my inner glee, but I am not. Greatest television ever.)

Did I tell you that we forced the kids to walk the halls where our love began? They loved it. Yes, Alan is using a cane and wearing a slipper. He's so dapper and cool. All the kids are doing it.

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not so fast, new year

2012-01-02T10:49:00.000-07:00

Technically the calendar reads 2012.

Everyone is wishing and toasting the New Year that is currently upon us.

Day Two, even... or so I hear.

Not in my book. Not yet. Not so fast.

The kids start school tomorrow, after two and a half weeks of sometimes crazy, sometimes lazy, always fun vacation time.

Alan goes back to work tomorrow after two and a half weeks off.

My New Year officially begins tomorrow. Goals, clean house, and all.

Until tomorrow. Enjoy the final holiday of the holidays!

could use some more of this, please. photo source

GOOOOOOOOAAAAAALLLLLL!

2011-12-31T14:00:00.000-07:00

I am not a fan of New Years' Resolutions. Come to think of it, I am not a fan of doing anything that I think is either A) expected or B) trendy. Resolutions in the New Year seem to fit into both of these categories.

But, it's time to buck my idiosyncrasies and embrace betterment. Wouldn'cha say?

May I present to the better public in order to keep me in check and responsible, my goals for 2012.

They might sound very abstract, but they are exactly what I need.

How 'bouts you? Do you make resolutions for the New Year? I fully plan on yelling soccer-style GOOOOOOOAAAAAALLLLL every single time I feel like I've accomplished any part of my own.

a

2011 at a glance

2011-12-29T11:25:00.001-07:00

Re-reading my posts of 2011 gives me mixed emotions. I'm either much wittier and cleverer than I give myself credit, or I am incredibly boring and predictable.

Good times.

May I present to you, Ahhnna's 2011 at a glance:

January: The picture of me and Al that my friend thought was another lady with Al.
February: That was a hard month for me. And I wrote about some things I believe.
March: Sometimes Johnny is my favorite.
April: I am NOT a believer.
May: Old boyfriend at Costco
June: The one where I "made" all of my family and old friends call me apostate.
July: Snails giving life lessons.
August: I still want to open it up. Anyone got $50k to share?
September: Blogs and Dodos
October: How do I choose between gold rats and Italy? Okay, Italy it is.
November: Someday these will catch on like wildfire and you can say that you were there.
December: What is keeping me from #5.

Enough of what I think what were my best posts. So, what do you think were my best posts?

I'm kidding.

Any good plans for the big New Year's Eve? Anyone wanna come over to play cards and eat Al's breakfast burritos at midnight?

a

gettin' it off my chest

2011-12-27T10:16:00.000-07:00

Some things I need to get off my chest:

You are a woman. You are a mother. You have decided--for whatever reasons, they are your own--to stay at home and raise your children. Good for you. You are important.
You are a woman. You are a mother. You have decided--for whatever reasons, they are your own--to work outside of the home. Good for you. You are important.
You are a woman. You are not a mother. Good for you. You are important.

“We women have a lot to learn about simplifying our lives. We have to decide what is important and then move along at a pace that is comfortable for us. We have to develop the maturity to stop trying to prove something. We have to learn to be content with what we are.”

― Marjorie Pay Hinckley

Hall E. Jaw Lee

2011-12-22T16:00:00.001-07:00

We didn't send a Christmas picture this year. Just rad snowmen postcards. But for you, my dearest online friends, there is a picture. As recent as it gets. Hope your Christmas is a grand one for you all!

mwah,
a

What I Wear Wednesday

2011-12-21T13:31:00.000-07:00

Would you believe it?

A sight to be seen, for sure. Here it is, nearly 1:30 pm on the Wednesday before Christmas and I sit at my computer with a sweatshirt and fuzzy pants on. Oh yes. Believe it.

Underneath said fuzzy ensemble is a pair of running pants and a running shirt. Because--see--I was supposed to go running. Seven hours ago. When it was dark and very cold. Would you believe that I was up at 5:30 and thought I could miraculously wake myself up if I fell back asleep at the exact minute I needed to meet my running friend? Because that is what I thought... and it didn't happen.

My friend waited in front of my home for heaven knows how long in the freezing temps while I was all snug in my bed, completely out for the count. Ten minutes later I was up, I'll have you know. Up and frantic, but all together too late.

I hope she keeps me.

I told myself that I would go out in the cold once the sun came out. Would you believe that you can't see if the sun is out while snuggling on a couch in the basement? It's true. Each time I come upstairs and look out the window, I know that the sun is, in fact, somewhere. It's just slightly hidden by all of the clouds and muck. Please make it snow, Santa.

Yes, almost 1:30 on Wednesday afternoon and I am still in the clothes I had worn with the intention of running. I have a feeling it isn't happening today. There is a couch with my name on it and a DVR full of shows I haven't had the chance to delete.

a

I'm tirrrrrrrred.

2011-12-20T12:06:00.000-07:00

Why does sitting in a car for an entire day make me so tired? That is one of those mysteries of life, I say. Being physically spent from doing nothing at all.

We are home after a fun-filled weekend in Arizona. Naturally, it was so exciting, that I took hardly any pictures. Even so, I can't seem to find my camera. Oh, dear Mr. Santa!

It's snowing ever-so-slightly and there are last-minute gifts to buy and wrap. Christmas music is mandatory and continuous from here on, as are all movie or television programs to be solely Christmas-themed. We need a little Christmas... right this very minute.

I am getting those nervous nellies right now about the gifts for the kids. Will they like them? Will they be disappointed? Will it seem magical at all? We have had a 3 gift max per child for five years now, and every year at about this time I start thinking that it is a bad choice. Sure, it's enough. They definitely don't NEED any more. BUT...

oh I won't bore you with my gift-giving insecurities. Instead, I will tell you that we will be blowing up about forty red and green balloons to make the tree space look more magical. I'm hoping that does the trick. I know Rhett will love it.

Any ideas? Anything special? Any any?

a

hey girl

2011-12-13T15:28:00.002-07:00

What is it with baby girls lately? They are everywhere.

Every. Stinkin'. Where.

I think my ovaries are tired from leaping each time I see a little girl with chubby cheeks and big, round eyes. It's ridiculous.

But, then I remember this:

And I am contented.

a

mawaige

2011-12-13T09:15:00.001-07:00

"When a wife has a good husband it is easily seen in her face."

— Goethe

"A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person."

— Mignon McLoughlin

"Nowadays it's hip not to be married. I'm not interested in being hip."

— John Lennon

"Horizontal stripes do not a flattering picture take."

—Anna Macfarlane

thoughts from an ex-quasi-vegan

2011-12-12T04:50:00.000-07:00

It seems that we (the people) are being treated like idiots. Fools, I say. The "green movement" and healthiest of the healthy are telling us not to eat any animal products. The body builders and actors are saying to eat PROTEIN--which they seem to only be able to get out of sweet animal flesh.

Pick a side! Or be the lazy, fatso that you obviously are!

Dear Veganism,

In the last two weeks, I have consumed four hamburgers. FOUR!

What if I told you that I maybe ate two hamburgers in the entire last year? How about if I told you that during these last two weeks, I also ate a french dip sandwich, pork burritos, and a mini hot dog?

People!

For about 14 years, I have toyed around with veganism. In other words, I tried it before it was cool. Because, =I am so cool.= My father, the former cattle rancher, has called me "tree hugger" more than once... a year. It started out with not eating red meat. And then I didn't eat any meat. Then no milk, but I did eat poultry and fish. Then I would throw it all out the window and eat anything and everything.

About twelve years ago, after gaining the newlywed nineteen, I read a book and promptly stopped eating red meat, dairy, and sugar. (This was after trying the Atkins diet for 1.3 days.) I maintained this diet for over a year, and then I got pregnant.

Do you know what happens when you get pregnant? You crave foods, dangit. And all I wanted was hamburgers, ice cream, and Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch. See you later, controlled diet. 

I've read great books supporting veganism--this one is practically the food bible in our house. It is an incredible book based on countless studies, and happens to coincide nicely with my religious views on diet.

