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Saturday, February 12, 2011
Day 26 - Home
Day 26 - A photo of where you live.
Don't you think it'd be more fun to see what I live close to? Maybe this will be a 31 day challenge and I'll add a "it's close to...." section cus that sounds like more fun. Plus then I can use fun pictures of stuff we do that's close to here.
Friday, February 11, 2011
Day 25 - bad habits
Day 25 - Your worst habit.
I talk too much.
*The fact that I'm ending this post here is my attempt to overcome said bad habit.*
[Amy takes a silent bow.]
I talk too much.
*The fact that I'm ending this post here is my attempt to overcome said bad habit.*
[Amy takes a silent bow.]
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Bike Ride
On Tuesday Josh stole my carseat and I had to go to the post office.
When I called to complain he said "why don't you just ride your bike - it isn't that far". And I (in a rare moment of maturity) said "great idea. It'll be nice to get out."
That was before I knew there was still ice on the roads and wind blowing 10 hundred million mph.
So I threw a bunch of hud in a bag and off we went.
30 minutes later we had traveled all 3 of the miles to the post office.
For real.
3 miles.
30 minutes.
On a bike.
Remember how most people RUN that fast?
It was BRUTAL. The wind and the icy "hills" nearly killed me.
But we made it.
And the ride home only took 15 minutes (wind at our backs, hills headed the right direction - lovely) and I only pedaled once or twice.
So there Tommy was on a leisurely ride home with nothing to do but go through the bag at his feet.
When I opened the trailer to see my babe, he looked like this.
Sunglasses carelessly slung around his neck and ipod earphones around the back of his neck. The kid could be 15 couldn't he? Except for his 6-toothed grin that still melts my heart.
When I called to complain he said "why don't you just ride your bike - it isn't that far". And I (in a rare moment of maturity) said "great idea. It'll be nice to get out."
That was before I knew there was still ice on the roads and wind blowing 10 hundred million mph.
So I threw a bunch of hud in a bag and off we went.
30 minutes later we had traveled all 3 of the miles to the post office.
For real.
3 miles.
30 minutes.
On a bike.
Remember how most people RUN that fast?
It was BRUTAL. The wind and the icy "hills" nearly killed me.
But we made it.
And the ride home only took 15 minutes (wind at our backs, hills headed the right direction - lovely) and I only pedaled once or twice.
So there Tommy was on a leisurely ride home with nothing to do but go through the bag at his feet.
When I opened the trailer to see my babe, he looked like this.
Sunglasses carelessly slung around his neck and ipod earphones around the back of his neck. The kid could be 15 couldn't he? Except for his 6-toothed grin that still melts my heart.
Day 24 - FOOD
Day 24 - A Recipe.
We call these Witch Momma's Enchiladas because the original recipe (which I totally messed with) came from a friend who I only know as "Witch Momma".
Also, most of it is guess-work, but go ahead and pretend it's a real recipe OK?
Witch Momma Enchiladas
A pound of chicken breast
1 green bell pepper
1 red bell pepper
1/2 onion (I like red, she likes yellow....whatever)
1 can black beans
chili powder
paprika
cumin
oregano
garlic powder
(also, tortillas, mozzarella cheese, & enchilada sauce)
Chop the veggies and cook in a pan with meat and black beans. Add some of each spice because that's why it will taste good. But don't measure, because it's freeing to just sprinkle ingredients directly from the container to the pan. I promise, you'll like it.
Cook (or soften) your tortillas in a DRY warm frying pan.
Stuff full with the meat mix and add a little cheese and roll it up.
Placed filled tortillas in a 9x13 pan (or 2 smaller pans if you wanna freeze half).
Cover with enchilada sauce and more cheese if you like. Bake at 350 for 25 minutes.
Josh smothers his with salsa, sour cream and anything else that will make it more juicy. I smother mine with spinach and pico (if we have it - salsa if we don't).
And then for dessert:
Cook a regular flour tortilla.