Then two years ago I thought that I could control some crazy body malfunctions with diet. So I didn't eat meat, dairy, sugar, or gluten. But then I'd feel all self-loathing and pathetic and I would eat some sugar. If I had to choose one of those four items to eat, sugar should have been last. It wasn't. =Why was I not feeling any better?=

I have a very intense part of my personality. It is what I call the "Feast or Famine" (said in a deep game show announcer voice--try it again). This doesn't just apply to food. Cleaning, crafting, writing, reading, whatever. I'm all in or I'm all out. You can see how this is not good for a long-term "way of life"; or as normal people call it, DIET.

So I roller coaster like the best of 'em. 

I had a boyfriend in college (seriously, again?! oh yes, my friend. any chance I can get) who--when we were discussing food and eating--said that it was not sustainable nor practical to remove an entire food group from your diet (barring severe allergies, obviously). Sure, you would lose weight. For how long, though?

Many times since I've wondered about that statement and I was determined to prove him wrong. It never lasted. Just like our love.

(Oh the college loves. I only bring them up as often as possible to remind myself that I was quite the catch back then. It's a good thing to remember. Yours truly was highly desirable. There was even one young man who desperately tried to convince me to break up with my then-fiance. He [not the old fiance] is now proudly gay. I'm not reading into that one at all.)

So, veganism. Right.

I'm over it. Just like last year when I decided that completely removing dairy was not a long-term ideal. Moderation. I don't drink milk. I like almond milk, coconut milk, even soy milk (for a while I was afraid of getting soy-related cancer). Use them all, I say. Only use cheese when I really want it. 

I still would consider myself a sparing dairy user. But I don't sweat it when there is some. I am now adopting that into my meat regime. If my body says "HAMBURGER", which it did many times last week, I will feed it a hamburger. If it says, "CHILI CHEESE HOT DOG", I will probably get a salad. It's about being smart and enjoying the blessed word
M-O-D-E-R-A-T-I-O-N!

Sugar is obviously of the devil. But removing it completely is also never going to happen.

Finally, I am at my point. Sayonara Veganism. Good luck to all those who wish to partake. For me, I will be grateful for the information I learned from you, like beans and dark greens are the best protein you can get. I will use that often. I will appreciate that animals have rights and to choose wisely those that I eat. I am all for less hormones. I have learned much from my foray into your exclusive club, Veganism, but I think I need to formally bow out. It's just not gonna happen for me. 

Thanks for the memories,

Golden Girl!

2011-12-10T15:38:00.000-07:00

Maggie turned 10 years old today, on the 10th.

For her Golden Celebration, we had a fancy tea party with five of her closest friends. They decorated fancy golden hats (with alligator clips to hold into their hair).

(Per my sister's suggestion) ~~I taught the girls~~ Miss Winifred taught the girls all about fancy party manners. Things such as the importance of speaking in an accent, pinky fingers must always be raised, how to dab the corners of your mouth, and appropriate fancy topics of conversation.

Then... hot chocolate on a stick.

Once the hot chocolate was properly melted and tasted, cups were moved over and the lunch service began. Finger sandwiches (cream cheese and cucumber, cranorange rosemary jam, and nutella); brie and crackers; grapes; fine cookies, coconut macaroons.

After an appropriate time for fancy eating, the girls made their own bracelets. Pearls, anyone?

Maggie requested red velvet cupcakes with cream cheese frosting. My running partner and friend just happened to be making some for her sister yesterday and was so kind to make 12 more for Mags. They were a hit!

Presents were then opened and the party was fancifully over.

The girls all got to take home a tea saucer (thrift store) to use as their jewelry holder, along with their hat, bracelet, and golden candy.

Happy Birthday, Margaret. You are our golden girl. We love you tons, chicken buns.

a

randomonium

2011-12-08T09:38:00.001-07:00

You know that old man that works as a crossing guard at our school? The one who calls me "lady"? Get this. Today I heard him tell a PYT* to "Have a good one, Beautiful." And sure as today is cold, he said to me RIGHT AFTER, "Have a good day, lady." Now. Don't get me wrong. I don't expect everyone to call me beautiful. It does get tiring after a while--all that incessant talk of my good looks. But it makes the sting of being called "lady" daily slightly more stinging. (*PYT: Pretty Young Thing, natch. She's probably only a couple years younger than yours truly, but she works those leggings daily. see random point 4)

Also. When your mother tells you not to go outside with wet hair, she's probably right. Considering it was 20*F outside, I realized I was being slightly thoughtless to walk Ash to school with wet hair. I should have also considered that he walks increasingly slower every degree the temperature drops. At least now I know what an ice helmet would look like.

I'm really torn with the Christmas treats tradition. I want to keep up my annual baklava making. But many of the people I give treats to are not 90 years old NOR Greek. Does anyone even like baklava? (raise your hand and say "me")

Did you hear? I know I am sooo controversial, but have you read the latest gossip to come out of Rexburg, Idaho? Oh boy. I'm not super familiar with BYU-Idaho, but from what I have gathered over the years, they are even more strict about the minutia than BYU in Provo. I know this wasn't a school-sanctioned ban on skinny jeans, but the fact that it happened at all and those imposing it felt any sense of righteousness for doing so makes me cringe a bit. More than a bit, but you know... .

I lost my cool with one of my kids in public last night. At a spiritual moment of a live nativity. I should be more embarrassed. We were all cold, but one child in particular was behaving as though we were cutting off his toes atop Mt. Everest in order to save his legs. I mean, come on. I'm trying to think about the miracle and watch the baby Jesus, so CUT IT OUT or I WILL PINCH YOUR BUNS! The irony has not escaped me.

I'm off to the craft fair that took my creative sanity in the spring. Will you be there, too?

Any random thought to share?

a

shut yo' blog

2011-12-07T11:01:00.000-07:00

I just read that a friend I have made through blogging is ending her blog forever.

I totally understand.

(Do I write about this too much? Well, pisha.)

When you blog daily (or almost), there is a pressure to keep it up, keep it fresh, and get some followers. There are blogging royalty who have turned into daily advertisers yet still retain crazy popularity... and that is confusing. There are blog posts that you write that were meant to be discussion starters, but instead only start feuding and bad feelings. That one sucks. There are people that comment daily (hey, Sue! You're awesome!) and make you feel important and there are people who only comment when they want to say something snide... and do it under the ever-notorious "ANONYMOUS".

I have wanted to end this blog so many times. Out of hurt. Out of frustration. Out of time consumption. Out of lack of perceived popularity. Out of whaddya doing this for, lady?

But you don't have to guess if I did. Because here we are. There is no big reveal today.

It's a love/hate relationship.

I love YOU if you're still reading. I hate you if you're not. I'm kidding. I should have written that with the = =. I don't hate, I bloggerate.

So, for all of those fallen bloggers, I say "I understand." For all that still blog, I say, "Power to the People." For me, I say, "Quel que sois." (also known as the ubiquitous whatever)

Blog on, blog on.

a

do unto others, they say

2011-12-05T13:53:00.001-07:00

One thing I love about the looky-loo-ability of bloggin' is seeing how other people decorate.

Ooh, look at her circa 1996 home with purple walls and green vinyl checkerboard floors. Interesting.

She sure likes her granite counter tops, doesn't she?

I never thought of brass being so hip. Nice work, blogger!

You love it, too. Admit it.

Pictures of other peoples' homes are so fascinating. =Someone should really dedicate an entire blog to decorating. Now that is a million-dollar idea.= (oh, yes I did just use the wit equalizers. boo YAH)

If I were to follow that golden rule, I would do likewise unto you.

And I am just narcissistic enough to think that you would want to see my holiday decor. Voila, mes amis!

the snowman lights up at night. Isn't he a dapper ol' chap?

oh, have you already met my tree?

my favorite part. Not because I am so holy, but I love the composition
...and maybe a little holy.

Rhett's lunch and our much-anticipated gingerbread house to decorate tonight!

my awesome wreath made with my own two hands (mostly). per Amy's request.
So, when you come over to bring holiday treats, this wreath will greet you! Merry, indeed.

Share your Christmas decor blog links in the comments. I can't wait to see what you've got going on in your private domain!

a

2 E

2011-12-04T12:19:00.000-07:00

Rhett is two!