Spread just a bit of butter on it.
Drown it in cinnamon and sugar.
1 scoop of ice cream in the middle.
Wrap it up and pretend it's real food instead of candy-food.
Mmmmm SO SO tasty!
The warm tortilla makes the ice cream perfectly melty and the cinnamon/sugar goodness is oh so yummy!
We call these Witch Momma's Enchiladas because the original recipe (which I totally messed with) came from a friend who I only know as "Witch Momma".
Also, most of it is guess-work, but go ahead and pretend it's a real recipe OK?
Witch Momma Enchiladas
A pound of chicken breast
1 green bell pepper
1 red bell pepper
1/2 onion (I like red, she likes yellow....whatever)
1 can black beans
chili powder
paprika
cumin
oregano
garlic powder
(also, tortillas, mozzarella cheese, & enchilada sauce)
Chop the veggies and cook in a pan with meat and black beans. Add some of each spice because that's why it will taste good. But don't measure, because it's freeing to just sprinkle ingredients directly from the container to the pan. I promise, you'll like it.
Cook (or soften) your tortillas in a DRY warm frying pan.
Stuff full with the meat mix and add a little cheese and roll it up.
Placed filled tortillas in a 9x13 pan (or 2 smaller pans if you wanna freeze half).
Cover with enchilada sauce and more cheese if you like. Bake at 350 for 25 minutes.
Josh smothers his with salsa, sour cream and anything else that will make it more juicy. I smother mine with spinach and pico (if we have it - salsa if we don't).
And then for dessert:
Cook a regular flour tortilla.
Spread just a bit of butter on it.
Drown it in cinnamon and sugar.
1 scoop of ice cream in the middle.
Wrap it up and pretend it's real food instead of candy-food.
Mmmmm SO SO tasty!
The warm tortilla makes the ice cream perfectly melty and the cinnamon/sugar goodness is oh so yummy!
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Day 23 - Shrink
Day 23 - A photo of something that has made a huge impact in your life recently.
Meet Paul.
He's my shrink.
I swear if you find the right shrink, there is no measuring the impact in your life.
Meet Paul.
He's my shrink.
I swear if you find the right shrink, there is no measuring the impact in your life.
Tuesday, February 8, 2011
What Keeps Me Up At Night
When I was pregnant with Tommy I became certain that I needed to own a bathrobe.
Mostly it was because at 2am I'd lay awake in bed thinking "If the house caught fire right now, I'd barely have time to roll out of bed and waddle down the stairs before I burned to death. There would be no time to put clothes on, and I don't know any of my neighbors well enough to knock on their door in my underwear at 2am and ask them to clothe the whale that I am.............................(this isn't true anymore, I have lots of whale-clothing neighbors now)
And if the house catches on fire NOW (5 minutes later) I'm going to have to tell the story in church where I ignored the promptings of the Spirit to get up and put my pajamas on so I wouldn't have to wander the streets in my underwear. That's gonna be embarrassing. Maybe I should just lay here and burn instead."
So I bought a bathrobe. Because somehow that seemed to solve my problem. And now I wear my bathrobe pretty much all day long.
And now I lay awake at night thinking "Do people put their bathrobes by their beds in case the house catches on fire?" So, I'm asking you. What do people do when their homes catch fire in the middle of the night? And where do you keep your bathrobe?
Also, what keeps you up at night?
Mostly it was because at 2am I'd lay awake in bed thinking "If the house caught fire right now, I'd barely have time to roll out of bed and waddle down the stairs before I burned to death. There would be no time to put clothes on, and I don't know any of my neighbors well enough to knock on their door in my underwear at 2am and ask them to clothe the whale that I am.............................(this isn't true anymore, I have lots of whale-clothing neighbors now)
And if the house catches on fire NOW (5 minutes later) I'm going to have to tell the story in church where I ignored the promptings of the Spirit to get up and put my pajamas on so I wouldn't have to wander the streets in my underwear. That's gonna be embarrassing. Maybe I should just lay here and burn instead."