Happy Birthday, sweet babe of mine.

dressed up in Maggie's dog's cape, holding a nail file. It's a good life.

(Truth be told, he's been two for a few months in my book. Aye yi yi! But today is we celebrate his actual day of birth.)

Oh Rhett-et-touille (2 E), we sure love you and think you're the bees knees, kid.

a

tell me how great I am and hug me, dangit

2011-12-02T09:55:00.000-07:00

I just finished reading the Five Love Languages. Have you read it? You should.

All test long, I could not figure out my own love language. Which in some ways tells you that I am a lucky, loved girl. But it also tells you that I am one complicated muddle.

Did you know there is a test at the end? Blasted Kindle! Could have saved me hours!

My love language is

(drum roll)

(this dramatic pause makes this =so much more exciting=, doesn't it?)

Words of Affirmation

followed closely by

Physical Touch

yowzers! Type A, much?

You can take the quiz here. Do it. Tell me what you are!

For the record, Alan is totally

Quality Time

aren't we a cute match? =the cutest=

a

=sarcasm=

2011-11-30T11:12:00.001-07:00

When I was in college (here she goes again), there was this boy. It was obvious there was some mutual crushing going on, but most of the flirting was done through email.

One day, he wrote a very impassioned message to a group of us about some injustice or other in the world. I don't quite remember. I wrote something back that was very witty and sarcastic. I knew that he would read my message in the same voice with which I wrote it. Same lilts and all.

You know where this is going.

He did not read it as I had wrote it. He did not see the sarcasm. He thought I was a total jerk. Later I reread it without my snarky reading voice (all done in my head) and realized, "Wow. I sound like a total jerk."

I think that was our last correspondence. (It clearly was never meant to be. He obviously didn't know me well.)

I had learned my lesson.

Fast forward a few years and I am working as a =high-powered= copywriter and editor at a marketing firm. I wrote an ad for a magazine that was pretty sarcastic in nature. Those who knew me well saw how freaking hilarious it was. We had it published. There were some calls from upset magazine subscribers. They thought it was totally offensive.

I kept my job... but, yes, learned my lesson.

Writing sarcasm is a tough endeavor. It rarely works, in my opinion. Mostly it just causes misunderstanding.

But sometimes you really need to be sarcastic. Can I get an amen?

AMEN!

So, the question is, "HOW"?

Italics? All-caps? Parentheses? Quotations?

nope x 4. Already used. Even those cute asterisks have been used up.

Well, my friends, no longer. I am starting a much-needed grassroots movement to change the social media world for the sarcastic better. May I present:

= =

Think of those not as equal signs, but as the wit equalizers. Place one of those on each side of a word or phrase that is meant to be read in a sardonic voice. And now you have done all you can do. No longer will the misunderstanding be YOUR fault. No. It is now in the reader's hands to read it appropriately.

=I'm just trying to make the world a better place.=

=jazz hands=

Pass it on. =GRASSROOTS=

a

tree bien

2011-11-29T10:26:00.001-07:00

Oh my, the transformations of one small silver, flocked tree.

Last post it was featured "au naturel".

She's tres jolie, but is she seaworthy? (name that movie)

And then it was Thanksgiving.

We are a grateful lot.

No time was wasted getting this pretty lady ready for her shining month:

Ta DA!

I am sure we will find reasons to fill her up a bit more before the big dance, but so far so great.

Let it begin!

trees past:
2010
2009
2008

a

oh yes we did

2011-11-22T08:50:00.000-07:00

and maybe it was over a week ago.

but, never fear. we won't decorate it Christmas-style until Friday. it currently showcases colored leaves on which we wrote things for which we were thankful. keeping it real for Thanksgiving, peeps!

when do you put up your tree? is it up already? fresh or fake?

a

Oh, Gi

2011-11-21T09:48:00.000-07:00

We've been infected!

And nobody knows how.

With...

wait for it...

GIARDIA!

What in the?

We have not been traveling in 3rd world countries (I don't think Italy is considered an endemic area--their money is worth more than ours, for Pete's sake).

We have not swallowed water from a lake or stream.

And the other ways of being infected are too gross to mention. Let's just say, we don't participate.

I feel so dirty. Rhett, Maggie, and yours truly. Giardia!

This might be more embarrassing than lice.

So embarrassing that I am sharing it on the world wide web.

GIARDIA!

a

guess who

2011-11-17T15:24:00.000-07:00

got braces?

discovered my tube of red lipstick?

always something fun going on around here.

a

a sign of the dimes

2011-11-15T07:46:00.001-07:00

A sign that I am definitely aging:

photo source

I will not bend over for anything less than a dime.

Will update when age or wealth increases my stoop's value to a quarter.

a

How do you do it?

2011-11-14T09:51:00.000-07:00

As mothers, there are a few things we don't like hearing.

They include, but are not limited to:

What do you do all day?
You sure have your hands full!
(when pregnant) Are you sure you're not having twins?
You look tired.
Are you going to have any more?
Who's kid is this?

and my least favorite of late:

Where do you find the time?

Which could sound like a compliment. But deep down, like most Mom-to-Mom comments, it has another meaning.

Let's take this conversation that never happened as an example:

Mother ONE: Did you see The View yesterday? That Joy Behar cracks me up. She suggested the book, "Comedians Will Rule the World" and I went out and bought it. I couldn't put it down. Read it all night long. I needed a good laugh.

Mother TWO: How do you find the time?

Mother ONE: Well, um, sometimes I need a break. And I like to fold laundry while I watch The View. And... um... I am really tired today, because I don't usually read all night long. But sometimes I need, you know, a break.

Mother TWO: Sure, I guess. I am just so busy with my kids all day, it's all I can do to keep my eyes open when I go to bed each night. But, good for you, I guess. I just don't know how you do it.

For the record, I do not watch The View. I do read at night. I am not able to keep my eyes open when I go to... the couch for TV time each night. I also do crafts, rearrange my home, do laundry, write on a blog, stay up-to-date with news, make dinner, run, help out at school. I DO NOT iron, vacuum (hello, that's why I have kids), wash windows, budget, mop, watch TV during the day, coupon clip, and more.

It's called choices. We've all got to make them. Mothers included.

a

11s

2011-11-11T09:10:00.000-07:00

Remember last year when I tried really hard to get everyone excited about 10/10/10? Yeah. That was great.

And then I heard/felt the teasing and eye-rolling and realized, "I can be awesome all by myself."

Can you tell I am the 5th child?! Not quite the baby in a family with six kids, but close enough. Waaahh, poor me!

So, today is the big one. ELEVEN eleven ELEVEN. At 11:11, I will make a colossally big wish. Like peace on earth, a book getting published, or to finally lose this 4-baby weight. Big deals, people.

And in the spirit of November (month of gratitude), I will do 11 good things for other people.

Join me if you want. I won't judge you or tease you or roll my eyes in your general direction. Count that as ONE of my ELEVEN things.

Happy 11/11/11 and Happy Veterans' Day!

a

My Grains

2011-11-10T10:10:00.000-07:00

Over the last five days, I have discovered a few truths:

Sitting in a dark, quiet room--doing absolutely nothing--helps alleviate the pain of a migraine.

Sitting in a dark, quiet room--doing absolutely nothing--drives me and my restless mind cRAzY!

Also, if you yell at your children during a moment when your migraine had subsided, it will return. And it will be worse, even if your children totally deserved it. A lot worse. Crying because it is worse will not make it better.

Almost everything makes it worse.

People will tell you to go to the doctor, but sitting in a waiting room for hours because you have your first migraine might drive you more insane than sitting in a dark, quiet room.

a

Karma Chameleon

2011-11-07T09:39:00.000-07:00

I have a(nother) problem. I unintentionally mimic.

I was at a store the other day chatting it up with a very friendly, animated man. If I were really bold, I'd just say that this man was effeminate. I don't know if I am that bold.

About a minute into our conversation, I realized I was lilting my words the same way he was and using words he used. "Get out!" Were my hands moving in similar fashion? I am afraid that they were.

I consciously tried to act cool and normal, but it was very difficult. I tend to mimic behaviors and accents of those I am around. To this day, I cannot say "South Carolina" without reverting to the accent of my South Carolinian friend. College friends bring out the valley-girl accents in me and the over-usage of the word "like". Don't even get me started on the British lady that I used to go to church with; that was embarrassing.

You know Madonna: our New Jersey pop star who now lives in England and has suddenly become a "lady"? People make fun of her fake British accent, but I totally get it. That would be me. And I would be all at once completely self-conscious and self-important. I get you, Madonna. It must be because our names totally rhyme. And that we are both totally buff and writers of children books (oh, yours are actually published? Good for you.).

It also happens with behaviors and attitudes. If someone is melancholy, I become melancholy. Sad? Tired? Pensive? Funny? Sarcastic? Nutty? I'm right there with you.

Unless you are a spaz. That always sucks all of my energy, and then I become that moody British lady again.

a

guess who

2011-11-04T04:06:00.000-06:00

Guess which person in our home is perfecting their ability to write their name?

I am well aware that what comes around goes around. I wrote my name a lot on just about everything. Somehow I know that I deserve this.

At least now we have those blessed Magic Erasers.

a

awe-tumn

2011-11-03T09:15:00.000-06:00

Is there anything better than colorful leaves and dead ones that crunch underfoot?

Oh, the smells of pumpkin bread baking, hot apple cider, and soups for dinner!

Is there anything more lovely than a cool, fall night?

Perhaps.

last year

Maybe a daughter who is every bit as wacky as you once were... and more. My Margaret Macfargaret!

crazy hair day

dress like a nerd day
Johnny is pretty funny, too. Maggie is all character, though.

ITALY dump

2011-11-02T04:16:00.002-06:00

No, Italy was not a dump. Far from it. I've heard some lovely complaints that more pictures are needed to adequately show our Italy trip. Commence Picture Dump:

Bellagio from the ferry

Switzerland, near Lugano

looking toward Menaggio over Lake Como

Alan finds some familiar words in Milan

galleria vittorio emanuele ii milan

the Milan Cathedral

Alan and the villa where we stayed in Menaggio (the third floor)

some of the 178 steps to the villa

the arena in Verona

the Juliet Road

the water taxi into Venice

Alan's favorite part of the entire trip

view of Venice canals from our hotel room

also from our room

St. Mark's Square

traveling is so hard

I am still (patiently) waiting for pictures from Tracy and Ryan. They took much better photos (and more of them). Alas, this was the gist of our incredible Italian Adventure. Buono!

THREE THINGS that Italy does better than the USofA:
1. Pizza
2. Toilets
3. KitKat bars

a

Halloween trumps Italy

2011-11-01T10:12:00.000-06:00

our Roman Princess

Halloween keeps getting longer and LONGER. We officially started Halloween on Friday with school parade and Alan's big company brouhaha.

our wolfman

a reluctant Dracula

for the record, I have NO idea who Ash is walking with

our puppy and HAZMAT zombie

Hagrid from Harry Potter

Saturday I ran the Halloween Half Marathon. I didn't dress up and have been sufficiently made to feel guilty enough about that. But I ran it; killed it.

Sunday we went to Al's parents' house for some Halloween dinner, cousin parade, and spooky talents and songs.

Yesterday was the big dance. After school we made our RIGABONEY, finished decorating the spooky outside of our home, got treats ready, and went out to grab our fair share of sugar booty.

How is it that we now have more candy than before? This is not good. Anyone know of a shelter or program to give the candy?

Mother Nature was very thoughtful with her awesome weather yesterday. It was perfect fall weather, a bit warm, even. As I type this, the snow is falling and the Christmas music is threatening to take over our speakers.

see the snow?

Ah, the holidays!

Until next year, Halloween.

a

zombie lovin'

2011-10-31T08:51:00.001-06:00

I know I promised more Italy last Friday, but you know... life.

I will get to it, friends. And to our Halloween costumes. And to the fact that Saturday I ran in the Halloween Half Marathon (and finished, thankyouverymuch).

What are your plans for Halloween? What are you giving out to the ol' trick-or-treaters? Are you watching The Walking Dead on AMC? I do to bond with Alan--it's pretty gory for a television show--but I gotta say it is well-done and compelling.

In the spirit of the Undead...

HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

What I learned from an Italian chef

2011-10-27T09:47:00.001-06:00

As mentioned yesterday, the four of us went to a cooking class while in Italy. We sat in Moreno's restaurant and watched and listened as he made basic pasta, cheese tortelloni, country lamb (wrapped in pancetta), and Italian sauce with sausage. Then we got to eat it.

If you ever visit Lake Como, Italy, I highly suggest the Ristorante Il Caminetto Cookery Lessons with Moreno. Fantastico!

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Moreno took his sweet time mixing the eggs into the flour for the pasta. I would have moved that thing along in about 1/5th of the time. Which is why I don't have a successful, charming restaurant.

Lesson One: Take Your Time.

Throughout his lesson, Moreno told us that when making Italian food, try to think like an Italian. To be successful in cooking a certain way, you should try to adopt those kinds of characteristics. His idea of thinking like an Italian was

Lesson Two: Confidence in Everyone, But Not Too Much.

Some tools in the kitchen are important and others can be improvised with what you have on hand. You need to select the best kind of tools and then take care of them.

Lesson Three: Always Keep Your Areas Clean and Prepared.

If you are feeling anxious while cooking, it will manifest itself in your food. Enjoy the process and show your love while in the kitchen and those eating your food will notice it.

Lesson Four: Share Your Love.

When making the Pasta Sauce, Moreno used white onion, garlic, fresh basil, tomato puree, local olive oil, cherry tomatoes, and sausage. It was very simple, but so delicious. He gave the amounts of each to be used, but made one special suggestion with the sausage:

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Lesson Five: "Be Generous, Always."

Four hours later, we were full of delicious food and inspired suggestions. He also cured my nasty cough with his Grandma's special remedy. Cured, I say! There were many other great treasures, like not using a wet cloth/sponge to clean your pasta area, cherry tomatoes counteract the rich flavors of sausage with the occasional squirt of acidity, tortelloni is larger and tortellini is usually filled with meat. Lots of little treasures.

I'm still a bit pasta-ed out, but next week we are going to be eating some homemade pasta awesomeness around here. Grazie, Moreno!

Tuesday: Italy without kids
Yesterday: Italy with friends
Tomorrow: More Italy

and then I promise to move on.

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Italy with friends

2011-10-26T09:39:00.000-06:00

what tourist?

I met Tracy when we were both attending a summer program in Jerusalem. I can't remember how we met or why we became friends, but she was one of four great friends that I made that summer. She also went to the University of Utah and saved me from a precarious position in which I had previously put myself. (short story: I moved into a home with two girls and one very handsome boy--this fact was unknown to me before I moved in. He happened to be in the room next to mine in the basement of the home. My parents were not pleased.)

see, Mom, I'm not that photogenic!

Tracy and I then lived in the same apartment complex, went to the same ward, had many similar friends, kissed similar boys, and she saw the whole Alan relationship from the awkward beginnings.

Tracy and Ryan live in Cincinnati, Ohio with their three crazy-cute boys.

Last June(?), Tracy called me and asked if Alan and I would want to stay in an Italian villa with them for FREE! I don't think she expected for us to say yes, but by the next week we had our airplane tickets purchased and our passports on their way.

hey! tutti frutti!

Ryan was extremely well-prepared, technologically speaking. He had the villa up and running on his wireless modem, two laptops (with skype ready to roll), two iPads, two cameras, an international iPhone, and a car navigation system ready to take us around Italy. He also drove the entire time. He drives a lot like a race car driver, which was perfect for where we were. Those of us that were more cautious or timid would have gotten us in an accident... guaranteed.

where else are Americans supposed to eat?

Traveling with friends made us see/do more than we would have on our own. We would not have gone to the Italian cooking class (see tomorrow's post) or the tour of Villa Balbianello ("Allora, Guido Monzino collected many artifacts...") which is where the marriage of Padme and Anakin took place (Star Wars) and some scenes from James Bond, Casino Royale. So, some pretty cool things we wouldn't have done otherwise.

Villa Balbianello (source)

Traveling with friends gets you to eat out more, play cards well into the night, a reason to eat gelato when your husband doesn't want any, a male friend for your husband to have lame male jokes with, a female friend to laugh and reminisce with, and two extra plates to try at dinner.