So I bought a bathrobe. Because somehow that seemed to solve my problem. And now I wear my bathrobe pretty much all day long.
And now I lay awake at night thinking "Do people put their bathrobes by their beds in case the house catches on fire?" So, I'm asking you. What do people do when their homes catch fire in the middle of the night? And where do you keep your bathrobe?
Also, what keeps you up at night?
Day 22 - Hitched
Day 22 - A photo of your wedding/future wedding plans.
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| The Dress |
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| The Friends |
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| The Flowers (and the kisses) |
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| The Temple (and the sun! holy crap the sun!) |
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| The Dudes Fixing The Pipe |
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| The Cake (which was mostly a pan covered in fondant) |
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| The Decorations (which we thought were "The Toys") |
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| The Entertainment |
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| The Ladies |
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The Gentlemen
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Monday, February 7, 2011
Day 21 - I like to read
Day 21 - A hobby of yours.
I like to read.
I remember as a little girl (7 or 8 years old) staying up past bedtime to read. My bedroom was at the bottom of the stairs at grandpa's house and I slept on the side of the bed closest to the door.
We'd be sent to bed and the old people would stay up watching the news and doing old people things. The light in the stairway was always on, and although my door was supposed to be closed I'd crack it open just a tiny bit. I'd lay on my stomach on the edge of the bed and dangle my arm over the side. That way I could use my hand as a paperweight to hold the book open to the appropriate page while it casually rested on the floor. I have vivid memories of the sliver of light falling over the pages while I read - moving the book around so the light fell on the section I was reading. I'd pretend that I had fallen asleep that way anytime I heard footsteps on the stairs with my incredibly convincing "eyes closed and heavy breathing" routine.
I think I've always loved reading. I hope I always will.
I like to read.
I remember as a little girl (7 or 8 years old) staying up past bedtime to read. My bedroom was at the bottom of the stairs at grandpa's house and I slept on the side of the bed closest to the door.
We'd be sent to bed and the old people would stay up watching the news and doing old people things. The light in the stairway was always on, and although my door was supposed to be closed I'd crack it open just a tiny bit. I'd lay on my stomach on the edge of the bed and dangle my arm over the side. That way I could use my hand as a paperweight to hold the book open to the appropriate page while it casually rested on the floor. I have vivid memories of the sliver of light falling over the pages while I read - moving the book around so the light fell on the section I was reading. I'd pretend that I had fallen asleep that way anytime I heard footsteps on the stairs with my incredibly convincing "eyes closed and heavy breathing" routine.
I think I've always loved reading. I hope I always will.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
My boys
I know you don't love them like I do - but you don't have to love them that much to love this, right?
There's just something about a clean baby (and a man who got him that way) that makes me happy.
Day 20 - Skills
Day 20 - A talent of yours.
I won't lie - I don't have very many visible talents.
However, I used to play the piano.
See?
My mother actually loved me enough to demand that I play until I was like 14 or 15. I like to think I had a reasonably decent skill.
But then I quit.
And now my unpracticed fingers fumble through songs clumsily.
But I still count it as a talent. Because with practice, I can play. And I positively LOVE that.
I won't lie - I don't have very many visible talents.
However, I used to play the piano.
See?
My mother actually loved me enough to demand that I play until I was like 14 or 15. I like to think I had a reasonably decent skill.
But then I quit.
And now my unpracticed fingers fumble through songs clumsily.
But I still count it as a talent. Because with practice, I can play. And I positively LOVE that.
One thing I love about Ross
One thing I love about Ross is finding treasures like this in the shoe section.
I really wish I had bought this treasure to take to a white elephant party next Christmas. It would've gone down in history with the bag of 100 tiny pink doll shirts.
But instead I needed these beautiful new shoes.
I really wish I had bought this treasure to take to a white elephant party next Christmas. It would've gone down in history with the bag of 100 tiny pink doll shirts.