Obviously, traveling with friends gets you to Italy, where you would not have gone had they not so generously invited you to partake of their hellabadeal!

Grazie, Ciao!

Yesterday: Italia senza bambini
Tomorrow: What I learned from an Italian chef

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Italia senza bambini (Italy without kids)

2011-10-25T09:22:00.002-06:00

Vacations with kids are a lot of work and create great memories.

Vacations without kids are a lot of work and create great memories.

Let me start by saying that if it weren't for a number of extremely helpful family members and friends, this would not have happened. Well, unless we had an extra couple of thousand dollars to spend on a babysitter/nanny. But then it probably would not have been as fun for the kids.

Before we left, we organized a couple of "tending trades"--one with my brother, and another with my friend. I watched their kids while they went on vacation and knew that they would do similarly when I left. Grandparents came in and filled in the rest. Alan's parents stayed at our house so that the kids could still go to school /activities /etc. His mother had my house cleaner than when I left (and I had cleaned it pretty thoroughly... for me). How nice is that? I will tell you... very nice! My parents picked up the kids for the last three days and took them on vacation to their home. Then on the last night, my brother and Dad brought them home, got them in bed and picked us up from the airport. Pretty sweet, huh?

It definitely made it easier for me knowing that my kids were having a fun time with people who cared about them. I even got a few emails with pictures showing me that they were alive and well.

Rhett getting TWO balloons with my friend, Erynn

the kids hanging out with my brother, Spencer

In short, it is not easy leaving your kids for 10 days for a lot of reasons. But in my humble, enlightened, expert opinion it is important to a marriage to leave your kids for a few days and "just be" with your spouse. Italy is an extreme example, I know. Being with Alan and no kids is important to me. I am reminded of many things--namely that in 16.2 years, it is going to be just us for the rest of our days. I hope we still like each other. I feel pretty good about it.

In bullet points, why I love going away with Alan:

stay up late, sleep in
sexy time
only paying for two meals; let's get dessert!
uninterrupted talking
no plans
napping
visit a castle? sure, why not!?
sexy time
eating when you're hungry
missing your kids
seeing how insignificant your life is (in a good way)
experiencing history
the world is big; God loves all of us
gelato before lunch
sexy time
long, aimless walks
adventure!

I've heard there were ghosts haunting this castle, but I don't believe it.

Tomorrow:
Italia with friends
Thursday:
What I learned from an Italian chef

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buon giorno

2011-10-24T14:47:00.000-06:00

Oh, it's you again! Hello. Would you believe that two days ago I was cavorting around Italy with my husband and two of our friends?

Believe it!

It was, as they say, favoloso! We got back late last night (technically this morning) and I'm still processing the entire trip. You know what I'm talking about? It's kind of a mad blur.

To whet your appetite for what I will be serving up on this blog for the rest of the week, here is the view from our villa in Menaggio:

And this is my favorite traveling friend and me eating at a lakeside restaurant (I think it was the best meal I had):

Until tomorrow, grazie, ciao!

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my new favorite

2011-10-19T04:15:00.000-06:00

no, I'm not talking children.

For my birthday I got a quote for my wall. It's kind of perfect.

Know what I'm sayin'?

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now booking

2011-10-18T04:12:00.004-06:00

Alan and I have been practicing our duet of this song. It's going to be great, I'm telling you.

If you'd like to book us for your upcoming holiday party, let us know soon. We are quite the deal.

And a Happy Birthday to my big brother, Nick the Stick. Lunch next week?

ps: Kenny Rogers used to be quite the silver fox. Who knew?

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This is Halloween this time around

2011-10-17T03:56:00.000-06:00

Halloween Home SHOW AND TELL! (gag, right?)

I showed you some of our rats here and here. I think I'm having a rat year.

Here are some of our other Halloween decorations this year. You know how much our family likes Halloween.

Rhett is especially digging it. Every corner and nook that is decorated elicits "oohs" and "ahhs" from him. Makes me really excited for Christmas this year. He is going to eat it up.

We still need to put up our window ghoul and some extra scary props. Next week.

a saying for Sunday

2011-10-16T04:09:00.001-06:00

I made this for my sister for her birthday (not my finest gift moment ever, but I tried).

Happy Sunday!

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halloween new tunes

2011-10-14T09:56:00.000-06:00

My kids have been loving this song. It's very much for the younger set, but I'd be lying if I said that I didn't find myself dancing and singing along to it.

What do you think? New Halloween classic?

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cult fever

2011-10-13T15:52:00.000-06:00

Ready for an Ahh-nna opinion? Here it goes.

In case you didn't hear, when referring to GOP candidate Mitt Romney's religion, Rev. Robert Jeffress--a leading evangelical minister in Texas--claimed Mormons are not Christian and the entire religion is a cult.

I'm not going to say more about that other than, Mormons believe in Christ and aim to follow Him in all ways. A cult is typically a small group of people who practice religion thought to be strange or sinister. With over 14 million members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints, I would argue that it is not a small group. Strange? perhaps. Sinister? I think not.

My opinion starts here:

Many people I know and more that I do not have been on the offensive attack at this Reverend's comment. The media frenzy and the LDS (Mormon) officials are taking their stance and claiming the Rev. Jeffress to be incorrect and full of misinformation. As a Mormon myself, I don't feel that this moment necessitates a need to loudly defend the cult status of my religion. I believe in Christ. I don't ever hesitate saying so, but I don't think tweeting it, putting it on my Facebook status or writing about it on my blog (ahem!) with proverbial fists pumping in the air is going to slow down the current. It might even exacerbate it, in my opinion.

The more defensive we act the more guilty we appear.
excessive objection=probable culpability

"The lady doth protest too much, methinks."

If we are to be considered followers of Christ, we should easily forgive those who trespass against us, be long suffering and kind, and live our lives with grace. That will say more than defensive derision.

We don't need to be so easily provoked. We don't need an apology. We don't need open discussion. We need to be compassionate; bear, believe, hope, and endure.

Two Mormons running for President. I don't think we've seen the worst of the cutting remarks and questions. Let's find ourselves graceful.

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see this, this, and this for more. In case you aren't already as sick of it as I am. ;)

a slice of morning

2011-10-12T12:57:00.000-06:00

It's nice only having one kid home for the morning. Rhett and I can bond.

Here is a slice of our morning.

breakfast

and a beverage

make sure the rats are well-fed

an outdoor performance

watch for an audience/life reflecting

We WERE going to make Rice Krispie Treats, but well... we are mysteriously low on the Rice Krispie cereal.

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and you and you and you

2011-10-11T09:39:00.000-06:00

Sometimes you need a little old to feel new:

Know what I'm sayin'?

Good Mornin' to you!

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charity

2011-10-10T07:30:00.000-06:00

1 Corinthians 13:

3 And though I bestow all my goods to feed the poor, and though I give my body to be burned, and have not charity, it profiteth me nothing.

4 Charity suffereth long, and is kind; charity envieth not; charity vaunteth not itself, is not puffed up,

5 Doth not behave itselfunseemly, seeketh not her own, is not easily provoked, thinketh no evil;

6 Rejoiceth not in iniquity, but rejoiceth in the truth;

7 Beareth all things, believeth all things, hopeth all things, endureth all things.

8 Charity never faileth: but whether there be prophecies, they shall fail; whether there be tongues, they shall cease; whether there be knowledge, it shall vanish away.

I feel like the concept of charity is being forced down my throat lately. Which means I probably need to listen. Yesterday, especially, I felt the need to not be easily provoked.

Charity--in my opinion--must be the most difficult concept to grasp and I want it.

Rhett-atouille Louie

2011-10-07T15:01:00.000-06:00

This is Rhett.

He is a trouble maker. He says, "thank you Mom" all day long. He loves popsicles and fruit snacks.

He is my pal all day long while the kids are at school.

Rhett might be my favorite.

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John Bon Johnny

2011-10-07T13:06:00.000-06:00

This is John.

He is my firstborn son in the wilderness.

He is crazy smart. He is my best helper. He is also the one who gets in trouble the most.

He is a hip hop dancer.

Johnny is my favorite.

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Mag-a-muffin

2011-10-07T12:31:00.000-06:00

This is Margaret.

She just started ballet this year. She is the Pun Queen. She is easygoing and sweet.

She LIKES babysitting her brothers (for now).

Maggie is my favorite.

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Ash-man

2011-10-07T08:55:00.000-06:00

This is Ashton.

He is in kindergarten. He is funny. He is NOT a morning person.

He just lost his first tooth.

He is my favorite.

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randomonium

2011-10-06T09:52:00.000-06:00

why, yes, I am watching a Sasquatch Music group perform. Does that seem odd?

I don't know if Twitter and Facebook have ruined me mentally... permanently. It seems I can only think in short, carefully contrived ideas. Not always contrived, actually. Mostly random and erratic.

Yesterday I overheard a kid tell his dad that another kid was "kind of a big deal" at school. Is anyone ever simply "a big deal" or must they always be KIND OF a big deal? And did I mention that this kid was a 9 year-old? All kinds of awesome.

I frequently find myself dazed while driving. Like, "whoa! I totally didn't even look before I changed lanes/turned right/ran perilously fast through that red light while simultaneously texting, putting on my makeup and eating." It makes me wonder how many people drive similarly and why I am still alive.

There is an older man who works as the crossing guard by the kids' school. (Did I mention that Ashton needs to be walked to school by me?) When I walk home, and I use his kind services, he always says, "Have a good day, lady." Lady? Really? Why does that make me feel all types of creepy?

X Factor makes me cry. This is an embarrassing truth of which I will never mention again. (and no, I am not pregnant. nosy!)

My internet tabs are a great window into my inconsistent soul. They currently read "How to Write a Freaking Cool Novel", "Compression Socks for Runners", "How to Write a Business Plan", "Chocolate Chip Sweet Rolls", "Blogger: anna - Create Post". I will bet you that the first one I do anything about is the sweet rolls. Chocolate chip sweet rolls? Hello, heaven!

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GOLDfinger!

2011-10-05T08:41:00.000-06:00

I have a confession to make. My name is Ahh-nna and I am addicted to gold spray paint.

It's true.

You see, I've had these gnomes for a lot of years. Last year they looked like this:

You can imagine how much worse they looked this year. But, see, I don't like showing people at their worst, with their bellies hanging over and out, their hair all skiwampus, their paint chipping, and all. Just imagine that my poor garden gnomes were looking pretty ragged.

A month ago I decided to paint them something snazzy. GOLD! I bought the more expensive Rustoleum brand and MAN, have I been pleased.

I have not been paid to endorse this glorious product. I wouldn't mind being so.

These bad boys only needed one coat. ONE!

Who knew gnomes could be so glamorous? Extreme Makeover, Gnome Edition!

There was so much paint leftover and the coverage was so incredible. So I continued to paint.

he's a little spotty from the lawn sprinkler, but still gorgeous!

And paint.

My animal planters. They are pretty incredible looking, even without their plants.

And four more just like them. All Gold.

Same can of spray paint.

And my favorites of all, gold rats. They keep it classy on the dinner table.

I'm kind of obsessed with the gold rats. I'm not going to lie, they are my favorite thing right now. You would think that I spent THOUSANDS of dollars on them, but I didn't. Only one dollar per rat and my fancy gold spray paint.

I still have some of the gold left and I am scouring my house for something that needs to be gold.

GOLD, people! Who knew?

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this is the time

2011-10-04T13:52:00.000-06:00

of year that I say, "Oh, I love autumn. I love playing outside, crisp evenings, and having my windows open all day and night."

And then I show you pictures of us at the park

And pictures of our weekend drives to see the fall foliage.

Because I know and you know that in about four months, you will be posting pictures of your warm February and playing outside while I am sitting inside, trying to keep warm during the icy, frigid months.

But for now, AHHHHH!

a saying for Sunday

2011-10-03T17:06:00.001-06:00

A day late, but I heard it on Sunday... so does that count?

This is from an LDS hymn, There is Sunshine in My Soul Today. And while there is sunshine for all that I have been given, there are also moments when I feel as though I have not/cannot do enough. The spirit is willing... you know, that flesh being weak. But oh, how this phrase rings true to my soul's intent.

How was your weekend?

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you're not a model

2011-09-29T15:37:00.000-06:00

Do you shop for clothing online? Sometimes it works for me, but most of the time it does not. Mostly because the models are about five inches taller than me and ten sizes smaller. Surprisingly, the clothes do not look as good on me as they do on the models.

Quelle surprise!

I have been known to buy things because they are on sale--even if they are smaller than my current size (because heaven knows someday soon I will be THAT size)--and never wear them. Not exactly the method to successful shopping (or money management).

When I saw this picture, it made me snort laugh. And proclaim aloud to nobody: "This is reality, folks!" The folks being my imaginary play friends who are responsible for my ~~clean~~ ~~tidy~~ slightly cluttered house and eating all of the junk food. They know what I'm talking about.

from Anthropologie which is a very hard word to type

Seriously, right?

Thank you, Anthropologie for reminding the majority of us that we cannot assume to look good in your clothes. We might try. But, deep down we know we are more like the sweet lady in the floral skirt who has no idea that she is going to be the heroine of my blog. Esmerelda, you are my favorite!

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Ahh-tumn Music from Ahh-nna

2011-09-27T16:23:00.000-06:00

I finally sent out my autumn music mix to the four winners. Today. And since there were FOUR more of you who pretended to want one, too, I thought I'd share with you the playlist.

Now you, too, can listen to Anna's awesome mix. You just have to pay for it yourself. I'm not made of money, folks. Check it.

We Turn It Up      Oh Land
See the Good    Mindy Gledhill
The Promise       When In Rome
You've Changed      Sia
What'll I Do        Lisa Hannigan
Sophia              Laura Marling
Let the Good Times Roll    Ben Rector
Holiday   Sarah Sample
Born Alone    Wilco
Faith      George Michael
Girl Inform Me     The Shins
White Nights       Oh Land
Stop Trying          Sia
Bonnie and Clyde    Serge Gainsbourg & Brigitte Bardot
Atlas Hands         Benjamin Francis Leftwich

Enjoy, mes amis!

blogs and dodos

2011-09-26T09:56:00.000-06:00

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There is a restaurant in Salt Lake City (SLC, for short) called The Dodo. When you say "The Dodo" you have to say it with a sorority girl lilt because that is who goes there. I went there in college, but it was never with a date or a male friend. Only groups of college girls went to The Dodo. They expanded a few times, and have since closed all but one restaurant.

It kills me that anyone would name their restaurant after (and feature large murals of) the most well-known extinct animal. Other than those dinosaur-things. What should we name this restaurant? Something that doesn't exist any more, never tasted good, and was known to be a bit stupid, for sure. Yes, then all of the college girls will come!

For a while, everyone loved The Dodo. We talked about their smoked turkey sandwich, salads and tollhouse cookie pie like they were the best food around. Who was at the Dodo and who were they with? Oh, The Dodo!

And now... nobody cares. Old people go to The Dodo and groups of ladies. It's there, but no longer the exciting place it once was.

I feel that the blog is going the way of The Dodo. My group of blogs I used to read religiously have slowed down on their posting or maybe post less exciting things than they once did. And why should we care about blogs when we've got Twitter, Facebook (with all of its changes), and Pinterest? The wheat is being separated from the chaff, so to speak. Those who have blogs with direction, purpose and interest are maintaining and growing. Those who have mindless self-promoting blogs (HELLO, Ahhnna!) are slowly dimming their lights.

So, unlike the actual dodo bird, I think blogs will stick around a while, but probably akin to The Dodo restaurant.

Have you noticed this trend? Are you still blogging or do you find your interests are moving along?

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a saying for Sunday

2011-09-25T13:55:00.000-06:00

He's not just the face of a hundred smackaroos. He was also kind of smart and said some good things. I like this one about teaching kids.

seriously, wash your hands

2011-09-23T09:00:00.000-06:00

Last night, I went with some friends to a late movie. Never heard of it before, just went.

Oh boy.

In college I was kind of a germaphobe. When I got my wisdom teeth out and was heavily sedated, I still wouldn't touch the doorknobs and insisted on washing my hands.