But instead I needed these beautiful new shoes.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
The Off Switch
The best part of cleaning up at night is turning all of the noisy toys to the 'off' position and putting them in a big pile in the corner.
A big silent pile.
I think I'll call it, "Death of The Noise"
A big silent pile.
I think I'll call it, "Death of The Noise"
Day 19 - Get me outta here!!!!
Day 18 - A picture of a place you'd like to travel.
I haven't been many places because of what a sissy I am. Also because I'm not independently wealthy. So my list of places to go is LOOONG.
Chiloe Chile
Someplace in Scotland
Hawaii
Beauchamp Falls, Australia (even before Oprah made it cool)
Then again I'd also settle for a trip to the wildly exotic St. George.
Or Bountiful.
Whatever. I'm easy to please.
I haven't been many places because of what a sissy I am. Also because I'm not independently wealthy. So my list of places to go is LOOONG.
Chiloe Chile
Someplace in Scotland
Hawaii
Beauchamp Falls, Australia (even before Oprah made it cool)
Then again I'd also settle for a trip to the wildly exotic St. George.
Or Bountiful.
Whatever. I'm easy to please.
Friday, February 4, 2011
Day 18 - mem'ry.....
Day 18 - A photo of your favorite memory.
When Tommy came into the world our lives changed forever. The whole experience was incredible. All of it. I know you're supposed to, but I loved being in the hospital afterward. I loved the sitting around with nothing to do but look at the baby. I loved talking to Josh all night long. I loved
I swear this is as far away from Tommy as Josh ever got for a solid 3 days. He wouldn't leave his side.
I sat in that chair for WAY too many hours in a row. And I loved it. I asked the nurse if I'd get in trouble for stealing it. She said yes. I miss that chair.
Our family has never felt more perfect than we did then.
When Tommy came into the world our lives changed forever. The whole experience was incredible. All of it. I know you're supposed to, but I loved being in the hospital afterward. I loved the sitting around with nothing to do but look at the baby. I loved talking to Josh all night long. I loved
I swear this is as far away from Tommy as Josh ever got for a solid 3 days. He wouldn't leave his side.
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| Megan (Josh's sister) holding Tommy. |
Our family has never felt more perfect than we did then.
Knock it off! - ch-che-ew-it (that's the sound of a camera)
I think that the best way to get Tommy to stop doing something is to try to get a picture of him doing it.
80 years from now when my grandkids are trying to figure out why I took 9,000 photos of Tommy removing every DVD from the rack, I hope they find this post.
Also, what sound does the camera make at your house?
80 years from now when my grandkids are trying to figure out why I took 9,000 photos of Tommy removing every DVD from the rack, I hope they find this post.
Also, what sound does the camera make at your house?
Thursday, February 3, 2011
Day 17 - Website
Day 17 - Your favorite website.
The websites I spend the most time on are hulu (hello free tv!) and the new and VERY improved lds.org (hello calling). So I tried to find another website that made me look cool.
And while I was going through my history, I found this article on Lifehacker that my brother sent me.
While I was there I remembered that I should probably print off the periodic table of cleaning (again) and do something about this sty I live in.
Which is what lead me to toilet cleaning with kool-aid.
Kool aid reminded me that I forgot to write down the glass of Martinelli's I had last night with my popcorn and Bones.
So I headed over to NutriMirror to write it down.
And there I was. It's my favorite recipe/motivational/social networking/food logging site.
Also, lifehacker has the ability to suck me in like almost nothing else. So I suppose lifehacker comes in second.
Even when I'm trying to look cool, I'm a nerd. *sigh*
The websites I spend the most time on are hulu (hello free tv!) and the new and VERY improved lds.org (hello calling). So I tried to find another website that made me look cool.
And while I was going through my history, I found this article on Lifehacker that my brother sent me.
While I was there I remembered that I should probably print off the periodic table of cleaning (again) and do something about this sty I live in.
Which is what lead me to toilet cleaning with kool-aid.
Kool aid reminded me that I forgot to write down the glass of Martinelli's I had last night with my popcorn and Bones.
So I headed over to NutriMirror to write it down.
And there I was. It's my favorite recipe/motivational/social networking/food logging site.
Also, lifehacker has the ability to suck me in like almost nothing else. So I suppose lifehacker comes in second.
Even when I'm trying to look cool, I'm a nerd. *sigh*
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
So Cold
Today is cold beyond reason.
Here are some scientific facts that I just made up:
If you left something outside last night, it wont thaw until August.
If (and it's a BIG if) you go outside and breath in, the air freezes the saliva in your throat. That why you start to choke.
If you stay outside for more than 15 seconds, your exposed skin starts to ache. (That's actually true. At least for me.)
If you let your child follow you out to the garbage can, you feel like a child abuser when he drowns in the cold. (Also true.)
If you throw a cup of boiling water into the air, it vaporizes before it finishes going "up". *poof* (like that)
If you leave your space heater off, your toes will turn black and fall off.
If you make soup and eat it by your window, you will chip a tooth.
I'm glad I get to stay inside today.
Here are some scientific facts that I just made up:
If you left something outside last night, it wont thaw until August.
If (and it's a BIG if) you go outside and breath in, the air freezes the saliva in your throat. That why you start to choke.
If you stay outside for more than 15 seconds, your exposed skin starts to ache. (That's actually true. At least for me.)
If you let your child follow you out to the garbage can, you feel like a child abuser when he drowns in the cold. (Also true.)
If you throw a cup of boiling water into the air, it vaporizes before it finishes going "up". *poof* (like that)
If you leave your space heater off, your toes will turn black and fall off.
If you make soup and eat it by your window, you will chip a tooth.
I'm glad I get to stay inside today.
Day 16: Cry Song
Day 16: A song that makes you cry.
Remember when making mixes was a hobby? My friends and I would sit around on a Thursday afternoon downloading music and making a mix for the day.
Then I went to college and took the hobby with me. One mix that Jamie and I made is called "Songs That Make Me Cry". Jamie has beautiful handwriting and can write in different fonts, so she wrote the title of the "album" all fancy. I miss Jamie. We were fun.
When I ripped that CD to iTunes some of the songs were worn out from listening to them too much. I swear just after we made that CD it didn't live my 5-disc-changer for months. (Remember life before the iPod?)
Anyway, I could put all of those songs on here. And if you're looking for some really great crying songs, let me know. But the ones I love most today are:
Neither of these videos are worth watching, but both songs are worth listening. So turn them on, and go respond to your e-mails or something.
Hey Girl by Colors
and
Man of the World by Marc Cohn
Remember when making mixes was a hobby? My friends and I would sit around on a Thursday afternoon downloading music and making a mix for the day.
Then I went to college and took the hobby with me. One mix that Jamie and I made is called "Songs That Make Me Cry". Jamie has beautiful handwriting and can write in different fonts, so she wrote the title of the "album" all fancy. I miss Jamie. We were fun.
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| Sledding up Emigration Canyon in 2007. Good times. |
When I ripped that CD to iTunes some of the songs were worn out from listening to them too much. I swear just after we made that CD it didn't live my 5-disc-changer for months. (Remember life before the iPod?)
Anyway, I could put all of those songs on here. And if you're looking for some really great crying songs, let me know. But the ones I love most today are:
Neither of these videos are worth watching, but both songs are worth listening. So turn them on, and go respond to your e-mails or something.
Hey Girl by Colors
and
Man of the World by Marc Cohn
5 words
It's 8:06am and I've only said 5 words so far today.