Having kids relaxed my germ-freak ways. That is, I was relaxed until I saw this movie last night.

Lots of big name stars.

Stop touching your face. Cover your cough. And seriously, wash your hands.

Have you seen Contagion?

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if I knew any, that is

2011-09-22T17:59:00.000-06:00

happiness is

2011-09-21T10:44:00.003-06:00

I love David O. McKay. More and more everyday. His words speak to my current soul. Not just the ones about rum cake and coca cola, but also those about motherhood, home, and action.

"Let husband and wife never speak to one another in loud tones, unless the house is on fire."

"Trust is greater than love."

"Your thoughts are the architects of your destiny."

And today, especially, I really needed this one:

“The noblest calling in the world is motherhood. True motherhood is the most beautiful of all arts, the greatest of all professions. She who can paint a masterpiece, or who can write a book that will influence millions, deserve the plaudits and admiration of mankind; but she who rears successfully a family of healthy, beautiful sons and daughters whose immortal souls will exert influence throughout the ages long after paintings shall have faded, and books and statues shall have decayed or been destroyed, deserves the highest honor that man can give, and the choicest blessings of God.”

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Listen up, ye scallywags

2011-09-19T09:39:00.001-06:00

Today's th'day we celebrate th'orrible ways of th'pirate and we's talk like 'em. Yarr, today's National Talk Like a Pirate Day. I's expect ye'all to participate.

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Ya varmints.

(my spell check just officially gave up on this post.)

(Dave Barry explains this phenomenon here)

As for the winners of my Autumn CD mix, I decided beforehand that the first three comments would win. I was feeling very generous. My sister was the fourth comment and since I was going to send her one anyway, I will say that the first four comments WIN. You get a hot mix, you get a hot mix, you get a hot mix, and you! (everyone else, thanks for the commenting, but you don't get one... this time)

So to Laraine, Veronica, Sue, and Amanda: WOOT woot. Send me your address to arzabud {at} msn {dot} com.

Oh, and guess who ran 12 miles on Saturday? Booyah!

(maybe I can do a marathon after all... don't laugh, I'm serious)

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give it away

2011-09-14T08:36:00.003-06:00

give it away, give it away now. (name that song)

Yesterday at the DMV (which surprisingly only took about 10 minutes to conduct my business), this big man told me that I have gorgeous eyes.

Naturally, I made them even larger while I thanked him.

Kinda like this:

THANK you!

Compliments are a wonderful thing. I felt good all day. I try to give out compliments often, but I'm going to give them even more. By the way, you are looking GOOD today. And your taste in blogs is impeccable.

I felt so good that I decided that today I was going to give away a mix cd. What is that you say? Finally? Yes, it has been a while, I've been slacking a little in the music and blog giving departments. No longer, my friends. I've got an AUTUMNAL music mix that is going to feel like you're getting showered with compliments all fall long.

I might even throw in a Halloween decoration, since we've started PHASE ONE of decorating over here. I'm getting excited. You should be excited to get this musical autumnal fantastical package.

Just leave me a comment with something in it. ANYTHING. Tell us the best compliment you've ever been given. Or your favorite Halloween decoration. Or the best thing to do in the fall. Just write SOMETHING and I'll pick a winner... soon.

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12:45 am

2011-09-13T08:51:00.000-06:00

This is the post I KNEW that I had to write this morning at 12:45 am. Because obviously that is when the best material comes. Or the worst, but I'm so tired it all seems genius.

We recently had Stake Conference (multiple congregations in one area make up an LDS "Stake") and since I am so humble and pious, I couldn't help but notice some of the Mormon clichés that were spoken. I think there were some messages spoken of hope, service, and charity. I'll have to borrow someone's notes.

May I present to you,

"If you hear at least two of these things, you are in a Mormon Meeting":

hard trial
last dispensation (or just "dispensation")
"the world"
every fiber of my being
beyond the shadow of a doubt
so blessed
"I wasn't going to cry"
"I would be truly remiss"

Any others I am forgetting? Help a SISTER out!

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stranger love

2011-09-12T09:07:00.000-06:00

This is one of the pictures from the GREEK festival over the weekend.

After I scrutinized my smile, pose, skin, RED hair, Rhett's non-compliance, the trash that was our feast, et cetera, I noticed this cute little moment happening behind me.

Is that not adorable? Look how happy her face is. Let's get a close-up.

I admit to being kind of fascinated with strangers in photos. How many times am I the stranger in other people's photos? Probably more than I would like to know. Making really funky faces, I'm sure. Strangers filling space on our most cherished photos. I am kind of in love with it, actually.

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martha for the next next

2011-09-09T14:21:00.000-06:00

Martha is no longer targeting the generation after her (HOLLA!), but the next generation after that.

Martha and Friends is a virtual craft hangout for the younger set. Think 8 - 11 years. I love it. I think Maggie will love it. Better than a lot of the alternatives, I say.

Check it out here!

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sue me

2011-09-09T12:50:00.000-06:00

I pretend sometimes that I am a mini-expert on advertising.

"That billboard is not effective."

"That commercial has promise, but it missed the mark."

"What were they thinking with this mailer?!"

You know, because of all of my years in advertising.

These commercials are highly fascinating and well done. In my professional opinion.

Enjoy.

is it time yet?

2011-09-08T09:13:00.000-06:00

The temperature has been dropping every day, it seems. If we leave our windows open at night (which we do), our house is CHILLY in the early a.m.

Ladies and gentlemen, it is fall 'round here. And I couldn't be more excited. This is my favorite.

I've only seen one house that has put out their Halloween decorations. I think it's too soon, but then again... is it ever really too soon for Halloween?

Alan has made his mark on Pinterest lately (aljmac) and he has a board dedicated to classic Halloween (go here). I gotta tell you, it gets me all excited. A little scared at times, but mostly excited. This is fantastico:

Oh Martha, you always make Halloween look fun:

because it is.

I still want one of these. If you want something for over 5 years, then you probably should get it. Right? Right?!

Oh, it might be too soon, but the wind is a-blowin' and my fingers are itchin'. There might be something hanging around our house soon. Sooon.

SOOOOooooon.

you can check out my previous Halloween happenings here.

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too legit to quit

2011-09-06T08:40:00.000-06:00

We had a fun and crazy-filled weekend. Now it's back to business.

This week my call to SAHMothering feels legit. I have somewhere to be/take the kids every day of the week from here until June. It has begun.

I'm still trying to convince myself that scouting is important for my boys. I don't get it. Don't tell my Dad--he'll really think I am falling off the deep-end. Oh boy(s).

deep breath.

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we miss you

2011-09-02T12:41:00.000-06:00

Ashton, it's only been three days, but we miss you like crazy.

Yes, there is less tv, less Wii, and less bickering going on. BUT... there are more moments of Rhett being lonely and Mommy needing to get things done.

And the messes.

Oh, the messes.

In the last hour, Rhett has managed to crack 11 eggs on the floor, dump an entire huge bag of Costco tortilla chips, and tried to start the house on fire.

I wish I were exaggerating.

I am glad you like kindergarten so much. I am happy that you think it is fun to be at school all day. We just kinda miss having you around.

Love, Mom

Anything fun happening this weekend? We're going to a Sasquatch Film Festival (?) tonight and Swiss Days up in Midway tomorrow. The weather is GORGEOUS and promises to stay that way all weekend. Have a great LONG Labor Day weekend!

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owl

2011-09-01T09:07:00.000-06:00

On Tuesday, we had one last HURRAH for Ashton before he started his mandatory 13 years of public school. (Except I told him he had AT LEAST 17 more years. Expectations, people.)

We called it his Farewell to Freedom. We went to the movies and saw Winnie the Pooh, grabbed lunch at the finest eatery (Wendy's, drive-thru), and played at the park. The best part, though, was sitting by the creek at the park and watching the boys throw rocks and sticks. I tell ya, it's the simple things.

Winnie the Pooh was a hit. I think we were all glad that it wasn't much over an hour long. You can only handle so much Pooh, ifyouknowwhatImean.

That Owl character really got to me. Man, was he a clueless know-it-all. I don't want to give away any spoilers, but at one point he shows how he could have saved the day, but instead talked someone else into doing it. Come on, OWL. Less talking, more doing. Why was he bugging me?