It's strange because usually by now I've had a 35 minute whine session cleverly disguised as a workout with Jess (poor Jess) and come home and reviewed my day with Josh "will you be home before 9 tonight?", and reminded Tommy that "oh my goodness there's a day out there!" and narrated the getting dressed and breakfast rituals, "let's see what shall we wear today? you need summa pants.....and summa shirt.......and summa socks.....cuz it's brrr-freezin' out there!" and "hold on baby, we're just gonna warm you up some sick nasty wheat-cream....ooooh blackberries! you lucky boy." Which reminds me. No matter how much good stuff you put in cream of wheat, it still tastes like wheat. OK? So you probably shouldn't waste too many frozen berries, or yogurt because in the end you just wind up with a bigger bowl of cream of wheat. Poor baby.
But I've finally caught Tommy's cold. And I'm losing my voice (and my sanity...but I think that my voice is the greater loss, the sanity was questionable anyway.)
So I texted-in-sick to Jess and my 5 spoken words this morning were "Josh, can you get him?"
Some people intentionally take a vow of silence. They don't speak for months at a time. So far I've been awake for about 45 minutes and the silence is killing me. I am not those people.
It's strange because usually by now I've had a 35 minute whine session cleverly disguised as a workout with Jess (poor Jess) and come home and reviewed my day with Josh "will you be home before 9 tonight?", and reminded Tommy that "oh my goodness there's a day out there!" and narrated the getting dressed and breakfast rituals, "let's see what shall we wear today? you need summa pants.....and summa shirt.......and summa socks.....cuz it's brrr-freezin' out there!" and "hold on baby, we're just gonna warm you up some sick nasty wheat-cream....ooooh blackberries! you lucky boy." Which reminds me. No matter how much good stuff you put in cream of wheat, it still tastes like wheat. OK? So you probably shouldn't waste too many frozen berries, or yogurt because in the end you just wind up with a bigger bowl of cream of wheat. Poor baby.
But I've finally caught Tommy's cold. And I'm losing my voice (and my sanity...but I think that my voice is the greater loss, the sanity was questionable anyway.)
So I texted-in-sick to Jess and my 5 spoken words this morning were "Josh, can you get him?"
Some people intentionally take a vow of silence. They don't speak for months at a time. So far I've been awake for about 45 minutes and the silence is killing me. I am not those people.
Tuesday, February 1, 2011
Day 15 - New Friends
Day 15 - A photo of yourself and a new friend you met this year.
I'm not good at making new friends. I'm actually really really bad at it. But once I do make a good friend, I think we become VERY good friends pretty quickly.
So I'm surprised by this, but it was just over a year ago that Ashley and I started hanging out together. Now she's one of my closest friends and I love her dearly.
This is from our hike to Donut falls last May. Remember it was snowy, but Bubbah wasn't wearing any shoes or socks? It wasn't nearly as cold as it looks.... May people. It was MAY!
Anyway.....this is me and Ashley.
I'm not good at making new friends. I'm actually really really bad at it. But once I do make a good friend, I think we become VERY good friends pretty quickly.
So I'm surprised by this, but it was just over a year ago that Ashley and I started hanging out together. Now she's one of my closest friends and I love her dearly.
This is from our hike to Donut falls last May. Remember it was snowy, but Bubbah wasn't wearing any shoes or socks? It wasn't nearly as cold as it looks.... May people. It was MAY!
Anyway.....this is me and Ashley.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Day 14 - Switcheroo
Day 14 - a photo of a person you'd love to trade places with for a day.
There are a lot of people whose lives seem fascinating to me. People whose lives are full of glamor and excitement, a never ending list of places they've been and things they've done. People who I'd love to be for a day. Oprah, my mom, significant people from history, Darlene (the lady who used to live above me and stomped around her apartment all day long...I'm just curious - what was she actually doing?), and Tommy to name a few.
But when it really comes down to it, I'm convinced that Jessica's life is the one I secretly wish I had. She has one beautiful child (and one on the way) a doting husband (fresh flowers every week), an adorable shower curtain to take baby bump photos in front of, she enjoys running (what would it be like to crave a "quick 7 mile run"?), travels the world, has an super-cool grown-up job and a degree. She eats at fancy restaurants with her best friends and family, she walks around downtown because she lives close enough and spends summer weekends at the farmer's market and shopping at outdoor malls. Also she is drop dead gorgeous. Always.
I get that blogs are mostly about highlights of people's lives, and I'm almost convinced she has a bad day every now and again, but to me her life looks perfect. Really. It does. And right now my life could use a little more perfection.
But here's the thing, I don't actually own any photos of her because I'm really just a bit of a stalker. So I've done the ultimate stalker thing. I stole a family photo from her blog and am posting it here. Creepy? Yes.* Flattering? I hope. At least enough to balance out the creepy.
I'm curious, who would you switch with?
(Sorry Jess, if you're freaked out let me know and I'll take it down.)
There are a lot of people whose lives seem fascinating to me. People whose lives are full of glamor and excitement, a never ending list of places they've been and things they've done. People who I'd love to be for a day. Oprah, my mom, significant people from history, Darlene (the lady who used to live above me and stomped around her apartment all day long...I'm just curious - what was she actually doing?), and Tommy to name a few.
But when it really comes down to it, I'm convinced that Jessica's life is the one I secretly wish I had. She has one beautiful child (and one on the way) a doting husband (fresh flowers every week), an adorable shower curtain to take baby bump photos in front of, she enjoys running (what would it be like to crave a "quick 7 mile run"?), travels the world, has an super-cool grown-up job and a degree. She eats at fancy restaurants with her best friends and family, she walks around downtown because she lives close enough and spends summer weekends at the farmer's market and shopping at outdoor malls. Also she is drop dead gorgeous. Always.
I get that blogs are mostly about highlights of people's lives, and I'm almost convinced she has a bad day every now and again, but to me her life looks perfect. Really. It does. And right now my life could use a little more perfection.
But here's the thing, I don't actually own any photos of her because I'm really just a bit of a stalker. So I've done the ultimate stalker thing. I stole a family photo from her blog and am posting it here. Creepy? Yes.* Flattering? I hope. At least enough to balance out the creepy.
I'm curious, who would you switch with?
(Sorry Jess, if you're freaked out let me know and I'll take it down.)
Some things you should know about Tommy
You know how you can check your stats to see what people are searching for when they wind up here? The most googled phrase that leads people to this blog is "Tommy Two Scoops". I think I might start calling him that. Because I like it just that much. Tommy Two Scoops. (poor boy....) Also a lot of people looking for a floating uterus wind up here. Sorry friends, it wasn't actually floating.
Also: Hello readers in South Korea and Denmark!
Now, on to the point of this post. Tommy. Tommy Two Scoops. (say it like "Bond. James Bond." and be glad I'm not calling him "Scoops, Tommy Two Scoops" because that would be worse.)
One of Tommy's new favorite games is:
Mom: "Who's the smartest boy"
Tommy: energetically slaps hand to chest, lifts his chin up and flashes that cheeser grin.
Mom: "meeee!!!!"
repeat with the funniest, handsomest, gigglin'-est boys.
He also has taken a liking to emptying the bucket, and putting it over his head. Then he walks around until he runs into something and takes the bucket off his head and fake-laughs. "ha ha ha ha" he says.
He "reads" his first words book. He opens the book, sees the picture and signs what it is. Then I tell him how smart he is.
Also, he's starting to look more like a Fugal every day.
Handsome isn't he?
Also: Hello readers in South Korea and Denmark!
Now, on to the point of this post. Tommy. Tommy Two Scoops. (say it like "Bond. James Bond." and be glad I'm not calling him "Scoops, Tommy Two Scoops" because that would be worse.)
One of Tommy's new favorite games is:
Mom: "Who's the smartest boy"
Tommy: energetically slaps hand to chest, lifts his chin up and flashes that cheeser grin.
Mom: "meeee!!!!"
repeat with the funniest, handsomest, gigglin'-est boys.