It hit me this morning. I am a bit of Owl. If I talk enough, eventually something will come out that was worth saying. The more I say, the better chance to have SOME wisdom revealed. That's annoying. At least I'm aware, though, right?! Right?!

I'm also a little bit Pooh Bear. I like my friends, I like adventures, I make things more difficult than they need to be, and I am a slave to the "rumbly in my tumbly".

Of course, being a mother I am a bit Kanga as well. Except I don't really knit. But I like to keep busy, all the same. Unless I'm feeling lazy.

I know Tiggers, Eeyores, Rabbits, and Piglets. I don't think I am much of any of those. And really, who is Christopher Robin? He's less a character than the narrator. Bless his heart.

Which one are you? Come on, be honest.

and this song was cute. Hello, Zooey.

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Thirty three and kindergarten

2011-08-31T10:02:00.000-06:00

I cried. I did. It might be because this kid went from all-day home with Mom to all-day kindergarten. Zero to sixty. What am I going to do without him all day telling me that I look awesome in my sweaty running clothes?

He was just barely a baby.

this was Ashton.

Thirty three years ago, I was just a baby. Cutest baby EVER, from what I've been told. I have had a charmed life and I don't know why I drew the long stick in heaven to get this lucky. What a great time to be alive! To celebrate, Rhett and I are going shopping and to lunch. Thanks to all of you for being a part of my world/my life. I am... seriously so blessed!

Alan and the kids decorated for my day!

Seriously.

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if you're wondering

2011-08-29T09:32:00.000-06:00

what I'd like for my birthday, I have a few suggestions (considering I've received pretty much all of my presents already).

As you may know, my birthday is this Wednesday, August 31. Are you as excited as I am?

On my birthday:

I will NOT be adhering to a strict diet. I might not even exercise that day. Booyah!

I will NOT be attending the cub scout kick-off meeting. Yes, I am that selfish.

I will NOT cry when Ashton goes to his first day of kindergarten (no promises on this one).

I will buy myself something. These are on the short list:

beater blade

I had one of these... and it broke. I'm not usually an advocate for re-buying a product that broke on me, but I LOVED this bad boy. Made my old KitchenAid a new champ.

Last week I ran almost 25 miles. I know that's chump change to some, but I'm starting to feel like a legit runner again. Momma needs some new shoes, though. How about new balance WR890 in blue/gray (with orange) or maybe these Newtons or another Saucony pair. I don't know. I just need another.

hello, tiny picture. chairs not actual size.

two of these chairs. I can't decide if I want turquoise or navy: one color is coming back IN and the other has been on my love list for a few years. Both would look great with my reddish couch. And their size is perfect for my tiny front room. (this is cool, too, but I don't need it/don't have room for it/have a feeling it would be uncomfortable anyway.)

um, hello gorgeous(es). Size 8.5, FTW.

And if anyone wanted to gift me the seed money for my candy shop, that would be like the gift that keeps on giving. I'd give you free candy every time you came to the store. Chouette, n'est pas?!

We had a thunderstorm of massive proportions last night. It was scary and lovely. This morning, the moisture was still thick in the air and the earliest signs of fall were scattered on the ground. I allow myself to get excited for autumn AFTER my birthday, but a promise of a long, crisp fall would be a pretty incredible gift, too.

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I'd agree with you, but then we'd both be wrong

2011-08-25T05:35:00.002-06:00

A couple of months ago I was chatting with my Mom. She made some remark or other about how her kids used to do something or other. She didn't say "you kids" or "when you were little" she said "my kids used to...".

And I said, "I remember. I was there."

Then we laughed. She said that sometimes she forgets I'm her daughter. It was a very high compliment.

I believe that we are all essentially equal--some of us were just born earlier than others. I also believe that each person is eternally unique. We were created in the image of God, but we each have individual characteristics and personalities. Duh, right?

So why do we insist that everyone come to the same conclusions in the same way? Why is it that when someone disagrees with us philosophically, spiritually, educationally, or politically that we assume they are idiots or just plain wrong?

It drives me crazy to have a discussion with people who all heartily agree. Well, that's not necessarily true. It's annoying. What drives me crazy is when someone disagrees with the mass and the mass turns and attacks. Or just one person. OK, I am figuring out that what actually makes me crazy is when one person speaks for the group and does not encourage open discussion. They are right, they are smarter, they are more righteous. If you don't agree with us (me) then you are wrong, stupid, heathen.

Yeah, that drives me crazy.

I have a friend who has older children than I do. Like most of her kids are married with their own kids. Never once has she made me feel inferior or said something like "just wait until...". She sympathizes, but never patronizes. I have another friend who is older than me and has less children who are younger than mine. Both of her kids have significant mental issues. She has never made me feel guilty nor put down the significance of my personal trials.

I can definitely learn a lot from those who are older and wiser than I am. I appreciate that their years have given them more experience and that they can support me in my journey. I need to remember as I am aging and have friends younger than I am how some older friends make me feel when they treat me as their equal.

I feel that this same theory is inclusive to not only motherhood, but also to theology, intellect, politics, and anything we wish to discuss. When there is respect for the individual then discussion can happen in any group. Open dialogue will not solve all of the intellectual and spiritual problems, but it CAN help individuals grow and delve deeper into our actual selves. We are not taking up space on this planet to ho hum and rest on our laurels. Discussion won't save us, but it can bring us enlightenment to better understand our deeper selves and ultimately lead us nearer to God.

Benjamin Franklin said: "Being ignorant is not so much a shame, as being unwilling to learn" and "For having lived long, I have experienced many instances of being obliged, by better information or fuller consideration, to change opinions, even on important subjects, which I once thought right but found to be otherwise."

Gordon B Hinckley said: "Fundamental to our theology is belief in individual freedom of inquiry, thought, and expression. Constructive discussion is a privilege of every Latter-day Saint."

Hugh B Brown said: "We are not so much concerned with whether your thoughts are orthodox or heterodox as we are that you shall have thoughts."

The Dalai Lama said: "Be kind whenever possible. It is always possible."

So, like I was saying... .

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it's here, it's here, HOT DIGGITY

2011-08-24T09:17:00.000-06:00

School started today for Mags and Johnny. Ashton has one more week before the big K.

It's a good feeling to start school again, get on a schedule, anticipate the year. I feel more productive already this morning than I've felt in weeks. Oh, school, glorious school.

Last night: dinner and father's blessings.

This morning:

And to make it even more special, today is big Alan's birthday! Who is funny, smart, and handsome, the best friend any loony, type-A girl could ever dream of?

This guy, right here:

Alan, how could I ever have found someone so perfectly matched for me? Even though I accompany my laughter with eye-rolls at your puns and witticisms, you know it's because I am jealous that I didn't come up with it first. You are the most hilarious person I know. You are patient and kind. You are smart and humble. You are good. I am so glad you were born. Happy Birthday, AllyJ! I sure love you a lot.

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last day

2011-08-23T08:23:00.000-06:00

Because you asked for it (CJ)... our summer list, unfinished but chockablock of fun.

Tomorrow school starts. Booyah! We'll still try to finish our chart in the next couple of weeks... maybe. No pressure.

And in eight days, we will officially start to celebrate FALL! My favorite time of year.

a

have you ever crept along

2011-08-22T09:34:00.000-06:00

the Heber Valley...

on the Heber Creeper? I did for the first time on Saturday. Al planned our anniversary date and chose a Heber Creeper adventure. We rode the train along the roads and lake--windows open--waving at every Tom, Harry, Dick, and Sue that we saw (and bless their hearts, they all waved in return). We stopped off at the Soldier Hollow Platform where we were served bbq, dutch oven fruit cobbler, and good ol' live gee-tar and banjo music.

It was fantastic.

It was campy, slightly cheesy, swarming with mosquitoes, and slow--there is a reason they call it the Creeper. But it was also charming, simple, enjoyable, funny, endearing, and GOOD slow--Alan and I could just chat and hold hands.

A great memory, for sure.

And now I have to ONE-UP him not only for our anniversary next year but I've got to do something great for his birthday in two days, which also happens to be the first day of school. It's exhausting being as fun as I am.

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anna

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