He also has taken a liking to emptying the bucket, and putting it over his head. Then he walks around until he runs into something and takes the bucket off his head and fake-laughs. "ha ha ha ha" he says.
I'm calling his first real word "duck". He has this ginormous duck (thanks Misty!) which he loves, and when I say "where's the duck" he turns around in a circle until he can see it. Then he beelines for it saying "duh! duh! duh!" all the way. He also points out the ducks in books, the rubber ducky in the bathtub and if anybody quacks, he responds with "duh! duh! duh!"
He "reads" his first words book. He opens the book, sees the picture and signs what it is. Then I tell him how smart he is.
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| Sickest baby in the West. See those eyes? Ouch. |
Handsome isn't he?
Sunday, January 30, 2011
Day 13 - Bag Lady
Day 13 - A description of what's currently in your handbag, purse, diaper bag:
I give you My Purse:
The contents of my purse is pretty standard, and rarely changes.
Camera - because my life is totally that photo-worthy.
The man wallet. Yes, I have the man-wallet. Because I can't fit a lady-wallet in my purse. But I have a beautiful leather one that I'll use as soon as I graduate to an old-lady bag.
Hand sanitizer and lotion are essentials. Because my life is totally that gross (hand sanitizer) and dry (lotion). But to be honest these haven't needed to be replaced in more than a year, so....probably not really as essential as I think they are.
Toiletries - I always have a toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, tweezers, mascara, nail file, nail clippers, a bobby pin, and a twistie because they are just the kind of emergency items that a girl's gotta have. Also if I ever get stranded on an island, I feel confident that these items will get me off (if Josh is around).
Also, apparently I thought I needed an emergency lipstick, but I've never used it. So I just threw it away.
The mirror is for contact emergencies. But I don't have contacts. So...mostly it's a toy for Tommy.
The single wet wipe does get used and replaced on a relatively regular basis.
Also there is an assortment of pens, gum wrappers, coins and a movie stub.
The diaper bag is much more fun. In addition to diapers, wipes, a change of clothes for Bubbah (accompanied by bathing supplies), and snacks "for Bubbah"; I always pack a book or two for him, one for me (Miss Julia today), a ball, stacking cups, a truck, a train, a stuffed creature (there are many to choose from) and a deck of cards.
If I got stranded on an island with the diaper bag I won't be bored. At not least long enough for Josh to use the bobby pin and tweezers to get me off the island.
I give you My Purse:
Camera - because my life is totally that photo-worthy.
The man wallet. Yes, I have the man-wallet. Because I can't fit a lady-wallet in my purse. But I have a beautiful leather one that I'll use as soon as I graduate to an old-lady bag.
Hand sanitizer and lotion are essentials. Because my life is totally that gross (hand sanitizer) and dry (lotion). But to be honest these haven't needed to be replaced in more than a year, so....probably not really as essential as I think they are.
Toiletries - I always have a toothbrush, toothpaste, floss, tweezers, mascara, nail file, nail clippers, a bobby pin, and a twistie because they are just the kind of emergency items that a girl's gotta have. Also if I ever get stranded on an island, I feel confident that these items will get me off (if Josh is around).
Also, apparently I thought I needed an emergency lipstick, but I've never used it. So I just threw it away.
The mirror is for contact emergencies. But I don't have contacts. So...mostly it's a toy for Tommy.
The single wet wipe does get used and replaced on a relatively regular basis.
Also there is an assortment of pens, gum wrappers, coins and a movie stub.
The diaper bag is much more fun. In addition to diapers, wipes, a change of clothes for Bubbah (accompanied by bathing supplies), and snacks "for Bubbah"; I always pack a book or two for him, one for me (Miss Julia today), a ball, stacking cups, a truck, a train, a stuffed creature (there are many to choose from) and a deck of cards.
If I got stranded on an island with the diaper bag I won't be bored. At not least long enough for Josh to use the bobby pin and tweezers to get me off the island.
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